#joecherry π―πΈ 1)Once a week Kojiro has a day off from the restaurant. He likes to relax & spend it with Kaoru, enjoying a long morning in bed before making them both an indulgent brunch. Kaoru loves these lazy days, but feels he wants to treat his bf to something special.
2)"Tonight I'm preparing dinner!" Cherry boldy announces to a somewhat confused Joe.
/I thought he said he couldn't cook?/
"Okay, sounds great," Kojiro answers, plastering on a grin to mask the slight pinch of dread in his gut.
/What if it tastes bad?/
/Nope, I'll just eat it!/
3)Kaoru sees the doubt on his boyfriend's face and huffs to himself.
/Hah, just you wait mister/
Undeterred by Joe's scepticism, he confidently makes arrangements for their meal.
/I guarantee you will love every mouthful/
Cherry has never been one to back down from a challenge.
4)As evening rolls around, Kojiro returns from a skate session, his belly rumbling. The minute he enters the apartment he's met with delicious aromas reaching into every room.
/Oh?/
A beaming Kaoru welcomes him with a glass of wine.
"Why don't you have a shower, then we can eat."
5)Refreshed and relaxed, Joe slips into something more comfortable and joins Cherry in their living room. The table is set out with candles and fancy tableware, making him smile at his boyfriendβs romantic efforts.
"Take a seat, dinner is ready," Kaoru proudly announces.
6)Joe stares in disbelief as Cherry brings out bowl after bowl of delicious food. Spicy, sweet, sour, salty, all accompanied by steaming noodles and perfect fluffy rice.
/How?/
"Wow, this is amazing. I had no idea you could cook like this!"
"Well, guess I'm full of surprises."
7)Kaoru watches his beloved devouring the tasty food with a happy, if somewhat smug, little smile.
/Yes, you big gorilla, you have no idea just how clever I am/
"Oof, I'm seriously stuffed! That was so good. You must teach me how to make that sweet chicken dish," Joe beams.
8)Cherry side-eyes the kitchen, biting the inside of his lip.
"Hm yes, I will...some time. Now, how about another glass of wine?"
It doesn't take long before Kojiro is half-asleep on the couch, belly nice and full, head woozy from the wine.
Cherry kisses his forehead and sighs.
9)Once Joe slips further into a snooze, Kaoru sneaks back into the kitchen.
/Time to clear away the evidence/
He quickly grabs the trash bag he's hidden inside one of the cupboards and swiftly dashes through the hall to the door, double-checking Joe is still asleep.
/Good boy/
10)After tossing the bag into the trash chute he hurries back into the apartment, stifling his laugh.
"Where have you been?" Kojiro is sitting up on the couch with a puzzled expression.
"Oh, just taking the trash out."
"Since when?" Kojiro knows Cherry never touches the trash.
11)"Do I need a reason? I live here too!" He replies sharply.
Joe shrugs and wanders into the kitchen.
"More wine? Or shall I make some coffee?" He scans the worktops, noticing how clean they look. There are pans on the stove, but no sign of any prep.
/Oh hello what's this?/
12)Poking out of the end cupboard he spies what looks like a flyer.
'Jade Palace, finest local cuisine'
/What the? I knew it!/
Shaking his head, Joe stuffs the menu in a drawer and opens another bottle of wine.
"Top up darling? You deserve it after all your hard work."
13)"Oh it wasn't that hard. Honestly I don't know what all the fuss is about. Cooking is easy." Cherry smirks, sipping his wine.
"Maybe I should let you cook at the restaurant." Joe calls his bluff.
Kaoru frowns.
"Don't push your luck, you big brat. This is a one-off!"
14)Kojiro sidles up to his pouting boyfriend & wraps him in a tight embrace, nuzzling his neck.
"No baby, you are a one-off," he whispers softly. "Thank you for making me happy."
Hearing those words wipes any guilt from Kaoru's mind. Making Joe happy is all he wants.
/I love you/
I really want to talk about something, but I feel uncomfortable. I have nobody to explain it to and it's probably more in my head than anywhere else.
I don't want to feel like I should be ashamed to write nsfw content about a fictional character because of 'age'. It's upset me.
To me a fictional character is ageless and not a real person, that's the whole point. Telling someone your content makes them uncomfortable because the character is the 'youngest' in a show makes me feel like I'm somehow 'wrong' for creating vanilla a/b/o nsfw content about them.
I've blocked the person, for their sake and mine, because I found a nice place to share and talk about something that made me happy and I don't want 1 person to spoil that. Maybe now I've said this I will feel better, but right now I feel weird about it π
#joecherry#γ¨γΉγ±γΌγ¨γ€γ#sk8infinity#γΈγ§γΌγγ§γͺ π―πΈ
(Includes past joecherry/Ainosuke)
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As a man of taste, Kaoru loved the finer things in life. Good food (cooked by Joe), vintage wine (served by Joe), travel (with Joe), wearing the best fabrics (admired by Joe).
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When it came to fabric, Kaoru felt in his element. He loved natural fibres, intricately woven material from exquisite silk and cotton. The softer the fabric against his skin, the more satisfied he felt. He hated patterns, opting for plain base colors in various hues.
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At work he always wore his navy blue yukata with a gray and yellow obi. He saw it almost like a uniform, a kind of formal attire. As soon as his work day ended he would rush home and luxuriate in a long hot bath, before adorning himself in smooth sleek silk for the evening.
A #Sheith thread for @goddessarashi birthday β€
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Every day Shiro tended to his herb garden, nurturing a vast array of aromatic plants. He had a reputation for being a herbalist, combining different ingredients into potions to help the townspeople with their minor ailments.
#Sheith
He meticulously selected specific herbs to relieve anything from insomnia and digestive problems to more acute complaints like tooth- and earache. The townsfolk trusted his intuition and as Shiro never accepted money they repaid him in goods and favors.
#Sheith
He never needed to purchase anything. Food, drink, laundry, transport, his herbal potions replaced the need for silver coins. All Shiro had to do was maintain his garden, turn the soil between his weathered hands, gently caress delicate green shoots, cultivate with love.
A little #Sheith thread for the 14th of Dec. Mild angst/happy ending πππ
Thank You for reading.
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Keith sits alongside his friends at the venue. The place looks charming, flowers & garlands, soft tints, romantic.
#Sheith
They sit in seats covered in brightly colored fabrics while an usher gracefully scatters rose petals.
The petals flurry to the ground, coating the pale blue carpeted aisle.
The same aisle /he/ will walk down to marry another.
Keith sighs, a frown crumples his forehead.
#Sheith
/How did we get here?/
Keith wonders at what point Shiro decided he didn't want to marry him, choosing a stranger over the person who always stood by his side.
/I can't do this/
He wants to break free, escape the sickly sweet floral fragrance of the venue, run far away.
#Sheith ptsd/comfort
"It's ready," Keith beams. A smile laced with a hint of anxiety, slightly too wide, purposely intended to reassure his boyfriend that everything's okay. They are okay. Nothing can hurt them as long as they are together.
Shiro knows Keith's trying to help him.
"It looks small, will we both fit inside?" Shiro stares sceptically at the blanket fort Keith has built in their living room. He feels grateful, but his mind can't focus properly. Some days everything just feels too overwhelming, too raw.
Violet eyes watch him closely.
"Yeah, we'll fit...we can snuggle up, nice and snug." Keith just wants to hold him, take away all the noise in Shiro's head. The only sound he needs to hear is Keith's heartbeat, a soothing rhythm, strong and steady.
"I bought you some new PJs. Brushed cotton, feel how soft."
#Sheith
For years the creature lived in a cave deep within the forest. Humans steered clear, unnerved by stories of a terrible beast that lurked in the shadows.
The creature knew they feared him, told tall tales of bloodlust and gore.
He shunned all humans, except for one.
The young farmer who lived at the edge of the forest surveyed his vegetable garden. His fields full of corn shone golden in the morning sun, but his garden looked a sorry sight. Plants trampled on, bean poles snapped, vegetables missing or strewn aside half-eaten, roots dug out.
He blamed the many animals of the forest and being a compassionate man he decided to secure his own garden and create a separate one just for them. Gathering up all the damaged vegetables he placed them in a pile, taking note of which ones the animals seemed to like best.