fries it up in a pan

snowbell55  asked:

Thanks so much! I really appreciate it (especially the College Student's Cookbook), but I'm not so much looking for recipes as I am the processes and what things do, ie, how to cut up a chicken into pieces, what paprika does, how to fry things, which knife to use when you want to do "x", the difference between sauteing and frying, etc. Not so much "what to put together if you want to make X" but "if you do this then this will happen because of that". Do you have any resources for that?

Whoops, sorry I didn’t understand. I don’t have any resources for that, so I threw one together for you! My boyfriend has been a line cook for about seven years now, and he’s taught me so much about food. There are lots of simple things you can do to make food taste better- but let’s start with the basics.

College Cooking 101

Materials

Here is a list of materials that I believe are absolutely necessary to creating a quality product. Feel free to substitute anything based on your own personal preferences.

Cooking supplies:

  • Non-stick frying pan (cast iron pans are much more difficult to clean)
  • Pot (I would recommend a small pot that you can use to cook for just yourself, and a larger pot for cooking portions or for company)
  • Lid for said pot
  • Rubber spatula (much better than wooden spoons)
  • Tongs
  • Sheet tray
  • Strainer
  • Scissors (kitchen scissors)
  • A cutting board (I recommend plastic because they’re easier to wash)
  • Cutting knife
  • Bread knife (both knives should be sharpened every six months at least, you can take them to your local kitchen supplies shop)

Spices:

  • Salt
  • Pepper
  • Dried chives (or real chives if you can swing them. Throw them in your ramen, your tuna salad, sprinkle them on top of pasta, etc)
  • Thyme (dried or fresh… dried is 3x as potent, use to season soups or pastas)
  • Rosemary (dried or fresh, use to season meats and starches)
  • Cumin (use this spice to rub meat)
  • Cinnamon
  • Sugar
  • Garlic powder or onion powder (used for meat rubs and seasoning soups or sauces)
  • Paprika (I would recommend avoiding smoked paprika, it’s got a super aggressive flavor… use this in small amounts sprinkled over things like you would the chives)

Basic produce:

  • Parmesan cheese (for sprinkling over pastas, you can get it pre-grated)
  • Cheddar cheese (for making sandwiches and mac and cheese)
  • Tomatoes (whole, crushed, paste, whatever… just have some sort of tomato product in your pantry at all times)
  • Potatoes (you can’t buy them pre-cut because the oxidize and turn gray if not used immediately… you can still eat them, but they don’t look pretty)
  • Onions (you can get them pre-cut)
  • Garlic (use to make sauce or soup bases)
  • Romaine hearts (lettuce has a short shelf life, but romaine hearts literally last forever and are healthier than eating iceberg lettuce)
  • Protein of some sort (whatever you like- steak, chicken, tofu, etc)
  • Something salty (like pickles, black olives, anchovies, etc)
  • Your favorite veggies (I like carrots and squashes the best)
  • Pasta (whatever is cheapest or on sale at your store)
  • Bread (freeze half a loaf and leave the rest in your fridge)
  • Eggs (egg beaters or whole eggs, whatever you like)
  • Butter (or a butter substitute)
  • Oil (olive oil is the most expensive)
  • Chicken stock (or vegetable stock, in a carton or cubed)


Techniques

Basic (super duper duper basic) instructions on how to cook various items. I am not a trained professional- the information I’m providing is based off of personal experience only.

Meat

  • Steak (skirt steak or cube steak are easiest)
    • Cooking: Cook with oil. Outside of the steak should be grey. The inside should be light pink.
    • Seasoning: Create a simple spice blend and rub it all over the meat. Spice rubs always include salt and pepper, add whatever other spices you want.
    • Pair with: Starches or veggies.
  • Chicken (skinless and precut are easiest)
    • Cooking: Cook with oil. Outside should be starting to crisp, inside should be white and dry.
    • Seasoning: Salt and pepper work best. You can also coat chicken in panko bread crumbs.
    • Pair with: Starches, veggies, fruits, or pasta.
  • Pork (pork chops are easiest)
    • Cooking: Cook with butter or oil. Outside should be starting to crisp. Inside should be the same color as the outside, and should feel very dry and hard.
    • Seasoning: Create a simple spice blend and rub it all over the meat. Spice rubs always include salt and pepper, add whatever other spices you want. Meat should be completely coated in the spice rub, or it won’t taste like anything but the oil.
    • Pair with: Starches, veggies, or fruits.

Starches

  • Potatoes (little potatoes are easiest)
    • Cooking: Cook with oil. Outside should be starting to crisp, inside fork tender.
    • Seasoning: Rub (literally rub the potatoes with your hands) salt, pepper, oil and rosemary all over the potatoes.
  • Pasta (shapes are easiest)
    • Cooking: Boil water with a teaspoon of salt. Wait until the water is visibly boiling to add your pasta. I like my pasta al dente, so I always cook it for the shortest amount of time listed on the box.
    • Seasoning: Thoroughly coat pasta with whatever sauce you’re using, or it will taste dry. Good prepared sauce brands: Newman’s Own, Classico, and Barilla.
  • Orzo/Cous Cous/Pastina
    • Cooking: Cook in chicken or vegetable stock following package instructions. Stir every so often, and add additional stock as it is absorbed into the pasta.
    • Seasoning: I like to add dried herbs to the sauce as it reduces to add flavor. You can also add veggies early on and let them cook in the sauce.

Veggies

  • Carrots/parsnips/beets (chopped are easiest)
    • Cooking: These can be pan fried in oil, boiled, cooked in a sauce/stew, or put on a sheet tray to roast in the oven. The easiest way to cook them is to add them to a sauce that you are heating up, and allow them to soften until they can be pierced by a fork.
    • Seasoning: Rub the veggies with salt before cooking, unless you are adding them to a sauce or stew.
  • Green beans/asparagus/brussels sprouts
    • Cooking: These are best pan fried with butter. Cook them until they are slightly crisped and fork tender. If you want to be fancy you can blanch them before hand. How to blanch: Boil water, and throw the veggies in for literally thirty seconds. Pour them into a strainer and douse them immediately with cold water from your sink tap until they are cool to the touch.
    • Seasoning: Salt works best before cooking. Butter after cooking.
  • Squash/eggplant/sweet potato (chopped are easiest)
    • Yes I know that sweet potato is a starch, but it fits better here.
    • Cooking: These veggies are best roasted until fork tender. Time varies. These veggies should be cooked with their skin left on.
    • Seasoning: Rub these veggies with salt and cook in a little oil. Top with butter after they are cooked.


Resources

- My Pasta Sauce Post. Click here.

- College Student Cookbook. Click here.

- Broke College Kid Masterpost. Click here.

- Cooking on A Bootstrap. Click here.

- Good and Cheap. Click here.

- Budget Bytes. Click here.

- Meals On The Go. Click here. (Not a cookbook, but super helpful)


I hope this helps!

Holding Out For A Hero - Peter Parker

Characters: Peter Parker/Reader

Word Count: 2,229

Warnings: Mild Violence

Notes: This is my first time posting some of my writing on Tumblr! I was contemplating whether or not to create a whole separate blog for fanfiction, but I’m not sure yet. Hope you enjoy! Please comment to let me know what you think! P.S. This is super gross and short and I was too lazy to finish it, sorry. 


THREE WEEKS AGO

“Okay, what is the metallurgical process called in which a metal is obtained in a fused state?” You recited from a passage in the textbook, slightly stumped yourself if it wasn’t for the answer column on the right side of the page. Peter chewed on the tip of his eraser, tapping his pencil against his splayed homework, which, still happened to be blank. You could see the cogs and gears working in his head, but something was distracting him. His normally bright features were reduced to a dim, throbbing pulse, and his mouth had been eternally drawn into a frown. 

He squeezed his eyes shut. “Can-can you repeat the question again?”

“The answer was smelting,” you stated bluntly, feeling a morsel of pity harden in your chest. The period was almost over, but Peter was in no shape to take the chemistry quiz tomorrow, even if it was a small part of his overall grade. Surely you could extend the session for a little while longer, right? Just until he got the gist of it. The shortcoming of light and unbreathable tension that had befallen the muggy atmosphere made it hard for you to pinpoint his pronounced apprehension, yet even in your half-awake, disheveled state, you could still manage to discern every exhausted feature of the boy that sat before you in the afternoon murkiness.

Peter’s shoulders slumped and he held his face in his hands, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “I am so, so sorry, Y/N. This is useless. I’m wasting your time. Thanks for trying to help me, but we’ve been at this for ages.“  

“Hey,” you cooed, placing a hand on his leg, only realizing minutes after an awkward deadlock that your comforting gesture was anything but platonic. You withdrew your arm almost immediately, your fingers inadvertently brushing past the outer of his thigh in a frantic frenzy to recompose yourself, and your cheeks flushed a reddish hue you hoped he would assume from the sun’s harsh glares.

 Peter’s lower lip was close to bleeding from all the anxious gnawing he had accomplished in the alarmingly-short time frame. You were used to being able to ease people’s worries fairly quickly, yet upon witnessing Peter’s neurotic state with your very two eyes, the more you tried to help him, the more you continued to nourish his discomposure.

The petulant frown on your face turned briefly apologetic, and the knot manifesting in the bottom of your stomach tightened unforgivably. “How about we take a break? I can cook some food for us downstairs. My parents are working late tonight, so I’d pretty much be on my own anyways. It’s really no trouble, Peter.” 

The boy’s head perked up instantly. “Did you just call me by my first name?” he mused, grinning wryly. 

You laughed halfheartedly. “Don’t get used to it.”

Peter followed you into the kitchen, hoisting himself up onto the counter rather fluidly, and he wrung his hands in his lap, watching as you gathered various ingredients from the cupboards. With armfuls of spices and cutlery, you disgorged your ever-growing pile onto a cutting board, accidentally dropping a ceramic bowl in the process. You barely had time to shriek as your mother’s esteemed dish tumbled towards the tiles, but before it could shatter into shards, Peter reached down and grabbed it out of thin air, catching it centimeters from the ground. 

“This-ah-I think this is yours,” he offered shyly, slowly handing you the bowl that should have been blown to smithereens if it wasn’t for his unnaturally quick reflexes. With your mouth agape, you stared at Peter in awe, unable to comprehend what had just happened. Did he? Could he? How was that even possible? You had seen Peter during P.E. He wasn’t fast, and he wasn’t athletic. His coordination was okay, but compared to everybody else, he was as ordinary as they came. 

Speechless, you returned to your cooking, turning the dial on the stove as you waited for the burners to heat up. The crackle of fire permeated throughout the room. 

“How-how did you do that?” You exasperated, placing your hands on your hips incredulously. Okay, now you knew for certain that something was seriously off. The whole night had been weird, but that—that was absurd

Peter obviously wasn’t expecting you to be so upfront, judging by the fact that he was stuffing his face with a half-eaten bag of croutons. “Do what?” he mumbled, swallowing thickly. 

“This! How did you do this?” You shook the bowl accusingly in his presence, your eyes aflame with a spark of lunacy, searching for any plausible answer in your frustratingly empty head. It wasn’t logical. Nobody was that quick. Not even Quicksilver. 

Peter flinched. “Guess I got lucky?”

“Pfft, yeah, right. It was luck. Will you get lucky on your chemistry quiz tomorrow, too?” Maybe you were being a little harsh, but you didn’t believe him for a second. 

You could feel his eyes perusing the kitchen as you shoveled a thinning pile of vegetables into the pan, nudging them around with a wooden spatula. Right as the cabbage and peas and carrots hit the surface, the oil popped like bubbles in champagne. The two of you managed to make small talk for a while, but the conversation didn’t last long. You mixed in the rice next, wincing as flecks of oil bit at your wrist. Peter descried your unease almost immediately. 

He was about to say something before his phone went off, and repentantly, he ducked out of the room, picking up the call. You could hear his footsteps hike idly up the stairs. It was probably just someone checking in on him, right? But then again, why did he have to go all the way upstairs to answer it? That boy was hiding something, and you would get to the bottom of it, no matter how long it took. You dumped the frying pan over two China bowls, scooping out the fried rice with haste. 

Stealthily, you ascended towards the top of the stairwell, following the muffled voice that trailed down the corridor, ending at the bathroom door. The walls were somewhat soundproof, so you could only catch snippets here and there, but at one point, you thought you’d heard your name. You didn’t want to jar the partition open—or even jostle the knob to see if it was locked—because Peter would notice either way. Your fingers itched to yank open the door—to expose him for the liar that he was. And to think that you were just starting to tolerate him. 

Suddenly, as you were about to knock, the door flung open and you tripped over your toes, crashing into Peter’s chest with the grace of a newborn calf. You let out a high-pitched scream before foolishly realizing that you had yet to hit the ground, and with hesitance, you opened your eyes, baffled to find Peter staring back at you with the exact same expression of fear written in the worry lines of his face. Contrary to the manic beating of the boy’s heart, his arms were steadily fastened around your waist, hugging you close to his body. There was a moment where his embrace squeezed your ribs a little too tightly, but you didn’t want him to let go. Your tiny fists balled in the fabric of his shirt, clinging to him like a lifeline. You were parallel to his torso by this point, though a part of you still felt as if you were falling.

— 

Peter was going to Germany? You wouldn’t admit it to yourself. You tried not to think about all the things that he could be hiding from you, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad was happening. Of course, you and Peter weren’t friends. Peter wasn’t obligated to tell you anything, though his cold shoulder stung nonetheless. Maybe you’d overreacted? Ever since your first tutoring session together, a spark of suspicion had flared up in your gut, and it still refused to settle after a week later. Everything Peter had done, or was doing, made him look bad. It was possible that he could’ve been immensely oblivious, but he was smarter than the average teenage boy—or so you’d thought. You’d been kept in the dark ever since your family had moved to Queens. Nobody ever told you anything. Not because you weren’t trustworthy, but because you were innocent, and it was merely human nature to preserve innocence in the face of cruel, harsh reality. People underestimated you. They never seemed to want your opinion; they never seemed to care enough about you to even ask. And undeniably, you had grown accustomed to it. 

You weren’t fond of Peter, but he was the only person who voluntarily liked talking to you, so that had to stand for something. His absence struck your small frame like a speeding bullet, and his abrupt leave filled you with more resentment than you had ever felt in your entire life. Little voices whispered in the back of your head, pushing you closer to the edge, just waiting for you to explode, but thankfully, your brain was too rational to act on one indignant impulse. 

You stripped down your dirtied clothes, stumbling your way into the shower as you tested the water’s temperature with a hesitant foot, slipping beyond a floral-printed curtain. You washed away the grime and sweat from swollen skin, shaking despite the heat that engulfed you, and you silently swore beneath your breath, needling the handle a few inches. The water burned as tiny pinpricks erupted over your whole body, painting your upper arms and thighs an ugly red hue, but you simply gritted your teeth, ignoring the agonizing sensation. Shampoo rinsed your ratty mane of the night’s failure, and white, frothy bubbles coated the limestone floor, splattering at your feet in a torrential succession. 

You slid to the ground with a thud, pulling your knees into your bare chest underneath the profuse rain, and you could feel every droplet fall on your flesh like a piece of hail, traveling in cataracts down coiled limbs. At first, the downpour was too heavy for you to differentiate between the sticky wetness on your face, but after a while, the tears that rolled down your cheeks were now waterfalls that spilled from bloodshot eyes. And you sobbed until your throat cracked and your mouth went dry.


PRESENT DAY

You winced as your back smashed against the side of a parked locomotive, denting the metal carapace and shattering the passenger window. Rendered powerless from the collision, you crumpled to the asphalt in a heap of reopened wounds, faintly making out two blurry silhouettes skirting along the edge of your reddened vision. Your jaw ached and you were more than positive that one of your ribs had splintered during the contact, but you made a feeble attempt to crawl a few inches towards the dirty backlot before being mercilessly struck down by the underside of somebody’s shoe. The side of your contused and lacerated cheek dug into jagged terrain from the pressure, and you bit down on your tongue to stop from screaming, feeling the dampness of tears slide through the cuts in your skin. You heard multiple footfalls congregating outside of your incapacitated state, heavy and tiresome from bearing the ever-present scars of warfare. There were grunts and groans and the occasional obscenity, but the noise of bone breaking drowned out the rest of the battle’s murmurs.

The smaller opponent seemed to swing from the rafters and the catwalks of the alleyway, as if he was suspended by some rope, but it was too dark to tell. The boy in the red spandex slid to a halt before his foe, flipping his palms up with such grace that the action was effortless—and somewhat natural—as a plume of white ejected from his wrist and coated the nameless assailant in an ivory web. The hero’s unidentifiable face was completely concealed by a thin sheet of fabric with two tiny eye holes purposed for navigation, but it wouldn’t take a detective to unravel the boy’s evident giddiness. His lapse of elation was short-lived, however, once the little mechanisms on his lower arms seemed to stop working. Suddenly, the boy was hurdled into a chain-link fence, doing absolutely nothing for your growing panic. A short hiss escaped from him as he fell onto his stomach and rolled briskly to his left, dodging another incoming material that had so haphazardly embedded itself into the backside of a convenient store. 

Your cries were lodged in your throat, residing in the pit of your chest as the last bit of air in your lungs evaporated into the starless sky, and somehow, you felt even closer to the ground than you had before. The weight of a thousand pickup trucks crushed your spine, pressing you further and further into the pulverized earth, your heart centimeters away from being dangerously impaled by the inward fragments of a broken rib. The preliminary numbness that had tickled your toes earlier now consumed your lower half, spreading to every inch of you like a wildfire. You attempted to stifle the continuous cries that leaked from your lips, but it was no use. You were as good as dead, and nobody could save you. 

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ethnobotany moment of the day: native peoples in Southeast Asia using wild carnivorous pitcher plant traps to cook rice in bc honestly why not??? apparently it’s a totally chill and normal food and it’s sold in farmers markets and stuff. heres the recipe thats most popular to use too (transcribed in the left photo) in case you can’t read it:

“1. Take 24 large pitchers. Wash carefully, then soak in several changes of water, preferably overnight. Soak 1kg of glutinous rice overnight.

2. Cut off pitcher trendils.

3. Boil the rice with coconut milk and salt.

4. Wash and cut up two cupfuls of fresh prawns. Finely slice half a cup of red onions. Pound a knob of shrimp paste, 4 or 5 chilled, a few spring onions and a few celery leaves. Combine the pounded ingredients with the prawns and fry in a small amount of oil until fragrant.

5. When the rice is half cooked, remove pan from fire. Cool water slightly. Half full the pitchers with rice, add one tablespoon of the fried mixture. Fill up the pitcher with rice.

6. Stand the pitchers in a steamer, cover, steam over boiling water for half an hour. Serve hot or cold.”

(from “Pitcher Plants of the Old World Volume 1 by Stewart McPherson, pages 204+205)

anonymous asked:

Do you have any tips for using seasonings when cooking? Or tips to help cook in general for some one new to it.

College Cooking 101

Materials

Here is a list of materials that I believe are absolutely necessary to creating a quality product. Feel free to substitute anything based on your own personal preferences.

Cooking supplies:

  • Non-stick frying pan (cast iron pans are much more difficult to clean)
  • Pot (I would recommend a small pot that you can use to cook for just yourself, and a larger pot for cooking portions or for company)
  • Lid for said pot
  • Rubber spatula (much better than wooden spoons)
  • Tongs
  • Sheet tray
  • Strainer
  • Scissors (kitchen scissors)
  • A cutting board (I recommend plastic because they’re easier to wash)
  • Cutting knife
  • Bread knife (both knives should be sharpened every six months at least, you can take them to your local kitchen supplies shop)

Spices:

  • Salt
  • Pepper
  • Dried chives (or real chives if you can swing them. Throw them in your ramen, your tuna salad, sprinkle them on top of pasta, etc)
  • Thyme (dried or fresh… dried is 3x as potent, use to season soups or pastas)
  • Rosemary (dried or fresh, use to season meats and starches)
  • Cumin (use this spice to rub meat)
  • Cinnamon
  • Sugar
  • Garlic powder or onion powder (used for meat rubs and seasoning soups or sauces)
  • Paprika (I would recommend avoiding smoked paprika, it’s got a super aggressive flavor… use this in small amounts sprinkled over things like you would the chives)

Basic produce:

  • Parmesan cheese (for sprinkling over pastas, you can get it pre-grated)
  • Cheddar cheese (for making sandwiches and mac and cheese)
  • Tomatoes (whole, crushed, paste, whatever… just have some sort of tomato product in your pantry at all times)
  • Potatoes (you can’t buy them pre-cut because the oxidize and turn gray if not used immediately… you can still eat them, but they don’t look pretty)
  • Onions (you can get them pre-cut)
  • Garlic (use to make sauce or soup bases)
  • Romaine hearts (lettuce has a short shelf life, but romaine hearts literally last forever and are healthier than eating iceberg lettuce)
  • Protein of some sort (whatever you like- steak, chicken, tofu, etc)
  • Something salty (like pickles, black olives, anchovies, etc)
  • Your favorite veggies (I like carrots and squashes the best)
  • Pasta (whatever is cheapest or on sale at your store)
  • Bread (freeze half a loaf and leave the rest in your fridge)
  • Eggs (egg beaters or whole eggs, whatever you like)
  • Butter (or a butter substitute)
  • Oil (olive oil is the most expensive)
  • Chicken stock (or vegetable stock, in a carton or cubed)

Techniques

Basic (super duper duper basic) instructions on how to cook various items. I am not a trained professional- the information I’m providing is based off of personal experience only.

Meat

  • Cooking: Cook with oil. Outside of the steak should be grey. The inside should be light pink.
  • Seasoning: Create a simple spice blend and rub it all over the meat. Spice rubs always include salt and pepper, add whatever other spices you want.
  • Pair with: Starches or veggies.
  • Cooking: Cook with oil. Outside should be starting to crisp, inside should be white and dry.
  • Seasoning: Salt and pepper work best. You can also coat chicken in panko bread crumbs.
  • Pair with: Starches, veggies, fruits, or pasta.
  • Cooking: Cook with butter or oil. Outside should be starting to crisp. Inside should be the same color as the outside, and should feel very dry and hard.
  • Seasoning: Create a simple spice blend and rub it all over the meat. Spice rubs always include salt and pepper, add whatever other spices you want. Meat should be completely coated in the spice rub, or it won’t taste like anything but the oil.
  • Pair with: Starches, veggies, or fruits.

Starches

  • Cooking: Cook with oil. Outside should be starting to crisp, inside fork tender.
  • Seasoning: Rub (literally rub the potatoes with your hands) salt, pepper, oil and rosemary all over the potatoes.
  • Cooking: Boil water with a teaspoon of salt. Wait until the water is visibly boiling to add your pasta. I like my pasta al dente, so I always cook it for the shortest amount of time listed on the box.
  • Seasoning: Thoroughly coat pasta with whatever sauce you’re using, or it will taste dry. Good prepared sauce brands: Newman’s Own, Classico, and Barilla.
  • Cooking: Cook in chicken or vegetable stock following package instructions. Stir every so often, and add additional stock as it is absorbed into the pasta.
  • Seasoning: I like to add dried herbs to the sauce as it reduces to add flavor. You can also add veggies early on and let them cook in the sauce.

Veggies

  • Cooking: These can be pan fried in oil, boiled, cooked in a sauce/stew, or put on a sheet tray to roast in the oven. The easiest way to cook them is to add them to a sauce that you are heating up, and allow them to soften until they can be pierced by a fork.
  • Seasoning: Rub the veggies with salt before cooking, unless you are adding them to a sauce or stew.
  • Cooking: These are best pan fried with butter. Cook them until they are slightly crisped and fork tender. If you want to be fancy you can blanch them before hand. How to blanch: Boil water, and throw the veggies in for literally thirty seconds. Pour them into a strainer and douse them immediately with cold water from your sink tap until they are cool to the touch.
  • Seasoning: Salt works best before cooking. Butter after cooking.
  • Yes I know that sweet potato is a starch, but it fits better here.
  • Cooking: These veggies are best roasted until fork tender. Time varies. These veggies should be cooked with their skin left on.
  • Seasoning: Rub these veggies with salt and cook in a little oil. Top with butter after they are cooked.

Resources

- My Pasta Sauce Post. Click here.

- College Student Cookbook. Click here.

- Broke College Kid Masterpost. Click here.

- Cooking on A Bootstrap. Click here.

- Good and Cheap. Click here.

- Budget Bytes. Click here.

- Meals On The Go. Click here. (Not a cookbook, but super helpful)

I hope this helps!

florabell  asked:

Omg I would love to read your take on the "I can hear you having mental breakdowns" AU because I can absolutely imagine Clarke being strung out with med school stress and Bell being a Mum and fretting over her

A|N: this got…. really, really long, so I’m just gonna apologize in advance and put it down as me being trash for neighbours!bellarke. Hope you like it!

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It only occurs to him that he has a new neighbour when he wakes to the sound of a distinctly feminine voice cursing out someone.

And it’s not like Murphy was ever quiet or a remotely considerate neighbour or anything, but Bellamy’s pretty sure that he’s never woken him up at six in the morning with his yelling. Huffing, he shrugs on a shirt, shuffles over to the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee. He has to be up in an hour for work anyway, so there’s no point in trying to go back to sleep.

He does, however, start feeling a little concerned when the muffled swearing grows progressively louder instead of abating. Maybe his new neighbour is actually hurt or something, and the increasingly profane swear words are her way of expressing her distress. It’s plausible, right? The nice, neighbourly thing to do would be to check up on her. Or at the very least, maybe pound on the wall and tell her, in no certain terms, to shut the fuck up.

As tempting as the latter option is, he finds himself edging out of the door anyway, crossing the hallway to knock at her door cautiously.

The door jerks open at the second knock, and he he has to hide his surprise at the figure standing by the doorway. She’s a lot tinier than he expected her to be, dressed in stained scrubs with her hair piled up into a messy bun, stray strands drifting over her collarbone distractingly.

She arches a brow over at him, the tilt of her chin challenging. “Yes?”

“Uh, hi. I live over at 5C? Just next to you?” He gestures over at his ajar apartment door, resisting the urge to make a snide remark about how thin the walls are in the complex. “And you just— I don’t know what’s happening, but you’ve been yelling for the past hour or so? I just wanted to make sure you’re not being murdered, like, five feet away from me.”

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Little Friend

Summary: Dean wakes up with a killer hangover and very little memory of the night before. The reader fills him in. 

Word Count: 1,500ish

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: crack, fluff, mentions of drunkenness and bad hangovers

Author’s Note: This was written for @death2thevirgin Cassie’s Classics Challenge. Congratulations on your followers! If you’re not following her, I definitely recommend it. My prompt was “Say "hello” to my little friend,“ and I had so much fun writing it. I hope you enjoy! 

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Dean knows as soon as he wakes up that he is in trouble. His mouth tastes like something crawled in and died sometime in the last ten hours and there is a pounding in his head that makes him want to die. The room is pitch-black; lights off and the door closed. He fumbles for the bedside lamp and nearly dies when he successfully turns it on. Thank Chuck that whoever put him in bed had left a puke bucket by the bed. He hasn’t used it yet, but it is looking like a strong possibility before he notices the bottle of water and two painkillers beside the lamp.

He groans and makes his way into the kitchen. Sam is blenderizing something green that was clearly never meant to be eaten for breakfast. The noise echoes insides Dean’s head, ricochets against the inside of his skull, and settles as a throbbing between his eyes.

“Dude, what happened last night?” Dean asks.

“You mean you don’t remember?” Sam eyes him, eyebrows raised. He’s clearly not surprised.

Dean groans in response, letting his head fall to the table in defeat. “No. Did I get cursed again?”

Sam grimaces as he pulls the eggs and jam from the refrigerator. “No, just the usual hangover. But when Y/n wakes up, you might wish you had been cursed.”

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Poached chicken, flavoured cauliflower ‘rice’ (basically grated cauliflower pan fried with Fry Light avocado oil spray, garlic powder, herbs and spices), steamed broccoli, green beans and gravy. 

This is what I had for dinner yesterday / another great healthy diet meal that only added up to about 315 calories, leaving plenty of room for a snack later. :p

Keeping it simple👌🏼🌿✨ even on those days when you just don’t have any spare time, eating healthy #vegan food couldn’t be easier! I whipped up this curry veg ‘fried’ rice in less than 10 minutes🤗
RECIPE: chop up some fresh ginger, garlic + veggies of your choice, then sautéed in a pan with a splash of water until slightly soft. Add in leftover rice, handful of frozen peas + corn, curry powder, Tamari and lime juice, cooking until it’s warmed through.
I topped mine with fresh coriander, cherry tomatoes + black pepper🍚

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This is for @cerusee and I do not apologize at all for the lack of angst.

Bruce Wayne & Jason Todd father/son bonding. Gen, a Tiny Bit of Strong Language


The air was deceptively cool, a lazy breeze drifting up from the river the highway ran alongside. The sun was pleasantly warm at first and only gradually turned to hot. Jason Todd knew there was a long line of mature trees only fifteen feet away that he could seek shelter under, that might even be sort of wonderful if he had a lunch and a book, but he had a hard time walking away from problems.

His current problem was something under the hood of the non-descript Audi he’d borrowed from the Manor. And he had actually borrowed it for once, at Alfred’s urging. It was a slightly older and trusted car from the massive garage, and when he’d mentioned as a slight warning that he’d been itching to get out of the city for a bit– a warning he felt he owed Alfred at this point, if no one else– it hadn’t taken much from the older man to convince him to just borrow the car.

Because it was Alfred.

Now, if there was any consolation at all to be found in bending over the now-cooled but previously smoking engine, getting dust and grease all over his worn tee, it was that at least it had happened to him and not Alfred, somewhere in the middle of Gotham.

He had been tinkering around for thirty minutes, coming to the reluctant conclusion that it was the oil line and he didn’t have the tools and was going to have to hitchhike or walk the couple of miles toward the nearest help and then deal with the car itself instead of going further from the city and the life there he just needed a break from.

Nothing spectacular had happened to drive him away– no case gone wrong, no pile of bodies, no bitter injury or trauma or anniversary. But the city itself sometimes grew too big, too heavy on his heart and mind, and he just needed space even if he knew he’d run back within days or weeks.

Jason wiped sweat off his forehead and stepped back from the car and sighed.

That was when the other car approached, the rumble of its engine preceding it on the quiet road. He leaned back over the open hood and made a show of being engrossed in the components there, while keeping an eye on the road to see what would show up. The car passed him, already slowing, and pulled to a stop on the graveled shoulder just a couple of yards ahead.

Jason tensed. The road was quiet enough that any concerned passerby would likely slow on the blacktop and roll down a window, offer help. Maybe it was a cop. The car was unmarked but black.

He stood, wiping his hands on his already ruined shirt, and plastered a warm smile on his face. He turned and froze.

Bruce climbed out of the other car.

“The fuck,” Jason exclaimed, his smile falling.

“Hello to you, too,” Bruce replied mildly.

“I didn’t steal it,” Jason spat out. “Alfred told me to take it.”

Bruce ducked back into the car he’d emerged from and when he straightened, taking a deep breath of the fresh air, he was holding a paper sack of food and a cardboard drink carrier.

“I know,” Bruce said. “He told me.”

And maybe it was the ingrained paranoia, the fine family tradition of subterfuge, or just the tiny (and mildly glorious) sense of knowing someone else so well, but comprehension hit Jason like a thunderclap.

“He knew,” Jason gasped. And it irked him that it was Alfred and that he couldn’t cuss him out, even absent, without feeling about a hundred times as guilty as he would with anyone else.

“That the line had a slow leak?” Bruce asked, walking toward him. Whatever he had in the bags smelled amazing and it was about an hour past lunch. Jason had decided to push ahead to the next small town, eager for the miles between him and Gotham, and then had been forced to pull over in the middle of nowhere. Bruce held out the bag. “He did.”

They might not have the smoothest relationship, but it was Bruce out of the suit and it was a bag of food and even if Jason’s stomach hadn’t grumbled, he would have taken it. He peered inside.

“Are these pepperjack chicken sandwiches?” Jason asked, incredulous.

“And tea,” Bruce answered, lifting the drink carrier slightly. He looked a little apologetic, a worried frown around his eyes. “I didn’t think Gotham chili dogs would stay hot for the drive. But there’s a Wendall’s just ten miles back, the last one going west.”

Jason leaned against the bumper of the car and then cast a glance toward the shaded bank. He was still watching the trees and not Bruce when he asked, “You really drove three hours to catch up with me?”

“I did,” Bruce said. He reached out and bent the sack toward himself. Jason let it happen. Bruce pulled one of the sandwiches out. There were boxes of shoestring fries underneath. “I brought tools. And a new line. A drain pan and a few quarts of oil. But let’s eat first.”

“Okay,” Jason said faintly, looking into the bag again. He took off, long strides carrying him toward the trees and the river bank. It didn’t smell like trash and sewage out here. “But I’m not gonna bake while I eat,” he called, without turning. He left the words making it to Bruce on the whim of the wind.

Whether or not Bruce heard clearly, he followed and sat down next to Jason on the grass. They sat shoulder to shoulder, with enough space between them that Bruce set the drink carrier down.

“How early did Al wake you up?” Jason asked, glancing over at Bruce’s pale face in the sunlight. He hadn’t bothered with any of his usual makeup to hide the dark circles or the days-old bruise on his cheek, the stuff he wore for work. It reminded Jason of days when they had breakfast together at the gigantic dining room table, before getting ready for the world outside the Manor.

“He let me sleep a whole two hours,” Bruce said, a small smile tugging at his mouth. “It was supposed to be my day off.”

“Sorry,” Jason grumbled, which was hard to do around a mouthful of chicken sandwich.

“I’m not,” Bruce said. “We’re not good at lunch dates.”

Jason choked when his surprised and bitter laugh interrupted swallowing. Bruce reached out a hand, hesitated, and then clapped him on the back anyway. Jason sucked down tea to chase away the lingering itch in his throat. “No,” he said when he’d recovered. “No, we aren’t. Midnight snacks are more our thing now.”

“I think that’s my fault,” Bruce admitted, taking his own tea.

“I dunno,” Jason said, taking another bite. He knew he hadn’t exactly made himself easy to get along with or seek out.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, eating, then Bruce brushed his hands against each other and swapped his crumpled sandwich wrapper for a box of shoestring fries.

“Anyway,” he said, letting the quiet draw out again. “I’m not angry Alfred set us up. This is nice.”

“It is,” Jason agreed, with only a little reluctance. “Figures Al would figure out how to make it happen.”

“Where are you headed?” Bruce asked, gesturing with a slight motion of his shoulder toward the Audi.

“Haven’t decided,” Jason said, slurping tea from the crowded ice in the cup. “Just wherever, I guess.”

“We’ll fix the line and you can go find out,” Bruce said. “Need anything else?”

“No,” Jason said, feeling as calm as the river looked. It was nice, to sit and munch on fries and talk without shadows looming over them, without the weak glow of street lamps or the halogen bulbs in the cave. “I’ll be good. Thanks.”

“Send me a postcard,” Bruce said. “So I know where you end up.”

And even though it was just an escape, a tiny vacation from his usual life, Jason was reassured by the implication: I care but I’m not tracking you.

It was a comforting feeling, the freedom and the connection.

“Sure,” Jason said. “How are you doing?”

Bruce looked over at him, a long and steady look, and when Jason tore his eyes away to stare at the river again instead, Bruce sighed.

“I’m worn out. I need a vacation soon, too. Alfred keeps dropping hints. Maybe Iceland.”

For the first half of the minute that followed, Jason was tempted to say something joking or disparaging but he struggled to come up with something that satisfied the impulse. There was another delay as he realized the difficulty was rooted in the lack of any sour emotion to spur it. “You should go,” he finally settled on saying.

He could feel Bruce studying him, probably with that unrelenting and undaunted expression he often had while figuring out a problem or gathering information.

“I think I will,” Bruce said, exhaling softly. Jason turned to him and tried to grin, but he knew it came off as more genuine and less rakish than he’d meant for it to.

“You gonna eat those fries?” Jason asked, leaning over to look into the box Bruce was holding but not doing anything else with.

“No,” Bruce said, holding them out. “Want them?”

“Hell yes,” Jason said, accepting the box. “Only you’d waste good fries.”

“Want me to start on the oil line?” Bruce offered, beginning to stand.

“Nah,” Jason said. “We can do it together. Don’t rush me. Some of us actually learned how to savor food when Alfred taught us, instead of eating like machines.”

Bruce chuckled and leaned back on the grass instead of rising. “Alright.”

The French fries were crisp and salty and Jason alternated chewing them and sucking watery, frigid tea through the red and white striped straw. The river lapped softly at the baked mud bank beneath them and wind tumbled through the treetops overhead.

“I’m done,” he announced, more than five minutes after actually finishing the fries.

“Hn,” Bruce answered, sounding far from fully awake.

Jason stretched out in the grass and put a boot on the bag of trash so it wouldn’t blow away.

“If I wake up covered in bug bites, it’s your fault,” he said, closing his eyes. The sunlight that filtered through the canopy was just enough to keep away an actual chill.

“Hn,” Bruce said again. “We should lock the cars.”

“You do it,” Jason said. “If you’re so freaking paranoid.”

There were two clicks of automatic locks from near the road. Jason felt his pocket but the keys were still there and it just figured Bruce would have another set, but he kind of didn’t care.

It over an hour before either of them moved again.

Good Girl CH 3: In The Morning

There is something warm on my cheek. My hand that was tucked against my chest wanders up to find a hand resting against my cheek. I open my eyes to come face to face with a familiar cat like man.

“Good morning little one,” He purrs in a sexy morning voice. I’m surprised when he leans forward and places a soft kiss on my lips; he rests his head back on his pillow and waits for some kind of reaction. I just blink at him, dumbstruck by this hot stranger. A million things run through my mind as I try to understand what is going on, where the hell am I, how did I get here, and who is this sexy man?

Out loud I answer my own question, “Kitty?”

A smile spreads across the man’s face, “Yes?”

I sit up as things from the night before fly by in my mind. Kitty follows my movement as he scoots closer to me, his arm wrapped securely around my waist in case I run. But my mind is swimming and I doubt I could walk at this point if I tried. I see myself at the club with Jihyo, the shots, both kinds, and I remember the alley. Turning to look at Kitty I just stare as I think about how cold he looked, how heartless and cruel as he stood over that man’s body. But looking at him now, I just see a cute man with concern and nervousness in his eyes, nothing of what I would expect from a killer.

“Do you remember?” He asks a bit hesitantly.

I just nod.

“And?” His grip on me tightens.

“And nothing.”

“Are you afraid?”

I’m surprised by my lack of hesitates when I shake my head, “You didn’t hurt me.”

“But I killed a man.”

“You didn’t kill me. You haven’t hurt me when I know you’ve had the opportunity to do so, why should I be afraid?”

He stares at me dumbstruck, but he quickly shakes it off and gets closer to me, his cat eyes narrowed on any reaction I could have. But I do nothing; I actually find his closeness comforting. I guess it wasn’t just the tequila.

“You are a strange girl.”

“I get that a lot.”

“So if I let you go, you won’t run off will you?”

I shake my head, “I won’t know where to run even I would.” Satisfied with my answer he releases his grip on my waists and lays back down, his hands behind his head. I just stare at him as I try and access the part of my brain that normally stores my common sense but come up empty when I still feel nothing but relaxation with him. Jihyo must have jinxed me, fucking with my alarm, ugh that bitch. As that thought passes through my mind I snap my head up. I wonder if she got home okay, if Hoseok got my message but I decide not go for my phone with Kitty watching me so intensely.

“Are you hungry?” He asks as he sits back up.

I nod.

“Come on,” He grabs my hand and pulls me off the bed. We leave his room and wander down a long corridor with a bunch of doors on one side and a wall of windows on the other. On the other side of the windows is a beautiful pool that has a just a pretty view of a forest. So we’re in the middle of nowhere, delightful.

He leads me to the kitchen where he is disappointed to find no one there. A cute pout graces his face as he opens the fridge and finds nothing already made to eat.

“Kyungsoo is usually up by now, I’m starving.” Kitty grumbles as he closes the fridge.

“I can make us something,” I say a bit shyly.

He raises his brow, “You can cook?”

“My grandma taught me how to make traditional Korean food.”

He grins like a child, “Can you please?”

I smile back and nod. “Go sit down at the island.” I wave him into a seat out of the way. He sits on the other side of the island I start putting ingredients on. Thankfully they have plenty of eggs and rice so omurice seems like a pretty easy option. Their kitchen is absolutely beautiful, completely modern with black cabinets and white marble counters. It’s like the kitchen I’ve always wanted. I switch back and forth from counter to counter to the stove and back again, far too focused on making breakfast to notice the audience that gathered on the other side of the island. Kitty grabs 13 plates for me and helps dish out the rice on each plate while I top each pile with a fried egg, a simple dish that always tastes amazing. With a satisfied sigh I gather all the pans in the sink and turn around to finally realize all 12 men staring at me with interest.

When none of them say anything I give them a shy smile, “Good morning, I made breakfast.” I gesture to the plates lined up on the counter.

“Does she not remember?” The dimpled man from last night asks.

They all look to Kitty who is just smiling at me, “She does.”

“Are you sure? Did you threaten her or something?”

Another one asks, “Are sure she even saw?”

“I’m with Yeolie on this one,” The puppy says from his spot on one of the stools, “There is no way she would be this calm if she saw.”

With a sigh Kitty says, “Tell them what you saw last night little one, I’m going to eat while they freak out.” He reaches across the island for a plate.

All eyes turn to me, “I saw Kitty shoot some guy threw the chest and threw the head.” I explain simply dragging one of the plates in front of me and I start eating. They stare at me as if I have an arm growing out of my forehead.

“Maybe she thinks this is a dream or something,” One says.

“She could be a sociopath,” Another one suggests.

“Or she could be someone like us,” A third says.

Annoyed with their antics I slam my fork down on the counter, “Eat your food before I throw it away. And if I had to pick the best of the three I’m most likely a sociopath.”

They scramble for a plate, fighting each other for ones that have more, acting like complete children. I scoff at the fact that these men were in charge of taking care of me last night.

After a few minutes of silence and obvious staring one asks, “So you aren’t afraid of us?”

I look up from my plate to see bitch face from last night staring down at his fork; he nibbles on his lip while he waits for my answer. I scan all of the other men’s faces to see the same anxious curiosity.

“No, I’m not afraid of you.” Just as those words leave my mouth, the alarm in my head goes off. I twist and jump on the counter, my legs stretched in front of me, keeping the tan man who was sneaking up behind me away.  

With an impressed smile he says, “That alarm of yours’ is absolutely amazing.” He steps closer so my feet are on his stomach.

“Kai,” A few of the men behind me growl warningly. Kai sighs in defeat, his hands go up in surrender as he backs away.

“What are we going to do with her now?”

I glance over my shoulder, also curious about this answer. The four sitting in the stools look to each in a silent debate, Kitty, Dragon, Deer, and classically handsome. From the way the others who were stuck standing watch the men, I can tell they must be the oldest or the leaders. I watch Kitty and am a bit taken back by the sudden cold he is radiating, Dragon is next to him doing the same killer expression as they have a stare down with the other two.

“I say we keep her,” Kitty says sternly.

“Hyung, she is not a pet,” Handsome snaps back.

Dragon huffs, “I’m with Xiumin on this one.”

“She probably has a family that she needs to get back to and if she is the same age as Sehun and Kai, she has school,” Deer says in a soft voice trying to keep the situation calm.

“Since when have you two had a conscience with girls? You guys are usually the first to get rid of them. In fact I’m surprised you haven’t tried to kill her yet or even suggested it. Face it, you like her too.” Kitty snaps as he stands up, slamming his fork on the counter.

The other two look away, a blush crossing their faces. My focus is taken away when I feel the alarm again and I turn around to find Kai closer than before. His hands are on my thighs with him resting in between my legs, only inches away. I can’t help but scream at his sudden closeness, not feeling the same comfort that I have when Kitty is this close, instead I feel threatened. My instincts kick in and I throw a punch, landing right on his cheek, making him stumble back. With my fist up, I glare at him, expecting him to retaliate or something but he doesn’t. He holds his cheek, grinning like a maniac, he looks to the others who are either staring or glaring at the dumb boy.

“I vote on keeping her for a little while, I like a girl with some fiest.”

“I swear I’m going right for your man hood if you try that again,” I threaten.

He just laughs, “I could kill you if I wanted to beautiful, so you better be a bit nicer.”

“Please go right ahead.”

He stares at me for a moment, and I can feel the others’ eyes on me as well, “I’m not playing around. You saw what Xiumin hyung did to that guy last night just for him being in the wrong place, imagine what we would do to someone who wrongs us.”

“Than kill me, I’ve got nothing too important to get back to.” I deadpan, feeling nothing in my words, no hesitates or fear.  

“I get why she isn’t afraid of us,” Kai scoffs, “The crazy little girl is suicidal.”

I shrug at his words, putting my plate on my lap so I can continue eating, “I wouldn’t say I’m suicidal, more like I’ve had all the time I need and I can go at any moment now. So if you want to kill me, kill me. If you don’t, than eat and stop trying to get in my pants.”

It’s quiet for a while, I continue eating, some of the others behind me snicker at Kai’s antics. Kai leans against the counter opposite of me and just watches me eat. Twenty minutes pass of the only sound being people eating and forks clanking against plates. When I finish my food I start the dishes, which only takes fifteen minutes with them having a dishwasher. The boys are hesitant as they hand me their plates that I place in the washer for them. Done with that I wash my hands before turning around to find all of them still staring.

“So what now?” I ask, eyeing Kitty and Handsome since they seem to have the most say.

“What do you mean?” Handsome asks.

“Well are you going to kill me, keep me, or take me home?”

They are all surprised by my bluntness but Kitty just chuckles, “What do you want to do little one?”

“This isn’t a debate for her to take part in. She should go home,” Handsome says as if it’s final but by the look on everyone else’s face I know it isn’t over.

“But she saw us kill someone, she saw our faces, she knows where we live, we can’t just let her run around with that information,” Puppy reasons stepping into the conversation.

Deer defends me this time, “She doesn’t look like the type to run to the police.”

Kai scoffs, “What does she have to loose? She already admitted she isn’t afraid to die so our usual death threats won’t work.”

“That’s why we should just keep her,” Xiumin states once again. “We all seem to like her anyway. None of us can take our eyes off her. I can admit that it’s weird that we all like her this much already but that doesn’t change that I know the rest of you bastards want to keep her too.”

Their argument is cut off when a door opens and the sound of more rowdy boys coming down the hall. I grimace at the possibility of their being more of them but as these voices get closer I realize that they sound really familiar. The new group of boys rounds the corner, joining us in the kitchen, seeming completely at ease as they bow.

As their arrival sinks in I say excitedly, “Oppas?” I try and rush to them but I’m surprised when Kai’s arm wraps around my waist holding me back.

“Joo-ya?” Namjoon questions taking a step toward me but is automatically cut off by Dragon while the others stand up too, creating a wall in between my oppas and me. “What is going on here?”

“Why do you guys have Joo?” Yoongi questions, suddenly hostile.

“Joo,” Hoseok tries to come forward but steps back when Kitty glares at him and ends up settling for peeking at me in between them, “We’ve been worried about you. I’ve been waiting for you to text me back since last night, I thought you got caught up in the mess if it.”

“How is Jihyo?” I asks ignoring Kai’s tightening grip as he glares.

“She has a pretty bad hang over and a bruise on her cheek, but nothing she isn’t use too. But how did you end up here?”

At the same time those same words appear in my head, “What are you guys doing here?”

“How the hell do you all know each other?” Dragon asks, stepping away from the wall they made to get me from Kai’s grip, noticing my discomfort. He easily lifts me on the counter near Kitty who pulls me closer.

“She is a close friend.” Namjoon says stepping forward, being the over protective oppa that he is, he watches their hands on me. He narrows his eyes on Kitty when he turns to look up at me, positioning himself like Kai had before, in between my legs. Kitty cocks his head at me curiously as he wraps his arms around my waist, something I don’t question from him at this point.

“Is that true little one? Are you friends with these boys?” Kitty asks me.

I nod.

“How did you meet these naughty boys?” Dragon asks leaning on the counter closer to me.

“We met through my friend Jihyo, she goes to the same school as them.”

Kai scoffs, “You expect me to believe you’re friends with that slutty girl at school?”

I glare daggers at him but before I can snap at him Namjoon does it for me, “I would watch what you say about Jihyo in front of Joo, she will hurt anyone who says anything bad about her little Ji.”

“Is that why you guys look so familiar?” I gesture to bitch face and Kai. “Are you those mysterious, hot guys she always talked about?”

Grinning, Kai brushes his sandy brown hair out of his face, “There aren’t many like us, so I’m guessing yes.”

“And does that mean one of you are the hot principal that is related to them?” I scan the men I’m guessing to be the oldest and stop at Handsome. “You,” I point a small finger at him, “It has to be you.”

“Why him sweetheart? Am I not hot?” Dragon pouts cutely.

“You are way too hot to be involved in any kind of education institution. But Handsome oppa,” I look back to Handsome, “You are classically hot, so it has to be you.”

“Handsome oppa?” He laughs cutely.

“I don’t know names, except for Kai so I’ve just been making them up in my head.”

“What do you call me?” Deer asks perking up in his seat.

“Deer oppa.”

“What do you call them?” Deer gestures to the two men hanging on me.

“Kitty and Dragon oppa.”

“This is fun and stuff but can we get back to why you have Joo?” Hoseok asks bring all eyes to him, none of them kind except for mine.

“Why is that any of your business?” Dragon snaps.

“She is our friend and we know you guys well enough that there must be a very good or bad reason for you to bring her to your house.”

“She caught us killing someone, so we couldn’t let her run off to the police,” Kai says as if it was obvious.

“Joo-ya,” Jin comes closer, trying to give me a once over with Kitty basically on top of me. “They haven’t hurt you, right?” Poor mommy Jin looks nervous asking the question but with twelve glaring men hovering, I understand why. I try to jump off the counter, something Kitty does not agree with.

“Let me down,” I say nicely.

“Why?” Kitty basically growls.

“Please.”

He sighs, “You have two minutes,” He steps away from me, allowing me to jump off the counter. I get down quickly and go over to Jin who welcomes me into a hug. Jin steps away holding me at arms length he gives me a once over.

“I’m fine Oppa, they have been nothing but nice to me,” I try to calm the older man and myself. When he finds nothing wrong with me he lets out a sigh of relief but that makes worry creep up my neck, should I be more concerned about what could happened to me? I mean other than my death?

“I’m sorry but if you knew their normal reaction to someone seeing them kill someone, you’d understand my worry.”

I take that as a yes.

“Ya!” Handsome snaps coming toward us, his sudden hostility makes me jump, “You just need to keep your mouth shut about that.”

“Kai already threatened to kill me, so I doubt it gets much worse then that.” I look over my shoulder at him trying to appear calm and collected. Remember they don’t set off the alarms, that usually means I’m fine, I should be fine, right?

“Trust me, it does,” He says only loud enough for me to hear. Jin stop scaring me, you aren’t helping the situation!

“Can we talk to her for a few minutes?” Namjoon ask wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

“About what?” Deer asks, suddenly appearing a lot more threatening than I thought someone like him could.

Namjoon clears his throat as he tries to think of a good response, “We just want to make sure she’s okay.”

Kris growls, “She said she is fine.”

“You guys can be a bit intimidating we just want to walk to her,” Yoongi answers.

“I say no,” Bitch face says.

“I’m with Sehun,” Kai agrees.

One I haven’t really heard talk yet, Dimple, says, “They are going to make her afraid of us.”

“Hyung,” Puppy whines to Handsome, “Don’t let them take our new friend away.”

“We haven’t even had a chance to play with her yet,” Elf chimes in. My friends tense at those words.

“Handsome oppa,” I slip away from Namjoon to grab on to Handsome’s large hands and smile up at him. “Can’t I just have a little talk with them, please? I’ll play with you guys after.”

He sighs holding my hands comfortably tight, “Fine, you convinced me but you have to convince Xiumin hyung too.” I cock my head at him confused, “I mean Kitty.” I look past Handsome to find a very cranky looking Kitty. I give him my best smile.

“Kitty oppa, please?” I try to use the same trick on him that I used on Handsome but from his glare I know it won’t work.

“No.” He deadpans before I even reach him.

“But oppa,” I whine as I wrap my arms around his neck. Any fear I have disappears when I see the fear in the cute man’s eyes. How he can do such a switch, from possibly murdering a group of boys to looking like a kicked kitten.

“I said no little one,” He pulls me close, his hands firmly on my hips. “I don’t want them to make you afraid of me, afraid of us. I like that you don’t flinch or try to move away when I touch you.”

“If you let me I’ll stay,” The words come out before I can stop them.

His eyes light up, in fact everyone’s, except for my friends, eyes light up like the forth of July. I don’t have the heart to take my words back, regardless of the horrified look in my friends’ eyes.

“Deal,” He kisses my forehead, “You can’t take it back now.” He lets me go and holds me at arms length so I’m not touching him anymore. “Now you guys have 15 minutes, use that time wisely, you can use the living room.”

“You boys watch your mouths,” Suho threatens with a cold voice and eyes that could kill. “If she comes out of that room any different towards us, there will be hell to pay,” He gives them a killer smile, “Understand?”

The boys all nod, fear obvious in their eyes, before dragging me out of the kitchen into the living room, just down the hall. Jin hesitates as we pass the entry way, his desire to just take me and leave is obvious to everyone.

“Don’t even think about it Hyung!” Namjoon warns as he continues pulling me along.

“But Namjoon,” Jin whispers, he grabs my free hand, “How else are we supposed to get her out of here? Or are seriously thinking about leaving her?”

Namjoon huffs, “No, I don’t want to leave her but I don’t want the head of EXO trailing behind us! Do you know what would happen to us if we just took her from them? I don’t that for us, we worked hard to get here. Now all we can do is try and figure out what happened.”

MAYBE COOKING ISN'T FOR US- Mark x Reader

MAYBE COOKING ISN’T FOR US
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Pairing: Mark X Reader
Genre: Fluff (prob the fluffiest thing I’ve wrote)
Group: NCT
Summary: Despite the both of you not being able to cook, you can still try. Right?
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You were sitting on the couch of the dorm. Music was blaring from your phone, as you scrolled through your social media. Mark sat on the floor playing a video game on his phone. The silence wasn’t awkward at all, if anything it was comforting.

You sighed and turned off the music, making Mark look up at you in question. You let out a loud exaggerated groan and rolled over. You pouted as you looked at Mark.

“Maaaark, I’m bored! Everyone is posting about their exciting fun lives and I’m still a couch potato!” You jokingly whined. You did spend most of your time on the couch, but the pillows are so fluffy! You would get up at random times and go outside to the nearest soccer field and practice, but otherwise you rarely saw the sunlight.

Mark sighed and put his phone beside him, he stood up and walked past you. You sat up and lightly glared at him. “Where are you going Mr.Lee.” You laughed.

Mark turned around and grinned, “Do you not want to make a pizza?” He asked, his eyebrow raised as if daring you to say no. You dramatically put your hand to your heart.

“How could you assume such things!”

“If you don’t get in here then I’ll have to make it alone!”

You jumped out of your seat on the couch and sprinted into the kitchen, nearly tripping on your face as you came to a stop. Mark grabbed your waist and picked you up from behind, he began to spin. You let out loud giggles as you spun.

Mark finally put you down and laughed, his eyes crinkling, his smile wide. It was your favorite sight in the world. “Y/N! The pizza is on the table!” Mark stated as he got out a pan. You gave him a thumbs up.

You looked at the table and saw a box. You weren’t going to make one, no. You were going to put one in an oven. You let out a sigh and smiled. You should’ve known Mark would never let you live down burning Easy Fries in a microwave.

You picked up the box and walked over to Mark. “It isn’t cold so I’m assuming you let it thaw?” You questioned. Mark nodded. Giving him a quick peck to the cheek, you walked over to the oven. Checking the numbers on the box, you put them in.

You opened up the oven as Mark put in tray, making sure to wear Taeyong’s cooking mittens as to not burn himself. As you closed the oven and pressed start you and Mark high fived.

You quickly kissed Mark on the lips before jumping on the couch. Stretching your body across the couch. Mark quietly sighed and shook his head. The two of you played video games while you waited.

The sudden smell of smoke entered the air. Your eyes widened. You forget to get the pizza out. You nodded to Mark who quickly ran into the kitchen. You opened up every window and began to fan out the smoke. You could never be around smoke, your asthma would act up and you would be sent into a asthma attack, and today you didn’t have your inhaler. Leaving it on your desk at home.

__________

Once the smoke had cleared you and Mark stared at an extremely ruined pizza. You then began to hysterically laugh, the situation beginning to finalize. You both couldn’t even make a pre-made pizza. Mark began to laugh along with you. Soon enough the two of you were on the floor, out of breath from laughing.

You turned to your boyfriend, his hair falling in front of his eyes. You brushed a piece out of his eyes. A gentle smile spread across your face. Mark stared at you, his eyes full of love and peace. At this moment everything seemed as if it disappeared. It was only the two of you.

Mark brought you close to him, his face only inches away. He smiled, “I love you so much Y/N.” He whispered before kissing you. It was soft and sweet, it held all of the love between the two of you. When you pulled back, you grinned. A deep blush coated both of your cheeks. You let out a quiet laugh.

“Maybe we shouldn’t be allowed to cook.”

I Think I Love You

A/N: Can I just say, I suck at titles? All of them should be untitled lol. Hope you enjoy this, I’ve been working on it the last few days. Sorry for any errors. Oh and I’m not entirely sure Sam eats bacon, but for the sake of this story he does :D

Characters: Dean, Reader, Sam

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Summary: Reader and Dean are struggling with their feelings. 

Word Count: 1,618

Warnings: Language, tiny bit of angst

Originally posted by findyourownhappyending



Standing in the hallway of the bunker you considered your options.

1. Tell Dean how you felt.
2. Leave and never come back.

The second was more appealing, you didn’t face rejection, you didn’t want to make things weird between you. But it also meant you would never see him again. The first terrified you. Each time you thought of telling Dean how far gone you were it made you want to weep. You thought you were tougher than that. You hated to cry, thinking it showed weakness. Rolling your eyes at yourself you headed to the library. Things had been calm the last few weeks, just the occasional demon or vampire nest causing trouble.

Sitting down with a book from your personal collection you dove into a world not your own. It had been awhile since you read it, but it being a childhood favorite you couldn’t help but crack it open every now and then.

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Breakfast

Pairing: Daveed Diggs/Reader

Warnings: Smut, Cursing, Daddy kink

A/N: This is my first Hamilton fic I’m posting here, I welcome feedback/constructive criticism. I hope you all enjoy it!

   You wake up to auspiciously loud clanging from the kitchen, and squint your eyes suspiciously at the open bedroom door. Another noise followed by loud cursing encourages you out of bed, to grab the nearest shirt you can find, and into the kitchen of your small New York apartment. 

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Invisible // Chapter 1

My first fiction with multiple chapters, yay!
Pairing: Mark x Reader x Jaebum 
Words: 2600
Genre: Fluff, Drama/ Angsty

Chapter 2

Mark is (Y/N)’s best friend and roommate. One evening they’re chilling together and she decide to finally tell him how hard she was crushing on no other than GOT7’s leader Im Jaebum. 

Mark plays it cool, acting happy that she found a liking in him and said that he will definitely help her out to get things going - but in reality, hearing (Y/N) say Jaebum’s name instead of his own, crushed him.

Mark’s Point of View:
When I arrived at home, (Y/N) was standing in front of the kitchen counter, chopping something into small pieces and throwing it into a pan afterwards. It had become a habit of hers to cook for me in the evening, even when she didn’t know if I’d be home at all those nights. But she always pointed out that she was worried I wouldn’t eat enough during my schedules - which wasn’t necessarily false. I did not eat enough. The more thankful I was, that she cared about me in this way because I alone surely wasn’t capable of treating me right.

And so it had started, my absolute tragic love story. When we moved in together, about a year ago, we were nothing more than best friends. I could always rely on her, she took care of me better than I could ever do and the way we completed each other was too perfect. So we decided that maybe it would be a good idea to share an apartment.
What I clearly didn’t think through was the fact that I would be around her almost always when we weren't touring in another country… and even then we stayed connected and talked pretty much every night. 

The point is, I loved her as a friend, I did that from the first second, but as soon as we had moved here, I couldn’t deny how those feelings slowly turned into more than just platonic love…

As cliché as it was the two of us had always been nagged for being so close because apparently it made us look like an old married couple at times, but neither of us ever payed attention to these comments. Or at least that was the case in the beginning…
I should’ve expected it to happen sooner or later, looking back at it now. And from there on, things obviously didn’t take long for the other guys to notice. I acted differently around her, even if I had been by her side for so long, it was only now that I started to feel the nervousness rushing over me when she was around. So that one time while being backstage, when all of us were chilling together after another great show, I had acted a little too obvious for Jinyoung’s liking. While commenting on our behavior as usual, I just couldn’t help my ears from suddenly turning bright red the way they always did when I was embarrassed… and the second (Y/N) was out of the room Jinyoung jumped on me, asking so bluntly that everyone else in the room was now involved in my private life as well. I had no other choice but to tell them the truth that evening.

“So… when will you tell her?” Jackson had asked with a big smile and definitely more excited about the news than I had been myself. I just laughed at the question, seriously thinking that he was joking but when I noticed that the others were looking at me dead serious and expecting to hear an answer, my jaw had dropped to the floor.

“Tell her? No way. That’s a stupid idea.” Was all I said, and saying that was an even worse idea… from that moment on they did not waste a single minute not trying to talk me into believing that confessing to her would be the easiest thing to do.
And here I was. Tonight would be the night… or so I thought.

“Good evening.” I muttered while walking towards her. She had not noticed me so far, but now she looked up with a smile on her beautiful face that was even visible in her bright eyes.

“Hello Markie. How was your day? Dinner is almost ready.” She said and picked up the pace with which she was cutting the food into pieces, as if there was a need to hurry.

“No need to rush. My day was good, but exhausting as usual. What about yours?” I asked back and walked towards the cupboard with our plates so I could at least set the table after she had made all the effort of cooking. The small table stood in front of a window, only the dim light of the moon lighting up the room, which was why I almost tripped over something lying on the ground. She laughed at me, the sound echoing around the apartment was by far one of my favorites. It could light up even the darkest of my days…

“Don’t trip, you silly boy! And let’s eat by the couch, nice and cozy. Doesn’t that sound good?”

“As you wish.” I replied with a smile, making my way over to the living room after I switched on the lights to see where I was going. A couple of minutes later she was done and brought out a pan of fried rice, placing it on the table and then sinking down next to me, not leaving any space between us. The way our legs and arms touched whenever one of us moved made my skin tingle, like tiny insects would run across it, when in reality it was nothing more but my feelings for her fooling me. And not only that, but hearing her soft voice while she talked about her day, the way she smiled and laughed at her own story and her smell as she had seemingly showered before cooking our dinner… all of it drove me closer and closer to insanity. I wanted to be closer to her with every fiber of my body. Feel those soft pink lips pressed onto mine, let my fingers run through her silky hair and hold her tight. But I couldn’t do that.
Apparently I had been so lost in thought, thinking about stuff that I really shouldn’t think about when she was that close to me, that she had noticed me spacing out on her.

“Mark! Are you even listening? Just tell me if you are too tired and we can go to sleep, you know.” She said, shoving a last spoon of fried rice into her mouth while looking at me to see if I was paying attention again. I could see in her eyes that she was a tiny bit upset that I had not been listening, but on the other side I knew that out of all people she’d be the last one to scold me for it.

“I’m sorry. I did listen! You saw your friend today and went shopping, got some ice coffee and spent a nice day by the river… sounds like a beautiful reunion.” I retold her day in a very short version, just to prove my point which made her smile again, pinching my cheeks with her fingers the way she knew I absolutely despised it, only to mock me a little more.

“Fascinating how you manage to listen every time… one day I will catch you off-guard, Mr. Tuan!” she jokingly threatened and stacked our plates so it’d be easier to clean up later on. When she leaned back, her eyes met mine with an intense stare. It was one of these moments where a single glare would tell me more than a thousand words could have ever done. Something was definitely on her mind and from that second I forgot my own mission of the night. I would never not put her first.

“Maybe one day… but tell me, donut. Something is troubling you.” By the way she sighed at my words and her shoulders almost dropping down on the floor, I knew that my instinct had been right. It was so weird how easily you could read the body language of someone you’re close to.
She lifted her arm and scratched the back of her neck, too nervous to bring out any words and then just looked at me again. Silence filled the room as I waited for her to start talking, which she didn’t do even when I raised an eyebrow at her.
“Unless you don’t wanna tell me…” I kept going, just in case it was something that she really didn’t want to share with me, because making her uncomfortable was the least thing I wanted that night.
Another big sigh escaped her as she was shaking her head for an answer.

“It’s not that I don’t want to… I just don’t know how to start?” she explained with insecurity. When she had shifted around the couch a couple of times, from left to right, trying to find another position that would maybe make her more confident, I suddenly grabbed her hand. It wasn’t anything special to do, usually… but clearly I wasn’t thinking straight. As soon as her hand was intertwined with my own, feeling the warmth of her palm and her soft fingertips at the back of my hand, I instantly wanted to let go again. Blood was rushing to my cheeks and if it weren’t for the darkness in our living room, she would have easily noticed. Now there was nothing else to do other than pretending it was the most normal thing to do. God… I wish I would have spilled the truth right then and there.

“Just say it… it’s not like you’re in love with me, right?” I joked, hoping to ease her mind and slowly making my way to the topic that was clouding my own. And she did laughed a little.

“Love… isn’t that such a weird thing?” she murmured, starring off into the distance and pulling her hand out of my grip as she crossed her arms in front of her chest. There was no way she would start talking about love unless that was what had been on her mind as well. For a second I let my guard down while hope and a tiny bit of joy was flaming up inside of me. What if my joke wasn’t a joke after all? What if I confessing to her tonight wasn’t even one sided, the way I always thought it was?

“Are you in for the deep talk tonight? I think I need a bottle of wine for that.” I replied, joking around again, but more to loosen up myself this time. She rolled her eyes and softly punched me, annoyed that I did not take her serious the way she wanted me to. But I just had to smile.

“Markiepooh, I’m really trying here. This is serious!” she whined and switched her seating position again, now fully turning to me. She sat across from me, looking right into my eyes. I just nodded, whispering a quick “I know, sorry.” Before she finally started to talk.
“I like someone.”

Right there, I really had to hold back another stupid comment of mine because she just stated the obvious, but I didn’t want to make her any more frustrated than she already seemed to be with the emotional chaos inside of her. And funny enough, back then, I didn’t even know that the news she was about to tell me would only make my own emotional chaos bigger than ever. All I did was nod again to signal that I was listening.

“And maybe…” she hesitated, chewing on her bottom lip and fumbling with the hem of her shirt as she didn’t even dared to look me in the eyes. Somehow, my hope that it wouldn’t actually be me confessing that night grew bigger and bigger. The way she acted made it seem that way… thinking that I read her body language so well before, there really was no other explanation as for why she had such a hard time telling me whom she was crushing on. In my mind it all made sense – it had to be me, right? She must feel the same way. When she continued with “Maybe you actually know that person quite well.” My heart skipped a thousand beats at a time. She still didn’t look at me and therefore could luckily not see that stupid smile building in the corner of my lips, no matter how hard I tried to fight it. I inhaled, gathering all my strength and confidence to say something along the lines of “I like you too.” or “I feel the same way about you.”, but she was faster than me and dropped the words that I definitely did not expect to hear.

“I like Jaebum.”

That stupid smile I really tried to fight before vanished within seconds, no effort at all, feeling like the life was sucked out of me. It was then, when she finally picked her head up, staring at me and hoping to see some kind of reaction, but my face was blank. I stumbled upon my words… my brain was not working properly, like it completely shut down at the sound of hearing one of my best friend’s names. All I could get out to not leave her waiting any more was a shaky “Wow.”

It turns out that saying nothing might have been the better option, because now she seemed completely confused at the lack of my emotions, when in reality I was fully crumbling on the inside.

“Wow? That’s all you have to say?” she repeated my words, her eyes still searching my face for anything other than the word wow. I just stared back at her, my mind buzzing and heart aching like I was a teenager who just got dumped for the first time and that even by accident. After I cleared my throat and having at least another few seconds to think about what to say, I finally managed to answer.

“Yes, wow. Wow that you think this is such a big deal, (Y/N). For how long?” I tried to play it cool, and even though I myself did not buy a single word coming out of me, because it all sounded so stupid, she did. She believed every second of it.
A relieved groan was her immediate reaction followed by another punch landing on my shoulder. “
“Damnit Mark, don’t make me look like a fool. I really thought this would be a problem for you. And maybe a few weeks?”

A problem for me… yes that definitely was the understatement of the year. In that moment I was too shocked to feel sadness or misery. All I felt was numb.
“You are making a fool of yourself by thinking I wouldn’t help you get the man of your dreams. Should I call him right now?” I laughed it off and grabbed my phone as the panic rose in her eyes, she snapped it out of my hand with a couple of ´no way!´s following her panicked behavior.

“I just need you to be my wingman, the way we always do.“ she begged and looked at me with those sweet puppy eyes that I could never resist, in love with her or not. And even though I could finally feel my heart shatter into at thousand pieces the way it happened way too many movies, I just smiled and agreed with an “Sure, just the way we always do it.”

Jungkook as a Chef

  • Exquisite meals 24/7
  • With added adhesive strength
  • jk, but he’d seriously love cooking for you
  • And he’d be super conscious whenever you take the first bite
  • “Is it good, jagi?”
  • “Is it too salty? Too sweet? I can make another one.”
  • But you’d shut him up by kissing him
  • The first time you went to his restaurant, you got a sample of each meal on the menu
  • And a dessert platter
  • He took one peek at you and thought
  • ‘That, is a girl that deserves everything.’
  • By the end of the night, his hyungs in the kitchen would pressure him to talk to you
  • And you’d want to meet him too
  • That’s how you got a flustered young man wearing a chef uniform in front of you
  • I mean, he’ll obviously use his skill to impress you
  • Like by asking you out via macaroons and chocolate (he spelled out ‘will you go out with me’ on them)
  • Or by giving you a food bouquet each Valentines
  • You were pretty much spoiled when it came to food
  • On some times, you helped him in the kitchen
  • But he’d rather have you rest while he served you pan-fried scallops 
  • Usually, you gave him back-hugs while he was frying or baking something
  •  Play fights in the kitchen
  • A messy kitchen afterwards
  • When it came to work, however, he was serious and concentrated 
  • He was also silent in the there, making sure the pork belly was a golden brown, or the waffle syrup wasn’t too liquid-y
  • Just chef things
  • And you’d help him there too, by doing small things
  • Like peeling the potatoes, or mixing the batter
  • His hyungs would definitely approve of you
  • Especially Jin
  • Moreover, Jungkook looks really hot when he cooks
  • Really really hot
  • With his sleeves rolled up, so that you can see his forearms
  • One word:
  • Veins
  • Let’s just say, food isn’t the only thing he can eat
  • Steamy makeout sessions by the counter
  • Him punishing you because you made him burn the food
  • But he’s just super happy to find someone so supportive of him
  • You guys are Food Couple goals in general

anonymous asked:

Can you imagine Darcy having a hangover and the missus, Harry and her siblings making fun of her. But then Harry is also loving and makes her dinner and cuddles with her xx

Tweaked a little!

It would be like a movie scene. 

She stumbles into the kitchen on the Sunday morning - a Sunday morning that’s a tradition for Persephone and her boyfriend to pop round for a fried breakfast - with mascara rubbed around her eyes and her lipstick smudged and her hair knotted and hanging limply down her shoulders, slightly static at the top of her head, with a stained hoodie on her torso and a pair of tracksuit bottoms on her legs; one leg rolled up to her knee and one leg hanging over her feet. Walking into the delicious smell of sizzling bacon and eggs in the pan, making her stomach churn and twist in hunger. A breakfast buffet on the kitchen island ahead of her that invited her empty stomach over. Harry stood at the cooker, the missus stood at the counter with a chopping board full of different fruits, whilst her siblings were scattered around the lower level of the house; Persephone and Jack sat at the dining table, Alfie lounged in the living room with highlights of the previous night’s football game on the telly, and Rose occupying the space by the kettle as she made coffee and tea for everyone.

“And the party animal has awoken,” Persephone teases from her place at the table, feet kicked into Jack’s lap as he scrolls through his phone, receiving the middle finger motion from her youngest sister, “hey now. S’not a nice way to welcome your sister into the house. I’ve missed you, Darce.”

“I’m fuckin’ hungover, okay? Don’t push my buttons,” she grumbles, reaching into the fridge for a cold bottle of water, unscrewing the cap and taking a swig of the cool liquid. Soothing her burning throat and knocking back the nausea that bubbled in her stomach.

“You look incredibly hungover, Darce. Didn’t you bother with make-up removal when you came home? I heard you stumble into your room. Pretty sure you vommed somewhere, too,” Rose giggles, laughing louder when Darcy gave the backs of her legs a kick, almost knocking her over, “I have hot water, you fucker!”

“Language,” Harry hums, “Darcy, there’s some pills in the cupboard in the pantry. Please, for Christ sake, take some before you’re sick all over this food. Me and your mum have been slaving away from you kids this morning,” he looks over his shoulder, towards his pale-faced daughter leaning on the free section of the island, “we don’t need a repeat of what happened the last time you came down hungover.”

“Can you guys just, shut up? S’not like you’ve never gotten hungover before. Why are you being so cruel?” She whines, socked feet stomping off into the living room. A huff sounding from Alfie when she fell onto his legs, grumbling about how she didn’t want to watch the shitty game of football. 

When breakfast is completed and everyone is huddled around the breakfast island to fill up and pile their plates with food, ranging from bacon and scrambled eggs to sausages and hash browns, Harry disappears into the living room with two plates in his hands. Leaving the commotion in the kitchen behind as he settles down with his rebellious teenage daughter. Plates set on the coffee table as he wraps an arm around her, pulling her to his side and letting her groan out into his chest. Her head pounding and her stomach churning at the sight of the food that sat in front of her.

“You good, Rebel?”

“Think I may puke down your shirt,” she mumbles, wrapping her arms around his torso and holding onto him tightly, “I feel like my head is about to explode. My throat burns. My eyes ache. You tell me. Do I sound good to you?”

Harry snickers and presses his lips to her forehead. Her skin balmy and covered in a sheen of sweat, hot and burning under his flesh. “Welcome to the world of alcohol, baby.” xx

lc(d); you made the calls?

Originally posted by starry-dino

GIFs aren’t mine

Summary: You keep getting these weird phone calls from somone you don’t know. You ignored them at first, but he left messages. It took a bit of inward persuasion, but you ended up answering them.

Warnings: swearing

Words: 1.7k


“(Name)!” Mi-Jung hissed at you, “When they say silence your phones at the movies, they mean it!” You looked to Eun-Byul, sitting next to you, who just rolled her eyes. On your way out of the theater’s door, you laughed a bit to yourself. If Eun-Byul rolled her eyes one more time today, they might just fall out of the sockets.

When you had made it out of the theater, you looked at your phone. The small letters surrounded by a white block, on your bright device’s screen annoyed you to no end. One missed call … 

You sighed inwardly, knowing that you would have to listen to the weird voicemails to get rid of the notification. It had been going on for about two weeks. You thought it would’ve stopped by now, considering that two weeks was quite a while to be trying to reach someone. It was easy for you to ignore at first, but once it started happening everyday, it got extremely irritating.

Before you walked back into the theater, you pulled out your phone once again, and put it on silence. 

The part of the movie you walked in at was probably the worst. You walked in and it was an extremely intimate scene, it was so quiet in the room you could almost hear a pin drop. Soon, the silence was filled with choruses of shh’s from the audience. You scurried back up to your seat next to Mi-Jung, and tried to sit down as quietly as you could.


When you got to your shared apartment, you sat on the beat-up couch and grabbed your phone from your back pocket. 

Hello again, it’s Chan. I guess I shouldn’t really say again,” he laughed at his own words, and you shook your head, “I know I don’t know you, but, if you’re listening, I just wanna say thank you. I’m really busy, and it’s nice to have someone to talk to, even if you don’t answer, but that’s okay. I’m just glad that I can let someone know about what’s happening.” 

You zoned out after those few phrases. This message really got to you, you didn’t really know why. Maybe it was because of how his voice sounded — lighthearted, but unbelievably burdened at the same time. You had a hard time imagining what this boy was going through. It could be school stress, or maybe he was dealing with something bigger.

Your hands moved on autopilot, they dialed the mysterious number, and held it up to your ear. It was unusual to hear the dial tone, because you rarely call people. Calling people had always been awkward to you, but this time, you felt somewhat comforted. The fact that he didn’t know you, made it even better, because the two of you would only converse over the phone, if it even developed into a relationship anyway.

Uh, hello?” His voice rang out from the other side of the call.

“Hi,” you breathed, “I’m the one you’ve been talking to for the past two weeks. Nice to finally meet you.”

Oh my God. I’m so sorry, I thought that number was deactivated. It used to be my old phone number,” he explained, and you could practically see the color draining out of his face.

“Okay, that helps me resist the urge to call you a douche-bag. So, Chan, what’s up? I heard things have been a bit tough.” You bit back your laughter when you heard him sigh, just imagining the expression on his face was enough to send you into a fit of giggles.

Well, I’ve just been really busy. I’m stressed out and my friends are trying to help, but are kind of making it worse. I just — I don’t know what to do.” His voice was so strained it shut your laughter right up. Even though you didn’t know this kid, he seemed to be genuinely telling you about himself, so you decided to genuinely help him out.

“Hm, you sound pretty unhappy. Are you sure you’re doing what you love?” 

I’m sure. Positive, actually. I wouldn’t change a thing.” His response shocked you a bit. You were expecting a discontented no, but this made you smile.

“Well, that’s good. I’m glad.” He let a small chuckle slip out of his lips. Your heart jumped in your chest when he laughed, it made your hands start to shake.

Yeah.”

“Hey, maybe you need to take a break. Just veg out in front of the TV, or go out with friends to get ice cream or coffee. Go out, and do something fun, but you have to make it for you, Chan. Don’t try to please anyone else, Just do what you want,” you advised. He scoffed under his breath, and he inhaled deeply.

Doing things for me? That’s a lot easier said than done.” His voice was grating, you wanted to smack him every time he spoke. He was being so negative.

“You need to loosen up, have a little fun, Chan!” You replied, starting to get frustrated.

You should come with me. You came show me your favorite places. Please?” There was a small hint of laughter in his voice, but it was nothing compared to the sense of pleading there was.

“I don’t even know you! You could be, like, sixty years old or a pedophile!” You argued, mostly because you didn’t want to be kidnapped, but also partially because you didn’t want to go out tomorrow. Saturday was your day to start a new Netflix series and finish it the same day.

Do I sound like a pedophile? And besides, you know more about me than I do you. I don’t even know your name,” he countered, laughing a bit.

“Touché, Chan,” you agreed, “I’m (Name), and if you’re not at Gateux de Voyage by eleven tomorrow, I might just have to upgrade you from douche-bag to asshole.”

Got it. See you tomorrow, (Name).

You hung up with no other words, but your smile said it all. Mi-Jung and Eun-Byul came in from the kitchen and collapsed next to you.

“So, our baby (Name) has a date tomorrow? With who?” Mi-Jung teased.

“Chan, and it’s not a date.”

“I bet you’re hoping that he’s Lee Chan … the maknae of Seventeen,” Eun-Byul snorted. You glared at her, trying your best not to break down and admit your wishful thinking.

“I’m going to bed,” you said, voice taught.

“This is your bed, remember?” Eun-Byul said, watching you walk from your spot on the couch to her room near the kitchen.

“Not tonight it isn’t,” you answered, shutting the door behind you, and locking it for good measure.


The piercing sound of your alarm was the only thing that could get you up. You had set it on the loudest volume, but it could just barely get you to wake up.

“Get up, it’s eleven fifteen, (Name)!” You heard Mi-Jung’s loud voice from the kitchen, “Didn’t you have something to do today?!” With those words, your eyes shot open, and your body moved with the speed of a cheetah. You had warned Chan about being late, and now you were going to be. What kind of person would do that?

“I thought you said you would wake me up, guys!? You’re both the epitome of uselessness!”

“Check the clock, (Name)!” Eun-Byul called from the stove, cooking a fried egg in a pan. Your head turned so fast you could’ve swore you got whiplash. It took a second for your eyes to focus, but when they did, you saw the clock … ten twenty-seven. 

“I hate you.”

“You should be thanking us, kid,” Eun-Byul replied, shaking her head playfully.

You shuffled into the bathroom, to get ready. It didn’t take you a long time to get ready, minimal makeup and casual clothes, you saw no reason why Chan should get special treatment.

On your way out the door, Mi-Jung and Eun-Byul made kissy-faces and suggestive noises. You scoffed, and ran your hand through your hair, making your way down to the coffee shop.


The wind that blew through the trees, blew your hair around in all different directions. When you thought about going to meet up with someone you hadn’t met before, you wanted to look nice, not like you’ve been through a tornado and back.

You opened the door to the coffee shop, and quickly stowed yourself inside. The coffee shop was almost full, so you grabbed the closest seats to you. The bell attached to the door jingled, and you saw a man walk in, face mask covering his face and hood covering his hair.

You paid no attention to him, until he walked over and stood next to you. It looked like the both of you were waiting for people.

“Did you come to see someone?” You asked, looking over to him. He smiled at you, and you saw him eyes crinkle, it was cute even though you couldn’t see half of his face.

“Yeah, she made it clear if I was late, she would be mad, so I’m here early.” You took another look at him, not noticing anything too out of the ordinary.

“What’s her name?”

“(Name),” he replied, still looking straight ahead. Those words were equivalent to a punch in the face.

“Chan?” You asked, putting a hand on his shoulder. He looked at you, pulling his face mask down. When you saw his face, it was equivalent to getting punched in the face fifteen times. Your cheeks turned a dark shade of crimson as you looked him in the eyes.

“Yep,” he chirped, laughing at your expression.

“Y-you’re Lee Chan, of Seventeen?” You stuttered, hands frozen at your sides.

He laughed, and took your hands in his, and he smiled at you. It was so warm it almost melted your heart. His eyes were bright and they made you smile yourself.

“I think I can call you Chan … but I’m still mad at you for wasting my minutes.”

“Hey, you’re the one who called me!” He protested, laughing.

You chuckled, and leaned near his ear, “touché, Chan.” You kissed him softly on the cheek, and when you pulled away, the two of you’s cheeks were practically on fire.

“Is this how you teach everyone to have fun? Because if it is, I’m going to have to object.”