#hot lemon water my love

[anachronistic-falsehood]

hiiiii jasonnnn hanging out in ur inbox bein annoying ^_^ sending u this like a postcard in the mail....is ur car surviving. is it comfy and cozy and warm. im still thinking abt arachno jessica

found this bizarre looking terribly reviewed r rated film Cube^2: Hypercube and it sounds kinda metal. cube 2: hypercube...............

HIIIIII ROS HI HI HI <3my car is thriving she is alive and well!!!! i let her run for twenty minutes and she should b all good 2 get me 2 work tomorrow 👍 I AM ALSO THINKIN ABT ARACHNO JESSICA i hope u liked the snippet i showed u earlier im so excited about herrrrr.... arachno jessica most important character in nhw <3 cube2 hypercube......... waow............ mentally adding this 2 my list of movies 2 watch i love badly rated movies <3

[the-gayest-tree-you-ever-did-see]

literally where would i be without vapor rub and menthol water pills

[jinwoosbabyboo]

“That’s Enough For You”

Taking care of the LADS Men when they’ve had a little too much to drink [Requested by: Anon]

Zayne

You managed to get Zayne to go on one of the outings with his coworkers. You forgot how much of a lightweight he is.

MC: Alright my love that’s enough for you *carefully pulls the glass from his hand*

Zayne: Can I have some of you?

MC: *Covers his mouth* Watch your mouth we’re in public

Zayne: That is none of my concern

MC: Well it’s of my concern let’s go

The bar wasn’t far from your apartment so you walked home hoping the cool night air would sober him up a little

Zayne: I love you

MC: I know you’ve told me 100 times just on the walk here

Zayne: because I love you

MC: I love you too now drink this

Zayne: What is it?

MC: Water

Zayne: Are you lying?

MC: Why would I give you more alcohol?

Zayne: The alcohol was bitter … your lips are much sweeter *leans in for a kiss*

MC: No kisses for you we need to get you out of these clothes first you spilled sake on yourself

Zayne: you can undress me whenever you want

MC:

Rafayel

Thomas: I told him to slow down on the lemon drops

MC: You know he doesn’t like when you tell him what to do

Thomas: I know ... he proceeded to yell ‘you never let me have any fun’ and run into the sea

Rafayel: I can hear you *Currently laying in the backseat wrapped in a towel*

MC: Go back to sleep … I’ll take it from here thanks Thomas

You drive him back home; stumbling through the doorway of his house and making your way to the bathroom.

MC: *starts taking his shirt off*

Rafayel: *slaps your hand* Hey! I’m taken are you trying to take advantage of me?

MC: I’m trying to get you out of these wet clothes before you get sick *grabs the hem of his shirt*

Rafayel: No! My girlfriend knows how to fight she’ll kick your ass

MC: I am your girlfriend and I’m about to kick your ass

Rafayel: *squints* My baby 🥹

MC: Yes it’s me now take off your damn clothes

Rafayel: Yes ma’am …. You’re so hot you know that?

MC: Yea I’m what dreams are made of now get in the shower

Rafayel: *pulls you in with him*

MC: If you weren’t drunk off your ass I’d slap fish flakes outta you

Rafayel: Don’t threaten me with a good time I’m already hard

MC: No your-*looks down* PUT IT AWAY

Rafayel: Believe me I want to put it somewhere

MC: Stop it

Xavier

MC: Get up

Xavier: mm mm

MC: Xavier

Xavier: mm mm

MC: You can’t lay in my lap like this all night can you even breathe

Xavier: I’m fine right here

MC: No you need to drink some water

Xavier: You have something I’d like to drink

MC: Yea this glass of water

Xavier: No I’m laying on it

MC: and you’re getting none because you’re drunk

Xavier: Pleaseeeee 🥺

MC: Fine sit up first

Xavier: *Excitedly sits up*

MC: *Grabs trash can*

Xavier: What’s that for?

MC: You’re about to throw up

Xavier: No I’m- *throws up into the trash can*

MC: *Rubs his back* And this is one of the many reasons why you need to sober up first

Xavier: *groans*

MC: Now drink

Sylus

Sylus: I’m going to marry you

MC: I know

Sylus: How did you know? Did the twins tell you?

MC: You already proposed Sylus

Sylus: and you said yes!?

MC: Yes I did

Sylus: Let’s fucking go what did I do to deserve you?

MC: You didn't drink like a fish .... Take your shoes off

Sylus: My wife already bossing me around I love it

MC: Ow Sylus I can’t hold your body weight use the wall

Sylus: Did I hurt you?

MC: Im fine

You manage to get him to the bedroom where he takes a seat on the edge of the bed

MC: Take this off *pulling his shirt*

Sylus: Can I take yours off too?

MC: No

Sylus: That’s hardly fair don’t you think

MC: I think you need to get undressed and lay down

Sylus: Will you lay down with me?

MC: If I say yes will you get undressed?

Sylus: *Nods*

MC: then yes

Sylus: Do you love me?

MC: Yes

Sylus: I mean wholeheartedly

MC: I love you Sylus ... with every fiber of my being

Sylus: I can die a happy man just hearing that

[lijoue]

ITALIA WORLD MOD PACK

Hello hello,

I've been working hard to create something really good to share with you. This is my most ambitious release yet, so I hope it was worth the wait!

ITALIA is a custom cc 'game pack' that transforms Tartosa into a beautiful Italian-inspired destination! Tartosa is my favourite world in the game, but I feel like it never gets any love because everyone hates My Wedding Stories. I want to help you fall in love with the beauty of Tartosa! If you don't have My Wedding Stories, there's plenty of base-game friendly items for you as well. There is A LOT of stuff in this pack (around 125 items).

Download Link & More Details on Patreon (early Access)

CORE FEATURES

Tartosa world override with new world lighting, buildings, trees, streetlights, functional objects, marketstalls, and decor.

New food & drinks (gelato, pasta, pizza, wine, and coffee!)

New custom-tuned functional objects to elevate your gameplay.

NEW FUNCTIONAL OBJECTS (custom tuning)

Picnic Blanket | Sit, eat, gaze at the sky, and even bathe in the moonlight. *DLC interactions require their respective packs (Lovestruck, Life & Death)

Beach Bathroom | Using this outdoor bathroom costs 1§ and restores hygiene & bladder without the uncomfy public bathroom buffs.

Beach Bag | Works like a dresser to change outfit on-the-go.

Cooler Bag | Stock with drinks & snacks. Functions like a picnic basket on blankets and picnic tables. Helps keep food fresh and fixes the picnic basket inventory to store up to 99 food and drink items.

Stovetop Moka Pot | Brew a quick pot of espresso from the countertop or stovetop.

Souvenir Stand | Purchase from a curated selection of art & objects. Includes items that are difficult to obtain in-game, as well as cc from two of my favourite creators bbygyal 123andPierisim. CC items will only show up in the shop if you already have the files in your Mods folder, so please check out their work if you haven't already! Sims can also purchase wearable souvenir t-shirts and baseball caps.

Gelato Stand | Purchase gelato, ice cream, and drinks.

Beach Stand | Purchase beach stuff, drinks, snacks, and souvenirs.

Coffee Stand | Purchase coffee and snacks

Park Fountain | Toss a coin in the fountain and have a seat. The XL version spawns butterflies.

Drinking Fountain | Wash hands or grab a drink of water with the infinitely refillable water bottle.

Nectar Bottle | Pour a glass of nectar. Includes 7 new nectar drinks and new custom buffs. Also includes in-game nectars from Horse Ranch, Dine Out, Bistro etc.

Classic Pool Float | Please download my mod Better Pool Floats for optimal experience.

Restaurant | Call a waiter to serve a curated menu of food & drinks. Sims in a rush can also order to-go (without a waiter).

NEW FOOD & DRINKS 

Nectar: Vigna Bianco, Sparkling Luminoso Bianco, Sparkling Luminoso Rosé, Rosa D'Amorosa, Amanti del Rosso, The Devil's Nectar, Bianco Spritz

Gelato: Pistachio, Pesca, Fragola, Bacio, Fior di Latte, Vanille, Caffè, Limoncello

Pasta: Carbonara, Spicy Carbonara, Spaghetti Alle Vongole, Cacio e Pepe, Spaghetti Marinara, Shrimp Spaghetti Marinara, Spaghetti Aglio e Olio

Snacks: Margherita Pizza, White Funghi Pizza, Fruit & Cheese Charcuterie Board

Cooler Drinks: Bottled Water, Aranciata Soda, Lemon Soda, Mojito Soda, Barbet Light Wave, Barbet Wild Card, Barbet Love Bite

Espresso: Caffe Latte, Cappuccino, Italian Hot Chocolate, Mocha, Macchiato, Americano

Download Link & More Details on Patreon (early Access)

[angelicgirlmj]

⋆⁺₊❅. an angels guide: winter beauty tips for inside and out ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

hi angels! here is a short list of all of my favourite tips for beauty and self care this winter. this is a fairly broad list so feel free to add your own or ask for more specifics! enjoy.

apply sudacrem or a thick cream to your face before bed (perfect for preventing redness and acne).

wear suncream daily still (winter sun is harsher than you realise!).

use a skin oil after moisturiser.

drink hot teas.

apply vaseline and body lotion to your feet then wear thick socks to bed.

use a silk pillowcase.

apply cuticle oil and hand cream.

use a hair mask weekly.

get sunlight every day.

use a humidifier.

drink green tea with honey and lemon (helps skin and immune system).

find some good vitamins that will help you in colder, wintery months!

eat more omega three fats.

ice face daily.

apply more moisturiser/switch to a thicker kind.

take warm baths.

exfoliate lips more regularly.

invest in a lip mask.

find a simple winter makeup routine.

eat warm meals and seasonal produce.

find a slow morning yoga routine.

find glowy products for that winter angel look.

wake up earlier to get more outdoor/sun time.

find a slow workout routine that targets every part of your body.

drink water with lemon and a pinch of salt every morning.

invest in adorable accessories to make your winter outfits cuter!

use thicker body lotions to prevent skin drying out.

oil pull weekly at least.

create a winter pinterest mood board!!

paint your nails weekly, try out clear coats or winter themed colours. Or if you are an acrylics person get them done every few weeks!

thank you for reading angels! happy winter <3

love, m.

[kxsagi]

hellooo ^_^ can u do bllk characters x s/o who doesn't get jealous? like they would be getting flirted with by some random and she would be like "woah.. that was really cute" with rin, kaiser, isagi and karasu pleasee

“𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥”

a/n: i made two separate scenarios for each guy because i just love how funny this idea is (i also have this urge to spoil you)

ft. itoshi rin, kaiser michael, isagi yoichi, karasu tabito

itoshi rin

SCENARIO #1

rin is used to girls flirting with him but not used to you being completely unfazed by it. 

you’re sitting next to him at a café when a girl leans over and says he’s cute and asks for his number. 

you sip your drink and go, “not gonna lie, she has good taste. if i didn’t get to you first, i probably would’ve hit on you too.” 

rin.exe has stopped working. 

“why are you saying that? she just flirted with me in front of you.” 

“and? you look hot. i get it.” 

he’s annoyed but his ears are red. like he doesn’t want you to get jealous, but he also doesn't know what to do with your casual approval. 

glares at the girl until she walks away. 

he’ll mumble a quiet “you’re the only one i want anyway” later, with his hand gripping yours tightly under the table.

SCENARIO #2

rin is not used to public affection or public flirting. 

so when a girl at the gym gives him a bottle of electrolyte water and goes “you’re really attractive,” he just stiffens up and stares at it like she handed him a live grenade. 

you, watching from the treadmill, go: “damn, that was smooth. she even picked the lemon-lime flavor. she’s good.” 

rin: blinking rapidly like an npc mid-dialogue load “why are you complimenting her?” 

“because if i were her, i’d be doing the same thing. look at you, hot and sweaty. peak romance anime moment.” 

he turns so red you almost feel bad. almost. 

“do you want me to be mad or something?” he asks.

“no. i want you to be hydrated and adored.” 

proceeds to drink the water angrily while looking at you like this is a trap. 

later, he corners you like, “you know i’m only interested in you, right?” 

you smirk and say, “i mean… she might’ve had a chance if i died tragically or something.” 

he walks away muttering “i hate you” but his ears are crimson.

kaiser michael

SCENARIO #1

oh he lives for jealousy so when you don’t give it to him? chaos. 

someone’s flirting with him after a match and you just nudge him with a grin like, “yo, she was cute. go get her number.” 

“... are you serious?” 

you nod. “what? it’d be a waste if no one appreciated your face.” 

“okay, but i want you to appreciate my face. where’s your rage? your heartbreak? the drama?” 

you raise a brow. “damn, you want me to cry over you? you’re so needy.” 

he pouts. actually pouts. and sulks. 

spends the whole day clinging to you like, “you’re supposed to be obsessed with me. why are you so chill. i don’t like this.” 

but he secretly loves how confident and secure you are. it drives him insane in the best way. 

still flirts harder with you just to win your attention back. 

SCENARIO #2

he thrives on attention, especially when it makes you a little jealous. 

but you? you are too powerful. 

some reporter touches his arm, giggles, and calls him charming. 

you, from the side: “honestly? that giggle was cute. i’d flirt with you too if i didn’t already have you locked down.” 

kaiser: 👁️👄👁️ “… pardon?” 

“like, she’s not even wrong. your jawline has range.” 

“okay but aren’t you supposed to threaten her with violence or something? like a normal girlfriend?” 

“nah, i’d probably ask for her skincare routine first. girl’s glowing.” 

he goes into a full existential crisis. 

next time a girl flirts, he interrupts her mid-sentence like, “i have a girlfriend and she will not fight you, but i will cry.” 

gets aggressively affectionate just to make you flustered. 

“if i start making out with you in front of people, will you finally get jealous?” 

“nah but go ahead. show 'em why i brag about you.” 

kaiser’s jaw drops. he’s never been so emotionally outplayed in his life.

isagi yoichi

SCENARIO #1

he’s too nice to brush people off harshly, so when someone flirts with him, he just laughs nervously. 

you catch the whole thing and casually say, “she’s not wrong though. your smile is unfair.” 

he turns bright red. 

“wait, you’re not mad?” 

“mad? i was admiring you too. you looked like a commercial boyfriend just now.”

he starts sweating. “what does that mean???”

the kind of guy who would start spiraling like “do i seem like i don’t care about you? do i not give you enough attention?”

you reassure him by throwing yourself on him dramatically like, “you’re my hot striker boyfriend. don’t worry.”

10/10 flustered, but now walks away from flirty girls faster because he wants compliments from you only.

SCENARIO #2

poor sweet isagi. he’s just trying to live his life. 

a girl at the grocery store compliments his biceps and he goes “haha… thank you…” in his polite baby deer voice. 

you peek over and go, “hey, i saw that. she’s brave. i respect it.” 

he turns so fast like “wait what? you’re not mad?” 

“no? did you see the way she looked at you? she was fighting for her life.” 

he gets so flustered and sad he drops the bag of apples he was holding. 

“do i… not give you enough attention? is that why you’re not mad? are you bored of me?”

now you’re confused like, “yoichi, it’s not that deep, you’re just hot.” 

starts overcompensating with compliments for the next 3 days straight. 

“you’re so beautiful. i love you. i only want you. you look so pretty today –” 

“love. it was just one girl. calm down.” 

“i just need you to know. i’m loyal like a golden retriever.” 

poor guy is suffering. you laugh every time someone flirts with him now just to see him spiral. 

karasu tabito

SCENARIO #1

he thinks you’re just joking at first. 

like some girl flirts with him and you go, “yo, she’s bold. i kinda ship it.”

karasu: 😐 “hello? i have a girlfriend?? that’s you???”

you shrug. “and i have eyes. you’re hot. can’t blame her.”

karasu is now trying to flirt with you just to get your attention back. 

“well, if you’re not jealous… maybe i’ll start flirting back.” 

“cool, i’ll rate it out of 10.”

“STOP???”

he’s so used to being the confident, teasing one but you flip the script so fast he short circuits. 

gets clingier every time someone flirts with him. won’t let you sit more than an inch away. 

tells people: “my girlfriend is too supportive, it’s terrifying.”

SCENARIO #2

thought it’d be funny when girls flirted with him in front of you. 

keyword: thought. 

some girl at the pool party gives him the old “if you ever get tired of her, call me.” 

you snort and go, “girl you’re bold. 10/10. i respect the hustle.” 

karasu, blinking: “HUH???” 

“i mean you are walking around shirtless. she shot her shot.” 

“do you want me to put a shirt on? you’re just gonna LET her say that?” 

“what do you want me to do, bite her? she’s not wrong.” 

man is spiraling. 

“okay but you like me, right? like, you think i’m cute?” 

“duh. i call you my sexy bird boy in my head all the time.” 

“… i– okay. okay yeah, that’s valid.” 

after that, whenever someone flirts, he just turns to you and waits for your reaction like “what’s the score? how’d she do?” 

one time you say “that was weak. i’d rate it a 6.” 

he gets so smug like, “damn right. only my girlfriend gets to flirt with me properly.”

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[riecoeur]

tender care.

pairing — husband!riize x reader summary — scenarios of each riize member as your husband, doting on you with love and care while you’re under the weather. warnings — mentions of sickness (fever, cold symptoms, fatigue), mild fluff overload, brief mentions of medicine.

📌 any feedback are appreciated, i’d love to know what you think of my first mini-series, request open or send ask → 💌🦕🩵 !

🏷️ taglist ; @strawbrryvyy

shotaro

shotaro’s presence is like a warm ray of sunshine. he’s been fluttering around the house all morning, determined to make you feel better.

“my poor baby, you look miserable,”

he says softly, his voice laced with sympathy as he tucks the blanket around your shoulders, making sure not a single draft can sneak in. he disappears into the kitchen, and soon you hear the clatter of pots and the faint sound of him humming one of your favorite songs. when he returns, he’s carrying a tray with a steaming bowl of porridge, a glass of water,

and a little dish of sliced fruit.

“i added some honey to the porridge, it’s good for your throat,”

he explains, sitting beside you on the bed. he scoops up a spoonful, blowing on it carefully before bringing it to your lips.

“open wide, love. you’ll be back to dancing with me in no time, i promise.”

his eyes crinkle into a smile as you eat, and he stays there, feeding you slowly, chatting about silly things to keep your spirits up.

eunseok

eunseok isn’t the type to fuss loudly, but his actions scream care. he’s been hovering nearby all day, his calm demeanor a steady anchor amidst your feverish haze.

“you’re burning up again,” he murmurs, pressing a cool, damp cloth to your forehead.

his touch is gentle but firm, like he’s done this a hundred times before. he sits on the edge of the bed, watching you with those sharp, attentive eyes, making sure you’re comfortable. every so often, he swaps out the cloth for a fresh one or refills your water glass without you even asking.

“don’t push yourself,”

he says when you try to sit up, his hand resting lightly on your shoulder to ease you back down.

at one point, he pulls a chair closer and just sits there, scrolling through his phone, but you know he’s keeping an eye on you. when you cough, he’s up in an instant, grabbing the cough syrup and measuring it out with precision.

“drink this, and no complaining, it’ll help,” he says, his tone soft but leaving no room for argument.

it’s quiet, unspoken love, and it’s exactly what you need.

sungchan

sungchan has made it his personal mission to turn your sickness into a full-on pampering session.

“you’re not lifting a single finger, okay? i’ve got this,”

he declares, his voice brimming with determination as he scoops you up from the couch, despite your weak protests and carries you back to bed. he’s tall and strong, and the way he cradles you makes you feel small and safe. once you’re settled, he disappears into the kitchen, returning with a mug of herbal tea that smells faintly of chamomile and lemon.

“it’s hot, so careful,”

he warns, blowing on it gently before holding it to your lips. his free hand brushes your hair back, and he watches you sip with a proud little smile. later, when you need to use the bathroom, he’s right there again, insisting on carrying you despite your embarrassed laughter.

“stop wiggling, you’ll make me drop you,” he teases, but his grip is steady.

by the end of the day, he’s sprawled out beside you, one arm draped protectively over your waist, whispering,

“that’s my strong wife, gonna kick this cold’s butt, right?”

wonbin

wonbin’s approach to caretaking is equal parts tender and playful. he’s perched on the edge of the bed, his guitar resting in his lap as he strums a soft, lazy melody.

“it’s healing vibes, trust me,”

he says with a lopsided grin, glancing over at you bundled up in blankets. every now and then, he pauses to lean over, handing you a tissue or popping a cough drop into your mouth.

“you’re still pretty, you know even with the red nose and sniffles,”

he teases, dodging your weak swat at his arm. when your fever spikes, he’s quick to grab a cold compress, pressing it against your skin with a gentle touch.

“don’t scare me like that,” he mutters under his breath, though his playful smirk returns when you groan about the chills.

later, he leans down to kiss your forehead, ignoring your half-hearted “you’ll get sick too” warning. “worth it,” he whispers, resting his chin on top of your head as he strums again, filling the room with quiet comfort.

seunghan

seunghan is in full-on nurturing mode, and there’s no stopping him.

“you’re drowning in blankets now, aren’t you?”

he laughs as he piles yet another one on top of you, ignoring your muffled giggles from beneath the heap.

“stop laughing, you’ll cough more!”

he scolds, but his eyes are warm, crinkling at the edges as he adjusts the pile to make sure you’re snug. he’s been bustling around all day, making soup from scratch, double-checking your medicine schedule, even setting up a humidifier he dug out of the closet.

when he brings the soup to you, he sits cross-legged on the bed, holding the bowl with a proud grin.

“taste it, i put in extra ginger for your throat,”

he says, spooning it carefully to your lips. he watches you eat, nodding in approval when you hum at the flavor.

“i’m not leaving your side till you’re 100% better,”

he declares, settling in beside you with a book, occasionally reaching over to rub your back when a coughing fit hits. his fussing is relentless, but it’s the sweetest kind of chaos.

sohee

sohee refuses to let your sickness dampen his need to be close to you.

“i don’t care if i get sick too,”

he insists, climbing under the covers despite your hoarse warnings. he props himself up on an elbow, gazing at you with those big, soft eyes as he brushes a strand of hair from your face.

“you look tired, rest, okay?” he murmurs, his voice gentle.

he’s been your personal assistant all day, handing you tissues, making sure you take your medicine, even brewing you a pot of tea he found in the back of the pantry. when your throat starts hurting, he grabs his phone and starts singing you a lullaby, his voice sweet and a little shy.

“it’ll help you sleep,”

he says between verses, pausing to pop a cough drop into your mouth with a small smile. he stays curled up beside you, his warmth seeping into your aching bones, and even when you drift off, you can feel his hand resting lightly on yours, a quiet promise he’s not going anywhere.

anton

anton’s a little out of his depth, but his effort is so earnest it melts your heart.

“okay, two teaspoons—wait, no, tablespoons? shoot,”

he mumbles to himself, fumbling with the medicine bottle in the kitchen. you hear a small clatter and a sheepish.

“oops, sorry, babe!”

before he shuffles back with a slightly sticky spoon and a glass of water.

“i think i got it right this time,”

he says, laughing nervously as he hands it to you. he sits cross-legged on the floor beside the bed, resting his chin on his hand as he watches you take it.

“feeling any better?”

he asks, his wide eyes hopeful. to distract you from the fever, he starts reading random facts off his phone,

“did you know octopuses have three hearts? oh, and they can change color!” his voice a comforting ramble.

later, he climbs onto the bed, hesitating before wrapping an arm around you.

“tell me if you need anything, okay? i’m not going anywhere,” he says softly, and you can tell he means it with every fiber of his being.

[honeytonedhottie]

wellness for the hotties⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🪞🎀

this is honey's updated wellness post for the girlies who love to romanticize their routines, listen to their bodies and take impeccable care of themselves. these r my routines and rituals that keep me glowing…💬🎀

LYMPHATIC DRAINAGE ;

lymphatic drainage massage has been an absolute GAME changer for me like OH MY GOSH?? and it literally takes no more than ten minutes a day and its lowkey like giving myself a massage 💕.

one thing i will say though, the order in which u drain is SO important so make sure to do it in the proper order. this is the lymphatic drainage massage that i do every single day, i rly love this one bcuz the doctor in the video actually explains it and shows u how to do it so i rly love it.

HOT OR NOT ;

so i drink hot drinks while eating and i drink cold drinks when im not. drinking warm drinks while eating/before eating help relax your stomach muscles and improve blood circulation to your digestive organs. and cold drinks cause blood vessels in your stomach to tighten, slowing down digestion. it also helps with other things like...

🫖 reduces bloating

🫖 helps with detoxification

🫖 gentle on ur throat and stomach

HOW TO MAKE A GINGER SHOT ;

so i own a juicer but assembling it and disassembling it is soo tedious and i'd rather just use my blender so im going to be talking about how i make ginger shots using a blender. all ur going to need are the following...

🌟 a few pieces of ginger (i usually just use one or two small pieces)

🌟 some water

🌟 cayenne powder if u want an extra kick (optional)

🌟 some lemon

🌟 strainer

and all u have to do is lightly peel ur pieces of ginger, dont worry about getting all the skin off but just get as much as u can off. put it into ur blender with some water and squeeze half a lemon into it before blending. next ur going to take ur strainer and separate the pulp from the juice and ur all done!

HOTTIES REPS ;

i always start all my workouts briskly walking for 30 minutes on the treadmill at an incline. i watch kimora lee simmon's life in the fab lane show while i do this because each episode is around 30-40 minutes so i keep myself distracted. or if im feeling for something different i'll go on the elliptical instead of the treadmill.

at the moment... the workouts that im doing consistently everyday are 10 minute waist + tummy workout, 10 minute hourglass abs workout, 5 minute stomach vacuum, 5 minute abs and small waist pilates workout routine, 5 minute everyday pilates lower abs for abs. and then for booty i love to do 12 minute booty workout (with resistance bands or weights), and 10 minute bubble butt burnout. now for my arms and back i do 10 minute slim back & better posture, 5 min slim and toned arms workout, and 8 minute victorias secret angel arms. if u guys want more on working out and stuff i can make a post on that too!

MENTALLY MOISTURIZED ;

i've been consistently journaling for about three years now and its been fabulous. i can get all my thoughts out onto paper and not feel like im carrying a million pounds of stress on my head. i feel overwhelmed a lot because i do SO much and journaling has really helped me.

also i have a super fabulous therapist who helps teach me how to ground myself, and just take care of myself better so shes great. if u can't have a therapist right now, journaling is great... and between me and you... chat gpt makes a great therapist.

i love meditating every now and then when i feel like i wanna just immerse myself in my brain, another thing i do to keep a good mental space is digital detoxes. every other week i get off of tiktok and it has been SO great for me. i also don't use my phone in the mornings because i just need time to get ready and have a screen free morning, its rly so pleasant. if im sad, i cheer myself up with shopping.

SIP PRETTY ;

i follow this one girl on youtube, i'll link her right here ❤︎ but she has amazing juicing recipes and healthy lifestyle content in general that rly inspires me. i make the same juices she does and they taste generally good and are good for you. i like to make juice once a week, maybe twice. whenever i feel like i need it essentially.

IN BED BY 9... GLOWING BY 8 ;

SLEEP IS A NON NEGOTIABLE. even if u eat super healthy and workout everyday, if ur not sleeping enough it's like shooting yourself in the foot! you need ur beauty sleep. sleep is when your body heals, resets, and literally glows up from the inside out. it helps balance your hormones, support your metabolism, and keep your skin clear and glowing. not to be dramatic but… no amount of eye cream or green juice can fix chronic exhaustion. and thats the real gag.

FEET UP THE WALL POSE ;

when u elevate ur legs, ur letting gravity do all the work for you. draining lymph, reducing swelling, and boosting circulation. it’s perfect after a long day or when you’re feeling puffy and need a moment of calm.

CYCLE SYNCING ;

so there are four menstrual phases. luteal (before period, when u start to feel sluggish) menstrual (during ur period) follicular (after ur period so improved mood and brain function) and ovulation (ur feeling confident, like the summer of ur body). the way i incorporate cycle syncing is just, during my luteal phase i won't over-stuff my agenda bcuz ik i get super sluggish and cranky.

i also make sure to pour into myself during the menstrual and luteal phases. i plan my bigger projects during follicular and ovulation. i plan my workouts accordingly too, and set aside extra time for rest. i eat a lot of soups during my period -> red meat and fermented foods during follicular -> fibrous foods during ovulation -> and healthy fats and chocolate during luteal.

its super simple! and to make it simpler think of it like seasons. ur menstrual phase is the winter -> follicular is the spring -> ovulation is summer -> and luteal is fall.

to finish off this post, start noticing what drains you, what fills your cup, and having the self-respect to choose what’s good for you…💬🎀

[luveline]

could you do prince steve casually letting "i love you" slip for the first time on accident during like the most random moment

like maybe he knows he loves her and he’s stressing trying to figure out how to tell her and it slips and he starts rushing out an explanation on how it wasn't supposed to happen that way (and she’s probably freaking out lol but trying to keep it together)

prince steve soulmate au | ty for requesting!

Steve’s laying on a hammock hung between two apple blossom trees behind the royal cabin when you track him down that evening. He doesn’t usually spend time away from you, which sounds weird, but he’s just been so friendly. 

Maybe on a high of finding his soul mate. Maybe because he really thinks you’re as beautiful as he suggests. You still have the memory of you both in your finery, all those jewels and silks, standing across from one another in front of a crowd of strangers as he mouthed, “You look so beautiful.” Emphatically. Like he really meant it. 

“Hi,” you say shyly. 

“Oh, hey,” he says, lifting his head, the hammock rocking slightly in the breeze, “come over here.” 

“Where have you been?” you ask. 

“How clingy of you.” 

“Sorry, just… you’ve spent every minute of the day with me for the last two weeks…” 

His smile turns serious. “I’m kidding! Kidding, and offended it took so long for you to come find me. Come over here.” 

You cross the garden, green grass and small purple daisies crinkling under your feet. You stop by his hammock, but he gestures for you to keep coming. 

“What, you want me to lay down with you? Can that support both of us?” 

“Sure it can, could you quit worrying?” He holds his arms out. 

Getting into a hammock isn’t as easy as he seems to think, but perhaps he’s used to it. You’re not, and you struggle despite his arms out for you, and the leg he plants to stop the whole thing from tipping as you climb in. 

You laugh nervously the whole time, but then you’re in the hammock with him, soft fabric under your backs. You curl into him instinctively. The lemon sconce near the cabin flickers as another breeze kisses your naked arms, but Steve is warm. 

“Wow,” you murmur, looking up through the apple blossoms, “you can already see so many stars.” 

“I know.” You grin as he wraps his arm around your shoulders, under your neck like a cushion. His nose turns to your cheek. You’re hardly ten minutes like that when he talks again, “I love you, you know?” 

You clam up with surprise. Breath pulled out of you on a fishing line, turning to see his face. He’s not messing with you. 

His face falls. “Oh, stars, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to– I mean, I meant to, I do love you, not that you have to tell me you love me.” He bites his tongue and starts again. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to thrust it on you like that, I’ve just been thinking it, and I thought there isn’t a better time to tell you because I feel it a lot but that’s not fair. So you don’t have to tell me you love me, or even acknowledge it.” 

Steve squeezes your arm but looks away. “Don’t acknowledge it, actually. That’s my mistake.” 

“I love you too,” you say.

He smells like water chestnuts and heat, his hair permed with hot curlers, and he’s beautiful. He smells nice, tastes sweet as he leans in to kiss you slowly. Pear drops, his guilty pleasure.

You don’t know what to think as his lips part against yours. He sucks in a warm breath. “You do?” he asks, running the backs of his knuckles down your cheek. 

“Mm,” you hum, half a laugh as his touch turns ticklish down your neck, “I do, I love you.” It’s new, but it’s definitely love.

He turns you back in for a slew of slow kissing, only stopping when a rough breeze tips apple blossom petals into your arms. 

“You’re being attacked,” he whispers. It doesn’t feel like it. 

[chibinasuu]

Sanji x Reader ― sick day; hot drinks

part of the cozy holidays event

🎁 ― @kyllium tags: sfw, pure fluff, GN!reader, no use of y/n

Chopper declared this morning that you had come down with a case of the common cold. 

The little doctor had prescribed you some of his homemade remedy and a full day of bed rest, quarantined in the infirmary so you wouldn’t spread the virus to the crew.

Well, it was unfortunate that the Sunny’s infirmary had a connecting door to the kitchen, and that a certain cook couldn’t care less about the concept of quarantine, much to Chopper’s dismay. 

“I’ve never been sick before in all my life,” he had claimed as he served you some warm ginger tea earlier, “A cold’s not gonna affect me.”

Since then, the cook had returned twice more, each time bringing a steaming mug with him – first a relaxing freshly-whisked matcha, then a soothing hot lemon with honey. 

As if on cue, you heard a soft knock, accompanied by a muffled voice from behind the door, “Sweetheart, are you asleep? Can I come in?”

You were used to Sanji pampering you, but he somewhat became around ten times fussier whenever you were sick. You sighed but smiled fondly anyway, “Come in, Sanji.”

He poked his head in, carrying a tray with yet another steaming mug, along with a carafe of room-temperature water.

“Sanji, seriously?” You chuckled, “More drink?”

His face flushed red, “Chopper said you need lots of fluid.”

“At this rate, I’m gonna have to use the restroom every five minutes.” You joked, your voice a bit nasal due to your stuffy nose. 

“Oh, do you need to go?” He sounded genuinely concerned, “I can carry you upstairs to the bathroom.”

“No.” You laughed, “I’m not bedridden, you know. It’s just a little cold, I’ll be good as new tomorrow.”

He looked unconvinced as he carefully set down his tray on Chopper’s desk. He refilled the glass of water on your bedside table as he asked, “How are you feeling?”

“I’m alright,” You answered, but was interrupted by a series of poor-timed sneezes, “Okay, less alright than usual, but it’s not that terrible. More annoying than anything, really.” 

“So, what do you have for me this time, then?” You asked as he finally handed you the mug. Orange slices and cranberries were swimming in the lovely amber liquid inside. You caught a whiff of spices emanating from it, even through your blocked nose. 

“Mulled cider!” His eyes sparkled, as they do whenever he was talking about his delectable creations in the kitchen. He rolled Chopper’s swivel chair next to your bed and sat down while he told you about the drink, “I toasted the spices – just some nutmeg, allspice, cloves, star anise, cinnamon – then I poured in some apple cider and let it simmer. Oh, and of course throw in the oranges and cranberries at the very end, et voilà!”

He grinned, “Really simple to make, but amazingly delicious. It’s my favorite winter drink.”

You doubted it was that simple to make – the names of all the spices he listed already left your brain – but you didn’t doubt that it was a walk in the park for the best cook you knew. 

You took a sip and sighed in contentment as the warm liquid slid down your scratchy throat, “This is divine, Sanji. Thanks.”

Sanji’s smile widened at your compliment. There was nothing he loved more than seeing people enjoy the foods and drinks that he made. 

You were glad for Sanji’s company as you slowly drained the mug. You were starting to get antsy from being confined to the infirmary all day.

You asked him about the new pasta recipe he had been testing. He asked what you wanted for dinner. You teased him and asked about what kind of drink he was going to bring you next. 

Sanji was telling you about how he caught Luffy trying to break into the fridge’s lock (again) this afternoon, when he stopped mid-sentence, “Sorry, I should let you rest.”

You shook your head. You enjoyed talking with him. In fact, you could listen to him talk forever. But a yawn betrayed you, and you realized how sleepy you actually were – maybe it was a side effect of the medicine. 

“Well, you should sleep if you want to get better quickly.” He patted your head, “Do you have enough water?”

“Yes, you literally just topped off my glass.” 

“Have you taken the medicine Chopper gave you?”

“Yeah, I think around half an hour ago.” 

“Are you cold? Do you need more blankets?”

“No, I’m good.”

“Do you–”

“Sanji.” 

“Sorry, sorry. I’ll leave now.” 

He started to get up from the chair, but you caught the sleeve of his suit. You didn’t know why you did it – you just suddenly didn’t want him to leave yet. 

You felt heat rising to your cheeks, “Actually, can you stay until I fall asleep?”

He smiled softly as he sat back down, “Sure, angel.”

You laid down fully on the bed and Sanji tucked you in, pulling the blanket up to your chin. 

You fell asleep to Sanji’s fingers in your hair and his soft humming of a lullaby.

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[soleauclub]

The 5 Breakfasts That Keep Me Snatched and Sane

by Soleau Club

Breakfast can either set you up to be that girl or leave you bloated, crashing, and wondering why you’re emotionally spiraling by 11 a.m. I’ve done the trial and (digestive) error, and these are the five breakfasts that never play me. They keep my waistline tight, my blood sugar cute, and my vibe high.

Here’s what’s actually on my morning menu when I want to feel full, hot, and hormonally unbothered:

1. The Glow Bowl

This is my ride-or-die smoothie bowl. It’s creamy, filling, and tastes like dessert in a tropical spa.

What’s in it:

Frozen zucchini (trust me)

Wild blueberries

A scoop of plant protein

Almond milk

Chia seeds + flax for fiber

Topped with coconut flakes, cacao nibs, and bee pollen if I’m feeling extra

Why I love it: It’s high in antioxidants, low in sugar, and keeps me from attacking a croissant an hour later. My skin glows after this.

2. The Blood Sugar Babe Breakfast

Think protein + fat + fiber. She’s here to protect your hormones and keep your hunger drama-free.

Go-to combo:

Pasture-raised eggs (scrambled in olive oil)

A slice of grain-free toast or sautéed sweet potatoes

Avocado with chili flakes and lemon

Microgreens if I’m feeling like a wellness influencer

Why I love it: Zero crash, maximum glow, and I stay satisfied for hours. This is what I eat when I need to feel stable.

3. Hot Girl Porridge

This isn’t your grandma’s oatmeal. This is an adaptogen-packed, gut-loving moment.

What’s in it:

Gluten-free oats cooked with almond milk

Collagen powder stirred in while it’s warm

Cinnamon, maca, and ashwagandha

Topped with almond butter, hemp seeds, and sliced banana or pear

Why I love it: It balances me. Period. If I’m PMS-ing, bloated, or just over it, this brings me back.

4. Lazy Wellness Toast

For when I want to eat like a hot girl but I also have 6 minutes and zero patience.

What’s on it:

Sourdough or gluten-free toast

Cottage cheese or ricotta

Sliced peaches, figs, or strawberries

A drizzle of honey and sprinkle of cinnamon

Why I love it: It’s quick, it’s cute, and it’s secretly packed with protein. I eat this while doing my skincare in robe-core mode.

5. The Pilates Girl Juice & Protein Moment

Sometimes I’m not hungry-hungry, but I need something before reformer class.

What I do:

Celery + cucumber + lemon juice or watermelon + mint

A scoop of protein powder shaken with water or almond milk

Maybe a hard-boiled egg or two if I’m feeling extra

Why I love it: It’s light, energizing, and doesn’t weigh me down. Perfect pre-movement fuel that still keeps me feeling lean and focused.

Your breakfast doesn’t have to be boring, complicated, or bloating. These five keep me feeling snatched, sane, and main character ready from the jump.

Follow @soleauclub for more high-vibe wellness rituals that feel as good as they look.

[goosewriting]

I would just like to say…

your blog theme is adorable! 😌

How do you think Joaquin would react to a reader who is sick/stressed (maybe both!) who is refusing to rest? I definitely could see him being worried. Thank youuu!

Joaquín Torres x sick!reader [headcanons]

relationship: Joaquín Torres x gn!reader

warnings: mention of being sick and medication, fluff

word count: ~500

A/N: tysm c: the whole goose thing started as a joke but i kinda went with it and it took on a life of itself lmao thank you for requesting! this one sounded perfect for a headcanon list to me so it’s a bit shorter than usual, hope you still like it :D

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→ sick!reader who refuses to rest (established relationship)

You’ve probably been sniffling for a couple of days already, with an occasional cough here and there, telling Joaquín you’re fine when he asks if you’re feeling well.

He doesn’t want to be overbearing or treat you like you can’t take care of yourself when you tell him you’re fine.

But he does small things like bring you an extra cup of tea with honey and lemon, or cook chicken soup for dinner that his abuela used to make for him.

One day he comes home and finds you half hanging from the couch, your face hot from your fever that you’ve been ignoring. You were folding the laundry but passed out mid-task.

That’s when he takes matter into his own hands.

He picks you up and brings you to bed, tucks you in.

He takes your temperature, brings you ibuprofen and plenty of water.

If you’re really sick, he’ll ask for a day or two off work to drive you to the doctor and take care of you.

When you’re resting at home and he catches you out of bed, he’ll just take your shoulders, turn you around, and guide you back. 

If he gets exasperated at how stubborn you’re being, refusing to let him take care of you, you might hear a string of curses in Spanish; that’s when you know he’s actually starting to get frustrated, so you better stay in bed or he’ll get the chancla 🩴 

I headcanon Joaquín’s main love languages to be words of affirmation and acts of service, closely followed by physical touch.

So let him take care of you!!! It’s one of the ways he shows how much he cares.

And he actually loves taking care of you.

When the meds start to kick in and you’re not in pain anymore but still slightly delirious from your fever, you might mumble really cheesy stuff, telling him how much you love him. 

And he actually loves that. He lets you ramble, spurring you on to continue saying the corniest things, and he eats it all up. He might even bring it up again after you’re healthy again, repeating some of the things you said back to you, and you’ll bury your face in his chest with an embarrassed groan while he laughs, endeared. 

Also, expect lots of forehead kisses while you’re in bed! He says it’s to control your temperature, but really he’s just dying to kiss you for real again.

You don’t let him though, not wanting to pass on whatever virus got you.

Also, you can absolutely take advantage of him being extra attentive, asking for extra snacks, and he’ll bring them right away.

He just wants you to know that you can count on him, and that you are loved 🥺 

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[bringmeanangel]

Tons of Germs

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Warning: None. Maybe just too gosh darn adorable. Synopsis: Reader is home sick and Spencer comes to take care of her.

A/N: This popped in my head and I had to share.

You were lying on the couch, Kleenex spilled out of the trash, you felt miserable. There was a cold going around and you caught it.

You had gotten nice and cozy on the couch, with your big blanket and prepared to stay there forever.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. You sighed, groaning as you stood. You peered through the peephole and there he was...

The world's greatest boyfriend. Spencer had texted you that they were home from the case and you let him know you were sick.

"Go away" you said, not opening the door.

He chuckled "open the door, love"

"No. You hate germs and I've got tons of them"

"Angel" he cooed, your favorite nickname of his. "Open the door please"

"Okay, but I warned you Mister!" your tone was teasing, but a hint of seriousness.

When the door opened Spencer was met with your pale face. Your nose was red, you were in your sweatpants and oversized t-shirt. You looked exhausted.

He looked at you sympathetically and you took a step back to let him him.

"My poor girl." he soothed.

He made his way to the kitchen, taking a quick glance at the set up you made in the living room. He placed the bags that he had down on the counter.

"You brought me things" you sounded hopeful and he looked at you, smiling softly and nodded.

"I did. More ginger ale, those plain chips you like to eat when you're sick and some chicken soup from the cafe down the street."

"With the little little dumplings instead of noodles" you looked almost child like and he nooded.

"Yes, love. With the dumplings."

He reached a hand out and placed it on your forehead. He furrowed his brow for a moment, and then removed his hand, quickly going to wash them.

"You feel warm, but it's not a fever" he said. "Why don't you go draw yourself a nice bath, with some eucalyptus and I will bring the soup in there."

"Oh, special treatment." you teased, before turning away from him and coughing into the crook of your elbow. "You should just go." you whined, looking defeated.

"I'm not going to leave you like this. That wouldn't be very nice of me, would it?" he smirked and you shook your head pouting a bit.

"It would not."

"Go, get your bath ready. These dirty clothes in the hamper, I'll take care of everything."

"You're going to do my laundry?" you questioned, raising your eyebrow and he laughed.

"No. You're very particular about that. You'll feel better in new clothes. Now go."

It was no secret, you were so thankful that he had come by tonight. You were feeling so crummy and really wanted him here to help you.

You started your bath with some eucalyptus and then made your way to your bedroom to get out of your clothes. You threw your hair up to get it out of the way.

While you were doing all that, Spencer put the kettle on to make you some hot water with lemon and honey. He changed the garbage can in the living room, sprayed some Lysol around too.

He then washed his hands, grabbed a bowl and got your soup ready. When he walked towards the bathroom, he saw that the door was ajar.

He lightly pushed it open and saw you relaxing in the bath. Your face lit up when you saw the soup.

You had a nice tray that fit perfectly for the bathtub. He placed the bowl and and spoon on the tray that you had ready.

"I'll be right back, angel. I've made you a drink and I'll get you some fresh clothes, then I'll help wash you." you chuckled a bit.

"Spencer, it's just a cold."

"Just let me take care of you."

"Okay. Thank you for my soup. I think you like me."

"I think I love you. Be right back."

A few minutes later you were carefully eating your chicken and dumping soup. Spencer had brought you the warm drink and grabbed an oversized sweatshirt and some pyjama pants for you.

"How's the soup." he asked, rolling up his sleeves.

"Mmm. Thank you" you beamed up at him and he smiled wide.

"Good."

When you were done eating and drinking, he put the bowl and cup on the counter while you moved the tray to the end of the bathtub.

He knelt back down, grabbing a washcloth and dipping it in the water and started washing your back.

You brought your knees to your chest, wrapping your arms around them and resting your head on your knees, content.

"Feeling better?" he whispered and you hummed happily. "Sweet girl, don't fall asleep on me just yet." he soothed.

"Feels good. Too sweaty." you mumbled.

"Yeah. This always helps." he agreed.

Once he had washed the sweat off of you. He grabbed your big towel and helped you out of the bath. You held onto the counter as he dried you off.

He got you dressed in your Pyjamas and carried you to your bed.

"M'sleep now?" You mumbled out

He kissed your temple "yes, angel. You can sleep now"

[anantaru]

a/n. ✩ ˛˚ . i am currently sick and wanted to write something sweet, enjoy my loves while I'm drowning myself in hot lemon water, gn! reader

neuvillette likes to buy you flowers.

he doesn't necessarily have a favorite type of flower that he likes to purchase for you, because to him, it's the plant itself that reminded him of you.

for one, when he looks outside the window to catch the neat, sprouting garden outside your home, the sun rays shimmer gently along the various petals, rainbow roses stretching and slowly opening its eyes to the soft tickle of warmth.

to neuvillette, it felt the same as when he hears your voice whisper a honey-like "good morning" first thing during sunrise, and he wishes he could explain to you just how much the sound of your voice gave him butterflies and hope.

one part of him was on fire when you begin to smile as you realize he had bought you a bouquet full of blossoming lumidouce bells again.

to neuvillette, your grateful smile was resembling a warm gesture that was widely manifested in a garden scented with the fragrance of nectarous flowers, various plants going crazy when they receive the warm affection of the sun.

now, the man was calm and peaceful knowing that you liked them and that when he wasn't here with you, there was at least something that would always remind you of him.

you move towards him, slanting close, settling on his lap, and it makes his heart skip a beat when you leisurely wrap your arms around his neck to pull him into a quick kiss— because you see, every time he connects with you physically, neuvillette felt like you were a piece of him that had been missing perpetually.

neuvillette moves his tongue gently until you forget yourself into his trace, savoring the moment as he runs a finger along your thigh. you shift your hips a little to move closer, a wave of felicity shielding your bodies before the man decides to break the kiss as to catch his breath.

restraining his bliss for a moment, the iudex reminds himself that work had been awaiting him.

he takes your hand and squeezes it gently, "i assume you like the flowers?" as he questions lightly, even though he fully knew the answer to his own questioning— yet his mellow voice was so full of passion like it was attempting to burst his lungs, unable to exclaim the deep gratitude he felt.

you snicker back, quite absorbed in watching him blush vividly after one kiss, "you ask if i like them? i love each and every one of them," you continue, sounding sweet to his ears, "thank you, i will take care of them while you're gone,"

your gentle lips pass a smile, and you admire his eyes, see and notice how they had been cosseting your own.

this love, it wasn't like one you had encountered in the past— because the one you shared with neuvillette was an union of souls and hearts and minds, not something you could put under a microscope and understand immediately, because simply put, it was too complex for that, strong and unbreakable.

pure love, like a liquid which descends from the clouds in rain with your body feeling different— bouncier, more energetic.

feeling happy.

©2024 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify, claim as your own

[paperultra]

aries and the turtle.

Pairing: OPLA!Vinsmoke Sanji x Fem!Reader Word Count: 1,169 words Warnings: None

asterism (noun): a group of stars; a constellation; a cluster of stars

The first thought that comes to Sanji’s mind when he sees you curled up on the kitchen floor, rummaging through the box of herbs and spices, is that you’re the single most beautiful creature he’s ever laid eyes on.

“Darling,” he says softly, leaning against the doorframe and smiling a bit when you startle, “you could’ve woken me up if you wanted a midnight snack.”

“O-Oh! Um.” Your voice colors the gentle calm of night into something warmer – and like always, he’s drawn to it like a moth to a flame, walking over and squatting down next to you as you scramble to put back a jar of paprika. “I’m sorry, Sanji, I – er, well, um …”

“What are you looking for? I’ll help you.”

Under the yellow glow of the lantern, you seem to shrink. You duck your head and mumble into the collar of your pretty nightshirt. “That chamomile and lavender tea you made a couple nights ago …” you begin hesitantly. “I wanted to make some.” Your voice quiets further. “I can’t sleep.”

Sanji frowns, angling his head to catch a glimpse of your face. You do look a little more haggard than normal, your eyelids heavy, your shoulders burdened. His heart aches. How long had you laid in your hammock, tossing and turning, until you couldn’t stand it anymore?

“I see,” he murmurs. “Let’s make that tea right away, then, shall we?”

Sanji quickly finds the flowers and some lemon rinds he had sun-dried last week. You insist on helping at least a little bit despite his protests for you to just relax, fetching two teacups and setting some water on the stove to boil as he measures the right amount of each ingredient to put into the infuser.

Once the water is ready, steam billowing up past your heads and to the ceiling, he pours it into the teapot and covers it to steep.

(You don’t say anything while the two of you wait, and although Sanji yearns to coax a smile and a sweet conversation from you, he contents himself with the silence as well, which is just as sweet. You sneak glances at him every once in a while, though. He knows because he does the same, and the attention sends a thrill through his chest.)

Time passes. He pours the tea – first for you, then for him.

“Tell me when.” The silence breaks once more as Sanji spoons some honey into your cup.

“That’s good.”

He stirs the tea up, hands it to you. You blow across the top of it and then take a sip as he watches attentively.

“How does the madam like it?” he asks.

You exhale and meet his eyes for a split second before quickly looking away. A small smile touches your lips. “It’s perfect,” you reply from behind the cup. “Thank you, Sanji.”

Warmth stains his cheeks a gentle pink.

“The sky is clear tonight,” he ventures hopefully as he adds two teaspoons of honey for himself. He picks up his cup and gestures at the open door. “Stars and tea pair well together, if you have an appetite for it.”

You bite your bottom lip. His gaze immediately darts down to it, and he swallows, throat suddenly dry.

“Sure,” you whisper.

And so Sanji gains another precious sliver of time with you. Elbows resting on the railing, hot tea and your presence protecting him from the cold, he stands out on the deck of the Going Merry and tilts his head back to look up at the sky.

He knows how much you love the stars. They are one of the few topics you can talk about without your usual shyness, and he thinks of you every time he sees them, pinpricks of pure light shining through the darkness, guiding weary sailors home. Sometimes he thinks you must have been one yourself, carried down from the heavens. Ethereal. Out of reach.

“This time of year,” you say, and Sanji turns his attention over to the stars reflected in your eyes, “you can see my constellation.”

“Yours?” he questions.

“Yes. Those three stars over there.” Your arm stretches out to point at something on the left, your finger tracing an arc in the sky. “In my home village, parents dedicate their newborns to a constellation three days after birth. Mine dedicated me to the turtle.”

A turtle. That fits you incredibly well, he thinks to himself fondly, considering your quiet tenacity. “How come?”

“Turtles represent good luck and a long life.”

“I see. Well, do you think you’ve had good luck so far in life?”

You hum thoughtfully, looking down into your tea.

“I think so,” you say after some time, hushed. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

A chuckle escapes him. “I would argue that you’re the one who’s brought good luck to us, sweetheart.”

You bite back a smile and whisper a small ‘oh’ as he gently bumps your shoulder with his own. Even now, you’re unused to compliments, but no matter; he’ll praise you at every turn until you finally realize you deserve every word of it.

There’s a brief period of silence before he asks, “What do you think my constellation would be?”

“Your constellation?” It doesn’t take long at all before you reply, pointing upward into a spread of stars that he could never even begin to puzzle out, “The ram. Some call it Aries.”

“What does it mean?”

This question seems to fluster you. You cough and stammer for a few seconds. He sips his tea, the beverage sweet and floral on his tongue as he waits.

“Rams … are artists at heart,” you finally say, glancing over at him. Your eyes, normally wary and somber, glitter. “They’re strong and passionate, but also gentle and kind.”

Oh.

Sanji can feel a blush creeping up his neck to his cheeks. God. Surely, you’ll be the death of him, saying something like that so honestly and with eyes that look like that. He’d move heaven and earth for you if you asked.

“I’ll dedicate my life to living up to those qualities,” he breathes once he can speak again. “Just as much as you’ll live up to yours.”

You take a sharp breath.

“You already do,” he hears you whisper.

And Sanji truly, truly cannot resist anymore.

Your name leaves his lips. He reaches out, hand departing from the dying heat of the teacup and seeking out yours.

You do not pull away when his fingertips brush your cool skin over the railing; instead, you let him turn your hand over until palm touches palm, until the spaces between his fingers are filled with your own and his heart beats to the rhythm of yours.

Sanji squeezes your hand, and every cell in his body begs to falter and fall at your feet.

You rest your head on his shoulder.

The tea cools. But the stars remain as brilliant as ever, and your hand stays warm in his, and everything – everything is beautiful.

[kxsagi]

*Pokes my head through your window* Good morning, may I request: Blue Lock boys with a Reader who insists they drink the homemade herbal tea she made first thing in the morning.

Characters: Chigiri, Yukimiya, any other characters you want

Because seriously, why did Chigiri or Yukimiya never consider TCM as an option?

“𝐬𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫”

a/n: i think yuki, reo, rin, and sae would def be into tea

ft. chigiri hyoma, yukimiya kenyu, mikage reo, karasu tabito, kaiser michael, itoshi rin, itoshi sae

chigiri hyoma

he blinks at the mug like it insulted his entire bloodline. 

“what did you say this was made of again?” 

you cheerfully answer, “dandelions, licorice root, and love!” 

he only heard “dandelions” and “root.” the love part did not save it. 

drinks it like it’s poison and glares at you over the rim the whole time. 

“you know i already have good hair, right? i don’t need... lawn clippings in a cup.” 

he’s so dramatic. clutches his stomach every time like he’s waiting to collapse. 

but refuses to skip a day because you always beam at him like he just cured a disease after finishing the cup. 

he actually does feel a little more energized. but he will never admit that. 

yukimiya kenyu

totally on board at first. skincare king. tea enthusiast. 

“ah, herbal. nice. did you steep it at 80 degrees?” 

you: “i microwaved it.” 

the betrayal in his eyes. 

drinks it anyway and nods politely with the stoicism of a man pretending he likes your cat’s cooking. 

goes full monk about it – sits cross-legged on the couch, sipping in silence, whispering affirmations like “my gut microbiome thanks me.” 

you find out later he’s been sneaking in a drop of honey every morning to make it bearable. 

“you can’t get mad if it still has the benefits.” 

if you try to make a new blend, he gets suspicious. “... what’s in this one?” 

you: “vibes.” 

mikage reo

very chill about it. the first morning you offer it, he drinks it and goes “interesting.” 

you ask what he means and he just says “tastes like nature with a grudge.” 

he drinks it every day but adds a bougie little mint leaf or lemon slice like he’s in a spa. 

insists you sell it as a “detox elixir” and slaps a mikage corp sticker on your tea jars. 

drinks it with his pinky up. 

convinces nagi to try it once and nagi just immediately lies down on the floor and doesn’t move for thirty minutes. 

reo just shrugs and says “it’s an acquired taste. like kale or emotional vulnerability.” 

karasu tabito

makes fun of you. every single time. 

“you’re trying to assassinate me with twigs in hot water. just say you hate me.” 

gags dramatically. slides down walls. wipes imaginary tears. 

but still drinks it. because deep down he’s a little whipped. 

sneaks in a spoonful of sugar when you’re not looking. sometimes three. 

once asked if he could add protein powder to it and you almost kicked him out. 

starts calling it “witch potion” and “swamp smoothie.” 

“ah yes, nothing like drinking a cauldron shot first thing in the morning. love you, babe.” 

kaiser michael

sips it once. pauses. looks at the mug like it personally betrayed him. 

“this is what you give to your enemies, not your boyfriend.” 

you tell him it helps inflammation. he raises an eyebrow and goes, “it’s inflaming my taste buds.” 

complains every single day but shows up like clockwork for his morning mug. 

mutters under his breath in german. probably insulting the tea. probably insulting you too but in a sexy way. 

insists on a dramatic health report each morning: “vital signs stable. vision slightly blurry. taste buds... gone. but still hot.” 

tries to bribe ness to drink it for him one day. you catch him and double the dosage. 

after a week, he starts posting selfies with #herbalhealing like he’s a lifestyle influencer. 

says he hates it but starts sending you pinterest boards titled “tea aesthetic.” 

itoshi rin

stares at the mug like it personally offended his ancestors. 

you: “it’s good for your immune system.” 

rin: “i’m not drinking grass clippings.” 

refuses for three days straight. you finally wear him down by saying it’ll reduce cortisol/stress. 

he drinks it. expression doesn’t change. not one twitch. you ask him how it is. 

“… it’s wet.” 

dramatic sigh. takes another sip like he’s at war. 

“did you brew this in a pond?” 

glares at the mug the whole time he drinks it. like he thinks it'll grow legs and fight him. 

starts researching each ingredient. one day comes home with a list like, “you know licorice root can raise blood pressure, right?” 

he still drinks it daily. never tells you why. 

you catch him once making it himself when you’re not home. you say nothing. he pretends nothing happened. 

itoshi sae

you hand him the mug with a cheerful “good morning!” and he just stares. 

“why is it the color of swamp water.” 

drinks it anyway. immediately gags like you slipped him poison. 

“is this payback for something i did in a past life?” 

says he’s gonna die every time he drinks it. clutches his throat like a victorian ghost. 

“this is why i don’t eat vegetables. it always leads to this.” 

puts it down dramatically and whispers, “bury me with my cleats.” 

complains for 10 straight minutes, then asks, “… wait, what’s this good for again?” 

next morning: already seated at the table with an empty mug. 

“not saying i believe in your dirt tea, but i didn’t need a nap during my training break today. that’s progress.” 

texts you “bring the juice” every morning like you’re his shady herbal dealer. 

still makes fun of it. calls it “potion of pain.” but you catch him once calling his teammate "weak" for not drinking his girlfriend's tea. 

he’s a silent believer. with attitude. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢