#rotini don’t look

[asunsetgrace16]

✧ 𝗝𝗨𝗡𝗜𝗢𝗥 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗧 ⎥ 𝗙𝗠45

Pairing: Fraser Minten x fem!reader

Warnings: fluffyyyyy, pregnancy announcement, pregnancy things, some fade to black action (so very mild)

Summary: In the whirlwind of being traded and relocating to Boston, Y/N and Fraser are in for a surprise

Notes: I am all up in my feel about Fraser being traded and I'm not even a Leafs fan, but this was such a cute idea and I couldn't resist. And he's not even #39 anymore 😭

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The end of the season was a whirlwind for Y/N and Fraser. He had to pack up and relocate to Boston, but she couldn’t join him until May and get her university transfer figured out. But finally, finally, Y/N is in Boston and everything is working out. The first day he’s back in Toronto after the trade is an emotional one, it’s unsettling to see him in Boston colours instead of the white and blue. It is heart-wrenching for Y/N to see the conflict on his face as they leave the arena after his game and they drive back to her apartment hand-in-hand. The next hours are spent eating and packing more of Fraser’s things to ship to Boston, save for the clothes Y/N takes for herself. Music is playing softly and tender touches settle something inside Fraser’s chest, like it’s all going to be ok after all.

-

The only light in their bedroom comes from the lamp, throwing shadows across Y/N as she sits perched on the bed, crisscrossed with a book in her hands. Fraser walks out of the bathroom, only in sinfully low-slung sweatpants. Y/N eyes him, not discreetly at all and he looks at her intently, a simmering heat in his blue eyes that makes her pulse stutter. She unfolds herself and sets her book down before wrapping her arms around Fraser. Warmth spills off of him and they sway gently as the opening guitar of ‘Tennessee Whiskey’ rolls out of the speaker. An impromptu slow dance morphs into tender kisses, Fraser’s lips meeting hers slow, unhurried. 

Her hand slides up his arm, fingers digging into the thick muscle of his shoulder. Her lips part on a soft gasp and Fraser deepens the kiss, licking hot and wet into her mouth. He groans, chest rumbling underneath Y/N’s fingers pressed into his pec. The strain of the trade makes everything more charged, knowing that their time together has an end date now. Heat builds, builds around them and between them, need swirling low and hot in Y/N’s belly. 

She breaks the kiss, resting her forehead on Fraser’s. Her hand rests on the nape of his neck and tangles her fingers in his curls. She whispers a reverent “I love you” into the darkness, barely a breath against his lips but the weight has Fraser kissing her again, deeper and all-consuming. He walks them backwards and Y/N’s knees hit the bed and gently, ever so gently, Fraser guides her back, lips finding hers once more.

-

The apartment is finally unpacked with the help of Potsy, Beecher, and Mason. Now, the mouth-watering aroma of garlic and onions float through the kitchen as a lively debate on the best pasta shape has the house in a chokehold. Midway through arguing with Beecher that Rotini is far superior to Fettucini, a wave of nausea hits Y/N, a cold sweat coating her body as her vision wavers. She abruptly excuses herself, leaving the room so quickly that she misses the worried expressions the four Bruins wear. 

The bathroom floor is cool where she curls up, forehead braced on her arm on the edge of the toilet. She breathes through it, fighting the nausea coiling up her throat. She loses that battle right as Fraser opens the door, and he rushes to pull back Y/N’s hair. He rubs wide soothing circles into her back, his low murmur gives Y/N something else to focus on. He presses a kiss to her sweaty temple and goes for the glass at the edge of the sink. A rinse and tooth brushing later, Y/N is cradled against Fraser’s chest on their bed, his fingers dancing up and down her arm. 

“What was that all about, hm?” he asks gently, nose pressed into her hair, “You don’t usually just throw up like that.”

Y/N pauses, breath catching, knowing that she has to tell him, the photos hidden away from the doctor’s appointment last week that confirmed her suspicions. So she turns in his hold, putting some distance between them. She takes a breath, steels her nerves. But the fear, the anxiety she’s been trying to hold back comes crashing over her, eyes filling with tears as she bites her lip. Fraser looks at her with such tender concern that a tear spills over, rolling down her cheek.

“I’m pregnant.”

There’s a split second of silence, followed by Fraser jumping up, letting out a holler as he tugs Y/N up off the bed and into his arms. He picks her up and spins, still grinning and cheering like the Canucks just won the cup. 

“Oh my god, are you serious?” he asks, warm hands bracketing her waist, eyes searching hers. She nods, pure relief crossing her face. Perceptive as always, Fraser brings a hand up, brushing her cheek.

“Baby, I’m so happy. You didn’t have to worry, but I understand. God, I can’t believe it!”

The pure joy in his voice is enough to make Y/N laugh while Fraser goes in for the kiss. There is more laughing than kissing, but love all the same. The moment is interrupted when the boys burst into the room, wide-eyed and dishevelled. 

“So nobody’s killed each other right?” Potsy asks.

Y/N shakes her head with a smile, “No, all good here.”

“Why is Mints grinning like a madman, then?” Mason asks with a pointed look. The three wear their eyebrows in their hairlines.

Fraser chuckles at them, “Boys, we’ve got a Junior Mint coming our way soon.”

It takes a second for their brains to compute, but the instant it clicks, there is yet another round of cheers and hugs and congratulations. No questions, no doubts, just love and support from family. 

-

By the time Y/N hits sixteen weeks, relief takes the lingering anxiety away over the things that could have gone wrong, and the initial panic of “oh shit, we are going to be parents at 20” has subsided enough for an announcement to the team. Their parents already know and at first they were nervous, but are now simply ecstatic to meet their first grandchild. A simple post on instagram lets the world know after sending out a text message to teammates and their wives. It was the best option considering the whole team is spread across countries and continents during the offseason.

yourusername and frasermints

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yourusername Junior Mint 🖤💛

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matt.poitras I call godfather duties

masonlohrei I will definitely be the favourite uncle

_pasta good luck with that

nhl Congratulations to the Minten's 🐻 🖤💛

nhlbruins Congratulations Fraser and Y/N! We can't wait to meet our newest Bruin 🐻

_pasta 🐻

jere.swayman Two of the most responsible people I know are having a kid, you guys will do great. Congrats!! 🖤 💛

_morgangeekie Baby Bruin!

connorbedard Can't wait!

conorgeekie_ I'd say something different, but Morgan is looking over my shoulder right now so congrats guys!

becker Mini Mints! Can't wait to meet them!

macklincelebrini congrats you two!

ausmatthews Miss you in Toronto, bud! Bring the munchkin to a Leafs game so we can covert them before your teammates can corrupt them

mmarner the kid is having a kid. Are we officially old now?

will.nylander Congrats!!

- 

Five months in and Y/N had hoped that the morning sickness would be over. And the night sickness. And the lunch sickness. It got to the point where she talked to her professors and got her classes switched to all online for the upcoming year. But alas, the porcelain throne is her best friend every morning like clockwork. The benefit to it being summer is Fraser is home all the time he’s not training, so it makes everything a little more bearable. 

Despite the constant sickness, the baby is healthy and things are progressing as they should. Still, the fact that Y/N isn’t showing yet concerns her more than she lets on. She feels regular flutters of movement, more of a tickle than anything, and Dr. Haisha assures her that it's typical not to show until twenty weeks at least. The August heat and pregnancy do not mix, so Y/N’s days are spent in shorts and bras around the house. 

Y/N goes through her typical Monday morning; wake up, sprint to the bathroom, Fraser is waiting with her toothbrush and a bottle of Gatorade. Sip in that while Fraser eats, nibble in the cracker of the day before going to get dressed. Rinse and repeat. 

Fraser is grabbing running shoes from the closet when Y/N lets out a huff, frustrated with her denim shorts. Brow furrowed, Y/N tries again to get the button on her shorts done up when turns, standing sideways in front of the mirror. She lets out a soft gasp, a smile hits her face.

“Fraser!” she calls over her shoulder, running her fingertips across the barely-there swell of her belly. 

“What?” he asks, before stopping short behind her. She can see his face in the mirror, pure wonder taking over him as he comes up and wraps an arm around her. One of his large hands drifts downwards, gently cradling the small bump, while he threads his other fingers through Y/N’s belt loop on the other side. 

Turning her head to the side, Y/N meets his eyes before Fraser presses a kiss to her lips, whispering, “This is really happening. That’s our baby.”

-

The past four months have been filled with names being tossed around, and the fact that Y/N and Fraser wanted to wait until the baby is born to find out the sex makes it all the more difficult to pick a name. But now that Y/N’s at six months, it’s crunch time. 

“How about Dallas?” Frasher throws out.

“Absolutely not.”

“Yeah, I thought so too. We are no closer to deciding than we were five months ago”

“I quite literally have no idea where to start.” Y/N tosses her head back over the arm of the couch, feet propped in Fraser’s lap.

“Well, how about Blake for a middle name, it would work for both a boy or a girl, and it works since we asked my brother to be the godfather.”

“I like it for a boy. Oh how about Daphne for a girl?”

“That’s really nice. I say we go for that one, and a middle name? Caroline? After your grandma, how about.”

“Daphne Caroline. I love it. What about Ashton? Or Ash, for a boy. Actually no, Ashton.”

Fraser muses, “Ashton Blake Minten. Well, it sounds good together, and is nice to say. Not too  modern but also traditional compared to some of the names out there.”

Fraser and Y/N share an exasperated look. Their online searches for names proved to be less than helpful when they always came across the same wild names that they couldn’t believe people would actually name their children.

“So it’s decided then?” Y/N says, pen poised over the inside cover of her baby names book. Fraser nods, and ‘Ashton Blake’ and ‘Daphne Caroline’ are written down, ready to be used in three short months.

-

Month seven brings the start of the season and the finishing touches to the nursery. All the boys banded together to make sure that everything was finished before opening night. Y/N stands in the middle of the chaos directing traffic, from bins of hand-me-down baby clothes to the new wooden dresser that David and Jeremy very generously hauled up to the apartment. The walls were painted a soft green, with rich wood paneling on the lower half. The dresser and change table are along one long wall, a rolling cart with diapers and Vaseline and wipes beside it. A rocking chair is in one corner, plush cushions and a footrest and little side table ready for late-night feedings. The crib sits opposite the dresser, lined with soft beige and butter yellow blankest. A basket under the window is full of baby toys and stuffed animals, shelves on the wall are lined with books. Y/N stands in the middle, and a decisive nod sends a cheer through the gaggle of hockey players crammed into the room and hallway. 

-

“Oh shit, oh shitshitshit.” Y/N grits out, panting and gripping Kiley’s hands in the family room at TD Garden. Of course the baby conveniently decided to be born in the middle of a Bruins game. She felt the twinges earlier in the day, but after three false alarms of Braxton-Hicks, Y/N wanted to chance it and go to this game, just in case it’s her last for a while. Once the pain subsides, she lets out a deep breath, closing her eyes. 

Annica has the timer going, and it’s over ten minutes in between contractions, so it's definitely not time to go to the hospital yet. Y/N is wishing that the baby will hold off long enough for Fraser to finish the game and go to the hospital with her, but she doesn’t have high hopes, knowing how unpredictable both babies, Boston weather in the winter, and hockey games tend to be. For now, she has Kiley and Annica and the other wives in the warm family room, the first period of Bruins vs. Chicago playing on the TV. 

By the time the second intermission rolls around, Fraser has scored his second of the game, Y/N’s contractions have hit eight minutes apart, and the latest weather reports have a full-blown blizzard whipping through Boston. 

“Well, it looks like you aren’t getting to the hospital,” Kiley says, “it looks like we had better prepare for you to deliver here. I know it’s not ideal, but it’s not safe to try and get to the hospital right now.”

Y/N just nods. It’s easier to go with the flow at this point and she is so grateful for Kiley stepping up, even though she was the backup plan for labour anyways. The team doctor has been kept in the loop, stopping by every 20 minutes or so to see how things are. Y/N has stubbornly refused to let him tell Fraser, wanting to keep his focus on the game for as long as humanly possible. Most of the wives left earlier, both because of the storm and wanting to give Y/N some privacy. Towels and blankets have been brought in, and Potsy’s girlfriend Sage has offered to be the runner for when the doctor is needed. 

The third period starts hot, Connor Bedard scores his second of the game and Morgan gets into it with Alex Vlasic. Y/N paces the room with Kiley and Annica, pausing only to catch her breath during contractions. The latest time has them at four minutes apart. More pacing, and breathing, and white-kuckling her way across the room. Kiley’s and Annica’s hands have to be made of steel; Y/N has gripped them so hard they must be bruised to hell by now.

She groans through another one just as Fraser scores for his first NHL hat trick, “What a day, huh, baby? Dad gets his first hat trick, and we get to meet you.”

The hardest part is waiting, but for a first pregnancy, Y/N’s labour has gone surprisingly fast, both a blessing and a curse. With Boston up one and eight to go in the third, Bedard scores again for his own hat trick. Just as the few hats are being collected, Y/N’s eyes widen. She finds Sage, nodding frantically that it’s time. She takes off running, while Emma unfolds blankets and towels. The kettle has warm water in it, and everything is as clean as it will get for delivering a baby in a hockey rink.

The doctor runs in with Sage just as the camera pans over to Fraser running down the tunnel as the announcers give the reason for his exit, “Well with seven and change here to go in the third here in Boston, it appears the Fraser Minten has just been pulled from the game. He took off down the tunnel fairly fast, and it didn’t look like he got hit funny during that last play but oh– we were just informed by team staff that Minten has been excused from the rest of the game because his girlfriend Y/N is about to give birth to their first child, I believe right here in TD Garden due to the weather outside. Well a huge congratulations to the Minten’s and let’s hope that the Bruins can add a W into Minten’s column of achievements tonight.”

“That’s right, his first career hat trick, a baby, and win is one heck of a night.”

Y/N laughs at the broadcast as keeps walking. Tem minutes later, the door bursts open to precede a dripping wet Fraser. His shirt clings to his back and his feet squeak in his slides, gripping a duffel in one hand. He grabs a towel and dries off some more after brushing a kiss across Y/N’s cheek.

“Why didn’t you get me earlier?” he asks, taking over for Annica.

“You–” Y/N pants, leaning heavily into his side, “–had the game, and nothing was happening anyways. Didn’t make sense.”

He kisses her hair and before they can keep walking, Y/N shouts out that, “It’s fucking time, people.”

She settles down on the floor, padded with blankets and propped against the couch, Kiley on one side and Fraser on the other. There is a bin of lukewarm water waiting nearby, Sage is sitting on the couch, hands on Y/N’s shoulders. A trainer kneels beside the doctor with towels, looking unsure and deathly white. 

“Ok, Y/N, push on the next contraction, whenever you’re ready.”

She takes a deep breath, looking at Fraser and he nods, “You can do this. I’m here.”

Fifteen minutes later, Junior Mint makes his appearance into the world known just as Frank Nazar scores the overtime winner. Y/N and Fraser have tears on their cheeks as they get a squirming, squalling bundle of baby in her arms. 

“He’s perfect.” Fraser sniffs out, draping a towel over him and rubbing his tiny back with such a gentleness that it makes Y/N’s chest crack wide open with love. 

“Half me and half you. How long until he’s skating?” Y/N teases, turning as Fraser brushes the lightest of kisses over her lips. 

Everything is cleaned up by the time the Bruins players filter in to meet the newest member. It turns out that the duffel Fraser had was a second baby bag, so Y/N has clean, comfy clothes and a onesie for the baby. While everyone coos and awes over him, a few Blackhawks stand in the doorway. Fraser heads over, grinning at Connor. 

“Hey man, congratulations. What a night, huh?” Connor says as they hug. Fraser shakes hands with Frank, Alex, and Kevin. “There’s a few more of us, if that 's cool.”

Fraser motions for them to follow him, and Nolan, Ethan, and Colton appear behind Alex. They hug Y/N and smile dopey smiles at the baby, before Connor asks, “So what’s his name?”

Y/N smiles, Fraser kisses her hand and says, “Ladies and gents, I am proud to introduce to you, Ashton Blake Minten!”

[bugsbito]

ok…. ik i request a lot so you don’t have to do all of these 😭😭 but i thought id just request the rest of my “kodas menu” folder

- broccoli pasta (i can’t send links as anonymous- so here’s recipe if u need to see how it looks https://theplantbasedschool.com/broccoli-pasta/ )

- plain buttered pasta (i usually like bow tie or rotini but any pasta that isn’t spaghetti is fine)

- chicken fried rice (w/o peas or carrots)

- thin seasoned steak (no red)

- mashed potatoes

- and colby jack cheese

-🐻⭐️🌀

wave ! hosts (the ppl who draws the emotes on blog) have not been active !! so len drew for u

len hopes these r ok ^_^

-len 🕸️

[rabbitcruiser]

National Pasta Day

Life is too short, and I’m Italian. I’d much rather eat pasta and drink wine than be a size 0. -  Sophia Bush

Picture this….a warm steaming pile of spaghetti in a rich red sauce, littered with seasoned sausage, black olives, and mushrooms served with crusty garlic bread on the side.

Or, perhaps the idea of a rich Chicken Fettuccine in a creamy garlic white sauce is more likely to be what blows your mind.

Pasta comes in over 600 shapes known to mankind, and their names are usually Italian words that are delightfully descriptive of their shapes. Spaghetti (‘cord’), vermicelli (‘little worms’), rotini (‘spirals’), fusilli (‘spindles’), tortellini (‘little cakes’), linguini (‘little tongues’), conchiglie (‘shells’), fettuccine (‘small ribbons’), penne (‘quills’) and capellini (‘fine hairs’) are the savory little goodies that are essential to any pantry.

While Italian food made it famous, that was actually only a gateway to pasta. Chinese Chow Mein and German Spaetzle are just a couple of the ways the world has taken pasta and fallen in love with it all over again.

And World Pasta Day is the perfect time to celebrate this love!

History of World Pasta Day

World Pasta Day was brought into existence as part of the World Pasta Congress on the 25th of October in 1995. Experts from all over the world came together to discuss the glories of the noodle, with particular emphasis on the importance of spreading knowledge of the world’s panorama of pasta. This organization uses World Pasta Day to promote the eating of pasta, along with its cultural and culinary importance.

The World Pasta Congress engages in everything from encouraging consumers to try new pasta to providing important information to institutions and promotions of this increasingly popular food. Every country is encouraged to celebrate the day in its own way while sharing the logo of the official organization and participating in the global strategy of World Pasta Day.

How to Celebrate World Pasta Day

Food days are simple and easy to celebrate, but they can come with a variety of layers as well. Look to these ideas for inspiration, then create your own ways to celebrate World Pasta Day:

Eat Pasta–and Lots of It!

One of the best ways to celebrate World Pasta Day is by preparing a favorite dish and enjoying the delicious flavors and textures that come along with that noodly goodness. There’s no better way to renew a deep appreciation for it than by wolfing down this healthy and semi-nutritious food.

Most people don’t enjoy eating pasta without any sauce, but the options for what to put on it range from the simple to the complex. Try it with a little melted butter and garlic. Cheese sauce (such as alfredo), tomato sauce (bolognese or marinara), and pesto are traditional options. But some people like to get super creative with unique flavors like butternut squash carbonara, avocado and mango sauce, or herbed white wine sauce. The options are virtually endless!

Host a World Pasta Day Party

Folks who are feeling like they want to share the day can go all out and host a World Pasta day party. This is a great way for everyone to come together to share their favorite pasta dish, or exchange recipe ideas with other guests to help the love of the noodle spread. Be sure to be prepared for one momentous night of rich and creamy carbohydrate overload. It may be that naps will be mandatory, but stomachs will most definitely be full!

For the truly daring, enhance the party by having participants only bring pasta dishes that they have never tried before. Try new noodle types, or even making your own pasta. Experiment with sauces and flavors that may be outside of the normal palate.

Try Making Homemade Pasta

Some people find it a little difficult and time-consuming, but the benefits of making fresh, homemade pasta are absolutely worth it! The easiest way to make it is by using an at-home pasta maker, which can be a little bulky to store in the kitchen but turns pasta-making into a breeze.

The recipe for pasta is fairly simple, using just a few ingredients. Basic pasta will consist of semolina wheat flour, eggs, olive oil and a bit of sea salt. Some pasta recipes don’t include eggs, while others might have a more unique flavor, such as spinach, sun-dried tomato, saffron, roasted red pepper and more.

Those who don’t have a pasta maker can certainly make it by hand, as it was done for hundreds of years in every home in Italy! It takes a little more work in the rolling, but it’s a fun, adventurous project in the kitchen. A food processor and stand mixer will help this process immensely, and a pasta drying rack is also a useful tool.

Try Something New (Or Very Old) In Pasta

This is the ideal day to get creative and experiment with different flavors and dishes. For instance, many people don’t know that Spaetzle was traditionally served with a sour sauce/gravy for Sauerbraten. It’s amazing! Imagine what else could unfold into the culinary world for those who will take World Pasta Day to broaden their horizons!

Attend World Pasta Day Events

All over the world, in various communities, people are celebrating pasta on this day. Get online or check out a local announcements board to find out which events might be happening in the area. For instance, some folks might have a pasta cook-off, while others might create a pasta festival. Those who can’t find a World Pasta Day event in their local area could certainly consider creating one! After all, it’s for the love of pasta.

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[hallafall]

Care to share that chicken recipe you've been making recently? :3

Of course uwu’

Ingredients:

4 chicken thighs

Marinade (could be buttermilk, pickle juice, Italian dressing, soy sauce or some strange combination)

Extra crispy shake and bake

1 squash

1 bell pepper (I do green so it looks healthy)

1 tomato

About 1 cup of matchstick carrots

About 1 cup of chopped mushrooms

About 1 cup of pasta (I do chickpea rotini)

1-2 cups of pasta sauce

Grated Parmesan

Instructions

4-12 hours before cooking marinade the chicken. When ready to cook preheat oven to 400. Coat each piece of chicken in shake and bake. Place on cookie sheet lined with foil or parchment paper. Once oven is hot cook until chicken is cooked (at least 30 mins).

Meanwhile chop squash, pepper, tomato and mushrooms. Throw all the vegetables in a big pan on the stove over medium heat with about half a cup of water and some seasonings— salt, pepper, some chili powder and Italian seasoning is what I do. Let it cook while chicken cooks. After about 15 mins you can add the pasta sauce and pasta (the pasta should cook in there, especially if it’s chickpea but you may need to add more water or heat accordingly) after another 10-15 mins it should be ready, add more seasoning to taste.

When everything is ready get a piece of chicken and some of the pasta vegetable mixture on a plate and sprinkle generously with grated Parmesan.

It’s nothing fancy and feel free to adjust literally everything ^^’ My preferred pasta sauce is the ‘Midtown by HEB tomato Romano sauce’ but I don’t think most people have HEB. It’s like, an orange sauce. The brand of chickpea pasta I use is called ‘Banza’.

Voila ~

[commanderbuffy]

22?

22: Share an excerpt from your favorite scene

I had to pick one!?! This was tough! I don’t think this is my favorite in terms of my actual writing (there are others I love for the writing more) but this scene holds the thesis of Armouriam I think

Kit finds Jade in the produce section. Her back is turned as she looks through the leafy green section. “Gross, healthy food,” she says into the redhead’s ear, causing her to jolt.

“Jesus, Kit, you scared me.”

“Just grab the kale. I hate it, but I know it’s your favorite, so I will suffer,” she teases. But Jade doesn’t laugh at her teasing. Instead, she just looks kind of stunned. “What?”

“It’s just…” Jade shakes her head. “You remembered. I mean, you remembered that from before, didn’t you?”

“Yeah,” Kit says. She doesn’t even know how long she’s remembered that small detail about her girlfriend, but she knows it’s from before. “I guess when it comes to my memories, the ones with you are the ones that keep seeping through.”

The look Jade gives Kit disarms her, and she quickly guides them away from the produce as Jade bags up the kale. The wind through the chip aisle. They both grab Cheetos at the same time. Instead of one putting their bag back, they throw both in the cart.

Next, they stroll down the pasta aisle and debate over pasta shape.

“Spaghetti is a classic,” Jade says.

“But rotini holds meat sauce so much better,” Kit insists, winning the argument.

They reach the sauces, and Jade holds one up in each hand. “Vodka sauce or tomato and basil? I honestly have no preference. They’re both tasty.”

There’s nothing special about the question or the moment. And the fluorescent lighting isn’t particularly flattering. Everything is bright and normal. It’s all so normal. And, maybe it’s the normalcy of it all that makes the difference. Kit stares at Jade, realization dawning over her.

A realization of something that has been there all along. Yet, it’s a debate over pasta shape and a question over sauce preference that slams it into her. It’s so obvious.

“I love you,” Kit says, the words flowing out of her like she’s said them a million times. Because, hasn’t she? It’s been over a year, but that doesn’t discount the familiarity.

The jars of sauce start to slip from Jade’s grip, and Kit catches them just in time. Jade stares wide-eyed at Kit.

Kit puts the jars back on the shelf, then places her hands on Jade’s freckled cheeks, forcing her to look down at Kit. “I don’t know if it’s residual feelings from before, or the product of remembering or falling in love with you again in these past months. I don’t know where the love starts, but I’m realizing that it doesn’t matter if it’s from before or after or something in between. What matters is what’s true now. And what’s true is that I love you.”

A brilliant, wide smile breaks out across Jade’s face, and she wraps her arms around her.

“I love you too,” she says into the crook of Kit’s neck.

[themirokai]

@the-real-surfski grew two giant basil plants

That is just one of them.

I never do this sort of thing, but I documented making pesto. Here’s the recipe:

I’m not Italian, I don’t claim this is in anyway authentic. I think I copied it down from a website at some point? I’m also not saying that this is any kind of superior recipe. But it’s yummy and relatively easy.

Ok so I picked all of the biggest leaves off both plants. They still look massive and lush and I got 6 packed cups of basil.

Washed them off and spread them out to dry while I walked Bella. Gratuitous picture of Bella:

Then toasted the pine nuts in the toaster oven. Ooo pretty:

Starting off with a double batch so next, 4 cups of basil and this 1/2 cup of pine nuts into the food processor with the equivalent of 4 cloves of garlic. I use jarred garlic. I hate dealing with garlic.

Pulsed this, then added 2/3 cup of nice olive oil. Seasoned it.

Oh no! I forgot to watch the pine nuts for the second batch!

😢 RIP pine nuts.

I did this in the morning and wasn’t going to use it until dinner, so half of the double batch went into the fridge with oil on top, and the rest is getting frozen.

Matches the countertop!

Took it out of the fridge about an hour before dinner so it could come back to room temperature. Added the cheese.

Mixed it up and voila!

Grilled some chicken, sautéed some spinach, boiled some rotini, and you’ve got dinner!

I hope you've enjoyed this venture into documenting a bout of domesticity. Thanks for reading!

[sofflepoffle]

7, 23, 29?

For this ask game!

7.what animal do you look forward to seeing when you visit an aquarium?

Sea otters!!! They are so very cute, and they’re also very energetic so they’re usually playing which is very fun to watch. I like how they wrestle by spinning and spinning in the water

23.do you wear jewelry?

I actually don’t, although I do own some. I blame this on my lack of jewelry storage and my unpierced ears, which I’ve been meaning to get stabbed for years now. I would love to start wearing more, cause I really do like how it looks but I just ain’t in the habit.

29.preferred pasta noodle?

Ravioli!!! Butternut squash ravioli….cheese ravioli…what a treat!! But in terms of basic non-filled stuff I think it’s rotini cause I like the spiral

[swiftlythebest]

What is your favorite pasta shape? What is your favorite dinosaur? What is your favorite type of rock? Do you have a dream vacation? What if your cat was the size of your dog and your dog was the size of your cat??

Oh such fun questions!

Okay, my favorite pasta shape is probably the bow ties but I don’t make those a lot because I feel like in order for the middle bit to not be crunchy I have to overcook the rest of it. So the one I like eating the most is rotini cuz the lil spirals are fun. As you can see, I’m very basic.

Oh my gosh, favorite dinosaur?! Okay, that’s a tough one. When I was first learning about dinosaurs, I remember really liking the stegosaurus because there’s a museum near-ish to me that had a stegosaurus statue thing that you could play on. And I like their spiky backs, that’s metal as hell.

I LOVE ROCKS!! I love finding them on the beach and have a small collection from a beach trip I took last year. My favorite type of rock is one that has been smoothed out by the waves so it’s like a little ball that looks vaguely shiny and I can roll it around in my hand. I’m sure you were looking for a more scientific answer but that’s the truth!

Okay I’m gonna go dream vacation to a place I haven’t been before. I’ve always really wanted to go to Japan or Greece, but right now, the best vacation to me would be a road trip through Ireland. I wasn’t able to visit there when I studied abroad but everywhere looks so beautiful and full of life and I love to stumble upon hidden gems and small towns that don’t get a lot of tourists so a road trip feels like such a great way to do that. Also, my dog is from Ireland.

So apart from having to come to terms with the actual jungle cat in my house, I feel like not too much would change. Georgie, my dog, is more rambunctious than Darcy, my cat, but that’s probably because she’s younger. Both are mostly just lazy little babies who sit on or near me and occasionally get the zoomies. So I feel like that would be okay. Honestly, it wouldn’t be the worst thing for Georgie to be shorter…

[dannystokerbf]

CopyCat Panera Bread Chicken Noodle Soup Recipe

Ingredients

▢ 2 boneless     skinless chicken breast

▢ 4 cups Chicken Broth

▢ 2 cups water (may     need to add more)

▢ 4 Carrots Peeled     and diced into bite size pieces

▢ 2 Stalks Celery     Diced into bite size pieces

▢ 1/2 Onion Diced    

▢ 1 tsp Thyme

▢ 1 Bay Ltheaf

▢ 1 tsp Garlic Salt

▢ 1 tsp Salt

▢ 1 tsp Pepper

▢ 2 cups Egg noodles

Slow Cooker Pesto Mozzarella Pasta

·        1 1/2 lbs. chicken breasts (1.5-2 pounds works fine, 3 chicken breasts)

·        1/2 tsp. salt

·        1/4 tsp. pepper

·        8.1 oz. jarred pesto I used Classico (be sure to look at the ingredients if you have anyone allergic to nuts)

·        1/2 cup salted butter

·        1/2 lemon

These items don’t get added until the end

·        1 lb. dried rotini pasta (cooked and drained, see directions for more info)

·        1/2 cup grated parmesan (I use the powdery shake bottle type)

·        2 cups shredded mozzarella

·        1/4 tsp. dried basil to garnish

Turkey Stuffed Shells w Spinach

Ingredients

28 jumbo shells

1.5  jars     ( or 4.5 cups) of marinara sauce (use 2 different 25 oz. jars)

1 tablespoon     avocado oil

1 cup diced red     onion

3 garlic cloves

1 lb. ground     turkey

1 1/2 cups     ricotta cheese

1 tablespoon     dry oregano

1 tablespoon     dry basil

1 tablespoon     dry parsley

1/2 tablespoon     garlic powder

salt and pepper     to taste

4 cups fresh     diced spinach

3/4 cup     mozzarella cheese

diced parsley     for garnish

[suddenlyauntiemaya]

No prob. I don’t know some shit either, it’s far preferable when people stop assuming shit is common knowledge.

Depends on the cat! There are different kinds and shit. Like I have a bunch of ‘dogs’, but you can tell them apart damn easy. Here, family pic.

<Picture of: Dante the Houndoom, Vergil the Mabosstiff, Trish the Elektrike, Spaghetti the Granbull, Rotini the Snubbull, Jellybean the Houndstone, and in the background a Tinkaton can be seen whacking the shit out of something with her giant hammer while three lil Tinkatink look on gleefully.>

Okay here is- Harley what the fuck are you hitting hang on

hey Maya, we’ve got another Faller, she got turned into a male, and was made a lot younger. Her blog is @/gasleak-girlboss

That's one of the meme-ier names I've heard. Hopefully I'll get some pronoun confirmation because your ask just confused my headache having ass...

[chrisevansonly]

Also rue because I’m so excited I didn’t wait for the prompts (hehehe sorry)

I think fluff prompts -

3,27 and 30 would go really well with that ask I sent you if that’s okay? 🤍🤍

Monthly Pains Headcannon (Rues 800 Followers Sleepover Event)

Whoever invented periods and thrusted them upon women, deserved the absolute biggest punch in the throat, no exaggerating there

You were already on painkiller 4 of the day, and the constant stabbing happening in your uterus was not appreciated and turning you into a grumpy, miserable mess

Of course Chris would say “you’re my grumpy, miserable mess baby” in an attempt to cheer you up, and of course you’d smiled at his sweetness, but internally you were raging like a bull in a china shop

You were quite comfortable on the couch, a heating pad now splayed across your stomach and abdomen, providing just enough warmth to help the cramps dissipate

“Feeling any better?”

Chris’s voice causing your eyes to move upwards, spotting you’re very handsome husband as he sat on the coffee table in front of you

“It feels like I’m being stabbed on the inside.”

“So….no?”

The glare you offered in response was enough to have him raise his hands in mock innocence, a quiet chuckle escaping him

“Well I have some food ready if you’re hungry, might make you feel better?”

As you went to speak your stomach rumbled and that was enough for Chris to get up and venture into the kitchen, coming back with a nice warm bowl of homemade Baked Rotini, a comfort food of yours you’d never be able to turn down

“Mmm that looks delicious baby”

You went to sit up and he stopped you, picking some pasta up on a fork and holding it out

“Here comes the airplane” He joked, smiling wide to which you rolled your eyes

“I can feed myself..”

“Too bad.”

You were much too tired to argue so you opened your mouth and accepted the very cheesy and creamy pasta, hints of vodka sauce melting on your tongue, it was so good you couldn’t help but close your eyes and moan

“fuck that’s so good…”

Chris was quiet for a few minutes and you opened your eyes, his pupils blown as he just stared at you

“I can hear your heart beat why-why is it going so fast all of a sudden…?”

Chris chose to remain quiet for a few seconds before seemingly shaking himself out of whatever trance he was in

“Um no-no reason, maybe just um…well maybe don’t moan and roll your eyes back like that again sweet girl..”

You couldn’t help the laugh that erupted from you as he said that, you truthfully weren’t trying to turn him on with your moan but when the pasta was that good, you couldn’t help yourself

“Sorry handsome, I’ll keep my moans to myself from now on”

“Thank you.”

[rabbitcruiser]

World Pasta Day

Life is too short, and I’m Italian. I’d much rather eat pasta and drink wine than be a size 0. -  Sophia Bush

Picture this….a warm steaming pile of spaghetti in a rich red sauce, littered with seasoned sausage, black olives, and mushrooms served with crusty garlic bread on the side.

Or, perhaps the idea of a rich Chicken Fettuccine in a creamy garlic white sauce is more likely to be what blows your mind.

Pasta comes in over 600 shapes known to mankind, and their names are usually Italian words that are delightfully descriptive of their shapes. Spaghetti (‘cord’), vermicelli (‘little worms’), rotini (‘spirals’), fusilli (‘spindles’), tortellini (‘little cakes’), linguini (‘little tongues’), conchiglie (‘shells’), fettuccine (‘small ribbons’), penne (‘quills’) and capellini (‘fine hairs’) are the savory little goodies that are essential to any pantry.

While Italian food made it famous, that was actually only a gateway to pasta. Chinese Chow Mein and German Spaetzle are just a couple of the ways the world has taken pasta and fallen in love with it all over again.

And World Pasta Day is the perfect time to celebrate this love!

History of World Pasta Day

World Pasta Day was brought into existence as part of the World Pasta Congress on the 25th of October in 1995. Experts from all over the world came together to discuss the glories of the noodle, with particular emphasis on the importance of spreading knowledge of the world’s panorama of pasta. This organization uses World Pasta Day to promote the eating of pasta, along with its cultural and culinary importance.

The World Pasta Congress engages in everything from encouraging consumers to try new pasta to providing important information to institutions and promotions of this increasingly popular food. Every country is encouraged to celebrate the day in its own way while sharing the logo of the official organization and participating in the global strategy of World Pasta Day.

How to Celebrate World Pasta Day

Food days are simple and easy to celebrate, but they can come with a variety of layers as well. Look to these ideas for inspiration, then create your own ways to celebrate World Pasta Day:

Eat Pasta–and Lots of It!

One of the best ways to celebrate World Pasta Day is by preparing a favorite dish and enjoying the delicious flavors and textures that come along with that noodly goodness. There’s no better way to renew a deep appreciation for it than by wolfing down this healthy and semi-nutritious food.

Most people don’t enjoy eating pasta without any sauce, but the options for what to put on it range from the simple to the complex. Try it with a little melted butter and garlic. Cheese sauce (such as alfredo), tomato sauce (bolognese or marinara), and pesto are traditional options. But some people like to get super creative with unique flavors like butternut squash carbonara, avocado and mango sauce, or herbed white wine sauce. The options are virtually endless!

Host a World Pasta Day Party

Folks who are feeling like they want to share the day can go all out and host a World Pasta day party. This is a great way for everyone to come together to share their favorite pasta dish, or exchange recipe ideas with other guests to help the love of the noodle spread. Be sure to be prepared for one momentous night of rich and creamy carbohydrate overload. It may be that naps will be mandatory, but stomachs will most definitely be full!

For the truly daring, enhance the party by having participants only bring pasta dishes that they have never tried before. Try new noodle types, or even making your own pasta. Experiment with sauces and flavors that may be outside of the normal palate.

Try Making Homemade Pasta

Some people find it a little difficult and time-consuming, but the benefits of making fresh, homemade pasta are absolutely worth it! The easiest way to make it is by using an at-home pasta maker, which can be a little bulky to store in the kitchen but turns pasta-making into a breeze.

The recipe for pasta is fairly simple, using just a few ingredients. Basic pasta will consist of semolina wheat flour, eggs, olive oil and a bit of sea salt. Some pasta recipes don’t include eggs, while others might have a more unique flavor, such as spinach, sun-dried tomato, saffron, roasted red pepper and more.

Those who don’t have a pasta maker can certainly make it by hand, as it was done for hundreds of years in every home in Italy! It takes a little more work in the rolling, but it’s a fun, adventurous project in the kitchen. A food processor and stand mixer will help this process immensely, and a pasta drying rack is also a useful tool.

Try Something New (Or Very Old) In Pasta

This is the ideal day to get creative and experiment with different flavors and dishes. For instance, many people don’t know that Spaetzle was traditionally served with a sour sauce/gravy for Sauerbraten. It’s amazing! Imagine what else could unfold into the culinary world for those who will take World Pasta Day to broaden their horizons!

Attend World Pasta Day Events

All over the world, in various communities, people are celebrating pasta on this day. Get online or check out a local announcements board to find out which events might be happening in the area. For instance, some folks might have a pasta cook-off, while others might create a pasta festival. Those who can’t find a World Pasta Day event in their local area could certainly consider creating one! After all, it’s for the love of pasta.

Source

[softsnzstuff]

Doctors Make the Worst Patients

No one asked for this but enjoy 1.6k of sick Doctor!Eddie and caring Nurse!Steve.

Summary: Eddie isn’t feeling too hot but refuses to admit that doctors can get sick too. Enter caring!steve stage left when he catches Eddie trying to strep test himself in the staff bathroom.

CW: mentions of nausea/gagging - No actual throwing up

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“Hey are you okay?”

Eddie pushed the rotini around the plate with his fork.

“Earth to Eddie…”

“Hmm? Oh sorry.” He looked up when he realized Steve was talking to him. “What did you say?”

“I asked if you’re okay. You seem off. I thought chicken parm was your favorite.” Steve nodded at the plate.

“It is. And it’s great! I’m just not very hungry tonight.”

Steve let the silence marinate for a minute until Eddie elaborated, “I’m pretty tired I guess.”

“I’m sorry. We could call it a night early. Let you sleep a little more.” Steve offered.

“That sounds nice.” Eddie murmured. He looked up at Steve, “I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you. Promise.”

The two had begun hanging out outside of work recently, usually dinner and a movie or tv show on certain days. Eddie felt bad ending this one early. He was looking forward to this all week.

As Steve cleared the plates, Eddie pulled on his jacket and slipped on his shoes. “Sorry again. Next week at mine?”

“You got it, doc.” Steve smiled, letting his counterpart out of his apartment. He was a little disappointed that the evening didn’t go exactly to plan but he really just hoped Eddie was back to himself soon.

What Eddie didn’t tell Steve is that he wasn’t just tired. He was exhausted. He’d felt off all day but now he just felt bad. His whole body ached down to his bones, limbs felt heavy, and within the last hour or so he’d developed chills.

When he got back to his place, he all but collapsed into bed after changing clothes. He pulled the blankets right around himself trying to get warm, eventually falling into a restless sleep.

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When his alarm went off at 5:30am, Eddie tried to groan, immediately regretting the decision. He winced in pain and grabbed at his throat. It felt like he’d swallowed hot knives. Grimacing, he got up and headed to the bathroom.

He pulled his thermometer out of his medicine cabinet and popped it in his mouth while he took in his reflection in the mirror - pale, flushed, pained. After a minute or so, he huffed a sigh at the thermometer reading and turned on his shower, colder than normal to try and bring his temp down a bit.

When he got out, he gripped the edges of the sink and hovered for a moment, hit by a sudden wave of nausea. He swallowed, but even that hurt. Instead of his usual jeans and button up, he opted for comfy green scrubs today. At least he could be somewhat comfortable.

A quick glance at his phone told him he was running behind schedule - he’d have to forgo his morning coffee - a decision he was okay with since he couldn’t swallow anyways.

A fifteen minute drive later, he was pulling up to the clinic, up and running already courtesy of Robin. The bell chimed above his head as he walked in and made his way to his office. He sat at his desk and powered on his computer, taking a brief moment to rest his head on the table.

“Hey doc, drug rep is wondering if you could sign this really fast-” Robin walked through the open door holding an iPad.

Eddie looked up from his folded arms. “Are you��okay?” She asked, approaching him cautiously. “I can uh…I’ll just ask Nancy, it’s fine.”

“No no,” he winced, “I’ll sign it, give it here.”

Eddie held his hand out and Robin hesitantly handed him the iPad explaining which drug he was signing for.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You seem look really pale.” She reached out a hand to his forehead, but he brushed it away quickly.

“Don’t worry about me, birdie. Doctors don’t get sick remember?” He offered a weak excuse of a smile to reassure her.

“Whatever you say.” She shrugged and headed back to her desk, Eddie dropping the ‘I’m Fine’ gimmick immediately.

It was only a few minutes later that Steve was telling him the first patient was ready for him. He squeezed his eyes shut as he stood and composed himself before entering the exam room.

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The hours moved like molasses. He’d seen five patients already, but they all seemed like a blur. His throat was killing him. The pain was almost blinding. He could feel that his tonsils were swollen, and was surprised no one had really commented on it except Nancy, who had questioned why he was talking so quietly.

Finally it was noon, Nancy always took lunch in her car, and Robin and Steve had just left the building to pick up sandwiches, asking if Eddie wanted anything. He had said no, just to get them out for a while.

Once he was sure they’d left the building he went into exam room 3 and pulled out a rapid strep test, taking it into the staff bathroom. He set the testing cassette and dropper on the counter before peeling open the swab.

Looking closely in the mirror, he stuck his tongue out and opened his mouth, hesitating. Even as a child he hated these stupid tests. He moved the swab closer to the back of his throat and gagged, coughing.

The coughing tore at his throat and he grimaced as he went to try again. He resumed his position in front of the mirror trying again, faster this time, but gagged still, pulling the swab out without getting a good sample.

A knock on the door startled him, “Fuck!”

“Eddie? Are you throwing up??” It was Steve.

“No I’m-” he gagged again.

“I’m coming in okay.” The door handle twisted and Steve stepped inside, “Forgot my wallet and then I heard you.”

Steve took in the sight in front of him, Eddie holding the swab in one hand, wrist in front of his mouth with the other. His gaze shifted to the counter where he saw the rapid strep test.

“I knew you seemed off last night! You think you have strep?”

“Pretty sure but have to do the test.” He whispered.

Steve pouted his lips and smiled, “Here, let me help you, dummy.”

Steve took a step forward, carefully taking the swab from Eddie, only touching the stick end of it. He pulled out his phones flashlight and turned it on with his other hand.

“Back up against the wall, I don’t want you to pull away.” Steve hummed.

“Pinning me against the staff bathroom wall? Kinky even for you Steve.”

Steve blushed intensely, “Open wide and say ahhh, Munson.”

Eddie did as told and Steve shined the flashlight in Eddie’s throat as he quickly and methodically swabbed both of Eddie’s tonsils, pulling the swab out quickly as the older man gagged again.

Steve unscrewed the vial of liquid with one hand, clearly having done this before. He squeezed three drops into the cassette and then placed the cotton end of the swab into the hole of the cassette as well.

“Gonna take about ten minutes, but I’m pretty sure it’s gonna come back positive.” Steve said, washing his hands, “I should take your temperature too, you probably have a fever.”

“Was a little over 101 this morning.” He rubbed at his throat.

“Eddie…”

“I know, I know.”

“Go lay down in the sicky sick room, you’re probably contagious anyways. I’ll wait for your test results and tell Robin to get sandwiches without me.”

“M’kay.” Eddie was a lot of things but Steve had never seen him look so defeated as he trudged off to their quarantine room.

Steve ran out the back door up to Robin’s car. She rolled down the window. “How long does it take one Dingus to find his wallet?” She asked, pointing at her watch.

“Sorry Robin, pretty sure Eddie’s got strep. You can grab lunch without me, I’m waiting for his rapid test.”

“I knew he was sick! Medical shows have taught me well.” She exclaimed. “I’ll bring you back your usual. Take good care of your boy!”

“He’s not my- whatever.”

Robin reversed as Steve headed back inside looking at his watch. It was just about time. As expected, the cassette revealed two lines, control and test, meaning Eddie was in fact positive for strep. Steve sighed and disposed of the test in their bio waste bin, washing his hands again.

When he poked his head into the quarantine exam room, Eddie was laying on the exam table, one arm draped over his eyes. “Bad news Eds…”

“It’s positive?” Came a mumbled response.

“It is. I’ll have Nance send you some penicillin and I’ll tell Robin to reschedule your patients for tomorrow and the rest of today.”

“That’s so much work for her!” Eddie protested. He sat up and buried his face in his hands.

“It’s okay, they’ll understand! Doctors may not get sick but rockstars do. If it were Billy’s patients on the other hand….” He teased, nudging Eddie’s shoulder.

That got a small smile out of the older of the two. Steve helped him off the table and walked with him towards the back door. “Get some rest today. Take your pills. I’ll swing by tomorrow with some special tea for you, hmm?”

Eddie nodded, “Okay. Thanks Steve.”

Before he could stop himself, Eddie was leaning in for a hug, forgetting he was still contagious. For a moment, Steve hugged him back, not caring at all.

[pantoneyoongi]

see you with her

title ; see you with her  guess i should stop thinking about you all the time

notes ; 

part of the till the night is over drabble series. drabbles are not released in chronological order, but the masterlist is set up as chronologically as possible. :) 

title is from tori kelly’s “all in my head”

for any readers who are following along by release order (and not via the masterlist / chronological), please note this one happens well before the last release from tuesday!! ^^

word count ; 3.1k

tags ; drinking, jungkook having borderline offensive tastes in pasta (but like just for the funsies), a bit of fluff this time, taehyung is a sweetheart for real, hints of jealous kook!!, pls go to masterlist for more / general tags 

“you know tomorrow’s still a school day, right?” 

jihyo stares at sana, who is tipping back a concerningly large amount of alcohol. sana, seated on the floor of her dorm, slams the empty cup onto the ground, grinning widely back. 

“i,” she throws her arm out in a grand sweeping gesture. “don’t have lecture tomorrow. professor canceled.” 

yerin leans close to you. “so what’s jeongyeon’s excuse?” 

jeongyeon is tipping back shots like she has a second liver. quite frankly you’re just impressed sana and jeongyeon managed to hide this much liquor in their dorm room without alerting the ra, but you make a couple of vague noises before looking back at your friend and shrugging. “beats me.” 

your phone alerts you with a text from jungkook signaling he’s outside, so you clamber up to open the door for him, only to be met with a faceful of his chest as he immediately swings his arm over you, tugging you back into the room. “hello,” he sings, as you stumble backwards, barely managing to shut the door and lock it before he’s dragging you further into sana and jeongyeon’s tiny little dorm. 

he smells like fresh laundry, with just a hint of peaches. the cotton of his hoodie feels incredibly soft against your cheek, and you shouldn’t lean into him, but you can’t help it. he smells good and he feels warm and you don’t want to pull away. 

“you guys started without me?” he laughs, when he sees the flush of pink across your friends’ faces, the way sana’s eyes are already starting to glaze over a little. you turn to look at him as he speaks. you should regret it immediately, but you don’t ever really think straight around jungkook, not when his weight is pressed comfortably against you like this. you forget how tired you are of him, how angry you are all the time, how you should throw his arm off your shoulder and remind him again that he has a girlfriend and that he can’t keep touching you like you’re his and he’s yours. 

but he’s smiling, bunny teeth poking out, doe eyes sparkling in amusement, and your whole world stops for just a moment, enchanted by the way he surrounds you wholly. 

the moment is interrupted violently by sana launching a pillow straight into jungkook’s face. 

sana, for the amount of alcohol she’s already consumed, has strikingly good aim. it’s kind of a running joke - a sober sana can’t aim to save her life, but a drunk one? astounding accuracy. 

jungkook, infuriatingly so, manages to swipe it out of his way before it can hit him square in the face. “hey,” he complains. “what was that for?” 

“you hey,” sana retorts childishly. “get your hands off y/n. you have a girlfriend now.”

jungkook shrugs. his palm brushes across the span of your shoulder before he fully lets you go. sana narrows her eyes but you pretend not to notice his lingering touch, moving to sit back down next to yerin. 

the group devolves into their usual nonsense - sana (very drunk) and jungkook (very sober) bicker over the superior shapes of pasta while jeongyeon falls asleep in yerin’s lap. jihyo sighs at the way jungkook purposefully prods at sana, who goes off on a tirade about how rotini is leagues better than farfalle (she’s right) but jungkook simply shrugs and says farfalle is shaped like cute little bows and therefore is better. 

you’re about ready to doze off yourself, idly watching whatever sana and jeongyeon have playing on their tv, when sana suddenly shouts. jeongyeon’s head shoots up and narrowly avoids smacking yerin in the face, shocked awake. 

“what, what?” yerin pingpongs between every person in the room, trying to figure out what the cause of the ruckus is. 

sana points at you. “who’s taehyung?” 

you feel every person in the room’s eyes land on you. but your eyes immediately snap to jungkook, while everyone else is shifting and waiting for your answer curiously. jungkook raises his eyebrows back at you. you look away first, eyes darting around the room. jeongyeon is wide awake now, jihyo straightened up from her place on sana’s bed. 

you groan, throwing yourself backwards onto the floor, sprawling out in the limited space. “he’s just a friend,” you drag out the syllables, voice raising louder to drown out the immediate overlapping shouting from your friends. you swear sana and jeongyeon are about to get a noise complaint down to the ra. 

“just a friend,” jungkook’s voice carries through the noise. “i’m surprised you never brought him up, though.” 

you lean up on your elbows. you wonder if you’re just imagining it - the jealous undertone, the way he stares back at you like he’s waiting for you to make your move. daring you to promise everyone that taehyung really is just a friend. 

you don’t want to play this game. you push up into a proper sitting position, leaning back a little to prop yourself up on your palms. “i forgot,” you shrug carelessly. the room is eerily quiet after all the hubbub from before. you match jungkook’s gaze levelly when you say, “i’ll admit he’s cute, though.” 

jungkook tenses, and you hate it. he brings out the worst in you when he’s like this, but all of it is instantly buried under the avalanche of questions your friends have for you after that particular confession. you so rarely have an interest in other people - people who aren’t jungkook - so everyone wants to know. what’s he look like? what’s his major? where’d you meet? 

“just bring him to the festival next weekend,” jungkook chimes in casually. “i’ll bring jisoo. you can all meet her.” 

just like that, jungkook knocks you back into place, reminding you of where you stand. there’s no way jungkook could ever be jealous of taehyung - jungkook has a girlfriend, for god’s sake. you must’ve imagined it all - the careful way he framed his words, the edge to his voice, the flash of displeasure when you called taehyung cute. 

taehyung, who by all means, genuinely is just a friend, even if he is unbearably hot and oddly attentive. 

a friend, also, that you now have to find a way to invite to meet all of your other friends without sounding weird about it. fuck. 

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you’ll chalk this one up to taehyung’s friendly nature. he agrees readily to joining you at the festival - doesn’t even bat an eye at the question, even suggests going together with his friends instead of struggling to find each other there somehow. which would explain why you’re treading across the grass now with four boys in tow, trying not to reveal how painfully awkward you actually are. curse taehyung and his ever-charming grin, he’s the one who got you into this shit. can’t he tell by now how generally averse you are to social situations? 

to make matters worse, his friends are just as devastatingly handsome as he is. jimin had greeted you with a sweet smile (then promptly enveloped you in a hug, and yeah, okay, he smells really good) and hoseok had simply not stopped talking since you met him. only yoongi is relatively quiet, looking just as aggrieved to be here as you feel. 

“yoongi lost a bet,” taehyung whispers in your ear, while hoseok is still telling an extravagant story about… well, you’re actually not sure what about. “we had to force him to come here this early.” 

“i’m a senior,” yoongi gripes, having overheard him. “what could they possibly do that is new this year?” 

“come on now,” hoseok pauses mid-story to enter this conversation with ease. “this is to celebrate our pride and joy for the university, yoongi.” 

you’re not really sure if he means it or if he’s being sarcastic. but the glare yoongi gives him makes you snicker, while jimin throws an arm around both of them. “this is to prepare to get wasted later,” he declares, and jimin looks like the kind of guy who would pass out after approximately two drinks but you get the feeling he can really tank them. you haven’t decided yet whether or not that’s concerning. 

“besides,” hoseok prods yoongi with a finger. “you have to come watch me dance.” 

taehyung had informed you earlier that hoseok is apparently a part of the dance crew performing later, and yoongi is apparently a very good friend, or at least good enough to haul himself out of bed just in time to watch hoseok perform with his crew every year before ambling back home. so it’s just in line with what you know about his friends when yoongi looks like he’s about to acquiesce, only for jimin to give him a wicked grin. “and you lost the bet.” 

yoongi lets out the longest, most tired sigh you’ve ever heard a person make, and you decide you and him are gonna get along quite well. 

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jimin drags yoongi off in the direction of soft pretzels while hoseok heads off to join his dance crew, leaving you and taehyung to wander around for a bit, searching for your friends. you get distracted along the way - since it’s your freshman year, it’s the first time you’ve attended the festival. taehyung attended last year, so he grins widely when your eyes light up at the sight of puppies, a surprised laugh escaping you. 

“so cute,” you scratch the back of one puppy’s ear, a delighted giggle slipping out when the puppy tries to jump into your lap. 

“not as cute as yeontan,” taehyung sniffs, and you arch an eyebrow at him. he whips out his phone immediately, pulling up photos of an adorable pomeranian, pleased when you coo at the photos too. 

the two of you walk around aimlessly. at one point you get two things of cotton candy - taehyung’s eyes go wide when you inform him that yes, you will be eating both of them (which you do, eventually) - while taehyung gets his face painted, an adorable little bear on his left cheek. 

“cute,” you compliment offhandedly. 

“me? i know,” taehyung grins when you roll your eyes. you reach out to shove his face away playfully, but he catches your hand before you can make contact. “careful,” he teases. “you’re gonna get paint everywhere and ruin my beautiful face.” 

“beautiful? where?” you pretend to search him, moving your head left and right and laughing when taehyung releases your hand in a light shoving motion. 

“i’m flawless,” taehyung asserts, straightening his back and flipping invisible hair over his shoulder. you suck in a breath, tilting your head. 

“well, at least you have confidence,” you joke, and he bumps shoulders with you, unashamed. 

you jump when you hear someone yelling your name, hand instinctively coming up to grab taehyung’s arm. he startles at the motion but looks more amused than surprised, while you whip your head around trying to find the source. it doesn’t take long, considering you probably could’ve heard sana from the other side of campus from the way she hollers your name, waving her arms excitedly in tandem with jeongyeon. 

there’s a lot of hugging and greetings and introductions as taehyung gets bombarded on all sides by your friends who are excited and curious to meet him. he takes it all in stride, doesn’t even notice when sana yanks you to the side to hiss what the fuck, he’s gorgeous into your ear. 

(it’s a high compliment from sana, considering her general distaste for men.) 

it’s only when jungkook shows up that things start to unravel, everything falling apart so suddenly and so rapidly you hardly have time to realize it’s happened. 

it starts with seeing his girlfriend on his arm, pretty, dainty fingers wrapped around his bicep as he introduces her. she’s dazzling, ridiculously so. they make a magazine cover-worthy couple; if it didn’t feel like such a punch to the gut you’d be offended by it all. she looks at jungkook like he holds the world in his hands - and the worst part is he looks back at her the same way. 

you barely register the hand she holds out to you - the way jungkook introduces you as one of his closest friends - forcing a smile to your face as you shake her hand before pulling away as fast as you can without being obvious. 

taehyung watches quietly, the way you slowly draw into yourself, one hand crossed over your midsection to hold your other arm. if he had an inkling of what jungkook meant to you before, it’s clear as day now, cemented by the way you refuse to look directly at jungkook. the deep heartache in your eyes betrays the shy smile on your face; even when your eyes crinkle in the corners he can see how sad you are. 

he’s watching your heart splinter right in front of him, and there’s little he can do about it. 

you make the mistake of looking up just as jungkook presses a kiss to jisoo’s cheek. your chest tightens and you swallow hard. it shouldn’t still be this difficult. years of jungkook filtering through girls should have trained you for this - but you’d spent almost just as many years in denial, pretending like his hand wrapped around someone else’s wasn’t driving a stake through your heart every time. 

it’s impossible to pretend anymore, not when you still have the feel of jungkook’s palm against yours memorized. not when you can still recall the way his hands ruffle your hair or the way he looks at you, head tilted, pretty eyes twinkling like you’re special to him. he always looked at you differently. always. 

but never quite the way he does when he looks at his girlfriend. 

you startle when you feel taehyung shuffle in close to you, leaning down and so close that you can feel his breath against your ear. “hey,” he murmurs. “wanna go watch hoseok dance with me? he should be just about ready to go on now.” 

you turn to face him. he’s centimeters away from you but he doesn’t back away, gentle smile curving his lips. his eyebrows raise questioningly, patiently awaiting your answer. 

you don’t notice jungkook watching when taehyung has your attention. you don’t catch the way jungkook frowns, seeing taehyung so close to you, eyebrows furrowing when you offer taehyung a small smile and nod. his expression is cleared by the time you turn back, announcing that you’re off to watch the dance performance, your friends not so subtly shifting their eyes between you and taehyung. 

taehyung nods his head politely at your friends, smile growing tight when he lands on jungkook, before turning away. he rests a hand on your back, guiding you towards the dance stage, and you let him. you don’t see the way jungkook’s jaw clenches slightly, annoyance flashing through his eyes at the sight of taehyung’s hands on you. you’re too focused on trying to leave, put as much distance as you can between him and his brand new girlfriend. 

taehyung drops his hand when you’re out of sight of your friends, though he’s fairly certain he can hear them giggling faintly in the distance, maybe even his name and your name flitting through the conversation. he puts his attention on you instead, trying to gauge whether he should ask about jungkook or not. 

you should be too much trouble. having your heart so blatantly belong to someone else should have alarms ringing wildly in taehyung’s ears, but instead he’d whisked you away, wanting so much to wipe that heartbroken look off your face, to see you smile and ramble and do all the things you do when it’s just you and him. you’re so quiet now, walking silently beside him, atmosphere changed drastically from when he’d taken you around the festival to see all the things the university had to offer today. 

your head jerks up suddenly to look at him, and he flinches out of sheer shock. “how long has hoseok been dancing?” you ask, and he stares blankly at you, astounded by the 180 degree change. 

you’ve wiped all traces of sadness from your expression. curious eyes waiting for his answer, and taehyung has to collect his thoughts before he can answer. “like, i think since he was in elementary school, or something,” he responds. you hum, turning away and nodding. 

“he must be really good at it,” you muse. 

“he is,” taehyung confirms absently, eyes trailing over you. he spots it then, the way your hands are held together as you walk, your right thumb digging hard across the width of your palm, hands twisting together. it’s the only thing betraying the emotions you’re hiding underneath aimless questions about hoseok and the dance performance, which taehyung answers systematically back. 

“hey,” taehyung stops you abruptly, steadying you when you nearly trip from trying to stop so fast. “woops. sorry. can you check if the paint is dry?” 

you look a little confused as he points to his cheek, but don’t question it much when he leans down, close enough to you that you can see his individual eyelashes and the pretty specks in his eyes. you draw back on instinct, putting space between you and him even as your hands detangle to come up and brush your fingers faintly against his skin around the edges of the bear painting on his cheek. 

“i think it’s dry,” you comment, head tilting while your fingers press lightly against his cheek. taehyung tries not to shiver at the feeling of your breath against his skin, or think about how close you are to him, your concentration making you forget how little distance there is between the two of you. one finger slides against the edges of the outline of the bear’s face and you hum, nodding, satisfied with your prodding. “yeah. it’s dry.” 

you turn to look at him, heart jumping at the small quirk in his lips that he does when he recognizes the flustered look on your face at the realization of how far into his space you’d gotten. you back out immediately, taehyung taking his sweet time to rise back up to his full height. 

“thanks,” he smiles, drawing out the ‘s’ a little longer at the end. you narrow your eyes at him in suspicion but let him go back to leading the way to the stage, finding yoongi and jimin and joining them towards the front of the stage. 

while jimin is explaining why he never joined the school dance team to you, taehyung smiles secretively to himself. your hands are no longer worriedly pulling at each other, instead loosely laced together as you listen to jimin’s story, laughing at yoongi’s intermittent interjections. 

when your jaw drops at the sight of hoseok taking over the stage, taehyung feels a warmth in his chest that shows itself in the form of a wide grin that he doesn’t bother to hide. 

other drabbles in the series: like she’s the only girl you’ve ever seen || the worst

series masterlist: till the night is over

taglist: @mwitsmejk @doublejeon  

[eriadu-in-the-wildwood]

For the specific asks: how about 7, 11, and 29! :)

Well hi there, fancy meeting you here!

7. what animal do you look forward to seeing when you visit an aquarium?

The zoo here has a thing where you can pet stingrays, which is very fun. I also really like jellyfish, they are the strangest, most interesting, most beautiful creatures.

11. anything from your childhood you’ve held on to?

I swear I didn’t mean to start collecting old video game systems, but I’ve been dragging around my family’s old SNES and the GameBoy I got as a kid for quite a few years, and things have multiplied. I don’t actually have a tv I can play any of these on, so they currently hang out on top of the bookshelf:

collecting dust.

29. preferred pasta noodle?

I’m not a huge pasta fan, but there’s something I like about rotini. Perfect little spirals, hold just the right amount of sauce… huh, maybe I AM a fan.

Thanks for the ask!

[kittykatconundrum]

Whats your favorite pasta shape

shit. It depends on the context……. I don’t actually eat a lot of pasta… I get fettuccine a lot bc I make fettuccine alfredo. I also love elbows for Mac and cheese. Bow ties look fun but I always feel like they never keep sauce on as well as the others. Rotini has a strange texture to me but I don’t mind it as much with like. Restaurant pasta. And I still eat it so I don’t Hate it.

Ok now I need to know yours