I got these in from @aitaikuji - thank you!! Sara and I went half and half on these since she and I really loved this game!
We were planning on going back to our apartment in Osaka during December, but due to an unexpected job opportunity we never made it back to Japan and therefore missed our opportunity to go to the Square Enix Cafe…but at least we got the FFXV Place Mats! These are the place mats for character specific meals you could get from the SE Cafe!
An uncomfortable sigh left your mouth as you kept your eyes fixed on the plate of food set atop the bamboo place mat. You scooped up a spoonful of mashed potatoes and stuffed it into your mouth. You felt the attractive man’s dark, unfathomable eyes on you which in turn colored your cheeks and ears a bright pink shade. You swore his gaze was scrutinizing your every facial feature, but why would he be? He was gay after all.
Your mom thought it a good idea to invite the new neighbors over for dinner. Surely, the newly wed neighbors looked friendly, especially the taller, pale brunette with carefully crafted dimples on either side of his cheeks, but there was something about his husband. He stood just two inches shorter of the man who introduced himself as Jaehyun and had dark, ash-tinted hair messily combed over his forehead and a sculpted jawline which you’d be eyeing if he weren’t staring you down right now.
“So Taeyong, you said you and Jaehyun moved here because you were offered a job?” my mom questioned thoughtfully.
“Yes, I was hired as a teacher at the high school just a few minutes from here actually,” Taeyong explained, pointing a finger in the semi direction of the school. His eyes weren’t burning holes through you for the first time.
“Wow, Hansol’s actually the guidance counselor there!” your quirky mom exclaimed a bit too excitedly.
What a surprise. She only mentioned your brother and forgot you were even present.
“Oh! And Y/N is a senior there!”
As soon as he heard your name, his lips quirked up into a smirk. Once again, his eyes were focused on solely you. You failed to keep your eyes fixed on your plate and were met with his cold stare.
“Oh, really?” Taeyong expressed eagerly, his interest piqued.
You devoured the last bits of your steak before you excused yourself from the table. You wanted nothing more than to be in the safe confines of your room.
The last bit of the winter break flew by and you were now locking your front door, walking down the concrete steps and exiting the gate. The cold wind picked up and you mentally cursed at yourself for not wearing a thicker jacket.
As you were passing the new neighbors’ home, you heard the fumbling for keys and the chirp of a car follow. You quickened your pace to avoid being seen.
Too late. You hesitantly turned your head to see a smiling, bright-eyed Lee Taeyong.
“Oh… Good morning, Mr. Lee,” you mumbled with a slight nod of your head.
“It’s freezing! I’ll give you a ride to school, Y/N,” he called, motioning you over with his hand.
“Oh no, I’m good.”
“Oh but I insist! I doubt your skirt is keeping you warm, Y/N,” Taeyong remarked with a cheeky grin.
How bad could a five minute ride with a pristine hypercritic be?
You gave in and shuffled towards the passenger’s side. Lee Taeyong beamed. The sight was quite charming, not as it had been the day you first met. He had his hands stuffed into the pockets of his trench coat and shy doe eyes.
You briskly opened the door of the charcoal-colored sedan and slid into your seat. Simpering, Mr. Lee followed and started the car. The car ride was short with only a limited amount of words exchanged between the two of you. Mr. Lee thoughtfully dropped you off in the front of the school before going and parking his car.
You sauntered into the school, luminous hallways surrounding you. You soon arrived at your classroom and sat in your usual seat, the one in the front left corner next to the window. Small streams of students gradually poured into the classroom followed by a tall man in a black trench coat. Great.
“Good morning, class. As you all may know, your teacher Mrs. Ahn is on maternity leave and I’ll be filling in for her meanwhile.”
You had completely forgotten your teacher was even pregnant. Why couldn’t she have just kept her legs closed?
He soon began lecturing and your focus remained solely on the board. While your eyes never faltered to steal a glimpse of your personable substitute teacher, Mr. Lee’s eyes would often wander over to where you were seated.
Class soon ended and you went about your day. Although you were used to walking to and fro school, Mr. Lee began to offer you rides in the mornings which you so gladly accepted. It was January,after all. He repeatedly apologized for not being able to take you home due to mandatory after school meetings for the faculty, but you didn’t understand why. It wasn’t his job to take you home.
After several days of oddly comfortable silence, Mr. Lee spoke up during one of those frosty seven in the morning car rides.
“Y/N, I’ve noticed you struggle with mathematics. Have you thought of meeting with a tutor?” Taeyong questioned, his hands gripping the steering wheel while his eyes stayed on the road ahead.
“Well… no, I haven’t. I should if I want to get into my first-choice college,” you replied, somewhat puzzled now.
“I’ll tell my parents to look for one,” you commented a few moments after giving the newfound dilemma much thought.
“Nonsense, I can tutor you.”
“Oh but you’re already so busy, Mr. Lee. I’m sure my parents can find a tutor for me.“
“Y/N, I insist.”
The unusual and creepy feeling he first presented had vanished entirely. He was actually an honest and attentive person you now felt comfortable with so you accepted.
“Okay, what time should I go to your house then?”
“What about six o'clock?” he suggested, glancing over at you, his eyes gentle.
You smiled and nodded.
The time soon came for you to meet with Mr. Lee. You threw on a gray sweatshirt and black running pants. You quickly pulled your hair back in a ponytail and walked over to Mr. Lee’s home . Lightly, you knocked on the door and heard feet shuffling on the other side.
“Y/N! You’re just in time!” Taeyong expressed excitedly, contentment evident on his face.
He led you to the dining room where he had multiple mathematics books piled up on an elegant Victorian dining table. He fixed his glasses and took a seat.
“Sit,” Taeyong urged, patting the seat next to him.
You sat and searched your backpack for your homework while Mr. Lee flipped through a book trying to find the lesson you had gone over in class today.
“Okay, let’s start,” Taeyong said with a hint of a smile on his face.
The both of you worked diligently for half an hour. Mr. Lee would go over an example in the book with you and then you’d solve a similar problem on your worksheet. While you were closed to finishing your homework, you felt his eyes on you; it felt as if he was burning a hole through your face. Your cheeks began to heat up but your eyes didn’t leave the paper in front of you, that was until he called your attention.
Your head shot up and you were met with Mr. Lee’s face just centimeters away from yours. His eyes now focused on your rosy lips while your fearful eyes scanned his face for a decipherable emotion.
Although his face inched closer, you were unable to move. You remained completely motionless when his lips came into contact with yours. His soft lips moved against yours but you didn’t kiss back, you couldn’t.
You felt his hands run up and down your thighs. Finally, you became sensible. You pulled away from the kiss and pushed his hands off your thighs harshly. You hastily gathered your things and headed for the door; you needed to get out of their immediately.
“Y/N!” Mr. Lee yelled from the dining room.
Your heart was pounding against your chest, your emotions obscure and your mind clouded with a hundred different thoughts. Before you could turn the handle, he grabbed your arm and pulled you close to him.
“Tell me you’re not attracted to me and I’ll leave you alone,” he whispered, his breath warm against your ear.
“Get off of me!”
You tried to push him off but he gripped your wrists tightly. You couldn’t move.
“I’ll make you feel good, baby girl,” he breathed, his eyes blazing into yours, close and intensely.
Seconds ticked before you reacted and yelled at him to release you. Were you actually thinking of letting him have his way with you? He’s a married man, Y/N.
His grip on your wrists tightened even more and he pushed you up against the front door, his gaze obsessed. He looked you over one last time before smashing his lips against yours. His lips trailed down to your neck where he sucked harshly. He held both your wrists with one hand while the other hand traveled down to the waistline of your running pants. You gasped; even if it was forceful, you had to admit it felt good being taken control of.
As he slipped his cold hand in your pants, you remembered Jaehyun.
“Where’s Jaehyun?” you asked half-dazed due to the euphoric feeling elicited from Lee Taeyong’s skillful hand.
“He’s working late tonight, don’t worry sweetheart,” Taeyong responded in between sloppy kisses to your neck.
How could you so easily give yourself to a married man?
Once again, logic resurfaced in your thoughts and actions.
“Mr. Lee, I can’t.”
He stopped sucking on your neck and search for your eyes. In your nervous eyes, he detected fear and uncertainty. He knew he could no longer try to persuade and seduce you. He knew when to stop. He knew you’d give in when you were ready.
He nodded and freed your wrists from his tight hold. You couldn’t meet his eyes. With your vision focused on the tasteful tile patterns on the floor, you turned around, grasped the brass door knob, and opened the door to leave.
It was three in the morning and you were still struggling to finish an essay. The essay was due on Monday, and sure it was only Friday, but you were trying to keep your mind away from what had occurred hours earlier. You sighed and decided it was best to try and sleep. Lazily, you stood up from the desk chair and made your way to the bed, earphones and phone in hand.
You were too engrossed in your thoughts to notice Annie by Neon Indian playing on repeat. You were entirely consumed in your thoughts. You recalled the way Mr. Lee pushed you up against the door and sucked on your neck brutally. You wanted to feel it once more. You needed to feel it.
You reached for your phone and hastily scrolled through your contacts. Mr. Lee had offered you his number one morning, should you ever need something, and right now you desperately needed him.
Although your action was impulsive and you were aware of the strong possibility of him being asleep, you sent him a text message.
Seconds, which felt like hours, passed and you felt the vibration of your phone. It was him.
My daughter in a much better (and safer) setup with many thanks to the great and powerful @wheremyscalesslither!
Because our home is frigid in winter (our room gets down to 65 degrees), I have two heat pads both on separate thermostats with the probes correctly placed on the heat mats this time!
Her warm side is 89, her cool side is 80, and her humidity is much better regulated with the tub setup.
I would like to thank WMSS for her patience and respect so I can better care for this lovely young noodle this winter. 💙
Twentieth Chapter, which telleth of the god whose name was Napa tecutli (Lord of the Four Directions).
It is said that he also belonged among the Tlalocs. His was a special place, a calpulli. The mat-makers worshipped him, and those who made round reed mats [and] coarse reed mats. It was attributed to him, so they said, that he first taught them, showed them the making of reed mats, the making of reed seats. He was possessor, master, owner, inventor, founder, beginner [of mat making]. And thus they said that he caused to sprout, to grow, the reeds, the slender reeds, the broad reeds, the cylindrical reeds, the white reeds, the reed stalks, the spikes, the triangular reeds, the thin ones.
Spoons, spatulas, ladles (you need more than you think)
Plates and bowls
Mugs and glasses
Salt and pepper shakers
Cooking Oil (vegetable, canola, olive, w/e)
Chairs or stools
Soap (bar and hand)
Shower curtain and rod
First aid kit
Any other bathroom items you may need (like face wash, contact solution, so on)
Hanging rack/clothes organizer
Table for folding
Iron and ironing board
More clothes hangers
Stain removal pen or detergent
Rags and hand towels
First aid kit
Back up chargers and cables
Note: You do not absolutely need every last thing on this list. This is just what I believe to be a pretty good list of what someone might possibly need in a new home. You can cross out whatever doesn’t suite your lifestyle.
Alright, I think that’s about it. I probably forgot some things, but I tried to be as thorough as I could. This is roundabout everything I had before moving in. It honestly made living on my own so much easier. Not only that but I cut back on costs by not having to run to the store every five seconds because I forgot something.
My bathroom closet (featured in the picture above) is just one of the placed I keep my stock. I stock up like crazy, on everything. What I bought before moving in lasted me a whole year before I had to stock up again. It was amazing and I’ll be breaking down where/how I found the best deals to do this.
I wish I was an extreme couponer (have you seen their stock rooms?!?!?) because they just do it better.
Any questions or comments (like “Hey! You forgot (blank) and I’ll add it to the list) are super welcome!
-a very specific list
-already has location of items and aisle numbers
-may pick up some candles
-and maybe a mini cactus
-wants to get it over with quick as possible
-is happy just pushing the trolley and affectionately watching Simon buy place mats
-Daim bar cake
-look at all the Swedish food!
-has no list
-spends half the time in the show room
-takes all the little pencils
-buys too many cushions
-makes fun of all the weird furniture names
-(like how coat hangers are called bumarangs)
-((I’m not even kidding))