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[newtness532]

i want to eat lunch just so i can stop studying but i had a late breakfast and i made the mistake of having a snack before sitting down to study so im not hungry yet which means i have to keep studying

[portalhan]

*ೃ 19:46

↳ your boyfriend seungmin takes it upon himself to make sure you've eaten, in spite of your insane workload.

GENRE: fluff, established relationship, vague college au WARNINGS: mentions of food, not properly proofread WORD COUNT: 800+ FAE'S NOTES: came to me in a fever dream (fever dream being me actually being swamped with work). if you spot any discrepancies re: repeating lines, missing paras, please tell me. it's probably tumblr messing up my post again hehe

you've been sitting here for six hours, although it has barely felt like six hours the entire time. not once have you moved from your spot by your desk – not even to get a snack or hit the washroom. your desk is littered with used scrap paper, miscellaneous charging wires, empty oreo packaging, and a half-empty bottle of water. still, you're too preoccupied with the 5000-word report plastered on your computer screen to notice the absolute mess you've created the past couple of hours, or the fact that your boyfriend has been peeking out at you from the hallway for the past minute, fresh from his afternoon nap.

if seungmin didn't know any better, he'd think it was a monday morning with the sheer volume of work you've practically been drowning in today, but it is in fact saturday. he'd be lying if he said he wasn't the tiniest bit upset that he wasn't able to cuddle and lounge around with you all day like you usually would on weekends, but for the most part, he's understandably concerned for your well-being.

he turns his head towards the clock hanging off the wall in your living room. 7:46pm – it's dinner time. he glances at you again, as your face inches closer towards the screen, eyes squinted for proofreading. seungmin sleepily shuffles over to you and bends down to get a quick look at whatever you're working on. "oh, you're awake?" you remark softly, although your eyes never once peel themselves from your laptop. seungmin hums in response, hands reaching to comb through your hair as he skims through your report. "almost done?"

you shake your head slowly, pushing your glasses up your nose bridge. "i've still got 1000 words left," you pout, finally looking up at your boyfriend, who is still gently playing with your hair. seungmin pouts back and leans down to give your lips a quick peck. "you're almost there," he softly assures, before leaning himself against the table, arms folded against his chest. "hungry?"

you shake your head again. "you can eat without me tonight, i'll make myself some instant noodles or something later. when i'm hungry," you proposed, as the clacking sounds from your keyboard resumes. seungmin playfully tuts in faux disappointment. "did you even have lunch?"

"do..." you pause to take a quick look at the trash strewn across your desk. "...5 packets of oreos count?"

"you know damn well they don't."

"i'm fine though."

seungmin rolls his eyes as he pushes himself off the wall. "you're gonna worry me to death one day," he mutters under his breath as he begins making a beeline for the kitchen. all you do is chuckle in response.

your boyfriend is far from being the best cook, but he definitely tries his best. you weren't paying close attention, but you did hear the clanging of pots and pans from the kitchen in the 30 minutes that followed your brief conversation. the aroma of bolognese has wafted its way over to where you are, and you have to admit, it does smell appetising. have you actually been hungry this whole time, or is gordon ramsay in your kitchen? you make a mental note to get up and make yourself some instant noodles later, once you complete another 300 words.

you hear the faint noise of seungmin trudging out of the kitchen, footsteps inching closer until he's by your side again. he sits on the chair right by you, and wordlessly places two large plates of spaghetti bolognese on the table, not before slightly cleaning up the mess you've made. he slowly slides your plate – the one with a lot more spaghetti than the other, you've noticed – over to your side of the desk. you shoot him a look of confusion upon realising. "what–"

"eat. now," seungmin pointed at your plate.

"no, not now. later! after i–"

your boyfriend always does this thing whenever he attempts to nag at you to take care of yourself, and it's surprisingly effective. he shoots you the stink eye. not an expression of malicious intent or anger, but a playful one that says 'i care about you, but it's easier to nag at you instead'. the stink eye itself never scares you – on the contrary, you actually find it incredibly adorable. you actually appreciated the sentiment more than you've ever let on: for someone like seungmin to go out of his way to cook an entire meal for you, it must only mean he really loves you.

you sigh and shut your laptop, before leaning in to plant a sloppy, slightly prolonged kiss on his cheek. "okay, i'll eat," you tell him, earning yourself the widest smile on seungmin's face. he leans in slightly – he's asking you to give him another kiss on the cheek. you oblige. he reaches out to squeeze your hand. "thank you baby," you mutter, as you begin to dig in. seungmin is still far from being the best cook, but this was one of the best meals of your life.

[heaventree13]

How Jikook Found Me

Hi anyone who happens upon this!

**I'm going to preface this with the information that I don't know how to link stuff, embed etc, so hopefully my attempts to do so will work!!**

I've been thinking of doing a "how I discovered jikook" post forever, because I love coming across other's similar stories, and was inspired this morning by @jiminieloved post below:

We discovered jikook at pretty much exactly the same time, if in slightly different ways.

I first joined instagram around October 2019, after only being on facebook prior to that (I had started a twitter account at some point, but had never used it), and somehow the algorithm decided I would be interested in Larry Stylinson. I don't know why. I knew who One Direction were, but didn't really listen to them. I didn't know what a "ship" was, except for "Bennifer" and "Brangelina", and that's not even really the same thing, is it? Anyhoo- it turned out I was a bit of a Larry. They were adorable and what I saw was compelling at the time.

Then, of course, the algorithm started throwing in some other ships for my consideration, and along came the vmin ship videos.

I had no idea who they were at first. I had heard of BTS, vaguely recalled seeing them on some entertainment news program once, but (much to my chagrin, as I could have been listening to them earlier), hadn't paid attention. I'm embarrassed and a little ashamed to say I just remember they all had different coloured hair, were so impossibly pretty, and thought they were likely just a fad.

Don't hate me!! I would fight to the death for all 7 of them now!!!

But I digress! So, I thought vmin were so sweet. Nothing necessarily romantic there to my eyes, but I had an open mind about it, and I had never seen that kind of affection between males. I ate it up. I'm a 50 year old female (46 at the time), and from Canada, and this was so outside my personal experience. I adopted them into my heart. I watched everything I could find on instagram.

And then some stray jikook content started sliding in.

And I got worried. What about my vmin babies? Was my mischievous little V ( I didn't know him as Tae Tae yet) going to get his heart hurt? Of course, I was seeing stuff that had already happened years before in most cases, but all very new and "real time" to my heart, that was slowly turning a vivid purple without my knowledge 💜. But what I was seeing in jikook was quickly becoming undeniable in my eyes.

And I was blown away. My heart remembered what it was like to believe the stories I read and watched in romantic books and movies when I was young. I had decided that was all just the stuff of fiction, and that maybe I was a fool to have believed in it. But no- these two young Korean men were putting Mr. Darcy and Miss Elizabeth to shame! In real life!! I had to slide over to YouTube. I had to start searching stuff like "the way Jungkook looks at Jimin":

And I was able to reconcile vmin and jikook for what I believe it is- no animosity, no competition (at least romantically) because it's two different kinds of love, both just as real. Not that I don't see moments in the content where I think our Tae Tae felt left out, but our babies (all seven of them) had all lived together and done everything together for so long, I think their relationships are not like anything most of us will ever experience or be able to fit into any tidy relationship categories. They are so much more than that.

Somewhere in my searches I found this excellent 3-part commentary by @mimiandkookie4607 :

And this then this favourite by @themooniswaitingforus (who also makes some really beautiful song edits ,btw) :

Then I started wanting to watch original content, so I joined WeVerse and VLive. And then of course, as will happen, I fell in love with all 7 of our amazing, hard working, passionate, talented, brave, fun, impressive young men. I will love and support them until they are old men (or at least much older, as I won't be around as long as I fervently hope they will).

There is more, of course. So much more, but I've run out of steam for today! I do want to say that I joined tumblr because of jikook, as well. I first discovered @dalloga through the Korean Perspective video (they haven't been active for a little bit, but it's worth it to go read their blog, for those who haven't), and then @stormblessed95, and went further down the proverbial rabbit hole from there.

Thank you for reading. Stay positive. Be kind. Seek out happy!

[larkral]

Okay I've said this to at least one other person, but IMO there are essentially three ages of Carry On fandom, and top hits for each. I believe you received an extensive reply that I was largely centered on Age Two (post Carry On publication, pre-ATWB), and I entered fandom in Age Three (post trilogy completion(???)), so here are some of the greatest hits of age Three, if you're asking me. Apologies for how long this got. I truly think it is worth reading the full ouvres of every single one of these authors.

Restoration Ecology by @captain-aralias

Simon has never forgiven Baz for ruining his life at the start of eighth year. He’d hoped never to see Baz again. Ever. But when Baz applies for a position on the Coven, it’s impossible not to hire him. So – now, they’re working together. And as much as Simon wants to continue hating Baz, the dead spots between them are starting to heal …

-- this fic is immediately gutting and it also sticks with you. I think about it all the time.

A Light From Miles Away by @stillmadaboutpetra

On June 3rd, at the end of their seventh year, the Humdrum pulls Simon and Penelope to Lancashire. There, Simon destroys it at the cost of his own life.

On June 6th, Simon Snow appears out of a portal on the bedroom of a home in Lake Charles, Louisiana.

The World of Mages think he's dead. Except for Penelope. And Baz.

Simon isn't sure him not being dead is the best thing. Shepard says he needs to chill.

-- Mad is amazing. It took me forever to read this despite having read and loved several of his other works. READ THIS.

The Gay Bar by sconelover

Simon [22:44]: agatha Simon [22:46]: [Draft] listen, maybe i’m not actually into guys that w Someone slides into the seat next to me. I look up. I’ve never smashed the backspace key so hard.

A fic about gay bars, pizza, badly named drinks, and big… noses. (Wink wink.)

But also a fic about queerness—about coming to terms, and the bumps along the road to acceptance, and the ordeal of starting to believe you belong.

-- A description has never been more accurate.

Someone Wicked by @artsyunderstudy

Baz Pitch has spent his entire life repressing who he is and what he wants, but everyone has a breaking point. He hires an escort for a single night. One night of touches, and kisses, and pushing everything else to the back of his mind. One night to just give in. At least, that was the plan.

The problem is ... he never could have anticipated Simon Snow.

And Simon definitely didn't anticipate him.

-- A Normal AU where simon is a sex worker and he and Baz both really go through some self-growth. Ashton handles all of the subject matter with immense compassion and care.

What's Left by @cutestkilla

On Christmas Day 2015, Simon Snow didn't walk out of the White Chapel alive.

But someone else did - The Insidious Humdrum. He's not really sure what happened, but he knows that whatever it was has changed him from being the greatest threat the World of Mages has ever known to... something else.

Now the Mage is on the lam, Baz is on his aunt's sofa, and the Humdrum is trying to get by on his own in the big city.

-- I don't know if Dre was the first person to call The Insidious Humdrum Sid, but I'm pretty sure if you've heard it, she's the reason. This fic is AMAZING.

Baker Boxer Teacher Grief (Or: The thing that lasts) by @chen-chen-chen-again-chen

Baz is an English teacher who discovers that the weirdest place to fall in love with a baker / retired MMA fighter is at his father’s funeral.

Featuring: copious amounts of baking, sassy teens, cosy autumnal feels, and someone to hold your hand in the dark.

A funny love story about grief.

-- Chen is another author who will just destroy you. This story is so tender and wonderful.

Bound and Determined by @fatalfangirl

Simon feels stuck in place while everyone else is moving forward. It's been five years since his supposed magickal destiny came crashing down, and he finds himself out of work and out of an apartment. Just when he thought things couldn't get worse, he gets magickally bound to a vampire hook-up.

In which Simon went through Watford without Baz, Baz got a proper vampire upbringing, and they still end up together in the end.

-- This story does something really excellent with magical lore in addition to being very emotionally rich and extremely sexy. All of which are fatalfangirl's hallmarks, IMO

Thirst Trapped by @facewithoutheart

Simon's not sure what’s more surprising about life post-Watford: that Basilton Grimm-Pitch is gay, that he’s a TakTik influencer, or that he’s grown a beard. But when Baz starts posting thirst traps, and Simon accidentally responds, the most surprising thing of all is that they become friends. Maybe even more than…

Which is fine. Completely fine. No problem at all.

So long as Baz never learns dragonfromshrek is Simon Salisbury.

(no magic, just thirst)

-- There's a secret subgenre of Carry On fandom that is just "unhinged thirst" and this falls into this camp. It's also just so utterly sweet.

5 Days, 5 Nights, All-Inclusive by RooBadley

“If you don’t meet your spouse at Watford, Penny says, you could end up alone—or going on singles tours of Magickal Britain when you’re 32.” -Rainbow Rowell, Carry On

Prepare yourself for the most magickal week of your life. Booking is now open for the Coven’s yearly 5 day, 5 night tour of Magickal Britain. You’ll soak up the rich history and intriguing secrets of the World of Mages in an intimate group of only 15-20 single Mages. Immerse yourself with the Coven’s full-time historian and guide who will make these fascinating historical sites come alive. Included in the cost of your tour will be group transportation throughout the week, 5 nights accommodation, and most meals. Fall in love with the World of Mages all over again. Join us for the experience of a lifetime. We know it’s one you’ll never forget.

Simon Snow (29, single, and working for the Coven) finds himself press-ganged into covering for the usual guide on the Coven's yearly tour of magickal Britain. All he has to do is read from the cards and make sure the same number of mages gets back on the coach as got off. Doable. Until he sees the guest list. And then it's time to sow some chaos.

-- What it sounds like, but delivers WAY more than you expect.

Good At Something by @larkral (ie yours truly)

Turns out I'm better at giving my evil roommate a blowie than I am at holding the interest of the most perfect girl in school. Which, honestly, is a bit vindicating. Come at me, prophesies: you can't pull this disaster back from the brink.

Simon Snow has lived through seven years of trials and tribulations.

His eighth year is going to be a little bit different.

-- I don't know if I'm allowed to consider my own fic a classic, but I'm going to do it. My magnum opus. And if the number of bookmarks in my stats + periodic tags I get on the discord are any measure, folks like this one. Also we need to stop being ashamed of our horny bookmarks, y'all. People know why we're here.

<3

As much as I’ve read a lot of carry on fanfic, I feel I still don’t have a sense of which, if any, fanfics in this fandom are considered well known or “classics.” Please share if you know!

[ashhdaniellee95]

Bringing him & the crew lunch × Antonio Dawson

|Leena's POV|

It was a cold morning, when I wake up and slide out of bed to use the bathroom. I do my thing, brush my hair, wash my face and brush my teeth, and come back to the room to see my handsome husband laying in his spot on the bed, and smile.

I quietly give him a quick kiss on the lips, and head into the kitchen to make him breakfast.

I grab the carton of eggs, the milk, and sausage, and shut the door, then grab the coffee and start the coffee maker.

I grab a pan hanging from the island and put it on the stove then pour a little bit of oil in the pan.

I grab a small bowl from the cabinet and crack an egg in it, then pour it in the pan when it gets hot.

Antonio really likes his eggs with a little bit of yoke still runny, as do I.

I let the egg cook without poking the yoke, then turn it over and let it cool for a couple of seconds, then put it on a plate. As I put the other egg in the pan, i hear a creak from the floor from the bedroom, along with the creak of the door, and look over to see nothing but the door cracked open a little, and I left it closed. I think he might be trying to scare me.

I ignore the noises and continue to make breakfast for Antonio and me.

××

|Antonio's POV|

I slowly creep into the kitchen and hide behind the wall. I guess she heard the floor and door creek and looked over here, but she didn't see anything so she kept cooking.

After she turns her head back, I slowly creep forward, getting closer to her as much as I can without getting caught.

I sneak around the island and wait for the right time, then go around to her and wrap my arms around her tightly, and she jumps. "Toni, why'd you do that? I could've drop the eggs on you." I smile at her, "Oh baby, I'm sorry. I was just getting you back from the other day. I didn't mean to scare you." She smiles back, "it's okay I forgive you. I made us breakfast. Come eat." I grab my coffee and the sausage and sit at the table and wait for Leena.

She sits down with the eggs and two plates with her glass of milk then makes our plates. She gives me two eggs and a piece of sausage and does the same for her, then we dig in.

After we eat, and I get ready for work, I give Leena a kiss and head to Intelligence.

××

|Leena's POV|

After Antonio leaves for work, I wash all the dishes and put them up, then get a shower and get ready for work myself.

I have two jobs, I work during the day at a local diner/bakery as a waitress, and I'm the manager there as well, and my other job, I post ads to Instagram and Facebook whenever I have time off, or when I'm not working during the week.

I make sure I have all my stuff, my phone, purse, keys, etc. and head out the door.

I get in my Toyota 4 Runner, and put my keys in the ignition and turn on the engine. I back out of the drive way, and drive off.

20 some minutes later I pull up in my 'manager' parking spot and shut off the engine. I grab my things, lock my car and head inside through the back door.

I walk to my locker and put my things inside then close and lock it, then get to work.

When I became manager, I went from wearing a normal waitress outfit, to wearing jeans and a shirt. And the reason I became manager in the first place is because my aunt and uncle own and run this diner, and they knew I could take care of it in case they couldn't come in to run it themselves. You can do a lot of things when you're the manager at a diner.

I clock in on the machine and the register and put my apron on and get to work. Our busiest days are Sunday's and Wednesday's, and today's Monday, so it's probably not gonna be busy today.

As the day goes on, a few people come in and sit, and a few pickup/delivery orders come in over the phone. I help the customers with their orders, make sure they have plenty of drinks, and cash out a customer on the cash register.

Around 12:46 when it's dead, I tell the other waiters that I'm going on break, and tell the cook to make two egg and tomato and cheese sandwiches with our special mayo sauce, along with 4 other different things, and to make me a shredded ham and chicken salad with tomatoes, eggs, blue cheese crumbles, and bacon crumbles with plenty of avocado and avocado ranch dressing.

As he makes the food, I total everything up, and cash out with my card on the cash register.

The cooks put everything in boxes then in bags, then hands them to me and my coworker helps me take them to my car.

I thank her and grab my keys, phone and wallet and get inside my Toyota, and head off to the Intelligence unit.

××

I pull up into a guest spot and turn off the engine, then grab the food and head inside.

I greet Trudy with a smile, "hey Trudy, you hungry? I didn't know what you'd want so I brought a few different things." "Well, thank you Dawson." I smile at my last name. "Hey, can you tell Kim to come down? I want her to help me take this upstairs to the bullcage." "Of course, anything for my favorite Dawson." She winks at me. "I didn't know I was your favorite." She smiles and puts her index finger up to her lips. I smile and nod. "I won't tell. Promise." "Thank you for lunch. If you deliver, I'll call you for lunch. How much do I owe you?" I wave her off. "On the house. Don't sweat it." She smiles and thanks me as Kim comes up to me. "Hey, Lee. That lunch?" I nod my head. "For the crew. I just needed someone to help me take it upstairs. Plus, you and Trudy are the only ones who know about this, that it until we go upstairs and everyone see me with lunch." She laughs. "Alright, come on. I'll help you."

She grabs both the drink trays and a bag and we head upstairs.

She put her hand on the palm scanner and it lets her in.

We get upstairs and she tells everyone she's got lunch. "Aw, you didn't tell me you loved me." Came from Adam. "It's for everyone. Where's Antonio at?" Kevin answers, "bathroom." I nod my head. "Ah, okay. Well I've got lunch for everyone. I just got a few different things. If someone calls in a head of time, I'll get everyone what they want next time."

Everyone chimes in with "okay" and "thank you", then I hear "is that my wife?" My head swivels to see my husband coming towards me with a hug and a kiss. I smile, "I brought you and the crew lunch. My dime, so nobody owes me anything." "Well that was nice." "Yeah, it was dead over there, so I figured I'd bring lunch to you instead of someone over here coming to pick it up." I dig inside the bag until I come across a box with Antonio's name on the top, then hand it to him. "You're favorite, with fries." He kisses my forehead and goes to his desk. "Thanks."

Hank comes out of his office with a smile to greet me and he picks out his lunch.

After everyone grabs what they want, and I eat with them for a little bit, I say bye to everyone and give my husband a kiss, then head back downstairs to Trudy.

"Trudy I'm heading out. I'll see you tomorrow." She smiles, "Bye kiddo."

As I walk out the front door, I hear someone say "hey baby, wait up." from behind me and know who it is, so I stop at the door. "Let me walk you to your car. Since you know, it's cold and all." I smile at him. "Okay." He walks with me to my car, holding the extra stuff in his hands as we walk.

When we get to my car, I unlock it and he puts the stuff in the back seat and shuts the door.

I lean my back up against my driver's side door, and he stands in front of me with a smile on his face. "What's the smile for?" I ask. I see him look down, then back up. "No reason. Just that I love seeing you come bring us lunch is all." I look at him sideways, "Mmhmm. Yeah, okay." "It was really good. Everyone loved their food." "Yeah, I don't mind every once in a while, just as long as everyone let's me know what they want ahead of time." "I'll be sure to remember that." We stay like that for a few more minutes before I speak up. "I have to go, Toni." He nods his head. "Okay, I'll see you later at home. Love you." I smile at him, and lean up towards him and give him a kiss, "love you too." He opens my door, and let's me get in, before he smiles at me, his breath showing in the winter cold, and shuts the door and then I head back to the diner.

[storiesofthepast16]

The Most Sexist, Questionably Christian, Camp.... :I

From my Reddit!!!!

"*Intsy bit*" more dark than first post. I try to keep short as possible. The experience, realization, feeling, ALL OF IT, honestly, just sucks.

I grew up Christian, and this camp is still awesome in most aspects, I suppose!! Unfortunately, a camp-that they spell as "kamp"-makes awful decisions.... I will not mention the name, but if you see a Christian camp that ends with "Kamps", I suggest going somewhere more pretty, but it makes a few kids happy, and everybody has amazing event! I'll give them credit. It just broke me when I saw misogamy up close. :D

I shall call the camp Kamp. So, the other times heading off to "Kamp", I loved it! However, it is expensive and we always have to get deals, exactly like what I assume most to all families have to do, too.

I go to Kamp for a few years, and oh boy. Apparently they prefer XY based chromosomes, since base XX chromosomes apparently don't need God. :/ They need MaYk Up

I appreciate Kamp. I really do. But the boys cabins were APARTMENTS. Like, trees in perfectly, BIG, planted "pots" and a legit creek, close to the ziplines and, well, everything else. Big stairs and places I write in my books. A little of only sprinkle (rain) over there, as though faries might emerge. A place you want to live. That's what I'll never forget. Like, fantasy, they get awesome air conditioning.

Best part? "Girlies" (how few described us) were farthest from everything. My friend in Kamp was claiming how it was to "make girls skinnier". I doubted it. I mean, just left over space, of course! ..Right? Oh, and as I didn't mention, our cabins were consistently trashed, easily bug accessible, jammed, small, and could only fit two girl cabin on top of each other. I don't THINK the boys complained about wood not beinging able to block much noise around us-mainly above us. If I estimate how many kids by gender where allowed, 46 girls, 200 boys, it felt like. Well, I **know** there are more boys allowed.

Plus, no boys to had activities near us, and NO TALKING TO BROTHERS is an "important rule"!!! Well, unless we were to be in swimming suits, obviously. No, I'm not joking-- I was even told to take my shorts off while going down a slip 'n' slide until very last moment-THANKFULLY keeping my shorts on. Oh, and sometime we young children and teens could meet boys if it was dark-Kamp councilor approved and suggested!!!! ;"D (No, doesn't matter the age the boy or girl is, we could-potentially still can-meet. Pumped intogirls so it's "normal" to obsess and feel awful at rejection and no coping..It's the man that's enemy. Like, being told, "He's hot! You should ask him out." by councilors bc it's funny to see 7 year olds chasing teens..HHHMMMM......)

Even if the hoards of bullies disappeared, not the worst part. The fact that our "brother cabin" we saw often was..First, off, I think they were the only ones with a real sister cabin. Kids got no say in their cabin, and oh boy. If a kid with mild asthma 1 had that cabin, they be dead.

It is a freak'n storage closet!! That's what it is, and what it deserves!! Broken door (or at LEAST appeared so), hinges off, bugs, so small, distanced from other boys and EVERYTHING, broken down, literal hut, less boys then "normal" and the kind of hut I generically write about for laughs when a which is involved. Not even allowed to send letters to them, I was pained. :( And it honestly did suck... :[

So, it's awful and the fact we have famous 100 step stair a girl broke her ankle on (I didn't see it, but she tripped and landed on the top of her, probably left, foot. You would cry seeing that at 9-10), walking up and down for one waterslide turn in summer, I know now. It probably was for overall weight loss, and if it isn't for that purpose, 9 year old girls thinking so is horrendous.

If you guys want more, I've got more-

....Thank all you for coming to my TEDTalk-!

~Sonu!!!! :d