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palgongteafinch · 5 months

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Unveiling the Enchantment of Milk Tea: An Extensive Handbook on Boba and Bubble Tea

In recent times, the terms "milk tea," "boba tea," and "bubble tea" have surged in popularity, offering a delightful amalgamation of flavors and textures that enthrall the senses. But what distinguishes milk tea from its counterparts, boba and bubble tea? Can these delightful concoctions be replicated in the cozy confines of home? Let's dive into the intriguing realm of milk tea and unearth its mysteries.

What Constitutes Milk Tea?

Fundamentally, milk tea is a harmonious fusion of tea and milk, transcending conventional brews with its diverse array of flavors and presentations. While one might conjure images of classic British or Irish black tea with a hint of milk, milk tea unveils a world of endless possibilities waiting to be explored.

Chai Milk Tea: Revered among tea enthusiasts, chai milk tea intertwines robust black tea with a symphony of spices like cinnamon, cardamom, cloves, or ginger, crafting a comforting elixir suitable for any occasion. Thai Milk Tea: Hailing from Southeast Asia, Thai milk tea melds black tea with sweetened condensed milk, often infused with aromatic spices like star anise and cardamom. Its vibrant orange hue and velvety consistency render it a sought-after beverage, particularly when paired with spicy Thai fare. Exploring Boba and Bubble Tea Boba tea, or bubble tea, enhances the milk tea experience by introducing chewy tapioca pearls, lending a delightful textural dimension to the creamy libation.

Varied Selection: Boba tea boasts an extensive array of customization options, ranging from traditional black tea to fruity infusions and creamy blends. Whether served hot or iced, sweetened or unsweetened, there's a boba tea to cater to every palate. Innovative Pairings: The realm of boba tea embraces boundless experimentation. Combine diverse tea bases, milk varieties, sweeteners, and toppings to concoct a personalized masterpiece. Embrace flavors like taro, mango, or matcha, complemented by tantalizing toppings such as jelly, pudding, or whipped cream. Different Varieties of Milk Tea Amidst the plethora of options, selecting the ideal milk tea embarks you on a delightful journey through flavor and texture.

Classic Milk Tea: Originating from Taiwan, classic milk tea harmonizes black tea, milk, and chewy tapioca pearls, delivering a timeless indulgence cherished by many. Earl Grey Milk Tea: A contemporary twist on tradition, Earl Grey milk tea infuses the distinctive essence of bergamot-infused Earl Grey tea with brown sugar syrup and boba pearls, offering a sophisticated flavor profile. Taro Bubble Tea: Crafted from taro root, this subtly sweet and nutty flavor, distinguished by its vibrant purple hue and creamy texture, captivates discerning palates worldwide. Crafting Milk Tea at Home Indeed, the allure of milk tea can be recreated within the confines of your own kitchen! With simple ingredients such as tea bags, milk, sweeteners, and boba pearls, you can concoct a luscious batch of milk tea to savor at your leisure.

Tailored to Your Tastes: Experiment with sweetness levels, milk variations, and tea blends to craft a bespoke milk tea tailored to your discerning palate. Whether craving a traditional black milk tea or an exotic fruit-infused variant, the possibilities are limitless. Unleash Your Creativity: Embrace experimentation as you venture into the realm of homemade milk tea. Explore diverse tea blends, flavor enhancements, and toppings to curate your signature recipes, transforming your kitchen into a sanctuary of innovation.

#MilkTea #BobaTea #BubbleTea #TeaLovers #HomemadeTea #BobaCreations #TapiocaPearls

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amu-brain-dump · 1 year

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OOOH can we hear your favourite bubble tea orders? 👀 in as little or much detail as you like!!!

Hohoho I'm VERY passionate about bubble tea 😏

My favourite most amazing adored flavour is Wintermelon milk tea: it's smooth and balanced and milky and creamy and perfect. That is the best milk tea and I won't accept criticism over this.

Second favourite is Peach milk tea. This one can be a bit too sweet (coming from "sweet tooth incarnate") depending on the store's recipe but its overall a great choice when wWintermelon is not available.

Next is Japanese pop rice milk tea. This one is unfortunately only available in 1 of boba chains in the city and all the stores are far away from my house so I don't get to have it that often. It's roasty and smooth and tastes just like the pop rice snacks

Watermelon milk tea is surprisingly good and it's pink! And pink drinks are always cute hehe. Tried it once on a whim and it became a favourite, really refreshing.

Original milk tea is also really good. It's usually the same in any boba chain: black milk tea with "Thai flavouring" whatever that is... in places where bubble tea is mot really popular yet (my hometown) is literally the only viable option 🥲

Some honorable mentions are: Taro milk tea (very creamy, I was surprised), Honeydew melon milk tea, Brown sugar milk tea and Thai milk tea (that it's not the same as Original milk tea🤷🏾)

When it comes to trying new flavours I normally try to choose something that's very different from things I've tried in the past. I'd say most common flavours are good but I have had some fails in the past... very sad indeed. Hazelnut milk tea & Caramel milk tea are the worst I've ever had.

When talking about toppings popping boba is my favourite: any fruity flavour will work but I try to choose something that compliments the flavour of the drink. Tapioca pearls are a classic, pretty solid option and they look amazing with any color drink so there's that. Golden tapioca pearls are better cause they're a tiny bit sweeter and much softer. I don't really like the jelly and cheese doesn't belong on drinks so I never have those. I tried red beans once and was not a fan of the texture...

And that is for bubble tea from stores. When I make it myself at home I buy the strawberry popping ball in the asian grocery shop cause thats the only flavour they have and I rather make the tapioca pearls over buying the premade one but I'm also very lazy and they take so long so I never do 😅 so strawberry popping balls..

With flavour I have 2 syrups: watermelon & mi t and belgian waffle. The watermelon one I use when I make earl grey tea and the belgian waffle when using any other tea type. But I recently discovered another great combination 😳 pu'er tea with homemade peach syrup! Just out of this world amazing.

And that's the end of my rant, thanks for coming to my TedTalk and thank you for reading if you made it this far ☺️ you get some boba as a reward 🧋

#about me #sorry for the long post I just have many feelings about boba #I even have my own reusable boba specific cup and everytime I use it I get compliments form the shop workers #ask the brain #drinks

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diluccs · 3 years

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lil boba pearls x__x

#matching pfp #stray kids #stray kids lq #skz #2min #lee know #lee minho #2min matching #2min icons #stray kids 2min #they're so cute im going to sob #boba pearls indeed #kim seungmin icons #lee know icons #seungmin icons #2min match #lee minho icons #lino icons

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petrichor-han · 3 years

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ludus; kim sunoo

PAIRING | sunoo x gn!reader

CAST | kim sunoo

WC | 1.6k

GENRE | fluff, boy next door!au, summer love, puppy love

WARNINGS | explicit language, choking on food

SYNOPSIS | when your annoying, nosy old neighbors move out and a new family, including a cute boy your age, moves in, you’re elated. after all, he’s adorable, and you find yourself suddenly being more bold than you’ve ever been when it comes to romantic relationships.

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You’d always hated Mr. Oh and his wife.

They were the sort of neighbors that your mother described as “less than ideal”, and your father described as “literal demons from hell”. Not only were they the nosiest old freaks, they constantly felt the need to report back to your parents on whatever they happened to see you doing—once Mrs. Oh told your mother that she had seen you sneaking out your window the night before, and you were grounded for six months. Six damn months, all because of that crusty old bitch. But as you were in the middle of plotting your revenge against her, she and her husband suddenly moved out.

You were sitting on the curb in front of your house, chucking pebbles at the cars that drove by, cracking your gum so loud it echoed down the empty street. This was something that you knew the Ohs hated, and you were chewing louder and more aggressive than you ever had before, even though you were finally ungrounded. This was your first chance to do something to piss them off before you figured out the rest of your plan to get them back. Maybe you’d sneak some foul-smelling substances into their home, or tear up Mrs. Oh’s flower beds. Maybe accidentally scratch up the side of Mr. Oh’s beloved red car, that he always spent hours polishing.

But then you spotted the older couple exit their house, several men in uniforms trailing them and dragging heavy boxes and furniture out the front door. Your mother exited your house, clutching a dish towel to her chest; she had obviously been in the middle of washing the dishes. “Mrs. Oh!” she called, waving the older woman over.

“Don’t call that hag over here!” you hissed, but your mother shushed you and thrust the damp dish towel in your face to shut you up.

Mrs. Oh hobbled over, giving you a snooty look before looking your mother up and down and huffing. “What is it, dear?” she asked, clasping her gnarled hands in front of her chest.

“What’s going on?” your mother asked, placing one hand on her hip. “It looks like you guys are moving out.”

“Oh, we are,” Mrs. Oh sighed, shielding her eyes from the bright summer sun. “We’re finally moving into a more appropriate place. It’s well overdue.”

“Well overdue indeed,” you muttered under your breath, but Mrs. Oh somehow caught it.

“I see that you still haven’t learned how to hold your tongue in front of your elders,” she tsked, crossing her arms in front of her bosom indignantly.

“Elders,” you snorted, and your mother shot you a glare.

“I hope you’re happy with wherever you plan to move,” your mother said hastily, taking the dish towel back.

“We will be,” Mrs. Oh said, tilting her chin up to the air, “it’s the perfect place for us. Without any naughty children running around.” With that, she trotted off across the freshly mowed lawn, leaving terrible little imprints of her old-lady shoes across the green landscape, making your mother frown.

“Hope it’s a horrible retirement home,” you mumbled, and your mother simply sighed.

“I agree,” she said, shaking her head, “I completely agree.”

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About a week and a half later you found yourself in a similar situation, sucking down dark, chewy boba pearls through a wide pink straw as you laid stomach-down on your front lawn, which was now beginning to finally grow out. It was still quite early in the morning, so the day wasn’t yet too sunny and hot, for summer at least. You turned the thin, flimsy page of your novel, drinking down your smoothie rather than the words on the page and wishing that you had started your summer reading earlier, as school was right around the corner and you had yet to retain any information. You kicked your bare feet in the air behind you as you lazily chewed a few pearls at a time, running the tip of your index finger down the length of the page you were on, half-attempting to understand the difficult text.

“Is that book any interesting?” a sweet voice asked.

You nearly choked on your boba, wheezing as one got sucked down your throat, unchewed and much faster than intended. The owner of the voice, a pale, thin boy with dark hair and smiley eyes raised up his hands innocently, taking a hesitant step back as you rammed your fist against your chest, finally dislodging the pearl. “Woah, sorry. Are you okay?”

“Fine,” you rasped, swallowing hard. “Jesus, you scared me.”

“Sorry,” the boy shrugged, smiley eyes returning again upon the confirmation that you were okay, and he didn’t just cause a horrible boba-related death. “I’m Sunoo.”

“(Y/N),” you said, holding out your hand, using the back of the other to wipe the embarrassing dribble of spit leaking from the side of your mouth. Luckily, Sunoo didn’t seem to really mind all that much.

“Do you go to the school right down the road from here?” he asked, accepting the handshake. He smiled down at your hand clasped in his, and for a moment you thought he might comment on your clammy, smoothie-sticky grasp, but then he looked back up at you and bit his bottom lip shyly, and you realized that he was way too sweet to say anything remotely rude.

“Yeah, I do! I’ve gone there the past few years too, it’s a horrible school really,” you chuckled, finally letting go of his hand, although somewhat reluctantly. “I mean, this book’s for summer reading. Every student has to do it.”

Sunoo peeked around your frame to look at the book, which was still cracked open and laying on your slightly damp lawn. “What book is it?”

You groaned. “Some Shakespearean classic,” you said dramatically, placing a hand on your forehead and pretending to fall over. “I don’t even remember which one, they’re all practically the same.”

Sunoo leaned forward, wrapping a slim arm around your waist and catching you off guard. “Looks like Romeo and Juliet,” he said, winking at you. Your face flushed with heat; he had grabbed onto you smoothly as a way to get closer to the novel’s cover. “That’s a classic, how could you not like it?”

“Maybe I’m just not a nerd,” you teased playfully, and Sunoo’s grip tightened ever so slightly, making you gulp.

“A nerd? Me? Never,” he replied, before pulling you back up steadily and letting go. He seemed to finally realize what he had just done, as his pale cheeks turned slightly pink as he laughed to himself a little, one hand rubbing the back of his neck somewhat sheepishly. As his fingers brushed through the medium-length strands, you noticed that the top of his head was a lighter brown than the rest of his hair. Sun-bleached, perhaps? His nose seemed to be recovering from some sort of sunburn as well, still a little pink and peely. Sunoo noticed your close gaze, and pouted.

“Something on my face?” he asked.

“Just come back from vacation or something?” you questioned, finding yourself to be much more bold than usual, reaching out to tap the tip of his nose.

“My family and I had a little trip to Jeju to celebrate my older sister’s graduation,” he said, lightly touching his nose where your fingertip had been just moments before. “That’s all. How did you know?”

“Use sunscreen next time,” you said, tapping your own nose. Sunoo went cross-eyed as he tried to look down at his own tall nose bridge, making you giggle.

“I did!” he exclaimed, “I just burn easily!”

“Maybe tell me more about it later?” you asked, tilting your head to the side slightly, trying to be cute. “Looks like your parents need you for something.”

“Oh, right,” Sunoo laughed, waving to the older couple behind him, who seemed to be digging through their car. “We’re moving in today.”

“Moving in?”

“You didn’t think I’d just stop by and say hi to anyone, would you?” he asked cheekily, smiling so wide that dimples appeared. “I assumed you live here, seeing as how you’re lounging across the lawn like you own it.”

Your jaw almost dropped comically wide as you watched a large moving truck pull into the driveway next to yours. How could you have not realized he was your new neighbor?

“I’ll see you later, (Y/N)!” Sunoo called, already halfway across your lawn. He waved at you, jumping into the air a little before running over to the truck, which was now opening up and revealing boxes upon boxes. You stared down at the grass, which was now stamped down with new footprints: Sunoo’s.

But this time, you grinned to yourself, reaching down to pick up your book, which didn’t seem so bad any more, and your drink. You chewed on the straw a little as you walked back inside your cool, air-conditioned house, enjoying the feel of the refreshing air on your slightly sweaty skin. You skipped up the stairs two at a time, feeling oddly giddy, and threw open your curtains to let the summer sunlight into your room—only to come face to face with a very familiar smiley boy.

Sunoo opened his window and you mirrored his actions, slightly breathless. He leaned his elbows on the windowsill, placing his chin on his folded hands. “So, we meet again, neighbor,” he said flirtily.

You leaned out your window slightly, feeling the warm sunbeams spread across your skin. “Maybe you should just tell me about Jeju right now.”

Sunoo’s eyes lit up. “Well, it started at my sister’s actual graduation ceremony...”

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ibijau · 3 years

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I don't think I've seen this anywhere (and if you know of any fics that do have this concept, please link!), but what if the events of MDZS (all media) was actually based on history within a modern AU of MDZS?

So like, as an example, you have people speculating whether or not Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji were lovers or not in the same way people do with some real historical figures today, some theories that say Nie Huaisang orchestrated everything that go mostly ignored by everyone except those in the #NieHuaisangDidIt community because it's Nie Huaisang, who is largely remembered as a relatively harmless sect leader, etc... Some even still think the Yiling Patriarch was pure evil, though the novel, shows, and audio drama have since made this an unpopular opinion to have.

And then there's Wei Wuxian, be it through reincarnation with regained memories or immortality, listening to all of this in the background.

“I'm just saying that you wrote your thesis on him, so of course you're biased,” Jin Guangyao said. “There's no way Nie Huaisang organised all this. Everyone in that period agrees that he was so stupid he could barely do basic additions!”

“I have a phd and I can't count either,” Nie Huaisang countered. “Listen, I tell you, the proof is all there if you just look.”

Of course, they weren’t called Nie Huaisang and Jin Guangyao, not in this life, but Wei Wuxian wasn't good with names. In fact, after centuries of being alive, he was worse with names than he'd ever been. Thankfully, this crowd Lan Wangji and him had become friends with didn't mind at all the nicknames he'd picked for them.

“And I can prove that Jin Guangyao didn't even die, and made a name for himself in Japan,” Jin Guangyao retorted. “There's this Han man who suddenly appears out of nowhere in the Japanese court, claiming to know great magic, and...”

“Yes, I've seen the movie too,” Nie Huaisang yawned, taking another sip of his bubble tea.

Jin Guangyao went red and purple, while Wei Wuxian tried to hide a snicker. If there was one sure way to piss of Jin Guangyao, it was by mentioning that recent movie that had come out, very loosely inspired by a series of blog articles he'd written years ago when he was still a student. The inspiration was loose enough that he hadn't been involved in the process at all, because the scenarist had pretended they just happened to have come to the same conclusion.

It wasn't a bad movie, Wei Wuxian thought. It wasn't a goodone either, but he quite liked the actor who played Lan Wangji in it (Wei Wuxian himself wasn't part of the plot, sadly, on account of being officially dead by then), and the fight scenes were pretty fun. Besides, he felt like Jin Guangyao should have liked it even better than he did.

The actor playing him was the tallest member of the cast after all.

“I hope you choke on your tea,” Jin Guangyao muttered, to which Nie Huaisang answered with a bright grin.

It was about to devolve into a fight (an animated academic discussion, Jin Guangyao would have called it) when Lan Xichen entered the boba place, radiant as always. She ordered her own tea (plain black tea but with extra sugar and the sweetest fillings available, as usual) and sat with them, apparently oblivious to the adoration with which Jin Guangyao and Nie Huaisang gazed upon her.

Wei Wuxian had a bet going on with Jiang Cheng about which man would ask her out first in this life. He also had a bet going on with Jin Ling regarding whether anyone would dare ask her out at all. Wei Wuxian would have tried to help the matter, but Lan Wangji wouldn't allow it, worried for his sibling. A needless worry, Wei Wuxian thought. Lan Xichen was doing well for herself in this life, and so were the other two. Going into academia had been a great way for them to channel their lingering resentment. Their fight had almost never gotten physical in this life.

“I'm sorry for being late, jiejie wanted me to help her order something from overseas,” Lan Xichen apologised, smiling warmly. “I hope I didn't interrupt anything important? You seemed to be chatting, no?”

“We were talking about Guangyao's movie,” Nie Huaisang cheerfully answered.

Jin Guangyao looked about ready to murder him, but Lan Xichen just laughed in that sweet, careless way of hers and in a second both men had forgotten their previous argument.

“Oh, that reminds me, I brought something that might make you laugh,” she said, digging into her handbag. “It's in your field of study... in a manner of speaking.”

She put a book on the table. On the cover were two handsome young men, one dressed in black and carrying a flute, the other in white holding a bright sword. Above them, bold characters professed that this book was called “The Founder of Demonic Cultivation”.

Wei Wuxian's drink went the wrong way, and he nearly died coughing on a tapioca pearl. When everyone was sure that he wouldn't choke so stupidly, they all turned their attention back to the book.

“What's that?” Jin Guangyao asked.

“It's a danmei novel,” Lan Xichen explained, a spot of red on her cheeks. “Jiejie lent it to me the other day, and as soon as I started reading I realised the subject was... familiar. It's about Wei Wuxian. The real one I mean,” she added with a smile to Wei Wuxian who pretended to be fascinated by his bubble tea. “It's, ah... very creative. It takes liberties with some of the events, but, ah, it's very well written.”

“Wonderful, more fiction,” Jin Guangyao muttered.

Meanwhile, Nie Huaisang eagerly grabbed the book and started browsing it with hungry eyes. He had theories about that, too. Mostly, about the exact nature of Wei Wuxian's relationship with Jiang Cheng, which he had once explained to Wei Wuxian with far more details than the immortal would ever have cared to hear... and he hoped Jiang Cheng himself would never hear about it.

In fairness to Nie Huaisang though, his arguments had been very convincing, and Wei Wuxian would have had doubts, if he hadn't been married to Lan Wangji for over a thousand years.

“Oh, Lan Wangji,” Nie Huaisang grumbled, closing the book and sliding it back toward Lan Xichen. “I suppose I see the appeal, but there's really no evidence whatsoever in their case, you know?”

“We know,” Lan Xichen said with an indulgent smile.

“Now, Jiang Wanyin and him, on the other hand...”

“You people are obsessed with romance!” Jin Guangyao complained. “His relationship to Jiang Wanyin was platonic!”

Wei Wuxian distractedly nodded. That was indeed true.

“And so was his relationship to Lan Wangji,” Jin Guangyao added with a disgusted glare at the book.

Wei Wuxian grimaced. That was very much not true.

“From the letters I've read, I think in today's world, the Yiling Patriarch would probably be asexual,” Jin Guangyao argued. “Not that I particularly approve of using modern terminology to describe the sexuality of long dead people, but if you consider everything we know about him, then... are you ok?”

“Peachy,” Wei Wuxian coughed, trying not to burst out laughing. Jin Guangyao's pride was still a delicate thing in this life. “Hey, Xichen-jie, mind if I borrow that book until we meet again? I think Lan Zhan would love it.”

“Sure, I don't see why not.”

Wei Wuxian grinned, and pocketed the book.

Lan Wangji and him were going to have a good laugh that night, as they always did whenever someone wrote a new story about them.

#nie huaisang #lan xichen #jin guangyao #wei wuxian #mdzs #I know nothing about academia and I'm too lazy to do research #wangxian later agrees that somehow the danmei is the one version that's closest to the truth #and that's how they find out that Lan Jingyi has reincarnated #jau writes

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suspiciouslypinkrosegarden · 3 years

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Pairing: Suit Saeran x Non Gendered Reader X̶ ̶B̶o̶b̶a̶

Part 1

Just some fun fluff!

Saeran believes he’s finally come up with the perfect way to make his toy break, by waving a favorite treat of yours in front of your starved face. He presents to you a shining cup of blue boba tea, but as per usual, you make victory for him seem to be impossible. In which way will you choose to ensure he doesn’t get the last laugh?

Based on my lovely friend Melkinpump’s art! Please make sure to check her out ^3^~ <3

Link to the post featuring the drawing:

https://melkinpump.tumblr.com/post/651701225640853504/sketch-dump-time-wahoo-i-do-not-have-the-energy

Link to her drawing on Instagram:

https://www.instagram.com/p/CO5dTpNlzOF/?utm_medium=copy_link

This little fic contains links to the options you chose for him! Have fun and avoid the bad ending :3

At the edge of your squishy pink bed you sat, sinking into the mattress ever so slightly as you typed away in a chatroom with Saeran. It had only been a day since he’d “arrived”, turning what you thought you knew topsy turvy as Ray was now gone...or at least, was presented to be. You sighed at just how little he’d allow you to say to him, hogging the chatroom with his immense typing speeds and rude insults; spamming those supposedly scary chibis which maniacally cackled in his voice. The occasional deep stomach rumbles you experienced certainly didn’t help your concentration, which was frustrating to say the least.

Saeran: It’s lunch time now

Aren’t you feeling hungry, prince(ss)?

I just got myself something good…

Something I know you love actually lolol

Maybe I should rub it in your face.

I wonder how much your stomach will turn

Seeing me with something so delicious haha

I’ll visit you

And watch you plead for some

And it’ll be so funny hehehehe

So sit tight

In your room

Like a good little toy.

And if you behave, maybe you’ll get some

Maybe~

Saeran has left the chatroom

Mc has left the chatroom

You placed your phone down in your lap as you monitored the door, now having nothing much else to do other than wait for his arrival. What he’d carry in his hands with him, that you had no idea, but you’d hold your ground the best you could as he tried to tempt you with it. He was not your master, nor were you some dog he could throw a bone to in return for complete obedience.

Within a few moments, the doorknob finally turned and you stood in response, straightening your clothes a tad as the grumpy man barged his way in with no knock.

“Don’t bother fixing yourself up for me, you look awful either way,” he spat, followed by an airy laugh. “But, you stand ready! Should I congratulate you? Looks like I don’t have to train you in that field at least.”

You opened your mouth to make a comment in your defense before something else caught your attention, the treat he had brought with him. In his right hand he held a clear plastic cup containing a milky blue liquid, and at the bottom rested...dark brown boba pearls. He gave a satisfactory grin as you clearly stared at the drink, hoping what he was doing would indeed elicit a good reaction from you.

“It’s exactly what you think it is, prince(ss). Milk tea with boba. And much to your delight, you get to watch me drink the whole thing in silence!”

Now this was an interesting situation.

“You...learned to make boba just to taunt me? Ray didn’t even really know what it was-”

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t. All that matters is at the end of the day~,” Saeran cooed. “You. Get. None!”

And with that he was sent into a fit, naturally because he believed himself to be the king of comedy as he tortured you. He walked over to the little tea table at the room’s center, plopping himself down in one of the cushioned chairs before taking a big sip through the thick, pink straw. The man enjoyed the taste dramatically, letting out a loud “mmm”, looking in your direction.

“This stuff is pretty good honestly. The brown sugar syrup you make the tapioca balls in is so sweet~ and the tea is rather refreshing. It really hits the spot~”

His pretty lips formed his signature smirk as his icy glare met your eyes, then looking away to whip out his...light rosey colored phone. With his focus now on the screen of the tiny hand held device, he maneuvered the cup to rest on his upper chest which he puffed out, chewing the straw and sipping up more of the drink’s sweetness here and there. As he was looking away from you, you could take a moment to appreciate how cute he was, face clearly softening a little as he chewed the gummies and took a small break from work.

“Well there we have it,” you finally spoke. “Now I know two new things. You like sweets and we both like boba.”

He looked at you before giving a good eye roll, taking the straw out of his mouth but leaving the cup supported as it was, raising his arm up to it for further safety.

“Well aren’t you clever, toy. Maybe, since you’re such a know- it-all, you can start making me stuff like this. You know, because I ‘like it’.”

He then retreated back to ignoring you with a huff, scrolling up on his phone.

Now this...you thought, was the perfect opportunity to strike and get his attention sweetly, his guard being completely down. It was time for the toy to have some play time of their own to lighten him up and give him some affection, even if you were playing with fire. But what was the best way to reach him, being as difficult as he was?

Creep up and tickle his sides: https://suspiciouslybluemilktea.tumblr.com/post/656204961659731968/please-refer-to-the-introduction-before-reading

Steal the boba and go in for a kiss: https://suspiciouslybluemilktea.tumblr.com/post/656204969448521728/please-refer-to-the-introduction-before-reading

Remove the boba and rest your chin on his chest where the cup once was: https://suspiciouslybluemilktea.tumblr.com/post/656204975291154432/please-refer-to-the-introduction-before-reading

#Instagram #suit saeran #saeran x mc #saeran x reader #saeran choi #mystic messenger saeran

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angelliev · 4 years

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Lover Boy - JJ Maybank x OC - Part Four - Tapioca Pearls

Word Count: 2K

Summary: Aria’s jealousy overcomes her emotions and becomes protective over JJ.

Warnings: Smut, cursing & choking

A/N: This is a funny and weird chapter. I didn’t intend for this one to be funny, but I got carried away. Hope you guys enjoy and get a good laugh in. (Not my GIF. Credits to the owner. I don’t own the show or any of the characters.”

Lover Boy Series Masterlist

I have never been so happy as much as I have been for the past month and a half. JJ and I have been seeing each other as much as possible, which is becoming a little difficult due to us wanting to keep our relationship private. Same goes for sex. We’ve been trying to find a place where we wouldn’t be interrupted. As long as I get to spend time with JJ, I’m happy at the end of the day. We’ve learned so much about each other, both in and outside the bedroom, and I’ve never been so happy. I want it to last forever.

Today, Damien had insisted that Rebecca, Jennifer and I get to know each other so we got up super early to take the ferry to go shopping on the mainland. Thankfully, it wasn’t all that bad. I was able to convince Sarah to come with us, thankfully because I didn’t want to spend the day with Jennifer and her best friend Samantha. Thing were going well and it seemed that Rebecca, Samantha and Jennifer were hitting it off. As of now, the three are trying on shoes, while Sarah and I are trying on clothes together. “What do you think of this one?” She asks for my opinion. I glance at the yellow bikini she tried on and nod in approval. “I like it. Yellow is a really good color on you.” “Thanks girly.” She smiles. I remove my top to try on a shirt when Sarah gasped. I whip my head towards her to see her face in utter shock.

“Are those fucking hickeys?” She points to my abdomen. My eyes nearly popped out of my sockets when I look in the mirror to see that my abdomen was indeed completely covered in them. Are you fucking kidding me JJ? I didn’t even notice. I look back at Sarah to see her laughing. “Holy shit! You’ve been pretty busy.” She teases. “Stop laughing and hand me my makeup bag! Oh my god.” I continue to stare at them mortified. She digs through my bag, along with finding my makeup bag, she finds something even more interesting. “Are these fucking birth control pills?” Her mouth is agape. I snatch the items out of here hands.

“Yes! And can we not shout it to the whole world?” I frantically begin to cover the hickeys while she laughs. “I’m sorry, but since when are you having sex?” “Since like last month?” She’s more than surprised. “You’ve been having sex for a month and a half and you haven’t told me?” “I know and I’m sorry, but we promised to each other that we’d keep our relationship private for now.” “Fair enough. Does Charis know?” “Yeah, she kind of found out. She had to pick me up from his place one time.” “Okay I see how it is. So, who is it?” She smiles excited for an answer. “I promised!” “Oh, come on! It’s the least you can do, plus your secret is safe with me.” She winks. I sigh. “It’s JJ.” She just giggles, thinking I’m bluffing, until she realizes I’m not. “Oh, shit you’re serious? Oh my god! You’re hooking up with JJ? As in JJ Maybank? As in John B’s best friend?” She keeps rambling. “Yeah, we sort of hit it off. Things have been great ever since.”

“Oh my god.” She said all of the sudden thinking to herself while I stand there confused. “That was you in there the last night.” She states. “What are you talking about?” I asked clueless. “So, last night I was hanging out with John B, Pope and Kiara at the chateau. We thought we were alone, until we heard some very loud moaning coming from the JJ’s room.” She explains. I just remember what she was talking about.

Last Night…

“Mm, yes JJ! Harder baby!” I let out a loud moan as JJ pounds into me from behind at an animalistic pace. “Oh yeah? You want me to fuck you harder babygirl? Want me to make you cum hard?” He asked while rock music plays in the background. “Yes, baby please!” I plead to his content. “Ask and you shall receive.” He says before grabbing onto me before pounding into me harder than I thought was humanly possible, causing me to scream out in pleasure. “Who fucks you good?” “You JJ!” “Whose dick is fucking your pussy?” He slaps my ass. “Yours JJ!” “Whose pussy does this belong to?” The headboard begins to hit the wall. “You JJ!” “What’s my name?” “JJ!” I scream to the top of my lungs when my orgasm washes over me, causing me to collapse on the bed, he soon falls down beside me after reaching his own high. We lay there for a moment panting. He looks over at me and asks, “Round two?” I smile back at him. “Fuck yeah.”

Present…

“Oh my god. I can’t believe you guys heard that.” I say before sliding down to floor wanting to curl up into a ball and hide away forever. “Yeah me either. We left when you guys started going at it again.” “Oh my god. That is so embarrassing. We thought we had the place to ourselves.” I apologize. “Yea I could hear that, but next time, check to see if there’s anyone home.” She advises. “Deal.” “Who knew? Clean in the streets, dirty in the sheets.” She laughs. “Stop!” I plead.

I was happy to return home after a rather mortifying conversation in the fitting rooms. “We’re going out for a bite to eat. Would you like to join or are you planning on making a scene somewhere else?” Jennifer asked all bitchy, her friend Samantha snickers. Rebecca went back home to her and Damián’s place, so it was just going to be the two of them, and Sarah has to leave for an appointment with the dentist. “Pass.” I didn’t even bother to look up as I went through the mail. I didn’t even notice the sound of the lawnmower running in the backyard as I sipped on my boba and Sarah is filming herself with me in the background, most likely making a TikTok.

“Damn, if he weren’t a pogue, I’d definitely fuck him.” Says Samantha. For a moment we all thought she was talking about Mr. Murray the regular lawnmower, so we were all a little grossed out at first, until we turned our heads to see a shirtless JJ mowing the lawn.

Out of shock, I accidentally suck in too fast, causing a bunch of tapioca pearls to shoot in my mouth, all launching into the back of my throat. In result, the tea that my dumbass hadn’t swallowed beforehand sprays out through my nose and onto the counter. My eyes begin to water as I violently begin to cough attempting to dislodge the tapioca pearls that were making me choke. They finally launch across the counter making everyone jump and shout. “Jesus Christ!” “What the shit!” “Holy fuck!” All can be heard throughout the kitchen. I finally catch my breath and clear my throat. Tears run down my face. “Are you okay?!” Sarah asked concerned.

“Holy shit, can you keep it in your pants?” Jennifer asked out of disgust. “What happened Aria? Did you take those balls a little too deep?” Samantha asked. “Technically they’re tapioca pearls.” Jennifer corrects her. “Fuck you guys and Samantha you can suck on those stupid “balls” for all I care.” I referenced to the tapioca demon balls. “Rather be sucking his.” She nods towards JJ. I finally lose my shit, jealousy overcoming me. I didn’t even think before acting, when I picked up the boba throwing it on her, staining her white top. Everyone gasps. “You fucking bitch!” Screams Samantha.

“Screw you, you god damn horny demon ass ball sucking motherfucker!” “What is your problem?!” Jennifer shouts. “She’s the one with the fucking problem!” I exclaim. “You are so childish! C’mon Samantha, I have an extra shirt in the car. Let’s get out of here.” The two glare daggers at me as they leave, car keys in hand. The door slams on the way out.

“Are you okay?” Asked Sarah. “Yeah I’m fine.” I reply. “Good, cause that shit was hilarious!” She said dying of laughter. I began laughing along with her after realizing just how funny and ridiculous the whole situation was. “Hey a little word of advice. The key to keeping a relationship secret, is to be discreet.” “Ha ha, screw you.” I laugh. “I got that shit on tape.” “I swear to god if you post it, I’ll kill you.” My heart drops to my stomach. “Don’t worry I won’t, but I will show it on your wedding day.” She jokes. “Don’t you have a dentist appointment?” I tried to get her to leave. “Indeed. I’ll see you later. Love you tons and please don’t choke on anymore balls!” She yells before the front door closes. Last time I ever drink boba.

I decide to go outside after cleaning up the mess. JJ has finished up and started putting away the lawnmower. His body is glistening with sweat making him look absolutely irresistible. I approach him with a sinful master plan in my head. He turns to me with a smile on his face ready to say something, but I immediately shut him up when my lips attacked his, taking him by surprise. He kissed back after a few seconds. I decide to take it to the next level, I palm him, resulting in a surprised moan escaping his mouth. “Meet me in the bathroom closest to the kitchen when you’re ready. I’ll be waiting.” And I leave at that heading back inside.

As expected, he bursts into the room already removing his shorts and boxers, his member springs out already hard. I’m standing in the shower when he joins me. “What’s this about? Not that I’m complaining.” He asked. “Don’t worry about it. Just fuck me.” “Don’t have to tell me twice.” He picks me up and my legs instinctively wrap around his waist. He waste no time to shove himself into me, giving me little time to adjust, before pounding away. Our bodies begin to feel hot with the combination of the sex and water, our skin begins to turn red, but neither of care. For we’re too busy chasing our orgasms. My nails begin to lightly claw at his back when I start to feel the familiar knot in my stomach. “Fuck, I don’t think I’m going to last long babygirl.” He groans. “Me neither.” I attempt to hold back my orgasm. With that he speeds up, reaching deeper within me and hitting that spot. I finally let go when I started to notice that his thrusts were becoming sloppy. “Fuck!” He exclaimed and ejaculated deep inside me.

After the two of us came down from our highs, we dry off and put our clothes back on. “So, what was that about?” He asked. “Nothing. Just missed you.” I’m too embarrassed to admit that I was jealous and petty, that I lost my shit and became horny. “Babe, you can tell me, you know that right?” He takes my hand. I sigh. “I’m sorry. I was in the kitchen with the girls and Samantha was going on about how she would fuck you and suck you off. I just got so jealous and mad that I couldn’t say anything about it.” I see JJ’s very confused and surprised face. “Hold up, how the hell was that conversation brought to the table?” “Long story short, she was checking you out, I choked on tapioca pearls, then she decided to make a joke about sucking your balls.” “What the hell are tapioca pearls? Sounds like a name for some weird sex toy.” “What? No! They’re made from this starch that come from cassava roots. They’re what you find in boba.” “What’s boba?” “Bubble tea! But that’s beside the point!” “Oh! Kie drinks that shit all the time.” “Enough with the boba!” He just chuckles and plants a small kiss on my nose.

“Calm down sparky. You’re the only one for me. I’ll choke to death on those weird jelly balls before I leave you for someone else.” I laugh at him. “That was surprisingly sweet.” We both laugh together and head to the kitchen. I make him some lunch, which he gladly chows down. Just as I’m paying him cash for his work, Samantha and Jennifer walk in. “What are you guys doing back here? I thought you were going out to eat?” I asked eyeing Samantha as she continued to check out JJ. “We arrived in the parking lot, only to find out we forgot our wallets.” Jennifer explained clearly still annoyed about what happened earlier. I look over at Samantha who returns an annoyed gaze at me.

“What? Planning on throwing another drink at me?” “Don’t tempt me.” She just rolls her eyes before returning her flirtatious gaze towards JJ. “So, when are you free from mowing lawns?” This fucking bitch. If looks could kill, she’d be dead. “Hate to break it to you, but I already have a girlfriend.” “Ditch her. I can give you so much more than her.” I should’ve thrown holy water on her horny demon ass instead. “Hard pass. Not only is my girlfriend the sexiest woman I’ve set eyes on, she’s also the most confident, intelligent, funniest, kindest and adventurous woman I have ever met. I knew I hit the jackpot when I got with her. You see I like to aim high; you missy are rock bottom and there’s no way you’ll ever make it to the top where my girl holds the crown.”

I think my heart just skipped a fucking beat holy shit. Someone call the doctor my heart just stopped, and while you’re at it, get the cops on the phone, my heart has just been stolen, I need to report a robbery. And with that, a now humiliated Samantha and surprised Jennifer leave the house. I didn’t hesitate to jump into his welcoming arms and kiss him with so much passion and happiness. "So, threw your drink on her?” He asked. “Shut up.” “So feisty.”

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bbtcocomau · 3 years

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cutiejoshi · 4 years

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responding to ur tags hehe ily hello 🥰🌸 yes indeed it is....almost over 👀👀👀 so i mean not much left to happen 😳 and also YES i love bubble tea so much hehe i like taro a lot and also lychee but recently i’ve been really into brown sugar roasted milk tea ?? what’s your like go to bubble tea order i’m very curious now 🤩

I’m actually so sad that it’s almost over like oF CouRse I’m emotionally attached to Swimming Fool now :’) who else is gonna break me and shuas heart at the same time 😔😔

AND YAYY BOBA BUDDIES EHEH 💫💕 and omg I love taro, it‘s definitely my go to order (with a lil bit of ice and 100% sugar 😌) - just when u think we couldn’t get any more similar :’) I also love Thai Tea and honestly anything matcha flavored hehe I’ll have to try brown sugar roasted milk tea 🤭 it sounds so yummy omg and lychee!! I like lychee but I never had lychee bubble tea oh my god gotta try it now 😌 but I haven’t been able to get any since quarantine so kinda sad :(

At first when I tried boba I really didn’t like the boba pearls :’) which is so weird because I love them now but I needed time for them to grow on me ajhdksks

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smells-like-tea-spirit · 4 years

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#8 Taste of Tea

Already had a bubble tea store in mind, I unexpectedly stumbled across this new bubble tea place so I might as well give this one a try first.

Taste of Tea is a proud brand from Sarawak, Malaysia, and its first unofficial franchise in Brunei is open in Aman Hills Shopping Centre.

Since it was my first time stopping by Taste of tea, I asked the employee for their signature and most recommended drink. But due to the current circumstances, the availability of drinks are limited for now.

Their menu items are indeed different than other boba stores. One drink caught my eye, it is the Honey Dew Milk Tea for $3.30. Since I was the first few customers during the soft opening of their store, the employee is generous enough to give my pearls for free!

Honestly, for a newcomer, the drink is really good! The combination of honey dew, milk and tea are odd yet they go so well together. However, their pearls were just ordinary but since I got them for free, I can’t complain.

When you first enter the shop, you will be amazed by their featured wall installation of bottle tops of various kinds. Although Taste of Tea has started its operation, the store is still under development.

But overall, it was a good short visit to the store. I am excited for their official launch soon and I wish them all the best!

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palgongteafinch · 5 months

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Unveiling the Enchantment of Milk Tea: An Extensive Handbook on Boba and Bubble Tea

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symmratgiftexchange · 6 years

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Satya Vaswani Smile

Hey @threepointonefourmakesxai ! I went and made you a fic based off of your request. Thank you so much for participating in this event! I hope you enjoy this and I hope you have a wonderful new year!

You can read your story either under the cut or over on my AO3!

Junkrat fucked up.

He didn’t know when exactly, or even how. But at some point this which for whatever the reason he fucked up things with Symmetra.

She was still working next to him in the labs. But she would hardly look at him! And when she spoke to him she was so clinical and curt. More so than usual. So much that it’d finally dawned on Junkrat that Satya was intentionally trying not to speak with him. That she was mad with him.

And Junkrat had no idea what he did.

Maybe a year ago he wouldn’t have cared. He definitely wouldn’t have worried over apologizing, he wouldn’t even bother with any of that nonsense. He would have just ignored the lady, brush her aside just as quickly as she was ostracizing him, call her another one of those stuffy suits, cause a few pranks to get a rise out of her then just… move on with his life.

But this wasn’t just some lame old suit. This wasn’t a faceless nobody who he’d just go on to forget. This wasn’t even the same woman he’d met when they first joined the team, a woman he assumed would always judge him and never see him as more than a criminal or a coward. This was Satya Vaswani, this was Symmetra. And ‘Metra had come to be one of the most precious people in his life. The only person who shared that title was Roadhog.

So if Symmetra was mad at him than he needed to figure out a way to win back her favor or die trying!

First he tried to figure out what the hell he even did wrong.

He was tempted to just go ask her but whenever he got close to Symmetra she’d either glower at him, or worse yet her face would stay completely neutral and she’d just raise a single eyebrow, as if daring him to take another step closer and see what would happen. And while not always the safest person on the Overwatch team he at least had enough self-preservation to know he ought to avoid Symmetra. At least until he had a plan of fixing whatever he did and apologizing.

So without knowing exactly what he did wrong, Junkrat began formulating a way to make things up to Symmetra. He started off by trying to think of all the sorts of things he knew the woman actually liked. In the time they’d come to know one another and even develop a relationship he’d learned there was a lot more to Satya “Symmetra” Vaswani than met the eye.

For example, everyone who was anyone knew she was an amazing architect but her fascination went much deeper. She adored art, especially in the 3rd dimension in all its forms such as sculpture, CGI and architecture. And it was more than just art appreciation of simply liking art a lot. For Symmetra that 3rd dimension was a special interest of hers. Going as far as to memorize the names of many great artists as a child and study their styles and inspiration. Even to this day if someone brought the subject up Symmetra could talk for hours on end about art. Many times Junkrat had gotten so caught he almost fooled himself into liking art too just because of how much passion Satya had for the stuff! And it was that dedication and good eye in Junkrat’s opinion that had helped Symmetra become an even greater architect. She didn’t just see boring towers waiting to be built in over-crowded cities. She saw art and beauty. She wanted to inspire people the way old artists had inspired her.

Also despite being such a regal, poised woman, Symmetra loved to stim. Junkrat had seen her fiddle with a few physical things before, a pen, an object she’d just built, but she stimmed the most with her hard light. It reminded Junkrat of a man he’d known back in Junkertown who would wind up old strings in his hand into all different kinds of shapes. Symmetra would do so with her blue lights, turning them this way and that until they created these different crystals or towers of interwoven triangles. Whenever she had down time, or felt nervous, or found herself trying to focus intently on a project, like clockwork her mechanical hand would begin glowing and she’d set off forming light structures. And while most of the time Symmetra’s stim shapes were just nonsense pattern’s that built nothing, sometimes Junkrat caught her making little intricate crystals or flowers.

She also loved tea, whenever the two of them went out to a café it was a given that while Junkrat got his boba, Symmetra would get her own cup of tea. Though unlike his own iced, half sweet brew, Symmetra preferred a cup of warm freshly-brewed stuff without any sort of milk or sugar. And while she usually got similar things, a few times when she claimed to want to “treat herself” she would order these special brews that came in a glass pot where you could watch as a flower slowly bloomed in the tea or little pearls of dry leaves would unfurl in a nice little showy display.

She also had a soft spot for kids. So worst comes to worst, Junkrat could bring a kid like Efi along with him to make sure Symmetra didn’t do anything rash in front of the children. She always wanted to make a good impression on kids, always acting polite and listening to what they had to say.

And while she wasn’t very good at caring for plants she still appreciated how they looked and their ability “to seem so simple but truly be so complicated on the cellular level” as she put it.

Oh, and even though it could make her homesick at times she still adored Bollywood. The music, the outfits and costumes, the dancing, the movies, all of it!

So at least Junkrat had that, now all he needed to do was figure out what pieces he could use to make things up to Symmetra.

Most of the things he could recall didn’t seem to fit together in any perfect pictures. However Junkrat was nothing if not an inventor. And it was his specialty to take small things that seemed like nothing to others and turn them into something they couldn’t ignore… usually bombs. But he knew that he could figure out how all these small pieces of Symmetra’s interests could fit together into something so great she would have no choice but to stop being mad at him!

Two days later he finally got something and was ready to show it to Symmetra, along with what he hoped would make a good apology.

Symmetra had been in the middle of creating a new model when Junkrat slid a cardboard box in front of her, disrupting her hard light.

“What is this Junkrat?” She asked in a humorless dry tone.

Trying not to lose his cool, Junkrat cleared his throat. “Uh, why don’t you open it up and find out?”

Sighing through her nose, Symmetra dispersed the light from her gauntlet and began unwrapping Junkrat’s gift. He’d done a quick sloppy job taping the box closed, Junkrat expected her to at least comment on the crummy job he did wrapping. But she didn’t say anything. She just continued to silently unwrap the box until she could finally pull the tabs apart and see what Junkrat had given her.

Inside was what could probably be best described as an oversized desk ornament. A shelf if you were feeling generous. Held together by a metal frame a few pedestals branched out from a base. Each branch seemed to be molded to look like shining towers in Utopaea, though rather than the shining silver and gold of the city these were made from a more rustic metal that had been painted orange and blue. And within each “tower” were different hollowed out spaces. Some of which were already taken up by packages of floral teas or little succulent plants. And scattered all about the little towers were photos and cut pictures. Some Junkrat had found of different cities Vishkar had constructed like Utopaea or Oasis, others that seemed to just be the more natural landscapes of India, but mostly there was pictures taken of their base in Gibraltar, and of all the people the pair now considered friends.

“Tah-dah!” Junkrat sang, making jazz hands. “A little something to remind ya of home!”

Symmetra was trying to keep their face neutral. But Junkrat had seen the look of surprise on her face as she’d taken the little city out of its box, and how that spark of joy had yet to leave her eyes as she ran her hand along the lovingly crafted towers, modeled after her own work.

“This is indeed a fine show of craftsmanship.” Symmetra said in a bored tone, not even her voice reflected that happiness Junkrat had seen in her eyes. But as she turned her head to Junkrat, she tried to remain serious. “What on earth prompted you to build such a thing?”

“Oh you know, I couldn’t help but notice you’ve been… eh, off these past few days. And I thought, I ought to make’ya something nice and… cheer you up?”

Symmretra raised an eyebrow, though she had yet to let go of the little city. “You spent all this time making this thing just to cheer me up?” She asked, repeating his own words.

“Also, I uh, I wanted to apologize.” Junkrat said nervously, hand subconsciously going to rub at the back of his head. He could hardly look at her and waited for the other shoe to drop.

“So yeah, I’m real sorry ‘Metra. About all… that?”

Whatever small look of happiness on Symmetra’s face seemed to instantly die as she looked at him directly. For a moment Junkrat was horrified that she was going to smash Junkrat’s gift on the ground but instead she set it down gently in the center of her workbench. Her constant, emotionless gaze however did little to make Junkrat feel any better.

“Tell me Junkrat, do you know why you’re sorry?”

And here it was. The moment Junkrat had been trying to avoid. He honestly had no idea what’d he’d done to piss her off. His best bet was he broke something on accident, but he couldn’t recall smashing anything recently. Plus everything in Symmetra’s side of the workshop seemed to be in good condition. His only other guess was that maybe she thought he smelled or something, but he’d been staying on top of his hygiene more recently. Besides that he had nothing. Absolutely nothing.

“Uhhhhhhh-”

All at once that calm exterior was dropped and Satya glowered at Jamison with a fire normally only left to the battlefield. “You completely humiliated me in front of my Vishkar associates!”

“Oh, that’s what that was? When the hell’d I do that?”

“Last Tuesday. I was in the middle of a call with my associates to update them on my work. And I’d explicitly asked that everyone stay out of the workshop while I made my call. And not only did you walk through! But you were completely shirtless and scratching yourself!”

Everything finally fell into place, Junkrat wanted to say something more thought-out but all that came out was “Ohhhhhhhhhh…”

“I can’t believe you!” Symmetra continued, massaging her temples. “After you left I was reprimanded for your lack of dress code, or professionalism of any sort! It was so humiliating!”

“Hey at least you weren’t the one runnin’around shirtless!” Junkrat tried to joke, the only reaction he got from Symmetra was another glare. Though she was already starting to lose that fire from moments before. “And Overwatch don’t even have a dress code. No one’s ever got on me case for not wearing shirts before.”

“I know, and there is no policies here on how to dress.” Symmetra agreed. “It’s just, I feel like as I’ve been here I’ve grown more lack with my own self-discipline… And my meeting was another harsh reminder that I still have responsibilities. A vision to uphold”

Junkrat frowned. “That sounds like Vishkar talk.”

“Well, I do owe them my entire career.” Symmetra argued. “My education… The opportunities they gave me. My whole life even.”

“Nah.”

“No?”

“I don’t agree with that.” Junkrat said. “I think no matter how you would’a ended up right here doing what you’re doing. Whether you got roped up with a fancy company or not.”

“But without Vishkar’s training I wouldn’t know how to manipulate hardlight.” Symmetra said.

“No, I mean bigger than that.” Junkrat continued. Reaching over to grab the little city he’d built her. “No matter how, you’d find a way to do what you do. Sure you can get trained or whatever but you got something bigger than all that. You got a mind. You got ideas and dreams. And you do what you do to make things happen. And you wanna help people. Like really help people.”

Symmetra said nothing, watching as Junkrat placed the city back onto her workbench, sliding it closer so she could see some of the pictures of their Overwatch team.

“So I’m sorry I made an ass of myself in front of those suites. But you know what? I don’t care about any of those blokes! And I don’t think you should either. Cause no matter what you’re already lightyears ahead of those bastards, no matter how they try to drag you down and make you feel bad!”

“You really think so?” Satya asked.

“Sure!” Jamison said, suddenly realize he’d gotten so loud as he talked that he was practically shouting.

But then, for the first time in days, Jamison saw Satya smile, and he knew everything he’d said and done had been worth it.

“Thank you Jamison…”

“Any time darl!”

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