#sorry to other people on the food and dumplings tags

[iloveyoumoss]

8/6/23

Today my friend taught me how to make dumplings! It was so fun and relaxing, and they are SO delicious. We had some for lunch, and now I’m eating them for dinner while I write this. Going to freeze the rest for later. These are pork dumplings with a lot of ginger, cabbage, garlic, scallions, an egg, and plenty of soy sauce, sesame oil, and my friend added a few dollops of oyster sauce. Oh, and salt and some dashi. She likes the Shanghai style wrappers because they are thinner. I can’t wait to make more with her in the future! I have to head to lab in a few minutes, but it is about to thunderstorm here. Hopefully the rain doesn’t get too bad.

[gyunglitter]

i'll always choose you ⚘ choi beomgyu

-for the days being alive seems too hard, you're so happy to have your boyfriend

warnings: none really, just beomgyu being a simp—also, not edited

tags: established relationship, angst, fluff, hurt to comfort

notes: this is the first time i’ve ever finished a story (even if it is just a one shot), but i’m so happy it was this one. i wrote this during a couple of my bad days, so i hope it can help you on yours <3

Beomgyu was just barely getting out of his post-practice shower when he heard his special ringtone he had set just for you go off. You hadn’t talked to each other all day, your last interaction being a quick facetime and good night texts. And while the other members teased him for being clingy, he admitted with his full chest that he missed you. Tiredly wiping a towel through his damp hair, Beomgyu looked at his phone to see a new text message from you.

From: bubs <3

are you busy?

Beomgyu raised an eyebrow at the simple message; typically, you were a pretty energetic texter. It was something he liked about you since he was the same way with people he cared about. Your relationship was still fairly new, but he didn’t think it felt that way with you– the two of you seemed to just get one another, clicking instantly right off the bat and your connection getting deeper with every interaction. So to see a quick text like that surprised him a little bit, but with the thought of getting to facetime you, Beomgyu texted you back immediately.

To: bubs <3

hey, just got out of the shower! practice went a little long today🙃

Beomgyu set his phone down for a moment to throw on some clothes, thinking you would take a bit longer to respond since you typically send longer texts once you knew he was free to talk. However, he was proven wrong when he heard your ringtone go off not even ten seconds later.

From: bubs <3

can i see you?

Beomgyu couldn’t help but feel a little worried as he glanced at the message, throwing his shirt on to get his hands back on his phone. Call him dramatic, but the simple sentence made the worst possible scenarios run through his mind.

To: bubs <3

is everything okay?

what happened?

From: bubs <3

it’s fine

nothing happened

sorry, didn’t mean to worry you

A sigh left Beomgyu’s mouth as he read your last text, confusion and worry only building up even more. Though you assured him nothing had happened, it sure as hell didn’t feel like it. Not only were your texts incredibly bland, but you also weren’t elaborating much of anything, something you supremely hated. Communication was key to you, and he was just now starting to realize why.

To: bubs <3

are you at your dorm right now?

From: bubs <3

yeah

To: bubs <3

okay, did you want any food or anything?? i can drop by the dumpling place or tteokbokki stand on the way to yours! 

From: bubs <3

its fine, see you soon?

To: bubs <3

yeah, i’ll be there in 15

just gotta let the guys know!

Beomgyu waited for any other texts from you to come through, but was left with the same screen. No “thanks”, no “stay safe” text, not even one emoji that could possibly express some form of affection. At first he thought you got into an accident of some disastrous sort, spiking his worries. Now, he can feel the worry levels rising again, this time for himself.

What if you wanted to break up with him?

He thought your two a half months of being together had been perfect so far, he hadn’t messed up once. Sure, he teased you about the way you sang his songs sometimes, or the times you needed his help with your perilla leaf, or even when you couldn’t beat Hueningkai in arm wrestling. But he thought it was cute! He thought you liked him annoying you since you dished it back much worse than he did–BUT WHAT IF YOU DIDN’T?

Oh no. 

He had to beg you to not leave him, he was not ready to let you go, he hadn’t even taken you to meet Toto yet.

You sat by your front door, resting your head beside the door frame as you waited for Beomgyu to show up. You had no idea how much time had passed since you couldn’t even bring yourself to look at your phone after his last message got through to you. You’d left your phone on your bed and used your remaining energy to trudge your way to the front door. You were tired.

True to your texts to your boyfriend, nothing had happened. And it was okay. You weren’t, but the vague subject of “it” very much was. Sort of.

Nothing inherently bad happened to you: no one spilt their coffee on you, no mean people at work, not even a long red light while driving home. It had just been one of those days where the world felt a little heavier on you. You honestly haven't felt this way in a while. Not since before meeting Beomgyu, who made you smile more than you thought was possible. But alas, mental illness isn’t cured so easily.

You’d gotten home from work less than thirty minutes ago, but you had yet to feel any relief yet. Not knowing what to do and not wanting to be alone, you reached out to the boy who makes you feel lighter effortlessly. You’ve only been together for two and a half months, but they have been the happiest two and a half months you’ve experienced–cheesiness be damned.

Frantic knocks on the front door motivated you to get up for your boyfriend, the tightness in your chest already getting ready to loosen at the thought of Beomgyu standing on the other side. 

You could see your boyfriend’s startled face when you opened the door, most likely from the fact that he had barely taken his fist off the wood when you’d whipped it open.

“Y-Y/n! I got here as fast as I could! I know what you’re gonna say, and I just wanna say first that I’m so sorry for teasing you so much–you just make the cutest facial expressions when you get annoyed and I didn’t realize you might have actually cared that I said Hyuka’s arms are bigger than your mom–”

You stared at the boy rambling in front of you, waving one arm in the air as chaotically as his words. However, you also saw in his other hand was a small bunch of flowers–flowers that looked suspiciously like the ones planted in your main lobby’s centerpieces. The poor things still had clumps of dirt on their ends and were staining your boyfriend’s fingers, but he didn’t show any indication of caring as he was still staring at you intently, unshed tears lining his eyes.

This was your boyfriend. Your sweet, loud, silly boyfriend who never failed to make you feel lighter. Effortlessly.

Quickly, you wrapped your arms around Beomgyu’s waist and held him tightly. You felt his arms secure themselves around you automatically. You only realized he’d done it without thinking when he stopped talking and could feel his heart rate suddenly pick up after a few seconds in each other’s arms.

“I don’t wanna break up with you, you loser,” you muttered into his neck and chest.

Beomgyu breathed out. “You don’t?”

“No, I just…really wanted to see you.”

All you could manage was burying yourself even deeper into your boyfriend’s embrace. For the first time today, you felt like you could finally trust someone enough to take hold of the weight from the world and bear it with you. As a result, you slowly leaned against Beomgyu even more and let him really hold you, feeling as if you didn’t have to hold yourself up now that you knew help was here.

Beomgyu tightened his grip on you, when he felt you sigh into his neck. His mind flashed back to the messages you sent. Sure he was relieved that you weren’t trying to leave him, but now he was back to square one: worrying about you.

“Y/n?” He whispered into your hair.

“Hm?”

“I…I really like you, y/n…” Beomgyu admitted quietly. “You said nothing happened, but I know you’re not okay. I don’t know what’s wrong, but please tell me so I can fix it.”

He felt your head burrow even further into him for a second and was about to say…well he doesn’t quite know what to say, he’s just so damn worried about you. But he ended up not needing to say anything. Because you had instead pushed yourself away from his embrace and grabbed his hands, not minding the dirt gathering on your fingers from his pathetic flowers.

“Let’s head inside, Gyu.” 

And you led him through, not letting go of his hand once. Not even when he reached to take off his shoes. You instead stuck to him, as if you couldn’t bear to be physically apart from him for one second. He didn’t mind. He felt the same way.

When you both made it to your room, Beomgyu placed the crushed flowers on your bedside table and laid down on your bed. It only took him a second to open his arms for you to snuggle into him once again, shrinking yourself even more than you had before. He massaged the back of your neck under your hair, a habit he randomly developed with you to soothe both you and himself, and felt you release another big sigh.

Though this felt really nice, Beomgyu couldn’t feel at ease. This was completely new territory for the both of you. Sure, you had many quiet moments together. But your silences together were more so ones of peace. This one felt more like…an absence. As if he was missing something and just waiting for you to fill it in again.

“Thanks for the flowers. I’m sorry I worried you so much,” you whispered, your voice so low he wouldn’t have been able to hear had it not been for the lack of space between you. You sounded so, well, small.

And as much as Beomgyu wanted to tell you it was okay, he knew he couldn’t. Because if he said it was, you’d think you could do it again. And he really did not want to go through feeling like this again. Others would call him dramatic, but he calls it his Y/n Intuition. You may be the light in his life, but he knows all about hiding your real feelings behind a smile.

“I just…I don’t think about what I’m saying or doing sometimes when I get…like this…”

He can practically hear the struggle you’re going through as you try to communicate with him.

“What is this, bubs?” Beomgyu asked patiently, prompting you to keep trying.

Taking a breath, you took the time to sort out your thoughts before saying, “Somedays I just wake up…duller I guess.”

“Duller?”

You nodded hesitantly. “Like the colors are fading, my days all become the same, and even though I just woke up I’m so tired. And I just…don’t get the point anymore.”

Beomgyu tried his hardest to not flinch at your confession. 

“I’m so tired, Beomgyu, I can’t bring myself to do anything. And I can’t want to do anything either. Just the thought of it….” You shook your head back and forth, as if to erase what you’d just said. “Agh, I hate myself sometimes. I’m sorry, that’s so lazy. I’m not like this most of the time, I promise, Gyu. Some days are just harder than others.”

Beomgyu frowned deeply at your denial to yourself. He didn’t like hearing the things you thought about unconsciously, but even more, he didn’t like the way you talked about yourself.

“Why do you talk about yourself like that?” He asked, hands still.

You raised your head to look up at him. “Like what?”

“‘Lazy’. You’re not lazy, y/n.”

“That’s what being lazy is, dude,” you scoffed, letting out a light laugh.

But Beomgyu shook his head. “That’s not the root of the issue–there’s a difference between being lazy and overwhelmed. It happens to me too, you can’t help that sometimes. But you’re. Not. Lazy, y/n. You just need help.”

He watched as your eyes widened at him, before you frowned and scoffed, mostly aimed toward yourself. “I’m, uh, not very good at asking for help.”

“You did a good job of getting me here,” Beomgyu smiled.

You shook your head at him. “But I wasn’t trying to get you here for help. I…” you sighed out, laying your head back in Beomgyu’s neck. “I just wanted you.”

With a new soft feeling taking over, Beomgyu nearly burst into tears for the second time that night. He felt things in his heart and stomach he had never felt before, and he didn’t want it to ever go away. God, he couldn’t put a proper name to how he felt, but he wanted you too.

“I missed you today, “ he whispered into the quiet room.

“Yeah?” you whispered back.

“Mhm. Practice went long today, but it felt even longer because I couldn’t focus on anything but that goodnight text you sent me last night.”

“It wasn’t anything special, Gyu,” you said, but he could tell that you were blushing, which made him let out a soft chuckle.

“I swear, you have such a way with words, bubs, I think you chose the wrong profession,” he joked lightly, feeling the way your lips curved against his neck. “But it’s not always the words you say that matter to me, it’s the fact that you say anything at all.”

Beomgyu’s hand that had been rubbing the back of your neck moved down to squeeze your waist again.

He said softly, “I know it’s hard for you to see what the point is some days, I feel like that sometimes too. But I just have to remind myself of the things that keep me happy.”

“Like Toto?” you chimed in, a small smile creeping up your lips as Beomgyu snorted at your lame joke to stop your tears from coming.

“I was thinking more about you, but yes, I guess he counts too.”

You gasped playfully, “Wow, some pet owner you are.”

He just shrugged in response. “It was either that or a being a good boyfriend, bubs.”

“Well,” you sighed heavily, “Even though I feel bad for your bird, I have to say I am grateful you chose the second option. I mean, look at these beautiful flowers you got me. They’re so authentic, they still have the dirt from my lobby on them.”

Beomgyu merely smiled, before saying, “It’s not that hard of a decision—I’ll always choose you, bubs.”

He felt a groan reverberate off of his neck from your whining form and tried to stop the laugh from bubbling out of his chest, knowing it would distract you from his point. Meanwhile you were too busy trying to fight off your embarrassment.

“Oh my god, Gyu, you’re so cheesy!” You try and nestle into your boyfriend further to hide from him, but fail as you’re already as close as can be. And with the fact that Beomgyu does not put up with it this time.

“No y/n, I mean it!” Your boyfriend pushed you away gently but firmly to make you see his gaze that was filled with determination and sincerity. “I know it’s only been a couple of months, but you need to know this because I can’t see myself not being with you anytime in the near future. Meaning there are going to be more days like this, whether it’s you feeling off, or me! While I try to let you know just how much I care about you everyday, I want you to remember especially on the hard days that you are so important; to the people you call family, to the people you work with, to the people you smile at, to our friends, to my family, to me. God, y/n, you mean the world to me.”

You could feel tears start to build up on your lash line. Usually you’d try and hide away when you started to get emotional, but between Beomgyu’s firm hands holding you and his own watery eyes staring intently into yours, you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away.

“While I want you to be the happiest person everyday of your life and never have to cry, I know personally how that isn’t healthy or fair of me to put on you,” Beomgyu said, his voice starting to become wobbly, “So whenever you feel like this, I want you to know that I understand. And if you’ll have me, I’ll be here.”

The tears were already falling, from both your eyes and his, but you didn’t care. All you could feel was Beomgyu’s heart beating under your hand as you slowly moved it to rest on his chest. Your heart rate matched his easily, speeding up just the tiniest bit as Beomgyu moved his hand to rest on top of yours.

“Gyu…”

“Please have me, Y/n. I really, really like you. And I want to be here, no matter what kind of day it is,” he whispered now, the words slowly getting lower the closer you inched to him.

You let out the smallest laugh, as if the peaceful feeling filling your stomach was floating through your lungs to now fill the small space between you and your boyfriend's lips. The laugh was a tinkly, kind sound that seemed to have reached Beomgyu, because the tears running down his cheeks were overtaken by his dimples you so famously adored. Your laugh sounded out, but the smile on your face remained as you started to cup his cheek and lightly trace over his dimple.

“God…you mean the world to me too, Beomgyu,” you whispered.

Your voice sent shivers down Beomgyu’s spine, and the way he sighed in awe at your words made you lean forward to close the space between you two, your lips finally connecting after what felt like too long.

His hands shifted to tugging you even closer as he sighed in the kiss. You hummed against his lips as well, relishing in the way he deepened the kiss, a bit desperately as if he couldn’t possibly get enough of you. You couldn’t complain, as you felt the exact same. And as you felt the connection between you both deepen, you could also feel the tightness in your chest melt away.

While you knew your problems/feelings weren’t something Beomgyu could kiss away, you knew he would understand. You knew he would be there. And you knew he would care. 

And for now, that was enough to get you out of bed the next morning with a smile, ready to take on another day.

(additional) notes: just wanted to say that while this beomgyu isn’t real, i hope y’all know that everything this one said is still true. if y’all need anything, message me or any of the ones mentioned and watch some to do :)

[lagncx]

birthday

Erm. Enjoy. Sorry I don’t have fancy format. Wait here I got you!

ahem Tw: none really just fluff, a son, and laezel and shadowheart kinda ship in here. Please don’t take these serious unless you enjoy it. Leave likes it helps!

words: idk…if I’m guessing 700 or something

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   Your husband brushed your sons hair to the side neatly “Are you sure you want to go? You don’t have to.” He said and you groaned “Astarionnnn you asked him ten times and he answered yes ten times” he just huffed “I know but he’s never hanged out with his friends without us there!” You rubbed your eyes “and he won’t all parents are going to be there just not patrolling them” your son looked between you both his face all puffy “And! You agreed to watch La’zel and Shadowhearts daughter!” He did and he sighed they both adopted a real youngin and Astarion was somehow great with babies and they were busy with other things so they called him and he being so caring took the job as a challenge free of a fee. 

  Your son was 5 and he had the cutest smile like his father's teeth sharp and not many people know about your husband and son's little fangs. 

  You guys arrived at the home. It was large but not overwhelming and Astarion didn’t have to ask as you both were seated next to the cheese board and food facing the grass yard where the children played. “It’s so good to finally meet you, our boy has done nothing but talk about your son all the time!” Lorraine, mother to your child’s friend said. Astarion smiled as he bottled fed the little baby he was watching for your friends “it’s so nice to meet you also.”    Luckily Astarion had on a cloak and was in the shade but he had his eyes on your son as he ran around playing tag and all that kid stuff 

  Your son, Arthur had fallen on top of the other parent's kid. Astarion gasped “Oh! Darling are you alright” The other boy’s mother rushed over. “Alright let’s see the damage” she whispered wiping grass from your son's shirt as he wailed loudly, his mouth catching his tears. You got up and hustled over “Hey my little Prince what’s wrong?” You whispered kneeling down to see his busted lip. “Oh damn.” You cursed. His little fangs nipped his own lip. “Is he alrig-…oh.” Lorraine whispered before looking back at Astarion who was clueless

 “Listen Lorraine he’s-“ you started but before you could finish 

“A vampire.” The other boy said “Cool!” He smiled “no no. Not cool. You don’t know if he’s hungry!” Lorraine hushed her son’s excitement. You stood up immediately growing defensive “Excuse me!” You growled “He’s not some rabid dog!” You lurched over her, your shadow blocking the sun from her face.

“but your gonna know what a real one is.” You warned your nose scrunched with rage and disgust. Astarion ran over to your side cloak covering him holding the baby tightly (sweet dumpling had no idea what was going on and the sight of astarions beautiful chin was all she needed). 

  Star looked down at his boy who’s lip was bleeding watching him reach for his freind but your leg blocked the way as you stepped forward. Astarion sighed frustratedly putting a hand on your chest. “My son isn’t a monster. He barely got his fangs in and he’s still not ready for any real bloodlust yet. I’m sorry I know the scare is a lot, and please excuse my partner.” You snapped your head at him “Dont speak for me Astarion. I am an adult.” You huffed and he rolled his eyes “Darling please. They’re scared and that’s okay.” He said “The hells are they scared of?!” You yelled. 

  “Because my home was opened to you, my son and your son have been around each other countless times it is important information that I have to know!” Lorraine tried to reason with you “And monster never. Never. Came out my mouth!” She said her boy only pushed her out the way and went over to your little baby bat and hugged him “I’m sorry I fell and tripped you.” He whispered rubbing your sons back as he sniffled. 

Lorraine stood back watching the two boys. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” Your boy said his voice broken and small his white hair filled with grass and leaves, astarion itching to pick them out but…he can wait. Lorraine’s husband walked over “Eh, it’s a bit of a shock but damn shits been crazier. Plus them boys love each other look at that. Brothers till the end. Plus you ain’t the only one with a kid with a bad reputation. Cept our boy who’s 14 he’s a theif. Not a cool undead being.” His accent was heavy. Throwing off the whole situation as you and star looked at each other shrugging. 

   After telling Lorraine there was no need to worry. You decided it was time to go HOME fucking bummer of a party and the food wasn’t even good.

—-

  Astarion brushed your sons hair while you put some balm on his lip. “Papa…am I a monster?” You blinked and looked at Astarion making eye contact 

“No.” “Yes” you both said at the same time. Astarion glared at you. “What?! I thought we were telling the truth” you could’ve swore air popped out of Arthur the way he slumped back sadly. Astarion sighed “you are a monster but your not a bad one. You can be but papa is also a vampire. And I’ll always be here to help. You come to me when you need it okay?” He smiled kissing Arthur’s nose making him go from frown to smile squealing from the small tickles. 

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After  You laid your son to bed you crawled into the bed with your husband he was sewing your sons new custom wardrobe. “What do you think darling? Some flower designs? Vines? Thorns?…hm. Thorns” you smiled what was the point of asking if he was gonna decide himself. You smiled and pushed his hands out the way and kissed him a bunch “Astarion, I love you” you cooed “Ohhh no no you don’t what did you do this time?!” He fumed 

You sniffled “okay first kiss me a few times so I won’t be scared to say it” Astarion scoffed but kissed you back sweetly around your lips before pulling away “speak” he ordered.

 You sniffed “so you know how you said to soak his new clothes you made him.” Astarion nodded eyes wide “Yes and I put a paper with the exact order of how to.” He nodded “Okay so I put one of the clothes in the pink soap and rose oil first.” Astarion nodded “yes.” You stuttered tears coming up “stay with me love! Tell me the rest” he encouraged. “T-then I put the other clothes up to dry.” 

Astarion pushed hair out of your face smiling “Darling that’s literally everything you were supposed to do.” He smiled 

You kissed his hand and his knuckles “yes…and” you whispered 

“And?” He raised a brow smile fading 

“They were taking too long to dry so I decided to put some heat around with just a bit of fire bolt without throwing it but then they caught on fire and I think it was because of the oil!” You gasped letting it all out at once. You saw the way your dressers shook and the sound of the world shaking felt like the damn absolute was coming back but it was just the waves radiating from Astarion. You smiled “but I love you. And I decided to give them to a tailor to fix it so you wouldn’t have to work on it. ^~^” you smiled.

“WHAT!!” he yelled.

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This is something from a few months back I decided to finish it and yk it’s just brain rot

[iphijaania]

i saw the tags you put on the mongolian tea video and i'm mega intrigued (i love hearing about food from other cultures!!): googling rondijzhu yields no results, and laghman comes up as a type of noodle dish? would you mind talking a bit abt the breakfast from chitral? :D

@albertinesimonet I'm so, so, so sorry for how long it's taken me to answer this 😭 University's been hell, I really want to give this answer the detail it deserves, so I hope you can forgive the fact that it's, like, a month late.

Anyway! I'm so happy someone on Tumblr's taken interest in my tiny river-valley hometown! This entire answer is going to function as me gushing about it now lol. Some context on what I'm about to say is that while Chitral is in Pakistan, it's in the far, far north of it, bordering the Tajik-majority area of Afghanistan and very, very close to Tajikistan. So while Chitral is, through borders, considered part of South Asia, its culture and cuisine is much more similar to more Central Asian ones.

(There's Chitral on a map of Pakistan!)

Another thing worth mentioning is that 'Chitral' itself is a bit of a catch-all term for the general part of Pakistan that speaks a language called 'Khowar' and its dialects, not taking into account the fact that the cultures within the Chitral district vary wildly based on where exactly in the mountains you are. Just saying that so you know to take what I say with a grain of salt, and just know that it's applicable to a specific part in this specific region of the district (think somewhere in the green portion on the map below).

With that said, breakfast in Chitral can be anything, as long as it's hearty! People generally don't have a solid 'lunch', as midday is the best time to get outdoor work done, so big breakfasts are the norm. In summer, it's butter tea (tea with butter and salt boiled into the milk) with dried fruits (I'm a fan of apricots, but dried grapes, peaches and assorted berries are common too) and Chitrali bread (which is very, very thick; I think some people call it tikki but we've just always called it 'Chitrali bread' lol), usually with cottage cheese. You can stuff the Chitrali bread with minced meat (goat or lamb, mostly), cottage cheese or milk curds too!

Winter, though, is where breakfast becomes key, and which is where the foods you asked about come in– in summer, at least, the weather is better so you do have time to eat in the afternoon, but in winter? No chance. In Chitral, winter breakfasts are massive, warm and hearty as hell. Salty butter tea is still a must, coupled with Chitrali bread which, in winter, is usually stuffed. A lot of people choose to add milk curds into the tea, but I never liked doing that, so. Rip.

Other people add dried rondijzhu (which is a very, very rough Anglicisation of a Khowar word so I'm not surprised nothing came up when you Googled it!) to their tea too. Rondijzhu, which is also served generally at breakfast in the winters, is basically just portions of spit-roasted lamb or goat that are really, really heavily salted (Chitral isn't the place to go if you have cholesterol issues) to make sure they last. A lot of people take aside parts of the freshly spit-roasted meat to slice it up into little chunks and dry it seperately to the rest of the rondijzhu, so they can use it as stuffing, in tea, in mantu (steamed dumplings– pretty similar to Chinese bao!), et cetera.

Another use for rondijzhu, and a way to heat it up for breakfast, is by boiling it with khalli, or laghman (they're both the same thing– we call it laghman but I know people in the vicinity of Chitral city call it khalli). It is indeed a type of noodle dish! It's basically just soft wheat noodle soup cooked with usually either minced meat or chunks of mutton or beef and a shitton of herbs. It's more on the brothy side, and so is super warming, especially when served alongside Chitrali bread. Something people (or, at least, we) tend to do is, when boiling the wheat noodles that were cut the night before for the morning laghman, adding rondijzhu to the noodles. This both warms up the rondijzhu and acts kind-of like stock for the laghman broth. You can take the rondijzhu out and eat is seperately, or keep it in the laghman, your choice (I personally prefer having it seperately, but I'm a picky eater by mountain village standards).

That said, laghman isn't strictly a breakfast food. Hell, none of these are. Chitrali bread is eaten with salty butter tea in the afternoon, laghman and rondijzhu are eaten for dinner too, and a lot of other Chitrali food that I haven't mentioned (like harisa, which we stole from the Armenians, or pilau or any variation of taaw meat– meat cooked on a gridle– et cetera) can also work as 'breakfast' food. As long as it fills you up, keeps you warm, and allows you to not die of various vitamin deficiencies, it's perfect as Chitrali breakfast or dinner.

tl;dr: breakfast is a social construct and, in Chitral, food is food no matter what time of the day it is 💖

[zingaplanet]

Tagged by @surreality51! Thanks and sorry for the late reply, I was on a short holiday with no signal

Rules: answer 10 questions and tag 10 people you want to know better

Relationship status: Single and v v happy! (Stay drama free peeps ❤️)

Favourite colour: None, i love to paint so I gotta be partial to all my colours 😉

Three favourite foods: Noodles, dumplings, soups! (Who doesn't like them??? I dare you!)

Song stuck in my head: Just been to a folk music fest and this one originally from a traditional scottish band is such a banger (be careful you'll get obsessed!)

Last thing I listened to: My flatmate's excited squeals coming home from work seeing I'm back from my short trip! 🥺🥰

Last thing I googled: reserving a pub for my mini post-birthday celebration with friends!

Time: 20:25

Dream trip:

Trekking the full West Highland Way across the Scottish highlands from Glasgow to Fort William (doing it this year wish me luck mutuals!)

Also doing the full Annapurna Sanctuary trek up in Nepal and the himalayas but this one needs a lot more training and planning so hopefully i'll be able to do it one day! 🤞

Anything I really want: Oh honestly, just enough time, courage, luck and money to travel the world and meet incredible people every day. Maybe one day I can backpack full time ❤️

Currently reading: I've just finished reading High Adventure by Edmund Hillary! It's incredible go read it, it tells his story of the first ascent of Everest in 1953 with Tenzing Norgay

Last song: I love this one by Old Sea Brigade ❤️ a perfect companion when you're solo travelling or just up adventuring by yourself somewhere

Last movie: I went to watch Hanks' A Man Called Otto the other day I was so moved!

Last series: ummm... i'm rewatching House MD cause it's my comfort series hehe

Sweet, savoury, or spicy: SPICY! BRING ON THE HEAT!

Currently working on: nothing! Currently working on some job applications and planning my next ceilidh haha

Craving: MOMOS. MOMOS. MOMOS FTW. HAVE YOU TRIED THEM??????? They're my precious little buns i miss them 🥟

Tea or coffee: Coffee, i take it as strong as humanly possible without giving me a heart attack ☕️☕️☕️

Tagging @aramblingjay @tam-is-blogging @tocadoguara @bluskype @bluespring864 @thesunshinehoneyusstuff @alexturntable @ispeakmorelanguagesthanyou + everyone who wants to do it!

[everybodyshusband]

get to know me: tag game!

thank you for the tag, @crooked-hourglass!!! <3

relationship status: platonically in love with my american husband single :)

favourite colour: dark green!!! closely followed by brown

song stuck in my head: piano sonata no. 11 in A major (rondo alla turca) ; mozart

last song i listened to: griftwood ; ghost

three favourite foods: carrot cake, malfatti (italian spinach and ricotta dumplings), and spicy noodles :D

last thing i googled: "how to spell malfeti" ksdjfhgh

dream trip: europe, i think. specifically ireland, france and wales :) although america and other parts of europe are also pretty high up on my list!

anything i want: ghost to come to australiaaaa >:(

i don't have ten people to tag, ahhh! i'm going to default to@finding-jinx, @sphylor, and (the aforementioned american husband) @spoiledleaff as per usual, haha! (i'm sorry if you've been tagged already!)

[yum3naps]

This is soo long, thank u for the tag asher !! XP // Sorry I hid the other reblogs, it was lagging my phone ☹️

- I have three cats, but none of them live with me :CC I have a cat, named lona at my dad's house, and two other cats at my aunt's house ! // I don't live wit my dad

- I don't really have a comfort food, but if I were to choose I like really warm crunchy stuffs,, ex : soft cookies or fried wantan (A crunchy dumpling)

- Im learning a lot of languages and know some words of many, But like if languages I can say in a sentence/daily conversations are English, Malay, German !! :3 // I learn german for fun 🙏

- A lot of people, and I mean basically ALMOST everyone I know irl, they say that I remind them of a cat.. for both my physical appearance and my behaviour.. They saw I have this specific smile, that goes :3

- I'm really proud of how far I've gone in life in general 😭😭 Looking at all my troubles and my days where I'd rot in bed, and now Im a productive student AND IDOL TOO.. 😭😭

I'm really happy for all my followers and moots, they really make my day!! Especially if I had like a hard day at school, and I come home with like "Oh, I drew Mingyue for you!!" LIKE OK BRO, LETS GET MARRIED /P /NSRS

~

Unfortunately, I lack moots on tumblr so I have to end it here ☹️☹️

Tag game because I want to know you better !

-Do you have a pet ?

-Comfort food ?

-How many languages do you speak ?

- Random fact about yourself

-Something you’re proud of

To begin this little tag game, I’ll tag @ebony-reine-vibes @freddie-77-ao3 @newobsessioneveryweek @thehaikuman and @miraclesnail

I hope the questions aren’t boring and love you all 😘

[spoopy-but-safe]

I've been going back and forth on sharing this since I wrote it... I figured it wouldn't hurt to post it now.

This is a personal comfort piece called "Long day". For anyone new, the two main characters here are representations of me and my boyfriend. It's written with his approval, don't worry.

They are adults in this story (it's set currently/recently), but this is NOT a nsfw story. Please don't try to make it one! It's just some cuddly stuff I made to help me sleep.

I'm not sure this story needs any warnings, honestly. Let me know if I need to tag anything. It's long, so I'm putting it under a readmore.

***

After the day he'd had, Kai felt like a zombie as he staggered to the treehouse.

It was a busy and annoying day at the workshop. A particularly shitty client ate up the last bit of his day, requesting a complex polearm-type weapon and raising hell when Kai told him it could take several days to make. Eventually, Keegan stepped in and dealt with the belligerent man himself, and told Kai he could head out early.

As soon as Kai got onto the porch of the treehouse, Kiera opened the door for him and basically pulled him in.

"Well, you're home early!" She said.

"Yeah, we had this horrible old man come in and start screaming at us. It was the cherry on top of the shitass day I had. Keegan let me go early, thank fuck." Kai grumbled, going over to their shared bed and sitting down to take off his shoes.

Kiera came and sat with him. "Aw, babe, I'm sorry… Want me to run you a bath?"

"Oh, yes, please." Kai said, laying back onto the bed.

Kiera leaned down and kissed him softly, then got up and went into the bathroom. Kai heard the water start, and then heard Kiera rummaging around in the cabinets. After a bit of that, she came back and laid down next to him.

"So… I was about to start cooking here in a bit. I got these dumpling things with goat cheese inside and some kind of pesto cream sauce while I was at the market today." She said.

"Oooohh…" Kai groaned. His mouth started to water.

Kiera reached over and rubbed his belly. "I can cook while you're in the bath so it'll be ready by the time you get out. Would you, uh… Want dessert after?"

He looked over at her and seriously considered it for a moment, but then thought about how achy he was.

"Would you mind doing the other way around? I could use some healing." He said.

Kiera grinned. "Of course, cutie. Your bath should be ready in a sec, if you wanna go ahead and get in there."

Kai stiffly got up and went into the bathroom, finding the tub full of bubbles and smelling of some sweet herbs. He undressed as quickly as he could and slipped himself into the hot water.

After a few more moments, he turned off the tap and let himself sink in. He didn't know what exactly Kiera had put in it, but it smelled and felt amazing.

Kiera came in after a bit and sat on the closed lid of the toilet. "Just put the water on to boil. Want to talk about the rest of your day while we wait?"

Kai spent the next several minutes telling her about the people who'd come in that day, shitty and otherwise. The old man was definitely the worst out of the bunch, but all the little annoyances leading up to him definitely stacked up.

"What a dickhole. I bet Keegan literally kicked his ass out the door." Kiera said, "The water should probably be boiling by now. Those dumplings are fresh, so they'll only take a couple minutes to cook."

Kai nodded. "Okay. I'll drag myself out of here in a minute."

As Kiera was about to walk out the door, she turned around. "Oh, make sure to rinse off really well. That soap smells great, but it doesn't taste very good."

Kai laughed weakly. "Okay."

He decided to drain the tub and use the showerhead to rinse himself off as Kiera tended to the food. He took his time, relishing in the soothing warmth of the water on his skin.

He took a few minutes to rinse himself all over, then hopped out and wrapped himself in a towel. He stepped out and went to their bed, where his pajamas were waiting for him. Kiera clanked around in the kitchen as he dried himself off and got dressed.

"The food is ready." She said as he pulled on his shirt. "You can turn something on to watch, I'll bring your food over in a second."

Kai picked up the remote and started flipping around, looking for something to watch. As he scrolled through his options, Kiera came over from the kitchen. When he looked up, rather than holding two bowls, she was holding one bowl and a cup.

When Kiera held the bowl out to him, but kept the cup, he realized what she was doing. "Are you not gonna eat?"

She smiled. "I figured you'd be more comfortable with just some tea in there for tonight."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. If you're worried that I'll be hungry, you could just shrink a little less. You know, if you wouldn't mind being a little more snug." Kiera said, patting her belly.

"That sounds nice, actually." Kai said, taking the bowl from her.

The smell of the food was intoxicating. He abandoned the remote for a moment to take a bite.

"Oh, wow…" He mumbled.

"Good?" Kiera asked

Kai wiped his mouth and nodded. "Mhm."

He took another bite and then picked the remote back up. He had to go ahead and pick something to watch so he didn't down all his food in a couple seconds.

He settled on an episode of a comforting cartoon and began to eat. It took a lot of restraint not to just stuff it all in his mouth at once. Even while slowing himself down, he finished it all in just a couple minutes.

Kiera tried to take the bowl to the sink for him, but he decided she'd done enough already and took it himself. He rinsed it out and returned to the bed.

Kiera laid back against the headboard and sipped her tea. Kai curled up on his side and laid his head on her belly. She threaded the fingers of her free hand into his hair, gently scratching his head.

They sat like this and continued to watch the show, chattering softly to each other from time to time. Kai intermittently heard Kiera's stomach growl, as well. He realized he'd be hearing it all around him soon and snuggled in a bit more. After the day he had, he was certainly ready for it.

Kiera finished her tea and set her mug aside. She reached down and began to rub his back. He began to feel like he was about to fall asleep, but forced himself to stay awake. He wanted to finish the episode, and to be healed.

After several grueling minutes of fighting sleep, the credits finally rolled.

Kiera yawned and stretched. "Alright. I'm gonna go brush my teeth. Wanna go ahead and take the potion so you can brush, too?"

Kai huffed. "I don't wanna brush."

"You gotta." Kiera said, patting his cheek.

"Fiiine." Kai groaned, "Give me the juice."

Kiera laughed a bit and pushed him gently. "Let me up and I'll get it."

She went to the potion cabinet, took out a familiar little bottle, and brought it back to him. Kai had enough practice taking this stuff by now that he knew just how much he'd need. He took a small sip of the potion, and shrank down to around a foot in height.

Kiera carried him to the bathroom and set him on the counter, and they both brushed their teeth.

"Alright… You ready?" Kiera asked, leaning down over him.

"Very ready." Kai said, reaching up and playing with her hair as it fell over him.

Kiera picked him up again and brought him back to the bed. She sat down in the middle of it with him in her lap and kissed him on the forehead.

"You smell so good…" Kiera said in a tone that gave him butterflies. She pressed her lips against his forehead again, then stuck out her tongue and quickly licked his face. "… And you taste even better."

Kai ducked a bit as she opened her mouth and picked him up by the waist.

Kiera didn't delay it any further. Quickly, but gently, she sent him down into the snug, safe embrace of her belly. She let out a soft, satisfied sigh, and Kai felt both her hands press in from outside.

He flipped himself right side up and settled in. The soreness was already beginning to fade from his legs. For the first time all day, he fully relaxed, and leaned forward into the wall in front of him.

"Comfy?" Kiera asked, slowly rubbing her middle.

"Yeah…" Kai mumbled, "… Thank you, tiny."

"Heh. No need to thank me. I'd call this a win-win. I'm gonna sleep like a rock for sure." Kiera said.

With that, she laid back, pulled the blanket over herself, and picked up the remote to choose something to sleep to. With her free hand, she idly rubbed her belly.

Kai shifted around slightly in her stomach, getting comfortable. As Kiera rubbed her belly, she also massaged Kai all over. That, combined with the rhythm of her heart and the little hums of her voice as she decided what to watch combined to all but hypnotize him.

Kiera had nearly settled on what to put on when she heard Kai begin to snore. She smiled and whispered, "goodnight, cutie." to him. She had a moment where she felt overwhelmed with love, and she had to sink down into the bed to take it all in before she could continue her search.

She just barely managed to pick a video before the warmth and fullness in her stomach knocked her out.

The sleep they managed to get that night was so deep and restful that it almost felt wrong. Almost.

[poguesrforlife]

Young and Beautiful | Rudy Pankow - Part 4

I have to apologise... THIS TOOK ME WAY TOO LONG! I am truly so sorry and I hate how this came out and it feels like a stupid filler and ugh. I hope you guys still love it. Again can't thank you enough for all the support! Tagging all of you lovely people took nearly as long as writing this (just kidding) but you guys truly I Love you. In the next chapters be prepared for: angst and smut and a whole roller coaster of Rudy and Y/N.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Trigger warning: swearing? pretty harmless otherwise

Word count: 2,074 words

Y/N just got the role of her lifetime, starring beside the cast of Outer Banks in the second season as JJ’s love interest. It’s a dream come true and gets even dreamier when she meets Rudy Pankow her alleged love interest. Lines start to blur between reality and film and Y/N is left wondering if taking a leap of faith is worth risking her career.

[GIF not mine credits to owner]

The salty scent of chicken stock filled the apartment as you stirred the wooden spoon through your concoction clockwise. All bright lights were shut off except the one above the stove, lulling the place in darkness. You could barely make out the two suffering figures on the couch.

“I think my head is going to explode,” Madelyne whined dramatically and snuggled deeper into her blanket which made you chuckle.

“Stop whining!” Madison whined right back and rubbed her temples, hugging a trash can close to her.

Both of your friends were currently nursing a really bad hangover and you had been assigned as their caretaker for today, as you were wondrously quite alright after your adventurous night out.

“You both are babies,” You pointed out and transferred the soup you had prepared to two bowls. 

With a tray loaded with hangover cures you made your way to the living room and the two invalids.

“What’s that?” Madelyn peeked up when the scent of the soup hit her. You could only laugh at her big brown hungry eyes.

“Pelmeni soup, a hangover cure from home. It’s basically broth with some special dumplings.” You handed her the bowl carefully and watched as she eagerly began eating.

Madison however was harder to convince.

“If I eat anything right now it will land on the carpet three seconds later,” She warned and hugged her trash can closer.

“Believe me, it’s gonna help,” You passed the bowl over to her suspicious face, “Just eat it. You need the electrolytes.”

“It’s that what the Gatorade is for?” Maddie inclined and tried reaching for the blue bottle without spilling the contents of her soup.

“Yeah,” You laughed and helped her reach the bottle.

Content silence ensued as you watched your friends eating without complaining once. When you thought they were satisfied for now you made your way back to the kitchen to check up on your phone. The butterflies in your stomach fluttered when you saw the messages on your screen.

Rudy: - Am I the only 1 who’s not turned into a whining baby last night? - 

Chase won’t stop complaining about his headache - 

Yesterday was definitely more fun… a lot more x - 

Do u have a hangover as well? I could take care of you, rather than Chase -

Miss u already <3 -

You couldn’t help but feel a little mad at yourself for having such a strong liver. You wished Rudy would take care of you right now, but instead you were stuck with tweedledum and tweedledee.

You: - I’m doing surprisingly fine after the tequila fiesta I had -

Though I am familiar with the whining concept… - 

Just made some hangover soup from home, if u wanna get some for Chase -

U know so u wouldn’t have to miss me anymore x -

You felt quite bold after sending that last message but you couldn’t help the longing all your body seemed to have for the blonde boy that had enthralled you last night.

A minute after the blue ticks appeared next to your message there was a knock on your door. 

The Maddies groaned from the living room at the loud noise and you hurried towards the source. 

A smiling Rudy was staring back at you as you swung the entrance door open.

“Wow, you are quick,” You breathed out surprised and stepped aside so he could come in.

“Had some good motivation,” He whispered and left a soft kiss on your cheek as he hugged you sideways. You could already feel the blood rushing to your head by the simple gesture. 

He gave you his signature Rudy smile as he saw your flushed cheeks but you only rolled your eyes and pushed him towards the kitchen.

“Who’s that?” Bailey screamed from the other room which made Rudy pivot in his step and make his way towards your invalids.

“G’day sunshines,” He greeted the two blanket burritos loudly. Without hesitation he flipped the lights on. Devastated groaning could be heard from the two girls.

“Oh my God, why did you invite him?” Madison whimpered and buried her head deeper into the blanket.

“He is literally the biggest pain in the ass,” Madelyn agreed and slurped on with her soup.

“Geez, I love you guys too,” Rudy fired back and let you pull him back into the separated kitchen.

“I feel sorry for you, Chase is not even half as bad as them and you have two,” He admitted and followed your body instinctively as you leaned against the counter. 

“We should pile all of them into one apartment,” You thought out loud and watched as he cornered you between his arms and the counter. His muscled arms on either side of you and the proximity of his body to yours drove your hormones crazy and you had to cross your arms to keep from touching him. 

“So we would have an apartment to ourselves?” His eyes rested on your lips as he spoke, not seeing how you rolled your eyes. But either way you couldn’t ignore the effect these words had on you.

“So we could take better care of them,” You finished your thought in a serious tone and unwound your arms to push him back a bit.

He was quick to catch your wrist however and pull you even closer towards him. “I can take real good care of you, too.”

Your breath caught in your throat, you didn’t miss the innuendo. Some part of you would have kissed him senseless right there if the girls weren’t in the room next door.

A whole other part however was nagging with self-doubt. 

You were scared to your bones to screw this up. Not only your friendship, or relationship or whatever this was, with Rudy, but also your very first shot at a break in the business.

What if you fell in love? And he didn’t? What if you couldn’t look at each other at some point? 

It was eating you alive to only think about all the risks you were taking at this. But a bigger part of you wanted him, needed him. Yesterday night only made the feeling worse.

“What’s going through your pretty head?” The blonde Adonis in front of you whispered. All your worries seemed to wash away as you locked eyes with him.

“Nothing,” You shook your head and nestled closer to him. Body to body, heart to heart and finally mouth to mouth.

He lowered his lips on yours gently, so different from last night, so sweet. You would never get tired of kissing him, of feeling the soft pillows of his lips move against yours. You broke away from him before it got too heated, remembering the two girls next door.

“So,” He breathed heavily, clearly shaken up by the little make-out session, as his hands went though his hair, “Should I get Chase?”

You laughed at his disheveled appearance, a little proud that you could make him behave like that with just a kiss. 

You nodded and left another kiss on him, slightly biting his bottom lip and dragging it out while staring at him. His lips chased after yours as his eyes widened. But you were quick to sneak out of his hold and towards the living room.

“Little tease,” He chastised you and smirked as he left the apartment. 

“Where did the little mischief maker go?” Madison inquired as she heard the door slam.

“Getting Chase,” You explained and plopped down on the edge of the couch to hand her the still full bottle of Gatorade.

“Is he hungover as well?” Madelyne inclined and you noticed immediately how she tried to fix her hair a bit and sat up straighter. You were more than convinced at this point that something was going on between them. 

You just nodded and waited for the two boys to come around again. Rather sooner than later a sleepy Chase with his grey beanie shuffled into your apartment, followed by Rudy.

“I heard there’s soup,” He muttered before he scooted closer to his on film lover and Maddie lifted her blanket to share it with the boy.

You just laughed but prepared him a bowl before joining the others.

“No soup for me?” Rudy asked offended and raised an eyebrow at you.

“You’re not sick, get yourself some.” You watched as he stood up reluctantly and heard a muttered ‘tough woman’ under his breath as he passed you on his way to the kitchen to fix himself some of the homemade food. 

The rest of the afternoon was filled with movies and more soup as you nursed your friends back to health. You made a point of sitting as far away from Rudy as possible. You knew you couldn’t trust yourself or him for the matter. If you wanted to keep this to yourself you needed to be careful. But the constant looks he sent your way every few minutes didn’t really help. Admittedly you couldn’t help staring at him as well.

How could you? His jawline was perfectly chiseled like an ancient greek sculptor had brought it into existence. His lips too plumb and rosy for their own good. And his eyes… you could drown in his deep ocean blue eyes. 

Madison cleared her throat slightly when she caught you staring and you immediately turned your head and blushed in embarrassment. So much for being careful. 

“You guys,” Madelyn suddenly stopped the Disney movie playing on the flat screen and sat up straighter. You were sure she had fallen asleep with Chase a long time ago after they had whispered underneath their blanket. You hadn’t paid them anymore attention, granting them some privacy and also because you were too busy staring at the blond haired man that had thrown your whole world upside down just a couple hours before.

“We need to tell you something,” Chase went on and you immediately knew where this was headed. 

“Oh I know where this is going!” Madison exclaimed and sat up straighter. You chuckled slightly at her eagerness but threw her a wink, signalling that you knew as well.

“No you don’t!” Madelyne argued but the arm Chase had thrown around her protectively didn’t really help her.

“You two are dating,” Rudy threw into the room unbothered and reached for the remote to un-pause the movie. You had to suppress a laugh at his carelessness and the looks on your two friends’ faces.

“Oh my God! That is brand new information!” You screamed sarcastically which earned you a couple laughs from your friends while Chase and Maddie still had quite shocked expressions on their faces.

“You knew?” Chase’s mouth hung open as he looked between you, only now realising how they screwed up.

“You weren’t really subtle about it to be honest,” You explained and let your eyes wander to their close proximity on the couch. 

“Well, cat’s outta the bag,” Maddie agreed with a shrug and cuddled closer into Chase, totally unbothered and without a care in the world what anybody else might think. You couldn’t help but be a bit jealous about it. 

“Why didn’t you tell us sooner?” Rudy inquired and you perked up. This you wanted to hear.

“I don’t know,” Chase admitted and looked into Madelyne’s eyes for her reassurance, “We just didn’t want to rush into things that might not be made to last. It was important for us to know where the two of us stand alone before getting anybody else involved.” 

You smiled as you saw the loving glances passed between the couple and you were more sure than ever, that this was pure love. They had taken a leap of faith and it had worked out in their favour. 

You couldn’t help yourself but search for Rudy during this moment. To your amazement he was already looking back at you. His sweet smile sent your way made you warm from your head to your toes. You knew you weren’t there with him yet, where Chase and Maddie were, but if you interpreted the gaze on his handsome face right, you had a feeling you could be there some day. But you would also take it slow. No more rushed unthoughtful acts of passion. You had to act rational about this if you wanted any chance of surviving his hurricane. You knew all too well how easy it was to drown in him and his ocean blue eyes. 

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(I hope I didn’t miss anyone! If you’re not on here but would like to be send me a quick message xx)

[remmushound]

Chapter 9 - Dinner Drama!

Summary: The Splintersons have a look around the home and then try to enjoy their dinner with their hosts.

Tags: @brightlotusmoon @scentedcandlecryptid @selfindulgenz @digitl-art-monstr @ilo-artistry

After a swift perimeter check to ease their nerves, the visitors finally started to settle into the lair. It was still so new, so enclosed, that Leo couldn’t see himself being comfortable any time soon. Not until he could confidently locate all the exits, and all the entrances, and where weapons were stored. Not until everything was as secure and as open as his lair was. It wasn’t his right to change the place, but it was his right to not feel comfortable when there were so many places enemies could be hiding unseen. So many dark corners, concealed cubbies that could be hiding threats. So much potential for danger.

When Leo got an opportunity alone with Leonardo, he immediately knew what he wanted to ask. “Hey Leonardo, is your Raph still… you know, calling the shots?”

Leonardo had been anticipating that question all day. He gave a pointedly loud sigh and rolled his eyes as he slumped around to be facing his counterpart, “You ask that every time we see each other. You know that?”

Leo felt his cheek grow hot and his head shrank slightly. Trying to save face, he was quick to defend himself. “Well— a lot can change in six months!”

“Six months…” Leonardo sighed again, and this time it was more genuine and heavy. The revelation of just how long it had been washed over him like an icy bucket of water. Yes, it had been six months, hadn’t it? The time seemed to slip away from him. “Yeah… and a lot has changed. But that hasn’t.”

“I just figured… your whole situation would have changed by now. Especially with you boys growing up.” Leo made an effort to explain, awkward now that he knew he was wrong in his assumption. And he had been so certain too! Since he and his brothers had arrived, Leonardo was acting so confident, so much like a leader! Had Leo just imagined all that?

“Well you figured wrong.” Leonardo said, and now his voice had a defensive edge, “Raphael is just as capable as ever. He is and will always be our leader. Do you have a problem with that?”

“No, no, not at all!” Leo put his hands up in an offering of peace, “i was just wondering.”

“Yeah.” Leonardo made sure to side-check Leo as he passed, “Sure you were.”

~~~

“Hey little Mike, you got a minute?” Raph waved at the smaller version of his brother.

Michelangelo looked back, and then skipped over to Raph while humming a happy, upbeat tune. “You’re really risking it all by calling me little again~! What do you need?”

“Er…” It took Raph a second to brush past the threat laced into the happy voice, “Just… y’know… I saw a pool during the tour and was wonderin’ if it was recreational or jus’ for training?”

“Well we usually swim laps in it for warmups, but I don’t see why you couldn’t swim whenever. We got floaties if you need ‘em! Mine have sharks on them!”

Raph grinned. “Do they now?”

Michelangelo nodded eagerly. “Yeah! I’m not allowed to go in the pool without them cause I can’t swim so good.”

“Aw.” Raph nodded along, “That’s too bad.”

“Yeah! I‘m too heavy— I sink like a rock! Can you swim?”

“Eh, more or less.” Raph gave a so-so motion. “If my life depended on it, sure. Never really had much access to water that wasn’t a cesspool or Amazon river.” He shivered at the memory of being dropped in the water, the current pulling him and his brothers along like they were little more than skipping stones.

“Oo! Sounds fun!” Michelangelo chirped, “But do be mindful of Piebald; she likes to swim in there sometimes!”

“Piebald?”

“Oh, she’s a mutant goldfish. She was dad’s pet, but then we flushed her and she mutated and then pretended to hunt us with a hook, but it was really all just an elaborate prank from her and dad to punish us for lying.”

Raph stared. “Oh.”

“Yeah, but she’s totally nice now and not at all sadistic and revenge-driven! No worries.”

“Wasn’t worried at all.” Raph lied.

~~~

After their quick assessment, Leonardo and Donnie had come to the decision that Mikey needed the simplest medicine of all: rest. Raphael had been more than happy to stay with Mikey until the turtles could adjust to the new environment, but exactly when that would happen was anyone's guess. Mikey was sat in Raphael’s bed, wrapped in the snappers heaviest comfort blanket and hugging Cheech as he listened to the snapper chatter with all the joy of a child. Klunk had settled in and was sleeping on Mikey’s lap in a tight orange ball, purring to his hearts content.

“Oh oh oh!” Mikey chirped quickly, “Tell me more about the capybara tell me more about the capybaraaa!”

“His name’s Todd.” Raphael indulged, “He owns a puppy farm in the woods near here.”

“Puppies..” Mikey sniffled softly and hugged Cheech tighter, “This day just keeps getting better and better. Are he and the mantis friends?”

“Todd’s friends with everyone.” Raphael answered.

“Oh my gaaaawwdd…” Mikey fell back down on his carapace, laughing weakly as he stared up at the ceiling. “That’s awesome…”

Raph moved to carefully reposition Cheech in a way that Mikey could still hug him while laying down, fixing the blanket and pillows to make sure the shinobi was as comfortable as possible. Mikey’s eyes were closed now, the stuffed bear drawn to his chest as he laid peacefully. Raphael stood slowly and made his way to the door.

The moment Raphael’s hand touched the handle, Mikey sat up straight. “Where are you going?”

“Oh— sorry. I thought you were asleep.” Raphael said, and he returned to Mikey’s side.

Mikey settled back into the bed, cuddling deeper into the blankets and giving a series of high pitched chirps that eventually faded to nothing. Raphael gave it a few more minutes before slowly getting up and going to leave again.

Like Dracula out of his coffin, Mikey sat up again and spoke so suddenly that Raphael couldn’t help but flinch. “What about the other mutants?”

Raphael took a deep breath as he spun around on his heels to face the turtle who still wasn’t asleep. “What do you wanna about them?”

Mikey grinned. “Everything!”

***


Donnie didn't think anything could top him meeting Shelldon that night— and then he saw Donatello’s lab for the first time. The beautifully artistic designs mixed with a generally futuristic style made for a gorgeous display of technological genius . Just like Donnie’s own lab, Donatello had several screens activated at once, scanners and alarms and traps all set to be activated at the simple trip of a sensor. The entire room was lit up in a peculiar violet hue, almost as if it was under one big black light. If that was the case, then Donatello certainly kept his room spotless.

“Oh my kami…” Donnie gulped, his eyes emeralds in the darkness. “Can I live here? I wanna live here…”

“You gotta pay rent.” Donatello said.

“I’d give anything to have my lab like this!”

“Would you give your right cornea?” Donatello leaned against the wall.

“Eh, my eyes are useless. I would give up a kidney or a gallbladder though.” 

“I’ll grab the bone saw.”

“I’ll sign the consent form…”

***

“Dinner is served!” Michelangelo presented a simple dish of pizza gyoza to the table; one could say it was just homemade pizza rolls, but that ruined the magic! Besides, they were more doughy like a dumpling than anything crunchy. 

The two families were gathered around and eager to eat, seated around two tables that had been pressed together to make enough room for ten diners; each set of brothers were on opposite sides of the table, while the heads of the table were reserved for the Splinter’s. The absence of one of the two fathers didn't go unnoticed.

“Itadakimasu.” Splinter said to the proud Michelangelo, “The food looks delicious. Won’t your father be joining us?”

Another chill came to the room. Another exchange of unsettled looked.

“Dad asked not to be disturbed.” Leonardo said simply.

The Hamato family turned their eyes to their food, working with the same mind to scarf down the gyoja as fast as possible, filling their mouths so they wouldn’t have to speak. The Splinterson family took the same opportunity to look around at each other, all but Mikey having the same, constricted looks on their faces; Mikey was already lost in his own mind, his eyes blank as he smiled and shoveled the offered dinner into his mouth.

“Surely your father would prefer to eat his supper while it is still hot?” Splinter insisted.

Raphael stood abruptly. His plastron bumped into the table and made the dishes clink and glasses splash with the force of his motion, but chair screaming as it was pushed back.

“You know what? You’re right.” Raphael hurried to gather another plate and pile it with gyoji, his eyes avoiding Splinter’s as he piled the dinner on a tray with freshly brewed tea. “I’ll bring this to him right away.”

When Raphael left, he took the conversation with him. He returned minutes later but the air of the room remained quiet and tense. Eager to break the silence, Leo finished off the last of his gyoji.

“Gochi sou sama deshita.” He said, and bowed to Michelangelo, “And while I am thankful for your hospitality— we all are— this isn’t a social visit. We really need to get back to our world. Can your gift do that, Donatello?”

“Should be able to.” Donatello said with a nod, “It was designed for two trips, here and back.”

“Great, then what are we waiting for?” Leo looked around for an answer but no one offered one, “Those creatures are still in our world, could be targeting our people, our city!”

“We need a plan first Leo.” Donnie tried to reason, “We can’t just run in blind.”

“Then we should be planning instead of just hanging out!”

“Can’t plan on an empty stomach.” Michelangelo said, pointing his chopsticks at Leo. “We’re eating!”

A sharp hiss came from Leo’s throat. “Don’t. Point. It’s rude.”

Michelangelo put his chopsticks back down and shrank away from the violent hiss, the retreat as instinctual to him as going into his shell.

“Leonardo…” Splinter tried to reason, “Please settle down and allow us to have a nice supper before discussing.”

“But we need to discuss this now!”

Leo’s disobedience of his father made his brothers gasp, Raph pulling back slightly while Mikey even broke out of his minds wandering to tune back in. Leo flinched at his backtalk and fell into a quick, clumsy bow.

“Shitsurei shimashita, sensei.” Leo said in a low voice before regaining his composure, “I just feel like these guys aren’t taking this situation seriously.”

“And I feel like you expect us to pull a solution out of our asses.” Leonardo hissed back.

“Now now, there’s no need for vulgarity…” Splinter tried.

“I’m not suggesting that you have the answers, I suggesting we need to find them instead of doing house tours!” Leo snarled back.

“If you don’t like it, you can get out.” Leonardo didn't back down.

“Leo, it’s fine, cool it.” Donnie tried to mediate, grabbing a hold of his brother’s arm; he was almost convinced Leo might lunge over the table at his smaller counterpart if this went on for much longer.

“I am cool!” Leo pulled his arm free, knocking Donnie back in the process. That got Raph involved, the box turtle standing up ready to confront his brother. Before he got so much as a word out, however…

“Everybody COOL IT!” Raphael slammed his fists down on the table.

The table splintered under Raphael’s slamming weight, chips of wood flying out like dangerous projectiles. The words, with all the force of a hurricane knocking trees out from their roots, brought a silent stalemate. Raphael looked pissed. His eyes were white, entire body like a taut wire that would snap at the slightest breaths. His nostrils flares, and when he had screamed, white, foaming spittle flew across the table. Now, it dripped down his lopsided jaw and chin.

“Not another word.” Raphael said, this time calmer as he left the table once more. All eyes followed him to the doorway to find a small, gray rat standing there watching them.

Yoshi’s mouth was pulled down in a tight frown, eyes glossy. His paws, shaky as they were, held his tray of dirty dishes that he had been intent on cleaning; for now, he just… stared. His fur seemed several shades paler, his hair tangled and unkept, and though it was hard to tell through the clothes. he looked skinny. The mutant looked around at the table, at the turtles and the rat he had paid many visits to, but when his eyes passed over them they held no recollection. No memory. Just dark confusion, empty and cold.

“Dad…” Leonardo said softly, but at Raphael’s threatening chuff, Leonardo said nothing more.

“Hey pops— here, let me get that for you…” Raphael took the tray from his father and hurried over to throw them haphazardly into the sink. He came back after, his massive hand completely engulfing Yoshi’s back to guide the old rat away away. Yoshi followed the snapper at a slow gait, though his feet dragged as if they were made of the heaviest lead and it took a while for him to get anywhere. “Come on, let’s get you back to bed okay?”

Everyone watched as the father and son disappeared out of the dining room, none of them daring to breathe, nonetheless utter a word.

[rrazor]

everyday is everyday | m. issei

tags: domestic fluff, alcohol, pda

“hey.”

you look at him, chin in your hand. your fingers cover half of your mouth.

“what?”

his curls fall over his right eye. it makes you smile: how soft they are, curly they are, the way they fall over his eye. you gently brush them away.

“i have a trade offer.” he scooches closer. you lean back, he leans closer. you’re leaning against the wall now, caged in by it, the desk, the booth wall and him. your hand stays stubbornly on your chin.

“what is it?”

he wants your hand off your chin so he takes it away. he’s taken aback when you push it against his chest.

“wait, my back hurts.”

“oh.” relief. he lets you sit up but stays close, in your personal space, popping your bubble.

“well? what’s the trade?”

he watches your hair spread out against the back of the seat as you lean against it. he mirrors you and laces your hands together.

“well,” he purses his lips. “i was thinking…”

you hum. out of the corner of your eye, you see tommy from calc one. in your eyes, there’s issei.

“—that if i receive a kiss, i’ll give you in return.”

you raise a brow. “really? that’s it?”

he pouts, dipping his head lower as a hand comes up to squish your cheeks. “hey.”

you’re in public—the economic department’s study space and—,

“didn’t say ‘no’,” you grin.

he grins too, cheeks pinking when you lean up to kiss him. he tastes like the vanilla flavoured lip balm you gave him last week. a squish to your cheeks has your lips puckering lingering than you’d like them to be as he plants a swift one before finally pulling away.

“well?”

“mm?” he rests his forehead on yours.

“where’s my kiss?”

he chuckles at the endearing frown on your pretty face, thumbing over your soft cheek. “right here.”

.

a yawn and there’s tears forming in your corner of your eyes. through the kitchen window, you watch as the street lights flicker on, muddled orange yellow spots giving light to the streets.

“where did you get them?”

a look to your right, past issei’s shoulders and you see a girl with balayage highlights in her dark hair. she’s pretty, real pretty. a little blurry but you can still tell her eyes are gorgeous. you don’t know if she’s paying attention to you right behind him, sitting on the kitchen island. she asks another question, “which one’s your favourite?” you know, that which, out of the eight piercings he had, was his favourite but you’re not about to tell her. resting your head on his shoulder, you look down, accustomed to the way people tried to hit him up.

he tells her his favourite as his fingers grace along the inside of your calf. his thumb and fingers dance along the skin of your ankle, drawing images you try to visualize in your head as you close your eyes.

“right, babe?”

you glance up at him.

“sorry?”

he puts his drink down and turns around, facing you entirely. you half wish he wasn’t so broad and tall so you’d be able to see who else was around you.

“tired?” he mumbles, kissing your forehead.

“a little.” you sit up straighter, stretching a little. the girl with the nice golden hair is half a ways away, walking back to her group of friend who start to comfort her. “what were you talking about earlier?”

“the time hiro almost broke the chair at the shop with how hard his leg had kicked when he got his.”

you hum, admiring how good he looks in the starchy yellow light. “did it hurt?” you rub a finger over his bushy brow, lighting passing over the studs in his skin.

“my piercings? or his?” he has a hand on your knee now, other one over yours on the counter. he watches as you giggle, tipping away a little more than you would if it wasn’t for the red solo cup in your left hand.

“no,” you lilt. he laughs along with you, kissing you through your cute fit of laughter.

“meant when you fell from heaven,” you slur, breaking away into another melody of giggles.

he chuckles, putting your arms around his neck as he carries you, keeping you tucked tight against his chest. “do i look like i came from heaven, babe?”

you nod, lying your head on his shoulder as he takes you to the car, to home, to heaven.

.

he feels you before he sees you, arms around his waist, head between his shoulders.

“you’re back.” he automatically puts his hands over yours and also over the large mango in your hand.

“‘m back.”

“why’re you holding a mango?”

“it’s huge,” sugawara snorts. “the heck you get that from?”

you release your arms to stand next to them, holding the precious fruit in the palm of your hands. “from the grocery store.”

“why a mango?” sugawara takes a sip of his caramel macchiato.

you shrug, rubbing the smooth skin.

“y’gonna eat it like an apple?” he continues.

you shrug again. “maybe.”

sugawara looks at issei, who shrugs at well, before announcing his leave for his chemistry class.

issei looks down at you and offers his coffee which you shake your head at. “why’d you get a mango?”

“it was all i could afford,” you say. “wanna share?”

he chuckles, “sure. you hungry though?”

you grin, tucking the mango into your armpit and putting your palms together. “snacks?”

he puts his hand into yours, placing a kiss on your forehead. “got mints, but i’ll treat you to something at the new korean restaurant.” he leads you along to the school’s food court, buying you a plate of black bean noodles and pork dumplings on the side to share. you share your large mango, bought for $1.29 plus tax. you cut it into three and he gets the juice all over his hands when he takes the middle part with the refuse. the fruit is tender and he laughs when it slips out of your hand a tad only for you to use your chin to stop it from falling. it’s sweet, sticky and you have to hold onto his phone while he washes his hands in the washroom.

“hand cream?”

he pockets his phone and nods, holding his hand out for you. “is it mango-scented?”

“nope” you squeeze out a generous amount out for him. “pomegranate. this is mango-scented though.” you pull out a tube of lip balm and he stills his head, letting you put it on for him. the scent is soft, but strong and he finds himself nodding at how nice it is.

“it’s nice, isn’t it?”

he hums his agreement, helping you zip up your backpack and taking your hand to walk you to your next class. he kisses you good luck and is there to pick you up at 5:30pm on the dot, surprising you with a bag of mangoes.

.

“look!”

he looks, watching as you unpack something that’s a pretty mint green and white. “a wireless keyboard?” he reads.

you grin happily, delicately setting everything down on the table and pressing at the keys, satisfied with the sound and feel them. “wanna try?” you pass it on to him as you glimpse over the instruction manual. he taps at the keys and grabs onto the small mouse that came with it.

“this is so small,” he mutters.

“hm?” you look over to see the entirety of his palm already cover the top of the mouse. “oh.” you take it from him and while it is noticeably smaller than a regular mouse, it works just fine. “it’s fine,” you say, testing the scrolling bit.

he helps you set it up, tiny mouse and everything. sitting next to you, he watches as you open up your notes app and type gibberish onto the page, a look of sheer joy on your face. he smiles along, slotting himself behind you while you type away like a little secretary.

“think you’re gonna be more productive?”

“nope!” you laugh. “but at least it’s cute; it’s for the aesthetic, ‘sei.”

he snickers, placing his much larger hands over yours as he too, types away on your new keyboard, mashing keys and filing the screen.

“stooop.” you move to swat his hands. “i can’t move my hands!”

he laughs, enveloping them entirely despite your protests but eventually does let you go after a couple of thrashes and elbows to his stomach.

“it’s a nice keyboard though,” he adds, kissing your forehead.

you huff, returning a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “‘course. i have good taste, y’know.”

“mhm,” he chuckles, hand coming up to hold your jaw gently as he plants a full one on your lips. “i know.”

[lossie92]

Hello again! I do hope I am not bothering you with the repeat anons, and if I am please know that I am so sorry. Don't feel obligated to respond if you don't wish too but I just wanted to say a few things.

First off, I'm so sorry you have gotten the virus, I completely understand where you're coming from with the lack of energy. I have cystic fibrosis which comes along with cronic pain and exhaustion so for the two plus weeks I was sick with the rona I think I was awake an average of 4 hours a day lol. I was lucky enough to have no lasting symptoms and I wish all the same to you. May you have a speedy recovery and your symptoms be mild, I'm sending you all the love 💗!

Second, I'm really thankful to hear your thoughts when it comes to darker or more triggering subjects, especially rape. I am 100% of the opinion that writing is complete fiction and a should be a safe space to explore and work though your thoughts and experiences. However, correct usage of tags are essential so that people are aware of and can currate what they wish to see or not see. The author needs to be aware of what kind of material they are creating and how it comes across. I don't want to get to personal, so I'll just leave it at thank you for spreading awareness about victim blaming in the rape culture we live in. Fiction is fine until it affects someone's reality.

Onto a more positive note, I wanted to thank you again for all the wonderful work you've put out into the world! I don't know what it is but since I've found your blog something clicked and I've gotten my spark back. I'm creating things again and I'm so happy to do so! I haven't written for anything besides school content and scientific papers in years and yet I've written so much in the past few weeks, just fun, stupid stuff I don't have to turn in for a grade or even show anyone if I don't want to! I've gotten out my old bags and boxes of yarn and half finished cross stitch projects and I'm so full of ideas I could just cry. I'm hoping to possibly make something based of one of your pieces if that would be alright? It's totally fine if not though, I would never want to steal someone's work!

I know I probably sound like a broken record at this point but once again, from the bottom of my heart, thank you 🥰.

If you feel up for answering a question, here's a silly one: Pineapple on pizza, yay or nay? Or, what is the weirdest food combination you enjoy?

Hi there! Sorry for the late response, I wanted to be at least a bit coherent when responding to you. Hope you don't mind 😅

You're not bothering me at all! I actually really like getting your messages. Totally a highlight of the day!

Thank you for the well wishes! I feel much better now. Still fatigued af and coughing, but that's not all that different from the usual lol. I was awake more or less the same amount as you tbh and I still have to nap during the day, because I feel like shit otherwise. Hopefully it gets a bit better with time. Fingers crossed and all that.

Also, I hope you are feeling better now?

Thank you for saying that. I means a lot 🥺❤️

Omg I'm so happy to hear this! Yay to you for getting inspiration back! I'm glad I could be of help in that! It's awesome~! 😄 Yes, you can use one of my pieces as long as you credit me. I'm actually REALLY excited to see what you come up with (if you decide to share it ofc) 👀

I used to like pineapple on pizza, actually. Haven't had it in a long time though so my taste might have changed. When it comes to the weirdest food combo, I enjoy savoury dumplings with beetroot salad on the side. Tbh I don't personally consider this weird, but I have been told by other people that it is weird so🤷

[purpleyellow]

Make a deal

BTS extra member + NCT extra member 

Sunny’s Masterlist + Bee’s Masterlist

“Can this be considered an extra post?” 

a/n: This is basicaly 50/50 sunny and bee so I’ll just add it to both of their masterlists :p also, I had in mind to post it this weekend but life got busy so there you go. 

“I didn’t know you and Sunny were friends” Jaehyun tried to make small talk as he and Bee walked towards the restaurant down the block. Both idols had long coats and masks to prevent people from recognizing them on the busy street. 

“We met a few times” The girl looked up at him before staring at the sidewalk and mumbling “I didn’t know we were friends either, to be honest”

“Friendships just happen. One day you met each other and in the other, boom, you’re friends” He gestured an explosion with his hands while talking, “She said she didn’t want to third wheel, so maybe that’s why she asked you to come”

“She would be third-wheeling?” Bee giggled at him and he wrapped an arm on her shoulders while opening up the door for them to go inside.

“Her words, not mine” Jaehyun rolled his eyes before scanning the place and pointing to a table in the far back “There they are, let’s go”

The place itself wasn’t well lit, and in the corner of it, there was a pool table along with some dart games. Both girls mentally noted that this wouldn’t be their first choice for dinner, the American college bar spirit was a bit too obnoxious for them.

“Sunny was dying so we already ordered,” Jungkook said after they went through the formalities of greeting each other. He and the girl sat on one side of the table while Jaehyun and Bee sat on the other. “Hope that isn’t a problem”

“That’s fine. I’m starving too” Jaehyun agreed without a second thought and gave a thumbs up to a waiter, who nodded and turned around to grab something. Looking back at the table, the boy placed a hand on Bee’s shoulder “You can legally drink, right?”

“Uh, I guess” She stumbled over her words with wide eyes “I’ve never actually drink before though, do you think-”

“Well, I’ll give you your first shot and we can make Doyoung jealous later” Jaehyun chuckled making her sigh nervously. 

“There’s a first time for everything right” Sunny gave her a gentle smile “You can try it and if you don’t like the taste we can order a soda to share. I’m not the biggest fan of soju myself”

Soon enough, the waiter came with a green bottle and four little cups, setting everything in the middle of the table and excusing himself off. Jaehyun taking the role to fill everyone’s cups and getting his own filled by Jungkook, who also started a cheer.

“To a very random dinner,” He humorously commented before the four of them downed their shots.

The two girls frowning afterward, Sunny from having alcohol on an empty stomach and Bee from the burn the liquid gave her.

“I don’t think she enjoyed it very much” Jungkook laughed as she opened and closed her mouth to get rid of the aftertaste.

“No, no. It’s not that is bad. It just. It’s different” Bee shook her head trying not to seem unpleased.

“Maybe you’ll like it better once the food arrives” Sunny laughed and then dropped her body on the chair, far too hungry to hold herself up anymore “Talking about it. How much longer do you think it’ll take?” 

“It should be coming anytime” Her member noded to the empty place “Hold up for a minute and don’t die on me, Jin Hyung will kill me if you do that” 

“I don’t know if I can, I already see the dark tunnel, it’ll take a second before the light shows up too” She rolled her head dramatically before fixing up her posture and sitting like nothing had happened. 

The food arrived a considerable amount of time later and the four young adults fell in silence while eating, it was only when half of it was already gone that Jaehyun and Jungkook began talking about a random topic and the two girls were left not knowing what to do next.

“Sorry if this felt sudden” Sunny placed a hand over her mouth to hide her chewing “Namjoon overreacted and had me tag along with Jungkook, so I thought if you came too it would make things less uncomfortable”

“No, no. It’s fine. I was a little surprised at first but I’m happy to be here” Bee smiled as she reached over to the dumplings “Some of my members say I should go out more too, I think I get what you mean”

“What? No, that wasn’t it. I mean the boys used to nag me into making friends before too but that wasn’t the case today” Sunny chuckled not paying attention to where she was going with the conversation “I didn’t have lunch today, that’s why he had Jungkook drag me out here”  

“You skipped a meal?” Bee frowned worried as the older waved her off like it was nothing.

“No. I mean, yes. But that’s nothing to mind really. Don’t you just… get carried away with work and forget to do the things humans need in order to survive?” She gestured with the chopsticks as she spoke and with each word, Bee’s eyes grew more worried. “Okay, I might have exaggerated a little”

“Unnie, I understand work is important but you don’t need to set yourself aside in order to get things done” The young girl started to talk, nervous that she might be stepping over a line.

“I get it, you don’t need to worry” Sunny laughed a little uncomfortable that she had brought up that topic. Cleaning her throat she shook off the matter “I just wasn’t on top of my game today, that’s all. It’s a little weird but I do enjoy working” 

“As long as you’re fine” Bee gave her a tight-lipped smile and Sunny snapped her fingers at her, nodding happily as she chewed on her noodles.

The two boys sitting next to them excused themselves since they were already satisfied and walked to the pool table, leaving the girls by themselves, which wasn’t much of a difference for Sunny, considering they were already having two different conversations. 

Bee on the other hand sighed and stretched her limbs, feeling much more comfortable than before. Noticing the older had raised an eyebrow at her clear relief, the girl cleared her throat and fixed her coat like nothing had happened. 

“You and Jaehyun aren’t close?” Sunny tried not to laugh at her change of behavior and Bee inevitably became flushed.

“It’s not that… We’re- I guess, it’s awkward but it’s okay” She stumbled over herself and ended up giggling at her own reference of the NCT content. “I’m sorry, we’re just not the closest people. Also, I might have made him mad earlier this week”

“I get it. You have too many people around, it can get overwhelming. Sorry for assuming you and him were friends” The older smiled fondly, very amused at how the girl found trouble to explain the weird relationship.

“Thank you for it actually, we should be bonding more now that all of us are going to be promoting together” Bee laughed along with her “This might have been the second time we even talked this year”

“Well, I’m happy to be part of this bonding exercise” Sunny winked at her before leaning over the table “It must be hard to deal with that many people”

“You get used to it earlier than expected” She shrugged her shoulders while feeling her cheeks with her palms. “I mean, it is hard to keep up with how everyone is with you, but I’m getting by”

“What do you mean?” The older asked, interested in the different dynamics found in their groups. 

“It’s like, event X happens, and then after it’s over you have three groups of people. The first one got over it with you, the second seems wary but lets you live normally. Then the third group seems unable to let it go and constantly reminds you of it” Bee talked with her eyes fixated on the table, trying to make as much sense as possible “It is pretty hard to keep track of who belongs in which group”

“Are you talking from experience? You can share more if you’re comfortable” Sunny smiled as Bee stole a glance at Jaehyun, who had his back facing the table the whole time.

“I had this crush on a groupmate” She mumbled making the older hiss “Yeah, it’s bad I know”

“Things can get complicated, I can see that” Sunny nodded trying to explain herself “But there’s nothing illegal about it, feelings can’t be controlled” 

“Well, it didn’t last long enough to develop into something more serious if you’re worried” Bee chuckled at her covering up her reaction “But like I was saying, some of the boys still look at me like I just lost a limb or something”

“Wait, so like, the twenty-something of them know about it?” She gasped when the possibility hit her, the younger laughing at her wide eyes. 

“No, well, not that I know at least. And it’s only just two of them who make me feel pitied. Not that big of a deal now that I think about it” She shrugged her shoulders again making Sunny frown.

“But it is. You told them you’re over whoever it is right?” Sunny asked and she nodded “Then that’s all there is, they don’t need to make you feel bad for it”

“I mean, I can see that they don’t mean to harm me or anything” Bee tried to defend her words “I get a little annoyed but I try to move on since they aren’t” 

“Oh, totally. It’s coming from a good place, but at the same time, your business is yours to take care of. For some things, your word needs to be final and they need to understand that” Sunny looked firmly at her “It can be tricky to find a balance in sharing things with your friends but not letting them overstep on your life��

“I guess I’m lacking on the later” Bee smiled sadly before turning into a surprised face “Oh, we can make a deal”

“A deal?” The girl frowned at her happily nodding.

“Yeah, I’ll be firmer with my words and you’ll take care of yourself” She clapped making Sunny laugh despite wanting to be serious.

“What’s with everyone thinking I don’t care for myself?” She rolled her eyes grinning at her expectant face. “Okay, deal. But I’m going to check in to see if you’re actually doing it”

“That’s fine by me” Bee giggled while shaking her hand. Remembering what JAehyun had said in the begining of the night, she hapily said “I guess this is our Boom moment”

“What?” Sunny frowned but got waved off by the younger.

“Nevermind”

[boltwrites]

Warm Hands, Warm Heart

Fandom: The Legend of Korra Pairing: Bolin / Reader (feminine firebender) Rating: T Tags: Massage, Pre-relationship

fakelavish requested: first of all, i speak for all of the Bolin Lovers when i say we ✨live✨ for your account and writing, our mans deserves sm, THANK YOU! 🥺 i have a request for when you have the time for our 1# Himbo, something maybe borderline nwsf but really tender for a female reader who’s a firebender and gives really nice massages? 👉👈 like, heated hands w/ massage oils? anyways, our King needs to relax, he’s carrying the whole ass show on his shoulders 😌 just have fun with it, can’t wait for more content!

A/N: this was very fun to write! I decided to make Bolin a pro-bending personal trainer and reader a masseur that works at the arena sometimes! I hope you enjoy!

A/N 2: I saw this post get removed from the tag with my own eyes, so I’m posting again :/ tumblr! why!!!

You stretched, taking a deep breath as you loosened the muscles in your shoulders.

As a massage therapist, you traveled all across the city for different clients. However, your rotations at the pro bending arena were always eventful. Usually you were tasked with relieving factory workers of their pain – Future Industries treated their workers well, enlisting your services to assist with their work. But you also saw your fair share of rich families and hard working professionals, all whom carried stress in different ways.

But the arena was a different beast entirely. The patients you saw there were always stressed, and more than that, sometimes they needed serious physical therapy and extensive healing that their hectic schedule didn’t allow for. Your coworkers at the arena in particular all had their own horror stories – Raye, specifically. She was a water healer you coordinated with often, and whenever you saw her, she looked exhausted.

However, not all your coworkers at the arena were such downers. There was a specific personal trainer who always had a smile on his face, even when he referred patients to you. He would guide them into your workspace with a hand on their shoulder, giving them a hearty pat before telling them how you were the best that Republic City had to offer, and that you’d get them fixed up in no time.

You shook your head, trying not to blush as you thought of Bolin. You knew that catching feelings for a coworker wasn’t the smartest thing in the world, but he was just so charming. Whenever he passed by your small massage room and you weren’t with a client he would poke his head in and ask if you needed anything, sometimes bringing you an extra cup of tea from the concessions stand that he “ordered on accident” for you. He always greeted you with a beaming smile, and you had to admit, his work certainly kept him in shape.

You slapped both of your cheeks, shaking your head. You were here to work! You didn’t have time to be worrying about-

“Hey, Y/n!”

You jumped at the sudden introduction, clutching at your heart as you turned, only to be faced with the object of your desires. Your cheeks flushed, but luckily, you could explain it away through shock.

“Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you,” Bolin apologized, shuffling his feet as he stood in the doorway. He held a small bag in his hands, still in the loose clothing he wore to train his clients.

“It’s alright, I just wasn’t expecting you,” you assured him, crossing your arms and holding them close to your chest. Bolin only smiled, a small, gentle smile that made your heart skip. You wondered if he knew how handsome he was, especially when he directed all of his attention at one person in particular. He made you feel like the center of the world when he smiled at you like that.

“I just wanted to stop by and give you this,” Bolin placed the bag on the high table near the door, and you picked it up, peeking inside. “Haru – you know, from the concession stand – said he made extra, and I didn’t think I saw you get dinner tonight…”

The bag was filled with at least four dumplings, and you knew they weren’t the cheapest thing at the concessions stand, especially tonight, when there had been a double-header match. It was why you hadn’t gotten dinner – you didn’t feel comfortable spending that much money on yourself. But Bolin had gone out of his way to get you something nice.

You blushed, closing the bag and shaking your head at him in wonder.

“Oh – is that OK? Are you allergic? Aw, I should have known-“

You giggled, and Bolin’s eyes widened at the noise.

“I’m not allergic,” you laughed, covering your mouth with your hand, “I just feel like such a burden – you bring me tea, and dumplings, and water, and I haven’t done anything for you.”

Bolin waved his hands back and forth, denying your insinuation. “Oh, don’t worry about it! I just get worried about you all the way over here, since you’re so far away from all the other stuff. You don’t have to do anything for me, I swear.”

“I know I don’t have to,” you replied, tucking a stand of your hair behind your ear. Your cheeks reddened and you looked downwards. “I want to. What about this – I’ll take your dumplings, which I know weren’t just extra, by the way, if you’ll let me give you a massage.”

When you looked at him again, Bolin was as red as a beet, shaking his head as he wrung his hands.

“Oh, no, I couldn’t – “

“You spend all day training others, lifting weights, and trying to coach pro benders, and you’ve never once asked for my services,” you continued, frowning at him. “You’re probably just as tense as any patient you’ve referred to me – if not more. You need to take care of yourself!”

“I do take care of myself! I floss every day!” Bolin countered, and you had to stifle a laugh. What a dork.

“I’m sure you try your best, Bolin, but we all need some help every now and then. Let me help you,” you offered, gesturing to the massage table.

Bolin swallowed, tugging at the neck of his undershirt, unsure of the whole situation. You wondered if the reason why he had never asked for a massage was because of this – because he was so embarrassed at the thought of you touching him. The concept warmed you as you unpacked a few of the oils you thought he would benefit from, laying a blanket across your table. Bolin still stood in the doorway, pressing the tips of his fingers together.

“Uh, do I have to do that thing where I take all my clothes off and you put a towel over my butt? Because I don’t know if I’m comfortable with butt towel stuff-”

You snorted, shaking your head at him.

“No, don’t worry. I usually don’t ask patients to undress fully unless they need specific work – like a pulled muscle in the thigh,” you explained, rolling your sleeves up. You lit a stick of incense with the tips of your fingers, because the routine of it helped calm you as you worked, even as the thought of touching Bolin sent shivers through you.

“You’ll only need to remove your shirt. Please,” you gestured to the table again, and this time Bolin took a step forwards, undoing the clasps of his outer tunic.

“Once you’re ready, please lay face down on the table,” you instructed, as you turned back to your oils. It was typical procedure for you not to watch your patients as they undressed for you, but you made a conscious effort not to look as Bolin shed his tunic and undershirt. You needed to at least remain professional until he was on the table, then he wouldn’t be able to see your blush as you worked over his body.

You truly did just want him to take some time to unwind for himself. He was always so concerned about the young men and women he trained, so kind to you and the rest of the staff he worked with. He spent so much time thinking of others that you knew he didn’t take care of himself. The other trainers had stopped by your room before, had taken advantage of your service, even if they didn’t refer as many of their trainees to you. But Bolin had never graced your door except to give you food or drink, or refer a patient to you. It was actually a bit concerning, considering the amount of work he did. He was always in the arena, always helping someone, or training – he needed to take a moment to relax. And if you could get your hands on his broad shoulders while you helped him with that, well, that was just a nice bonus for you.

You rifled through your collection of oils before you found one that you thought would be soothing, and picked up the bottle, turning to the table. You took a deep breath before you finally looked up.

Bolin was laying face down on the table, his head snug in the headrest. You had to bite your lip when your eyes grazed over his shoulders and back – you knew he had to be muscular, what with his job, but you had never seen the source of his strength up close.

“Have you ever seen a firebending masseur before?” you asked, trying to start a pleasant conversation. Hopefully it would help Bolin calm down if he realized this was normal, for people to get massages.

“No, I’ve never had any kind of massage before,” he admitted, his voice a little muffled by the headrest. You smiled at that. Then he was in for a treat.

“The benefit of a firebending masseur, is that we can heat our hands,” you continued, rubbing the oil between your palms. “A trained firebender can regulate their own body heat, and that adds an extra layer of healing to our treatments. So, don’t be shocked.”

You took a breath, and placed your hands on Bolin’s shoulders, near his neck. You knew this was where a lot of men carried stress, especially those that did a lot of weight lifting. As you pressed your hands into the muscle there, Bolin gasped at your touch, tensing for a split second before you saw all the nerves seep out of his frame.

“Oh, that’s – that is nice,” he hummed. You grinned at him, working your fingers slow and gentle to loosen the tense muscle there. You were right – he was very tight here, and you would need to spend some time there to help him relax.

“Feels even better than water healing,” Bolin mumbled, wiggling a little as he relaxed into the table. You quirked a brow at him.

“Oh, you’ve been healed before?”

“Yeah,” Bolin groaned as you pressed your thumb into a particularly sensitive area, but continued, his voice only shaking a little bit. “I messed up my shoulder pretty bad in a match once.”

“It’s a completely difference experience when you’re not injured,” you agreed with him, taking a detour to work at his shoulder muscles, digging your fingers into the thick muscle there. He was built like a tank, but when you pressed into the muscle, he purred like a kitten, the tension leaving him in waves.

“Maybe you’re just good with your hands,” Bolin offered in rebuttal, and you were very, very happy that he couldn’t see your face as you pressed your fingers into his back. It was also a good thing that you could regulate your temperature under pressure, or else you were sure you would have burned him on accident.

“That’s very sweet,” you replied instead, your voice soft. He was very sweet, in general. But, at your words, he tensed again, his shoulder blades stiff and pressed closer together.

“I- unless that’s a rude thing to say!” You giggled at him, pinching at the back of his neck in jest. He was such a sweetheart.

“No, it really is sweet,” you assured him. “You’re too nice, Bolin, you know that?”

His skin felt hotter under your fingers as you worked down his back, over his ribs and to his waist. He was so strong – his muscles were firm under your hands, his chest broad and solid. His breath hitched in a few places where he was tense and sore, but other than that, you two settled into a comfortable silence.

It was awkward, in a way, because now you were alone with your thoughts. The only thing within your field of vision was an expanse of smooth skin, and you wondered what you would be able to do if you and Bolin were dating and you were to give him a massage. Would he let you press kisses between his shoulder blades, would he let your hands dip below his waistband?

Your cheeks flushed as your massage reached said waistband, fingers digging in above his hips.

Bolin moaned, his hips twitching at the attention, and you gasped, stilling. You both froze, before Bolin spoke up, trying to explain himself.

“Sorry! I- uh- I’m ticklish!”

The explanation was an obvious lie, and you could tell even if Bolin’s head didn’t thwack back into the headrest with such force. You turned away, doing your best not to laugh.

“It’s alright,” you assured him, chuckling a little. You lowered your voice, almost to a whisper, as you pressed your fingers against his hips again, this time softer, deliberate in a different manner. “You’re allowed to enjoy yourself.”

Bolin’s breath hitched, and you bit your lip, paying special attention to the muscles just above his hips. He shivered as you kneaded his sore muscles, and you grinned. Usually you wouldn’t focus so much on such a spot, but you had to admit that teasing Bolin was very fun. He was such a sweet boy – you wished he would stop by more often.

“That should just about do it,” you stated, wiping your hands on a small towel you kept tucked into your waistband. Bolin’s back shone with oil in the low light, and he had all but sunk completely into the table, completely relaxed. He tilted his head to the side to look at you, a little bashful.

“I feel like I should have bought you dinner first,” he admitted, with a dorky laugh. You replied with your own giggle, covering your mouth.

“You did, remember?” you gestured to the dumplings still sitting on the high table, and Bolin shook his head, sitting up, rolling his neck as he adjusted to his loosened muscles.

“No, I mean, like, properly,” he elaborated, scratching the back of his head. You smiled, looking up at him shyly.

“You mean, like a date?” you pressed. You wanted him to ask you out – you wanted to get to know him.

“If you’d want?” he replied, shrugging. You smiled bright at him, nodding.

“I would like that, very much.”

[jinbestboy]

☁️thirty questions tag game☁️

tagged by // @jimindelune and @hazeltae thank you both so much i loved reading all your answers and have decided i’m in love with you both // answers under the cut bc she’s a long one

name/nickname: my full name is emma but i almost exclusively go by em unless i’m in trouble

star sign: taurus 🥰

hight: 6’2” someone call jack i think i’m his missing beanstalk

birthday: april 29 ‘98

favorite band: i mean…….. there’s the obvious answer, but outside of the kpop world id say state champs neck deep and say anything

time: 9pm ish

favorite solo artist: kpop solo is hands down IU she is out of this world, non kpop is hobo johnson

song stuck in your head: all in my head by hobo johnson (ive been really in the feels with him lately)

last movie you watched: it was still when i saw in the hights with @vantehobi i don’t watch movies :/

free space: i hope everyone had a good week last week! i’m gonna try and be more active on here again last week was so crazy with getting to see julie again and then being sad about not seeing julie anymore the whole rest of the week, anyways i missed you all love love muah. oh also this took me literally 2 days to finish why am i like this

last show: i’m watching this series on peacock with my mom called escape to the chateau and it’s ab this british couple who buy a disheveled and worn down 5 story french chateau and renovate it to live in/use for weddings and i love it sm. and as always i have parks or the office on at any given moment

when i created this blog: i’ve had it since 2015 on and off but i swapped over to a bangtan blog fully around october of last year

what i post: an absolutely nonsensical stream of consciousness in the tags of posts made by people who actually contribute to this hellsite

last thing i googled: color dropper online for the 10495903 time because i changed my theme 3 times in a day

other blogs: i keep saying i’m gonna make a girl group blog but i cant even get myself to be on this one as much as i want to be

do i get asks?: every now and then i get one from a mutual but i’m pretty sure mobile tumblr eats like at least 75% of the asks i get because i always get notifications for asks but then i go to my asks and nothing new is there it’s very frustrating so sorry if you send me an ask and it goes unanswered i probably didn’t get it at all i’m so sorry

why did i chose my url?: because kim seokjin is the absolute bestest boy and i think it’s about time that fact is publicly recognized

following?: idk like 460 something?

followers?: yes i love them 🤲🏼

average hours of sleep: fortunately i don’t start work until noon every day so i can stay up until 3 am and still get 7/8 hours of sleep which really works out. sometimes i only get 4 though bc ✌🏻🤪✌🏻

lucky number: mmmmmmm yeah no not a concept i think i can get behind anymore

instruments: i can play the ukulele! and i really wanna learn the drums and the piano but both are time consuming and expensive

what am i wearing?: a tube top and sweatpants and my knock off mic drop socks that just say mic on both sides :)

dream job?: doing what yoongi actually applied to big hit for

favorite food: this changes by the week but i’ll eat about anything with pasta or peach flavoring. also dumplings.

tea or coffee: water please 🥰🥰

nationality: unfortunately i am all american

favorite song: no no, no. i have favorite songS that are all very important to me for different reasons i can’t get myself to explain rn but atm the toppers are 28 and spring day ALWAYS, epiphany, paradise, 134340, home, serendipity, cry for me and also likey by twice, romeo and juliet and also mover awayer and also all in my head by hobo johnson, all you are is history by state champs, and the entirety of …Is a Real Boy by say anything. all of these tend to sit at the top of the list generally but by no means are all my favorites. how dare i be asked to pick a favorite ugh

last book i read: i don’t remember the last time i had the motivation to read thats so upsetting but i always recommend I’ll Give You the Sun by jandy nelson

top three virtual universes you’d want to live in: gonna just let my full weeb out on this one so bear with me; the house they move to in my neighbor totoro is my ultimate dream in life, soul eater so i can be best friends with black star, and kill la kill because i like girls thank you

tagging // @mykrokosmos @yoongisshadow @ccypher3 @sugacutie @jaehyukkies @cowboyjinbop @taejinnies @bibillyhillsbaby @strawberryjimi @rmftjin @stardustyoongi @ftyoongi @flowerkth @floraljimin and also @vantehobi even though i know you won’t do it and it’s fine i just can’t not tag you ok love you most muah

[dabiboy]

It’s finally here! Chapter one of my new Hawks fic! Is a bit short, but everything will be cleared out in the next chapters, by now enjoy the cliffhangers!

[small background: Reader was told that she was going to be part of a medical program to treat her disease, but the truth behind it was darker. There waa no program, nor treatment. After ended up trapped in feudal Japan, she gets back to Tokyo to stop the man who screwed her life. The problem? A young handsome hero is on the way. Will they be able to get rid of him? Or that young winged hero will mess with their plan? Find out in this fic!]

Chapter one: Strangers in a Not so Strange Land

Present time

''I hate these shoes, they're too tight'' The teenage boy complained as he took them off and sat on the floor, massaging the limbs. 

''Don't be an ungrateful human. You wore wood sandals for years, those shoes are more expensive than our dinner'' You rolled your eyes, turning on the old tv and sitting next to the young man, so then you could open the bag and take out the rice and dumplings.

''Yeah, that's why I'm complaining. I was used to those, you know'' He shrugged his shoulders and grabbed his portion. ''Can't I just wear them often?''

''People would look at you weird, and we can't exactly explain-'' He cut you off.

''That we are basically from the feudal time? Yeah, I get it''

''That you, are from the feudal time. I was stuck there, don't mix things'' You raised a single finger. Right after you grabbed the chopsticks to get some rice. ''Besides, it would fuck everything up before even starting it. I don't think there are to many people like us here''

''Yes, but stuck over a hund-'' The teenager said, and you could see the smashed food.

''Eat with your mouth shut, kid'' You scolded him. ''And it was not a hundred. More like... Fifty, or some shit like that'' Your eyebrows furrowed at the answer.

''Yep, you're starting to look old. Old and grumpy'' 

''One more word, and I'm sending you back there. Now eat your food before it gets cold'' You said one more time, hitting his plate with your chopsticks. ''Besides, my biological clock worked differently. I just grew three years older, or so. 

''Whatever you say'' The black haired kid laughed ''Do we have something to drink or do I have to walk to a river?''

''Uhm,'' You thought, looking at the small portion of food you could get ''It was a drink, or two food portions. Can't afford many things right now'' 

''You should get a job'' He raised his eyebrows, holding back a laugh at your confused expression.

''I got one before being part of that fucking program, but I'm guessing they are not hiring me again'' You frowned your lips.

''Yeah well, there are many things you coul-'' This time, you interrupted him.

''Shit, sorry. Wait a second'' 

You stood up quickly, and walked towards the tv to turn the volume up when you saw him. The man who had sold you a lie four years ago, screwing your life, your relation, your job, everything. And yet there he was, with a happy and unworried smile on his face talking to the cameras. Every single scar in your body burned in anger, feeling every cut as if they were freshly new. But they were old. Ages old. And that anger grew even bigger when you heard him speak, in front of all the reporters, media, important people, the world. He was selling a lie to the world. One more time.

''It's such a pleasure being here tonight, especially to inform you that the applications for our program are open again!'' The crowd clapped in excitement ''Together with the Hero Public Safety Commission, we are launching this new technology that will help us to move further into the health world. Terminal diseases, intricate health issues are all going to be solved, and treated with the best of care. the Hero Public Safety Commission has patrocinated previous researches, and they have also supported us with new technologies that are going to help us make this faster and accessible for those in need'' You clenched your teeth are such inaccuracies. The same speech was sold to you, and there you were, fucked up in many different ways. ''And surprises are not over yet! Number two hero is going to be the new face of this campaign, a sign of hope, light, and of course strength! Wing Hero Hawks, would you like to say some words?

''Uhm, I guess so. Good night y'all, as you know the main focus of this campaign is to help those in need, to give them a better future and hope for their lives, because you all deserve to enjoy this little world of us, am I right?'' He laughed and the crowd went crazy.

 How could they keep lying like that? Your blood was boiling in wrath. To take care of people? To give them a brighter future? Bullshit. That bastard was creating biological weapons, and you saw it all. Lived it in your flesh and bones. But you were not letting others go through the same. There had to be something. 

''We are going downtown tomo-''

''Found him'' You turned around quickly to see what the kid had found. ''Hawks's agency. And I might have an idea on how to get in'' 

''Why would we go after him? He's just a publicity image. We gotta get- Where the hell did you get that phone?'' You asked in total confusion when you saw him using a cellphone. So skillfully that it was almost terryfing. 

''Some man left in on the entrance table when we were waiting for our food'' His brown eyes were still on the shiny screen.

''Wait, what? We don't steal here, wanna go to jail?'' You asked in disbelief. This was going to be harder than I thought. 

''But you made me steal when we-''

''Yes, because there were no laws back then! At least not in that shitty village, and we needed to eat! this is different, kid! '' You tried to explain, but he was just to concentrated on his search. 

''Yeah, yeah. The agency is not to far from here, here says that it is some thirty minutes away'' 

''You know, to be a sixteen year old kid coming from a whole other era you're quite smart'' Surprise was in your voice, still amazed at how fast he had learnt using a phone. And an Internet search system. ''Well, I'm all ears. What do you have in mind this time, Haru?''

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