Johnny splash AND Hector fan those are literally my two boyfriends it's awesome to see someone else also has them as their faves ‼️‼️ and your art of them is so so beautiful
Thank you! Hector piqued my interest in the game and Johnny sold me on it lol
cherry hiii hi cherry! going for one of the less popular ones because you knew id write it for you anyway, for shame.
hope you enjoy, ur fav is here
WORDCOUNT: 790 | Domestic | No warnings
He leans back on the couch, doing his best frown-equivalent at the ceiling. “Remind us again why we can’t cook?”
“Sunny, the avocado’s not ripe,” you remind him. “It’s solidly in the pre-ripe bitter stages. You can still make the stuff without the avocado.”
Clearly that’s not the answer he’s looking for. Drama queen. “It’s not complete without the avocado slices! We did not go through all those stores looking for sushi-grade tuna to stop just short of the perfect dish! It was going to be so pretty!”
“I could just order sushi.”
“Don’t you dare.” He pouts at you as you chuckle, offended that you’d even joke about undermining his dinner plans when you know he’d rather you have a different meal every day. Poor Sun, he’s been aching to use that tatami roller for nearly two months now; everything else is ready to go, but he couldn’t plan for the most unreliable thing of all: the whims of mother nature. “We could still make something over rice…”
“The only vegetables we have is green onion and cucumber,” you sing smugly at him, doing your worst impression of his voice as you continue, “not a balanced meal! Not at all!”
He makes a flustered, upset sound. “Grocery day is tomorrow!”
“Relax, Sunny.” You send him a smile. “Takeout isn’t that bad. We can even have it delivered, no need to get all dolled up for a drive.”
Sun just mutters at you. “Not that bad. Not that bad!”
You hold yourself back from rolling your eyes. “Poppy. Is this a problem? Are you mad?”
“No,” he says, still pouting. “Upset that something as silly as an unripe avocado would ruin the taste. How long do avocados take to soften? We’ve had it for a week, surely that should have been enough time.”
“I wouldn’t know.”
A sigh. “… Takeout?”
You hum an affirmative. “If I get enough, it could practically be a full meal plan for the next two, three days? I used to be able to make that much food stretch a full week, but—” he narrows his eyes at you. “Yeah, yeah, I know. Three meals a day.”
The assurance sates him. For now. “What are you getting, then?”
“… I don’t know.” When’s the last time you’ve needed to order takeout? When’s the last time you ordered takeout in general? It couldn’t have been recently, Sun’s been managing the meal plan down to the amount of ingredients and this is the first time – oh, that might explain why he’s so upset – the first time he’s fallen short on it.
When’s the last time you’ve so much as visited a fast food chain? Three months? … Four? Do you even know what restaurants offer delivery around here anymore?
You don’t. “I’ll have to look at some menus, it’s been a bit. Want to help?”
“Yes.”
“There might be a Chinese place around. That’s a decent go-to.” You pull out your phone and sit at his side, the two of you instinctually leaning into the shared space to look at the screen.
(Having another cuddle bug room with you has been a highlight of your current housing situation – one of many.)
You hum at the nearest options, the ones you wouldn’t mind driving to. “Fast food’s okay. Cheap.”
“Not balanced.”
“I can eat some cucumber just for you, Poppy.”
He pokes your shoulder for the sass and giggles when you act like he’s mortally wounded you. “Anything else?”
“Ex-nay on the sushi place,” you say, looking around that area on a map, “and I’m guessing you don’t approve of a burger.”
“Nope!”
“Figures.” You guess you did have burgers recently anyway. “Italian? I could go for some pasta.”
“What’s that?”
One metallic finger hovers above a point on the map – you angle the screen to see below it. “Ooh, a Pho place! That’s Vietnamese, like a soup with a bunch of toppings. Haven’t had some of that in forever.”
His rays spin at the enthusiasm for his find. “What kind of toppings?”
“A bunch of sauces, um… some bean sprouts and green onions, cilantro… maybe some lime? Oh, and siracha. Here, why don’t you figure out what I’m ordering?”
And just like that, his bad mood is completely forgotten in favor of this new and exciting kind of food. You let him have at it, doing whatever he does when deciding what types of tastes you like – he’s never really been wrong – while you go to get dressed. By the time you come back to the living room, Sunny’s on his feet in the kitchen and has his little recipe book opened on the counter.
You sigh fondly and hope you don’t get tired of soup anytime soon.
