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hunieday · 6 months

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Isumi Haruka Rabbitube Mini - Rabbit Chat

Please note that I am not a professional translator and I'm only doing this to share the side materials to those who cannot access them, if you notice any mistakes please let me know nicely. Enjoy!

Isumi Haruka: Thanks for your hard work. do you have free time rn? (1)

Isumi Haruka: Right now*?

Momo: I do have time rn

Momo: Right now*! ;P

Izumi Mitsuki: Same, I’m free rn

Izumi Mitsuki: Right now*! 😆

Isumi Haruka: Sorry, I accidentally sent the predicted text...

Momo: Don't worry about it at all! I thought maybe Harukacchi felt comfortable with us, so I was actually happy 🥺

Izumi Mitsuki: Me too! I felt like I was talking to Tamaki, feel free to be casual! 😆👍

Isumi Haruka: As if I were talking to Yotsuba!? lol

Isumi Haruka: No, that would be dangerous, we always talk about who's gonna treat the other 💦

Momo: Sounds fun~~~~~~ I wanna go back to high school and play rock-paper-scissors to decide who buys juice at the store ‼‼😭.

Izumi Mitsuki: I know right! Then go buy sweet red-bean soup and play tricks on each other! 🤩

Isumi Haruka: Sounds like you guys were really enjoying your time

Isumi Haruka: Um, onto the main question! Please let me conduct a survey on what would be good for next week's Rabbimini after-party!

Isumi Haruka:

1. visiting a ramen shop

2. Panda-man taste testing

3- Divination

4- All-you-can-eat dim sum brunch

Izumi Mitsuki: Ooh~~!!

Izumi Mitsuki: You really thought this through! Thanks 😭 well, we still haven’t decided on anything yet!

Momo: Let's go to aaaall of them!! your big brother here will treat you guys to everything 😭‼

Isumi Haruka: Nah if we go to all of them our stomachs will be too bloated lol

Isumi Haruka: I wanted to do something for you two since you guys took me out for yakiniku after the shoot

Momo:Isn’t he so admirable? ol’ friend Mitsuki-san…

Izumi Mitsuki: What a lovable boy, ol’ friend Momo-san… (2)

Isumi Haruka: You're becoming grandpas lol

Momo:

Izumi Mitsuki:

Izumi Mitsuki: Alright then, do you have any recommendations among these choices?

Isumi Haruka: Erm...

Isumi Haruka: Panda-man. They look cute and I think it’d be fun

Isumi Haruka: I know it’s somewhat childish but...

Momo: It’s fine, I wanna chomp chomp it!! It's cute like Momo-chan, right!? 😍💕

Izumi Mitsuki: I might have seen it featured on TV! 😆 They have different panda faces on them right?

Isumi Haruka: 😉🥺😤

Isumi Haruka: ↑ Yeah! Like these

Isumi Haruka: People take pics of themselves making the same face as Panda man as a trend

Momo: Oh no we totally have to do a photoshoot too 🫰

Izumi Mitsuki: Now you sound like a gyaru lol

Momo: But it's been a while, so teach us how to take photos 🥺 waaggghhh

Isumi Haruka: I'll definitely teach you everything 🫰

Izumi Mitsuki: By the way, there's a photo of the three of you in our fridge! The one you, Iori and Tamaki took together 😆.

Isumi Haruka: Huh!? The fridge!?

Isumi Haruka: At the IDOLiSH7 dorm!?

Izumi Mitsuki: That's right! lolol you took it to commemorate getting a large king pudding stuffed plushie right?

Momo: Wait a minute!! You’re telling me you can see that incredibly cute picture if you go to the IDOLiSH7 dorm ⁉

Izumi Mitsuki: You sure can 👍

Momo: We'll bring a hot pot set and come visit you.

Izumi Mitsuki: We'll be waiting 👍

Isumi Haruka: Please stop, it's embarrassing lololol

Isumi Haruka: But I wonder if Izumi got mad when you stuck it there?

Isumi Haruka: Ah, I mean the little brother! Iori-kun

Izumi Mitsuki: It's confusing since we're both Izumi! 😂

Izumi Mitsuki: He was a bit nervous about it, but Tamaki told us that you three worked really hard together to get that stuffed plushie, so he was really happy and wanted to stick it everywhere!

Izumi Mitsuki: He couldn't help but forgive him when he heard that ✨

Momo: That's so precious... I'll bring beer in bulk on top of that hot pot set.

Izumi Mitsuki: Thank you!? lololol

Isumi Haruka:

Momo: Haruka sounds embarrassed! so cute (*σ･ω･｡)σ

Izumi Mitsuki: This is youth :pudding cheer:

Isumi Haruka: I'm not embarrassed!!!

Momo: What other poses do you usually strike? (*σ･ω･｡)σ

Isumi Haruka: Well, since Izumi doesn't pose so much, Yotsuba and I go extra to make it more exciting, or something...?

Izumi Mitsuki: more exciting lolol thank you!!

Iori smiles when he looks at the picture in the fridge, so I’m truly happy!

Isumi Haruka: Is that so

Isumi Haruka: Yotsuba said he's gonna be fine, but there were times when I wondered if I was pushing him too hard. I'm glad!

Momo: Mitsuki,,,,, I think I'm going to cry,,,,,,

Izumi Mitsuki: Me too,,,,, the big bro in me is so happy,,,,,

Isumi Haruka: p-please don't cry!!

Momo:

Isumi Haruka: I wanna take a picture with a pose that only three people can pull off! What do you think 😳

Izumi Mitsuki: Sounds good! I think we should pose like we did in Rabbimini, right?

Isumi Haruka: Maybe we could clasp our hands together in front of our chests and strike a kung fu pose? Like what we did at the start of Rabbimini! 🙏

Izumi Mitsuki: That's a good idea! I practiced a lot while watching videos! 😆

Momo: You could doodle something cute like ramen, that’d be adorable!! 😆💕

Isumi Haruka: I'll draw a panda too 🐼

Momo: That's the best!! What will you draw, Mitsuki!?

Izumi Mitsuki: Uh, something related to Rabbimini !? let me think

Izumi Mitsuki: A colander,,,?

Momo: a colander lololololololololol

Isumi Haruka: lolololololol

Izumi Mitsuki: I'll practice drawing it lololol

Momo: looking forward to seeing the result of your practice lolol

Momo: Momo-chan and Mitsuki are gonna drive and pick you up from school on the day of the shoot! ✨

Izumi Mitsuki: I’ll rabbitchat you when we get there! 😆

Isumi Haruka: You were serious about that?!?!

Isumi Haruka: I'm happy, but I think Izumi and Yotsuba will get jealous lol 🫣 🫣

Momo: I was serious about it, Harukacchi…!!

Izumi Mitsuki: They’ll definitely be jealous, so I’m gonna spoil them by making their favorite things before and after the outing 🥹 I'm sure both of them will understand that it’s to celebrate your hard work at the shooting!

Isumi Harukai: Um, just to be clear, please be careful not to stand out! Yotsuba told me that when Momo-san came the other day, the whole school was talking about it!

Momo: no way...!! I'm gonna park a little further away from the school so I won’t bother anyone.

Izumi Mitsuki: Let's put on a disguise so that we don't stand out!

Momo:

Izumi Mitsuki:

Isumi Haruka: I'm getting really excited for some reason..!

Momo: I'm glad! After the shoot, let's go to the arcade together when we’re less busy >u< I like that one game! The one where you kill zombies!

Isumi Haruka: Isn’t it great?

Isumi Haruka: I compete with Yotsuba in the high score board, so I'm good at it!

Momo: Huh that’s cool!! Haruka can really do anything >u<

Isumi Haruka: Hehehe

Mitsuki-san, is there something you’d like to do if we go together?

Izumi Mitsuki: Ah! Then, the crane game! I know a guy who’s gonna be over the moon if he gets a Kokona-chan or something 😆 you'll have to teach me all the tricks!

Isumi Haruka: Yes!! I'll take care of it 🙌

Momo: Then Mitsuki, give me tips on how to draw a colander ;P✨

Izumi Mitsuki: I don’t think there are any tricks to that lololol i’ll think about it lolol

Isumi Haruka: lolololol

In the original text, Haruka sends a casual text to the group chat, then corrects his tone by adding “ですか” (desu ka) in a separate message. Momo and mitsuki tease him about it by sending casual messages then following it up with “ですか”. This kind of polite speech doesn’t exist in English, so this was the closest way to convey the OG conversation’s tone

This is another joke that can’t be properly conveyed in English without further context, Momo and Mitsuki start adding “や” (ya) at the end of their messages which is a form of speech under a style called “yakuwarigo”, used in manga/anime (amongst other forms of media) to indicate age. The “ya” in this case is added to elderly characters’ speech, hence why I chose to add the “ol’ man” so that Haruka’s comment makes sense.

#idolish7 #i7 #idolish7 translation #isumi haruka #sunohara momose #momo re:vale #izumi mitsuki #rabbitube mini #rabbitchat

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shlutnutt · 3 years

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make it hurt

sum: punishing tate for being a bratty bitch lol

w: dom reader x sub tate, vibrator usage, handjob, oral(female recieving), overstimulation, edging, 69 kinda?

Your beloved remained silent, more than well aware of the small deep-colored vibrating toy you fidgeted around your palm. Not a single word escaped his lips nor a muscle seem to have shifted for comfort. He only layed on your guys' shared bed, the black latex suit he had on delighfully reflecting against the bright slightly orange-tinted lamp that resided just a few feet away from him. You would've believed he'd fallen asleep in his pretty boy fuck suit until you suddenly heard him voice

"i want it to hurt.."

Ignoring his neediness, you watched how Tate quickly returned to his dimming silence, filling in the quietness from his commentary and unzipping the black mask, removing it from his head roughly, just for you to encounter nothing but obvious sweat spots on his forehead, under eyes and his shaggy hair, giving it a beautiful slight wet look, whilst he only breathed heavily, attempting to inhale in the cool air that explored the bedroom.

"Im not satisfied with you behavior today, you nee-"

"yes! yes i know, please.. punish me, please. i deserve it~.."

Tate's neediness only made your insides crumble, the way he patiently waited for your arrival in his fuck toy suit, how he was positioned and ready for you. You only allowed your cunt to form those bitter-sweet juices you'd let out of whenever you were excited, whenever Tate excited you. How he'd ever so often give up his need of showing dominance and fully submit to you, never failed to drive you over the edge.

"Tell me what you want, my pretty toy?" you firmly questioned the man, observing how his eyes scanned through your body, in which you only snapped once, catching his gaze by surprise.

"I need you to touch me.. to make me yours, tease me, bite me, kiss me. I want it all.. p-please, y/n~" Tate was quick to reply, shifting his gaze from your own down to his enlarging crotch, in which's sight you hummed to, him softly whimpering under his breath from the lack of touch.

Langdon knew how much you hated when he had an attitude with you, like today, how he continuously rolled his eyes at you whilst you tried to explain why you were in such a hurry to leave for work. Obviously even after apologizing a counted amount of times, you were aware of how much he wanted to get on your nerves again, now it being knowingly known that he was aware of needing a well taught lesson as well.

You, though only looking over at his needful self, you continued to toy around the buzzing object you had in hand, deciding between which level were to be the day-maker for the both of you.

Now taking a few leepful steps towards the man, you managed to delighfully remove the lace underwear you wore under the silk pyjama gown that hugged your form nicely, standing brief-less beside Tate, his eyes becoming needier to the minimum movement.

"i ne- oh~" you heard Tate get rudely interrupted, by the feeling of your kneeled leg applying pressure onto the bed, sinking down slowly you decided to include your left leg now, lifting and accomodating it by his toned side, you straddling his suited form now.

"what was that?" you only leaned down to whisper, the feeling of your dampened cunt leading you to the thought of skipping the teasing procedure and going straight to what you came for.

Tate only breathed heavily, holding aback those sweet little moans, as you glided the powered-off toy up and down his upper chest, tapping it smoothly across his pink-tinted clothed nipples. "baby.. please. please.." he only proceeded to beg, as the little sweat that rested on his forehead multiplicated with each and every tap you'd gift him with. "m-mommy!" Langdon yelled out now, the twitching of his cock speeding up under you, more than prepared for it's release from the slight bit of sexual affection you shared with him.

"don't cum until I tell you, okay?"

"mhmm~.."

"use your words."

"yes. yes, okay? yes!"

His urgent response was what drove you over the edge, what made you quickly switch your position from regular cowgirl to reverse cowgirl ontop of his upper chest, your bare cunt only being a few inches away from his face, making him whimper to himself, his member only being a few inches away from yours, making those sweet-bitter juices now drip out of your cunt.

"are you gonna be good for me?" you questioned with need.

"i p-promise i'll be good.." hesitated Tate, knowing how difficult this task was going to be due to how bad he wanted to cum already.

Unzipping his crotch zipper now, you set his pre-cum dipped cock free, bits and bits of little juices leaking out of its reddening tip. The view only being mesmerizing and needful, you were quick to turn on the vibrator on the lowest level available and rapidly attaching it to the very tip of his cock, smoothly gliding it down to the base, lower to the balls and back up right behind the tip, memorizing how this sweet spot drove him crazy, his moans increasing suddenly to the gesture.

Enjoying his struggle you soon turned up the toy to its higher setting, now starting with the balls and back up. Adding extra pressure onto his tip you notice how his toes curled and his thighs shook repeatedly, his release not being too far from nearing.

"remember what i told, Tate." you reminded as you felt him become uncontrollable by the second, you continuing your work.

Tate was more than eager for your approval to his release, so he found a quick distraction. With your pussy being ever so near to his face, he stuck his tongue out, it surprisingly reaching your clit. Him toying around with it as you toyed around with his tip, you couldn't help but to give in and push yourself further onto his face, his cock not for once not being your main focus point at the moment.

As the toy buzzed onto his, you proceeded to gift him with his request, for it to hurt.

You only powered off the toy and threw it to the side, retracing your concentration onto what you had infront of you, you elbowed on either side of his thighs, your cunt still being devoured by the man.

Carefully utilizing his pre juices as lube you begin to jerk him off, his moaning becoming unstoppably loud onto your pussy, the humming sensation making your legs tremble. You guided your hands to firmly grip on his bulge, making your way up to his tip and down to his balls repeatdly, increasing the speed with each and every moan he let out.

Hearing Tate shout out, "i c-can't.. im close!", hinted you that you were doing more than good, so you of course had to make it better. You stopped giving him his pleasure, edging him to making him near on cry in frustration. His begging and loud raspy whimpers feeling your heart with desire and pleasure, you slowly resumed your work, feeling his hot breath fan your cunt with the satisfactory sigh he let out.

"..hmm~.. can i cum now?" Tate was hesitant to ask, his tip now turning purple from overstimulation.

"think you deserve to cum?"

"y-yes!"

In no time you felt his release shoot up, landing on you and himself, you observing as his member returned to its natural pale-pink shade.

"i don't remember giving you permission.." you looked back at him, his eyes tighly shutting closed as you got up from your stance to pick up the toy you threw out of the way previously.

Turning on the toy to its higher setting once again you decided to involve your tongue with your work now, you licking at the base of his cock whilst the vibrator did its work on his overstimulated tip, his whimpers and uncontrollability just boosting you to keep going.

"i'll make it hurt, my pretty boy."

tags// @divineruler @copy-of-a-cheeto @evanmybeloved @billyhxrgrove @sinnersblood @crssjjh @myriadofcranes @mossybank @the-hotel-cortez

(dm to be in taglist! :) )

#evan peters #american horror story #smut #imagines #ahs imagine #imagine #kinkyaf #ahs murder house #tate langdon #smut writing #writers on tumblr

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neonponders · 3 years

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Read this ficlet and am thinking about tattoo artist!Steve.

Billy’s first thought: intern. The guy has too much naked skin to be an established tattoo artist. Billy had been flipping through the flash book, mostly just to get a read on the new tattoo shop in town.

Except the flash selection was really good. And the decor wasn’t like any other tattoo parlor. Most places have solid-colored walls nearly covered with flash sheets, or art prints so old they’ve faded beyond caring.

This place had plants. Like....lots of plants. Lots of natural lighting coming through the front windows, which made the place more approachable than a shady, blocked out storefront. Clean, light wooded floors. Freshly painted, white baseboards that gleamed in the light. Thrifted Tiffany knock-off lamps that added color to the place that was otherwise green, white, and wood themed.

Like a spa or something. The Orchid Parlor.

The whole place was a long rectangle, and one of the longer sides had been painted into an accent wall of....elephant ear plants? Billy didn’t know plants, all right. But he knew good art when he saw it, and a pretty face even better.

“Are you one of the artists?” he asked, peeking up from the pages of stylized flowers and Japanese/Korean fusion pieces.

“Yeah. And one of the owners,” he declared jovially. “We’re having a grand opening bash this weekend if you want to come? All flash proceeds will be going to charity.”

That sounded...great. “Aren’t the first three years of a business the hardest? That’s really generous of you.”

The guy tilted his weight onto one leg while he shrugged behind the counter. “We have a good financial backer for our first year. My goal isn’t really financial success.”

Billy had to guffaw at that. “Does your backer know that?”

“My dad has low expectations, so anything I do is a step up.”

Oh.

“Oh. Sorry.”

He smiled kindly. “It’s okay. But seriously, if you see something you like - this is my book, but my partner’s is right here - and if you see something you like, come by on Saturday. There’ll be food and music - and a line, probably, so I’d suggest coming a half hour early.”

“Partner,” Billy singled out on. “Where are they? You’re managing opening week alone?”

The guy rolled his big brown eyes at the ceiling. “Her lesbian lover had some catastrophe and she had to rush out of here. She’s been trying to surprise Robin for weeks with adopting a chinchilla. She could only really do it if Robin was too busy with our shop, so...”

He nodded, those arching brunette tresses bobbing over his forehead. Billy felt his features soften with intrigued warmth. “And you? No gay lovers to surprise you with pets?”

He laughed - win for Billy. Nice smile too.

“No. I’ve been single for a while now. But I wouldn’t suggest getting a tattoo just to flirt with me.”

“Hmm,” Billy hummed to himself. “What’s the charity?”

The man tilted his head as if the charity operated right next door. “The Upside Down Hostel on 31st street. It’s a safe house for queer kids.”

The flirtatious warmth melted off of Billy’s face. “Yeah. Yeah, I’ll be here Saturday.”

The owner reached for the stack of fliers as well as the little display of business cards. He wrote something on the back of the flier, stapled the card to it, and passed it to Billy. “I look forward to seeing you. Do you have dietary stuff?”

Billy looked up from the card reading Robin Buckley and Steve Harrington. “Stuff?”

“Vegan. Celiac. Allergies.”

“Oh. No. I don’t do a lot of dairy, though.”

“That’s fine. We’re getting an unreasonable amount of vegan doughnuts and dim sum. I can hold onto your favorite flavor so you won’t have to fight anybody.”

Billy laughed and appreciated that Steve had noticed his hard work under his tank top. “Maple glazed. I’ll hold you to that.”

“You don’t get to cut in line, though.”

“Oh, well then there’s no point.”

They shared a moment of laughter, finished with Billy tapping his paper goodies on the counter. “Saturday, then.”

“Wait, what’s your name?”

“Billy,” he held his hand over the counter, and Steve shook... “Hargrove.”

The long stem of an orchid peeked out of Steve’s t-shirt, tucked inside his bicep. The upside down orchids were black with pink highlights, curving back underneath his tricep and sleeve.

“Steve. Nice to meet you, Billy.”

Before he left, Billy ventured, “Can I ask...why all the plants?”

“I’m claustrophobic, but not as much around plants. Cubicles are...not an option for me, but a wall of plants gives clients the privacy they need and I can hold a needle steady.”

“And if I were to bring a drink to keep my artist going, what would that be?”

“Are you expecting me to answer cactus juice?”

“Are you really going to send me to the most expensive grocery store in town so I can bribe my way into flirting with you?”

Steve laughed. “No, just a flat white with oat milk. Or a passion fruit lemonade. Or -”

“I’m leaving,” Billy sassed on his way to the door. “See you on Saturday, pretty boy.”

#harringrove #ficlet #tattoo artist!steve #neonponders

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elstreem · 3 years

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ALBW Roleswap AU...thing?

Trying to write about this idea where it's Hyrule that got devastated and so Link seeks help from Ravio and Hilda in Lorule. Long post, but here's what I've written about it. I don't think I'm gonna do anything more substantial for it, but it's fun writing this.

Here's a google docs version that's prolly easier to read: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Ar_f6wXBTeY3DGfWeM667QqwvyS-2GfrlZTMCcKQ6BY/edit?usp=sharing

ALBW AU: The Appointed Knight and the Feral Hero

Among the realms created by the Divine mothers, two were tied like the two sides of a coin - both fair kingdoms, with a royal family who protected the sacred relic, Triforce. The Triforce was the sum of the Goddesses’ powers left in these realms, and was even said to be able to grant wishes, leading some to seek its power...unbeknownst to the guardians of the Triforce, it also serves as the cornerstone of their respective realms. No one knows what would happen if the Triforce was broken in some form, for it has never happened before…

As mentioned, the Triforce was left in two particular realms, so close and yet far from each other. The realm bathed in warm sunlight was called Hyrule, while the realm under the cover of soothing darkness was called Lorule. Without knowing of it, the denizens of these two realms prospered similarly to each other. But they were never able to meet, save for when a slight distortion in time and space would show times and places through mirrors and reflections. Only a passing mystery, and were it not for a grievous calamity, perhaps there would never have been a time when Hyrule would need aid from Lorule…

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The clamor of war rang loudly throughout Hyrule Castle. The castle was besieged by terrible forces, slavering monsters and twisted ghouls, howling as they clashed with the soldiers of Hyrule. Men shouted and attacked, hoping to defend their kingdom to the last. However, this was not where the real battle was to be found. In the chaos, there was only one place of stillness - the castle sanctuary, where the princess stood and her knight stood against the demon king, who had risen again. Behind the two protectors of the kingdom, the Triforce shone with a radiant light. “Hand over the Triforce,” Ganon rumbled, hands flexed around a trident. The princess stretched out a hand, tapping into her magical heritage. Link readied his blade and shield - they would never let this monster ruin the world with the Triforce’s power. Never.

The battle began, trident slashing, magic weaving, sword and shield parrying. Link and Zelda fought desperately against the strength of Ganon, who shrugged off their attacks as though it could only annoy him. With a roar, Ganon swatted away Link, the young Hylian’s slight frame getting thrown into the wall with force to crack his bones. Zelda cried out, but she did not waver - even as Ganon lunged forward to lay his hands on the Triforce, she spun around and reached for the relic herself.

“Oh goddesses, protect us!” Zelda wished with all her heart, but even as her words tapped into the Triforce’s power, Ganon’s own hand had reached the relic.

Even while bloodied and bruised, and screaming from the effort, Link got up, trying to move, desperate, as Ganon wished for Hyrule’s destruction.

The two wishes, opposite to each other, warred within the activated relic. Link tried to run, to reach for Zelda even as the Triforce shattered with explosive power, with blinding light pouring out of it.

In those terrible last moments, Link saw the princess turn to him, her form becoming rigid. Ganon too, had stopped - and Link found his own consciousness dimming, burning with only one thought. He had failed his home.

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The sun was yet to rise and all was still in the dark hours preceding dawn.

Or so it was supposed to be, if it weren’t for the angry yells of a woman and a sound of scurrying feet.

The village Blacksmith groaned and hauled himself up from his bed, drearily wiping a hand across his face as his wife rushed into the room.

“Now what is this ruckus all about!?” the Blacksmith complained.

“The stinking thief is back! I told you to report it to the castle, but no, you just had to wait for proof! Well, here’s the proof you want!” the hassled woman said sharply, and she grabbed hold of her husband’s arm and fairly dragged him outside, causing a string of complaints. She ignored the fact that he was barefoot and still in his sleeping clothes and hurried him into the cold air of the early morning. She paused very briefly to grab a fresh torch, and continued along. When she stopped, the Blacksmith was not in the most agreeable mood, but even he could see the damage.

The pots they used for storing water and grains were smashed, and their little garden that had once been full of promising vegetables had been ransacked. But even with the messy scene one could see paw prints in the dirt.

“What was it?” the Blacksmith asked, taking the torch from his wife. He knelt to take a closer look at the destruction.

She sniffed and crossed her arms. “I wasn’t sure - I just heard the sounds of a pot getting smashed and I rushed on over here. I only caught it running away, but it looked beastly, all matted fur and glowing eyes - ugh!”

It would be no match for you in your state, the Blacksmith thought, and he hid a grin. Keeping a straight face, he stood up again and said, “Well, I’ll call on our neighbor to help. No need to alert the Castle.”

She gave a disbelieving snort. “That lad is good for nothing but lounging around!”

“But still, he’s the appointed knight of the realm. Go on inside dear, that is enough trouble for one morning,” the Blacksmith said.

After putting on work clothes and making sure that everything was secured, the Blacksmith walked on over to a house on a hill, keeping his eyes peeled for any lurking creatures. However, upon reaching the house, the man gave a groan - of all the mornings he made this trip, today was the miraculous day the appointed knight was not sleeping in. The house was dark and a piece of paper was tacked to the door. The paper read:

“If you’re looking for me, I’m at the Castle!” - Knight of the Realm, Ravio.

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Morning came and went, the sun’s rays bringing cheer and light to the land. Within the Castle’s kitchen, the maids and cooks were bustling about, preparing food for lunch. But in the middle of all this activity, a boy was sitting still, snacking on an apple as he idled the time away.

“Surely you have business to do, Ravio?” one of the exasperated cooks asked, watching Ravio take another apple from the kitchen’s stores and eat it.

“I’m in the business of filling my energy up after an early morning training!” Ravio said, grinning as much as he could with a mouthful of apple.

“...right,” the cook muttered. Sure, Ravio had been in the castle before dawn’s light, but all the staff saw of him was him taking a nap in the knight’s training room.

A page popped into the castle kitchens, and seeing Ravio, marched up to him. Ravio’s grin slid off his face as he saw the page’s gleeful look. He knew what that meant.

“Her Grace, Princess Hilda, commands the Knight of the Realm to the Counsel Room!” the page said as loudly as possible. The nearby kitchen staff snickered as Ravio stood up and wiped the apple juice off his face.

Ravio might not fear monsters, but he had a healthy fear of his closest friend.

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"I tell you, your Grace, something has been ferreting around, stealing food and making a ruckus. The missus reckons it’s some sort of beast from what she saw. Maybe a wolf? But then again…"

"There are no wolves in Lorule."

"Exactly!"

"Well, wolves or no wolves, if it is disturbing the peace our appointed knight of the realm should be looking into it," Princess Hilda of Lorule said.

Her crimson eyes flicked over to said knight of the realm, even if he wasn't acting like it. Ravio might have looked the part, wearing armor stamped with the royal sigil of Lorule. It was an impressive enough sight that most never minded the lack of a sword at his back. However, instead of standing at duty, he was slouching, idly tugging at his scarf and wishing the audience would be over.

Hilda cleared her throat and tapped her staff on the ground, making Ravio jump nervously. As carefree as he was, he did not like testing Hilda's temper.

"Yess, your Grace?" Ravio asked.

"The Blacksmith brought his problem personally to the castle, Ravio. And I say, you must look into it this time," Hilda said, emphasizing her last two words.

Ravio groaned. Hilda was annoyed that the Blacksmith had to bring this problem up personally. Okay, so he was the knight of the realm, but that did not mean he had to solve every problem his neighbors had, right?

Then again, it seemed like a monster was involved.

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The bushes underneath the trees rustled, and as Ravio followed close, he saw a pair of eyes looking out at him from the shadows. They glowed as they caught the light, and Ravio hesitated - human eyes did not glow like that, which could only mean this was a monster.

He quickly grabbed his Hookshot, and fired - the claw shot through the air. The beast leapt clear, but was too slow by just a second and caught a glancing blow. Ravio heard a yelp, and some footsteps going away. Ravio gave chase - even a glancing blow from a Hookshot was enough to give the most hardened monster some pause. And a pause was all he needed for another shot, and whatever his faults, Ravio had a good eye. Again the Hookshot pierced the air, and this time he scored a direct hit. Ravio knew it from the way the Hookshot had struck.

He hurried after the beast and came into the circle of trees, where he found something lying limp on the ground.

"Got you," Ravio murmured to himself, grabbing his bow. He readied an arrow at the beast, and was about to loose the projectile when the beast twitched and groaned - but the groan did not sound at all beastly.

Ravio dropped the bow and came close - yes, now that he was near he could see a hand peeking out from underneath some clothing. Perhaps a humanoid monster? But in the next moment he heard a soft whisper, and the creature went still. Ravio dropped to his knees beside the figure and turned him over, gasping at what he found. The "monster" was a lad his age, covered in a dirty old cloak. He couldn't see much of the boy's face as it was covered in grime and dirty blonde hair that spilled over one side of his face, but it was definitely a human.

"Hey! Can you hear me?"

All he got as a response was a sigh. Ravio's blood went cold, remembering how the boy had gone still. Ravio dropped his head onto the boy's chest, and listened hard - it was faint, but there was breath and a heartbeat within him.

Moving quickly, Ravio pulled up a bottle of Red Potion and carefully tipped it to the boy's lips - he was unresponsive at first, but when Ravio put a drop of potion to his lips, the lad's tongue licked it away. Very, very carefully, Ravio put a small amount to the boy's mouth, and he swallowed it. In this way, the boy finished the bottle of red potion, which brought back some color to his face.

"Hey, hold on, okay? Stay with me, here," Ravio said. He slung the boy's arm over his shoulders, and putting his own arm around the boy's hip, he stood up. The boy's head leaned limply into Ravio's shoulder, and Ravio fought the urge to sneeze - the guy smelled bad - like he'd been sleeping in the wilds and rolled through mud, kind of bad.

The lad was dead weight, and Ravio had a hard time pulling him along. It was with relief that Ravio heard the Blacksmith calling.

"Ahoy! What have you got there? The beast?"

"Nah, I clobbered the beast good, it should stay away. But I found a stranger, he clearly needs help," Ravio reported. The knight's normally jolly tone was urgent and the Blacksmith knew he wasn't goofing around.

"Alright, here I go! Phew, this one needs a bath," the Blacksmith grunted as he scooped the boy up easily.

"And a good meal - he feels almost dead," Ravio panted, relieved at having the weight off his shoulders.

"Bother, the house is full of weapons to be shipped - we should put him in your house, yeah?" the Blacksmith said.

"Mine!?" Ravio said in dismay.

"Of course. You helped him, you have to see it through," the Blacksmith said.

"Oh, I guess. He better pay rent," Ravio muttered.

For all of Ravio's words he was anxious for the boy and was relieved when the Blacksmith put him into his own bed.

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The boy wandered back inside, shrugging off his cloak. Ravio looked up with a smile and then gasped in surprise - with the grime wiped away, he could have sworn the face he was looking at was his own.

Well, not quite - the stranger's hair was blond and his eyes were blue. Also, he had seriously dark bags under his eyes and hollow cheeks, like he had missed many good meals and nights of sleep.

"Whoa - wow, this is a shocker - talk about seeing your twin," Ravio said.

The boy looked blankly at him.

"…look .are you really just speechless with shock all the time?" Ravio asked.

The boy shifted his feet uncomfortably.

"Well, nothing for it. Here, maybe some food will loosen you up. You look faint with hunger," Ravio said.

The boy nodded gratefully, and dropped himself into one of the chairs at the table.

Ravio brought out a plate, filled with goods from the castle - bread, butter, fried eggs and apple slices. He had a feeling that the boy was hungry, and he was right - though the lad tried to restrain himself for politeness, he gulped down the meal as if famished. Ravio busied himself with cleaning his kitchen, which was a little dusty.

“Well, you look much better now that you had a bite or ten in you,” Ravio said as the boy set down his spoon and fork with a sigh.

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"Well Ravio, have you considered one thing?"

"What?" Ravio asked, shifting uncomfortably at seeing Hilda's raised eyebrow.

"That maybe…you're talking way too much to give space," Hilda said tartly.

"Hey!" Ravio said in indignation. Hilda didn't show any outward signs of amusement, but Ravio knew her long enough to know that her eyes were smiling at the joke. It almost made the little jab worth it.

"Anyway, I shall go see this stranger, see if I can loosen his tongue," Hilda said.

The response however, was far more dramatic than the two expected. On seeing Hilda enter the room, the boy's eyes widened, and he hurriedly dropped to one knee and put his hand on his chest in a knight's bow. Hilda and Ravio traded glances.

"Please stand, good sir. I heard from Ravio about your appearance…but please, tell us more about yourself," Hilda said.

The boy raised his head, but looked down again and sadly shook his head. He opened and closed his mouth several times, but no words came out. He raised his hands and folded them in front of his throat.

"Ah, so you cannot speak…I'm sorry to have asked it without consideration," Hilda said.

The boy shook his head as if trying to reassure her there was no offense.

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A stone statue stood inside the blasted courtyard. Even petrified, the beauty of the strange lass was not marred at all - her form perfectly captured in rock. She would have looked lovely if it weren't for the expression of horror on her face. The wolf circled the statue, and Ravio read a great sadness in Link's blue eyes.

Ravio drew close and saw, among the petrified waves of the lass's hair, a crown, and her dress bore a banner displaying a royal crest similar to Lorule's.

The wolf sat down, facing the statue, before raising his head and giving off a lonely howl.

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Aaaand that's it. I have a few more ideas to toss into this (Link and Ravio searching for the lost Master Sword of Lorule? Hilda facing off against Ganon?) but I highly doubt I can add anything more weighty to this. I don't even have a proper explanation for why Link turns into a wolf (though in my mind, what's happened to Hyrule is a similar situation to the Twilight, where time has stopped and the souls of Hylians are left as wandering, dazed wraiths.) I might post other writing scraps if I feel like it?

#oh look it's actually writing #like the thing I studied #man I'm so dried up when it comes to words #legend of zelda #a link between worlds #albw #link #ravio #zelda #hilda #gonna drop this and go

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the-lighwood-who-lived · 3 years

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How Times Change

KIND OF A PART 2 OF “WHERE’S THE FUN WITHOUT A LITTLE BIT OF RISK” BUT TOTALLY UNDERSTANDABLE EVEN OTHERWISE. harry potter image

SUMMARY: An image about the life of the reader and harry, 18 years post the war. A family reunion kinda thing.

Y/N POV

I sat by at home waiting for the boys to return. Harry and Draco were on a rather simple mission. But that didn’t put my nerves down, we’re Aurors, no mission is ever safe. I sat in the dim light, drowning in my doubts and fears when I heard the front door lock click. I rushed to the front door only to throw my self on Harry. Once I was sure he wasn’t fatally wounded, which is rather a hobby of his, I shared the same hug with Draco. “We’re okay y/n, we’re not kids anymore”, said Draco, sharing a smirk with Harry. Before I could retort, I heard a crash upstairs followed by three people squealing.

Harry and Draco snicker while I turn to them glaring. They both cover their ears as they know what was coming. “JAMES SIRIUS POTTER YOU COME DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!” I yelled. He was down in a matter of seconds, followed by his little brother and sister. Harry and Draco were still snickering. “Harry! Would you at least ask this mischievous lot what they were doing?” I asked getting annoyed.

Seeing my annoyance, Harry and Draco looked at each other before clearing their throat and putting on their big boy faces. “Right, um, James, what were u doing upstairs?” asked Harry. “Nothing” said James and albus in unison, a little too quickly for my liking. Harry looked at me and shrugged. Draco laughed a bit at his attempt before trying for himself. “Lily darling, what were your brothers doing?” Draco asked in a voice I had only seen him use on the kids and myself, when I was a kid.

The 7-yr-old replied as best she could with her front tooth missing. “James wash trying a spell to turn some water into juice and Albus was helping him. They blew up Albus’s study table. They told me they would prank me if I tell you Uncle Draco.” She managed, hiding behind Draco’s leg to avoid her brothers.

Draco picks Lily up and heads to the dining area, since today was family dinner day. Hermione and Ron would be arriving soon. I turned to the boys and said, “Just for this, both of you don’t get to go to your dad’s office this weekend. We’re going skip directly to Lily’s turn. Now go get ready to use the floo network to your uncle Bill and aunty Fleur’s house.” I say in a tone that implies there would be no further discussion. The two ran off the moment I was done. I turned to Harry; he had a soft smile on his face. He bent down with intentions to kiss me, but the doorbell rang just then. Harry groaned out loud. I opened the door to find my best friend and her husband at the door. “Hermione!!” I squeal hugging her while Harry rushed to Ron, “Oh hi Ron” I add. “Gee thanks y/n, I feel so welcomed!” says Ron with playful sarcasm while hugging me. I see another tall figure behind them, only jump on him when I realize its George. “Your finally back!” I murmur while still holding onto him. He had been so busy with his goal to open 103 outlets of his shop; I hardly see him anymore. It’s been almost 6 months since I last saw him. Him… just him… it’s been 18 years, but I couldn’t get it out of my head. He seemed tired, carrying the weight of what used to be ‘theirs’ ‘now all by himself. Harry welcomed them in as I got the floo powder for the kids. Once we were near the fireplace, Draco knelt down in front of the boys and said, “Now boys, all this is fun and games, but when you’re not with us, you have to take care of your little sister. She still needs someone to hold her hand, okay? You may not be on good terms now, but if she is not with you, you’ll realize how much you love her…”. He said the last part looking at me, I smiled at him. I stopped being a Malfoy the moment I became a Gryffindor, Hermione let me take up the name Granger after that... and I’ve kind of stuck with it. Listening to him advice the kids now… He’s grown so much. We all have, but a day doesn’t go by without our past’s haunting us.

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Harry POV

We were digging into dessert while Hermione suddenly said, “How’s Astoria Draco? I haven’t seen her in so long.” Draco choked on his apple custard. “Oh... um... she’s staying at her parents for a while, so I thought I’d stay here with my little sister for a while.” He said, trying to regain his composure. Y/N snorted. I could see Draco pleading y/n with his eyes so as to not tell them. To be honest, I don’t want her to either. She decided to announce anyways!

Y/N POV

“Sure…. That’s what she wanted…” I said between laughs. Hermione looks at me confused while Ron and George had a mischievous curiousness on their faces. I smirked before saying, “To sum it up, after the ministry’s annual celebration last week, I opened the door to find my husband and my dear cousin drunk. They decided they wanted to dress up like they did in the 18 hundreds. Astoria literally kicked him out for turning up at home drunk at 4am.”. Ron and George looked disappointed. “That isn’t so bad” said George. “Oh but it was… it was his anniversary” I said laughing. Draco physically face-palmed himself while Ron, George and Hermione burst out laughing. How times change…In that moment, one would never see how broken this family actually is, there’s a new sense of hope in all of us that hides our despair. I can only pray that it’ll last until the end of times.

“This is why I invite only Harry to game night Y/N!” yelled Draco.

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sustenance-soon · 2 years

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foods to make when i get my kitchen back. i swear i am going to cook / eat my way through this list and cross stuff off as i go:

new:

apple lemon ginger drink (apple, 1T lemon juice, 1 slice ginger blended then pour over hot water and add honey and cinnamon)

theroamingchef’s butter chicken and garlic naan

list of british food to cook!

soon dubu ✅

lavendar syrup

korean spicy pork (doesn’t use much soy sauce??!)

CRISPY EGGPLANT (also easy to make low sodium if u just use less sauce on top!!)

spiral cucumber salad!!

french toast breakfast sandwich (egg, cheese, ham or bacon)

korean corn dogs mini w bread

french toast ?

pancakes but like, some cool version

banana bread ✅

zucchini bread

japanese 7-11 egg salad sandwich (just get brioche and use the extra for french toast !)

vietnamese spring rolls — do no salt in the roll (just rice noodle, mushroom, carrot, cabbage, etc + wrapper) and put sodium / fish sauce etc in the dipping sauce!!! yesss

kitchn copycat starbucks lemon loaf (do a shorter version if possible / or freeze some)

coffee cake??

CHOCOLATE COVERED ECLAIRS W CUSTARD

maybe try cream puffs first lol to not have to do everything at the same time

croissants……!!!!!!!!!!!!

cream filled donuts …!!!

KOREAN CORN DOG .. maybe do minis not on a skewer to be able to fry fully. i feel like 1 hot dog could make 3 little corndogs!!!

in fall: COTtage pie! do the fork think on the potatoes so they get crisp up top!! no salt in the potatoes! all the salt in the filling! maybe grate carrots and onion and celery and use ground beef to make it faster. or if cheaper get a cut of whatever beef is used in joc beef curry and cut that into 1/4-1/3” cubes!!! actually i kind of like that idea best.

homemade pizza ✅

palak tofu ✅

yu xiang eggplant

hashimaki

shrimp tempura ✅

congee / porridge ✅

shrimp and carrot kakiage ✅

PANZENELLA OMG??

chocolate chip cookies ✅

KEBAB i want kebab!!

steamed buns!!!! i want to make pork buns…!!

swedish meatballs and mashed potatoes (needs cubed white bread)

and japanese grilled meat and green onion

ok i am adding paprika hendl unfortunately i am not immune to peer pressure of my 25k person book club

quiche!!! ham swiss onion!!!!!!!!! ✅

brownies to have with ice cream or whipped cream and strawberry sauce or other fruit sauce!

chocolate chip and walnut cookie ✅

sour cream coffee cake!

yuzu ice cream via joc!

joc chicken spring rolls!!! wow easy to make low sodium! woohoo!!

french toast bacon and cheese sandwich

frittata ? with ... potato?

nyc japanese-style curry

peter morwood’s pork with chili and chocolate

pork belly shabu shabu salad!!!

bone-in chicken curry ✅

soba noodle salad (needs soba tho wahhh)

swedish meatball and gravy!!

egg curry!!!!

aloo mattar

sushi!!!!!!

fried egg rolls

hong shao pork belly ✅

baby potatoes curry (indian)

mattar nimona?

dahi aloo

vegetable biryani (needs cashews, fresh herbs)

punjabi khadi pakora (needs chickpea flour)

Panch Phoron Dahi Baingan (needs curry leaves)

punjabi dum aloo (uses menthi and cashews)

spicy pork belly stir fry

soon tofu from packet ✅

soon tofu from scratch again

bossam (korean boiled pork belly wrap)

nori sour cream dip ✅

shepard’s pie ✅

fish n chips (i love the idea of frying the chips alongside the fish in the oil!!!!) i need to buy malt vinegar and learn to make tartar sauce. maybe i can use sour cream or yogurt instead of all mayo, that’d be good.

crispy potato tacos! could use leftover tortillas to make quesadillas ... breakfast .. quesadillas... oh boy. i think i want to use mixed corn and wheat together tortillas those are the best to me

chang fen from dim sum!!! steamed tasty guy! plus just other dim sum recipes from scratch!!! bbq pork buns, soup dumplings, shrimp dumplings too!!!

chicken tikka masala

can also use fried fish in corn tortillas with coleslaw for fish tacos !!!

stovetop butter chicken with this sauce and this chicken

honey walnut shrimp ✅

eggplant and tofu (some riff on the panda express vers my beloved lol) ✅

samosas!!!

tomato soup!!! ✅

eggplant donburi omg i lOVE EGGPLANT ✅

kabocha gratin with extra mushrooms and yeah maybe shredded chicken!! oooh making a bechamel!!!! not as scary now that i have made my cream pasta! ✅

tamagoyaki

butternut squash soup

japanese beef curry with tomato

japanese pork belly curry

japanese tonkatsu curry

taiwanese stinky tofu

taiwanese beef noodle soup

stewed pork feet

stewed chicken feet

tiramisu again ✅

mosaic sushi

korean tofu soup ✅

beignets !!!!

nacho cheese

bbq chicken wings or drumsticks in the oven ooooooogh!! ✅

homemade coleslaw to go with ^??

okonomiyaki omg

di san xian but what if i roasted the eggplant and bell pepper and potato FIRST would that not be the shit???? it would not lol ✅

dittalini sage pumpkin and chickpea stew!!

chili and cornbread with roasted carrots

pan fried ginger pork belly ✅

tunamayo or ham and cheese onigrazu

swedish meatballs with roasted carrots

spicy garlic tofu ✅

eric kim's salmon bowl ✅

white fish chowder but use heavy cream and sub extra 1T butter for bacon ✅

crispy roast potatoes

fried tofu with dipping sauce (thai)

satay chicken pork and tofu and eggplant

alu chaat (need sev, good blender) or aloo tikki chaat with tamarind and cilantro- mint chutney ✅

ground beef kebab rolls ✅

chicken biryani and raita

black pepper tofu instead of beef!! ✅

indian egg curry!! and raita!!! (just do another kind of raita lol)

nice foccacia or something dipped in olive oil and balsamic, maybe with some kind of pasta ✅

rabbeokki

handmade wontons

calamari

jalapeno poppers

chicken korma!!!

malai kofta

baingan bharta

indian potato and spinach

a meal that is ALL frozen apps. i am thinking: tiny meatballs, more bacon wrapped dates, mushrooms with something, vegetables and dip. i want to GRAZE FOR HOURS!! bruschetta. caprese salad or on a stick! ham and swiss sliders??? honey garlic cauliflower! brussels sprouts and dip!

chicken parm tenders omg

sweet potato tostada

just bread / veg and dips: caramelized onion dip, nori sour cream dip, guac, eggplant and yogurt dip — these all seem really really doable!!!

ricotta spoonable with pasta, tostini, and crackers and veg (see recipe end notes)

tang cu yu: method 1 + method 2

roasted corn tomato risotto (maybe with yurucamp rewatch??) ✅

braised daikon????? ✅

vegetable / bone stock from scratch ✅

no salt udon noodles!!

spicy wontons oh my gOD i could kill for these

corn salsa

beef and potato stew (maybe lebanese?)

BORSCHT

burmese chicken and potato curry!!

handmade meatballs for spaghetti

lamb meatballs also!! maybe could use leftover breadcrumbs from loso bread

big pot of miso soup with rice noodles, enoki, napa cabbage, firm tofu, tomato!! i just want to make actual miso soup like imamu room instead of always instant miso soup from packet. i dream of miso soup with stuff and fresh rice and little a pickle meal!!

soup dumpling

sukiyaki / tomato sukiyaki from yuru camp

baingan bharta (requires gas stove or charcoal grill for best flavor tho)

easy spicy tteokbokki ✅

korean braised potato

hasselback baked potato ✅

one-pot japanese-style hot pot: fish, enoki mushroom, napa cabbage, tofu, vermicelli. with sesame paste and chili crisp based dipping sauce!!!!!!! (all in one pot, lid, cook, eat. not rounds.) ✅

korean green onion pancake with dipping sauce

faster bai qie ji ✅

yaki onigri!!

queso for one (??) to eat with nachos (sour cream/lime crema, diced or small chopped fajitas, beans maybe, diced tomato, guac, hatch salsa if its still good)

tempura via imamu room husbento week 27 — i can also do green bean and shimeji mushroom! or carrot, kabocha, sweet potato, tofu, yummy! broccoli if that’s what i have, too. maybe it all needs to parboil first? honestly idk but how hard can it be? ✅

vietnamese spring / summer rolls ✅

fried egg rolls

italian bread soup!!!

watermelon and sprite slushy (watermelon, sprite, blender)

seared salmon don bc then i can stop buying it at stores lol (requires blowtorch)

korean tofu with spicy ketchup

leigh smith’s eggplant pasta

easy:

teriyaki tofu ✅

hashbrowns and scrambled eggs with sliver sauce (once my ketchup order comes in!! ✅

croque madame ✅

salads with hardboiled egg ✅

burger and sweet potato fries ✅

guac and chips ✅

baked potato or loaded sweet potatoes (with sour cream and butter and green onions and garlic powder and maybe a little smoked paprika!!) ✅

squid hotdog spaghetti

soup with dipping bread oh my god ✅

cheezits and dip

blta sandwich. bbq chips. fuck YEAH. ✅

medium:

kimchi fried rice!!! ✅ with pork belly is best!!!

kimchi fried rice with some kind of asian mushroom in it and cheese but actually use gochujang this time! ✅

nachos: refried beans, cheese (ideally queso for one), avocado, chopped tomato, roasted corn, fajitas, sour cream, some kind of sweet salsa, hot sauce, rice ✅

burrito bowls ✅

unagi don and rewatch yuru camp s2e3!!!✅

pickles (red onions and bread and butter pickles!!)

medium hot golden curry with PORK BELLY carrot fresh shiitake. celery. potato. cabbage?? tomato?? i feel like tomato curry would taste good.

ooooh pork katsu again!!

onigrazu. tunamayo, cucumber, lettuce. ham and thin egg. just boiled chopped egg and mayo. spam. unagi!?????

tj lee’s taiwanese cucumber salad

ok in general i just need to learn to make more taiwanese food! argh!!!!

tomato hot pot

shrimp and avocado burgers

beef boruginon

lebanese stuffed pitas ??

SHAKSHUKA but maybe half or 1/3 recipe

out:

blaze pizza pizza ✅

bulk boxes of chips oh my goddd yesss sunchips!

hong shao tofu from DE my beloved + soup bao ✅

more ... indian food. i constantly want. indian food. which means i really need to learn to make. indian food. ✅

chipotle, to my eternal shame. i just want. queso!!! ✅

#dietary developments #monthly meals tag

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businesstechstories · 3 years

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THE STORIES THAT SELL

It’s the first week of this blog! We are here to tell something very interesting.

Every business has stories. Every company tells fabulous stories that could inspire aspiring business owners. Entrepreneurs go through a lot of hardships before they establish their own companies and start-ups.

Here are some stories that would inspire aspirants to become good business owners:

SIOMAI STORY

Between the year 2021, Joshua Ortiz’s friends invited him to accompany them to sell Siomai—a type of traditional Chinese dumpling, originating from Hohhot. In Cantonese cuisine, it is usually served as a dim sum snack—in the market of Barra, Opol. They also sold gulaman juice in the market.

Their capital was from the allowances and they got from cleaning their churches and savings from their own pockets. They started with a table, steamer, and a couple of chairs while selling Siomai and Gulaman the whole day. The reason they started selling Siomai and Gulaman is that they wanted to save in their COOP. From their own, they worked hard and saved enough money for stall upgrades, supplies and to their COOP insurances.

During their time selling Siomai and Gulaman, they learned to value money and understood making good decisions. They learned to save money for their future.

By Joshua Angelo P Ortiz, 9-24-21

MAC DAILY GOODS.

“Kiya pag poon akn na sa una o maka uma ako sa pagadian city madakl a mga padagang roo na miyangopd ako ron mambo”.

According to my father, he started a business when he went Pagadian City and saw a lot of vendors in the market who sale some daily goods that’s why he gives a hint for him to pursue this kind of career.

“Igira na pakaito so capital na di ta paka panimbol ago igira pn na mayto so di ma pasa ka mingaw labaw ron imanto a Covid”.

The challenges that my father faced in doing his business is sometime he can’t get money for his capital due to a lot of uses and there are some instances that the profit of his product is too low especially this pandemic because there are few people who will go in the market.

For me make some management when using NET sale a product that is trend and relevant today and use other platform like online selling to gain more customers and to expand the profit.

By Walid Macabanding, 9-24-21

EMACITY PH

Christian Alpas, the owner of the Emacity PH, started a thrift shirt streetwear business. He has a Facebook page called Emacity PH. He started his business last on June 14, 2020, it was his dream to have a business, and it came that thrift business hype up amidst of pandemic. He took the advantage because thrifting is his passion. The struggles he experienced are:

- Difficult to start

- First post of the collection no buyers

- Don’t have any customers/followers on his page

But because of his determination and perseverance, he manages to overcome these challenges in his small business. Hard work never betrays. Knowing these stories makes us feel inspired. Why? Because they:

1. Made his uniqueness in opening a business.

2. Strive so hard to go through challenges.

3. Risked, even tho there’s no guarantee.

4. Believe in yourself.

Having these kinds of characters makes him stronger to beat struggles.

It doesn’t matter how big or small scale your business is; as long as you’re happy in what you are doing and you do not trample on anyone,

PAYAMAN!

By Niño Gella, 9-24-21

These stories tell the characteristics that are found in a good business owner. May these people inspire people to continue to work hard and be determined in their start-ups.

A big business starts small

Richard Branson

#stories #business #inspire #motivation

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latetaektalk · 3 years

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tag games

tagging : @cosmoguk @jtrbluv @yeojaa @opaljm @sleepyjhs @gyukult @jentwt @cafemiya @masterninjacow @gamerkooks and everyone else that has tagged me

tag game one : fic writers ask game

tagged by : @luvdsc thanks cat! this is super fun ✨

Which new trope would you like to try writing?

ex-friends-to-lovers!! in general i love any ex type of tropes!! a heist! au would be fun too

Which trope do you want to write again?

exes! like, i genuinely love that trope so much and feel like theres not enough out there!

Which draft are you most excited to post?

i dont write multiple stories at the same time, so the newest chapter of love to hate you

Is there any new genre you want to explore?

hm i guess fluff? i kinda write angst by default because i think fluff is kinda... boring and not dramatic enough, so i guess i wanna try out fluff!

Do you have a favorite line in any of your drafts up to now?

“Can’t you at least pretend like you think I’m funny?”

“Yeah, that costs extra.”

“And you scolded Jisoo for exploiting me,” Jungkook bit back.

“Well, you said you’re all mine to exploit, didn’t you?” you hummed, scrunching your nose. “You are my boyfriend after all, right?”

Jungkook stared at you, blinked three times before tilted his head to the side and tongued his cheek, defeat.

“Touché.”

Have you decided on any creative goals for 2021?

not really! i just try to write, have fun and improve honestly!

Describe your journey on this blog last year in three words! And three more words for what you hope for 2021!

2020: growth, friendships, fun

2021: growth, friendships, fun (dont really wanna change anything! im having fun!)

tag game two : 10 songs, 10 people

rules : you can tell a lot about a person from the type of music they listen to. put your favorite playlist on shuffle and list the first ten songs. then tag ten people. no skipping!

playlist chosen : love to hate you

kiss me - sixpence none the richer

anything you want - jawny

can i call you tonight? - dayglow

heartbreak in a box - juice

daydreaming - marc wavy

lover boy - phum viphurit

let’s fall in love for tonight - finneas

dontmakemefallinlove - cuco

strangers in a dream - phum viphurit

afterglow - taylor swift

tag game three : interview

rules : answer questions and tag 20 blogs you are contractually obligated to know better!

tagged by : @lcksndkys thank you so much! these are a ton of fun ✨

name/nickname : linh

pronouns : she/her

star sign : scorpio

height : around 170 cm or 5′7

time currently : 10:30 pm

when is your birthday : nov 9th

favorite band/groups : exo, red velvet, bts, nct, superm, blackpink, twice

favorite solo artist : taylor swift, olivia rodrigo, harry styles, finneas

song stuck in your head : gone by rose

last movie you watched : get smart, i think

last show you binged : taskmaster

when you created your (main) blog : like april 2019 maybe?

last thing you googled : how many seconds in a year

other blogs : this and my recs blog

why i chose my url : like late night talk, so i turned the night into taek because of taehyung, baekhyun and taeyong afdfsa

how many people are you following : 305

how many followers do you have : around 1.7k

average hours of sleep : uh not much? idk online class is kinda killing my sleep schedule

lucky number : 7

instruments : piano

dream job : dont know, but something that i enjoy and make good money at?

dream trip : vietnam, china, south korea, japan, england, france, netherlands

favorite food : potatoes, salmon, dim sum

nationality : chinese

favorite song : cruel summer by taylor swift,, its literally my most played song of 2020

top three fictional universes you’d like to live in : marvel, atla, we bare bears

tag game four : this or that

indoor plants or gardens // cloud-watching or star-gazing // water or fire // paperback or hardcover // running or hiking // sleeping with socks or without socks // fruit or vegetables // hanging plants or succulents // dark wood or light wood // handwritten or typed // instagram or pinterest // braids or pigtails // dc or marvel // books or movies // oceans or meadows // forests or fields // sweet or salty // ice cream or chocolate // hoodies or sweaters // long hair or short hair // piercings or tattoos // summer or winter // boots or sneakers // cars or motorcycles // curls or straight hair // castles or cottages // sunny days or storms // reptiles or birds // disney or nickelodeon // strawberries or watermelon // essays or posters // phones or laptops // glass or stone // dark or light // photos or paintings // circuses or theatres // reading or writing // dogs or cats // poetry or novels // monsters or ghosts // thrift shops or libraries // fiction or non-fiction

tag game five : ten biases tag

rules : write down your top 10 biases and answer the following questions

seulgi

baekhyun

taehyung

joohyun

jungkook

jennie

chaeyoung

nayeon

mark

jongin

1. between 1 and 4 who would you rather kiss?

uhm cant i just kiss both? i could never choose between the two sadfsd

2. between 2 and 7 who would be your best friend?

chaeyoung because she speaks english but also because i feel like she and i would hit it off better

3. between 5 and 10 who has the better voice?

love jongin and his voice, but yeah jungkook

4. between 1 and 8 who is the funniest?

ohh thats hard, but i think its nayeon adsfas

5. between 6 and 9 who would you date?

jennie. if i have the chance to date kim fucking jennie, im dating kim fucking jennie. bye mark im not even sorry

6. between 9 and 10, who would you do a collaboration with?

mark! i feel like working with him would be so funny because he just talks and talks and talks asdfdas

7. between 4 and 8 who is the best dancer?

joohyun!

8. between 3 and 5 who would you most likely marry?

uhm uhm uhm- i think im gonna go with taehyung? mainly because of yeontan asdadsf

9. between 1 and 7 who would you nurse when they are sick?

seulgi no fucking question asdfsd like sorry, bestie chaeyoung, but seulgi just owns my heart :((

10. between 2 and 3 who has the better smile?

i dont think this is fair at all?? because both have such gorgeous smiles?? im not choosing asdfs

11. between 6 and 8 who would you vacation with?

jennie! feel llike she would pay for everything and kinda spoil me,, also feel like she would want to do the craziest shit

#linh.tagged

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charlottemadison42 · 4 years

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Timepiece

A new short story on AO3, 2.3k words, rated G, dedicated to the very dear @musegnome!

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Crowley got a new watch at least once a year.

He liked them sharp and cutting-edge, bespoke and exclusive and expensive. By the time anyone else heard of the craftsman or the brand, he was ready to cast it off and find something better. From the first decorative clunkers of the early 1500's to the quartz revolution, he was always up to speed on the best of the best. Connoisseurs in Geneva and Tokyo and Dubai kept a lookout on his behalf these days. When they called, doubtless raving about a new mechanism or a new maker, he always picked up.

He didn't think about why he liked watches. If anyone had ever asked Crowley (nobody did) he'd have shrugged. His corvid instinct to collect shiny status markers was reason enough.

(And if every skip of the second hand offered proof of his progress away from the fourteenth century -- one step farther from Golgotha, farther from the flood, farther from the Fall -- that thought was seldom admitted entry to the fortress of his mind. Crowley looked forward, not back.)

Aziraphale had owned a total of four watches in his life thus far.

He liked the kind of timepiece that required winding by hand, with a little key, although he often forgot to. Luckily when he needed to know the exact time, his watch obliged him anyway.

It was conceivable that Aziraphale enjoyed the sensation of suddenly remembering, "Oh! I forgot to wind my pocketwatch!" because he delighted in having some small duty to do, a simple task at which he could not fail, a way he could help the world tick along.

For -- what was a mechanical pocketwatch, if not an elegant dynamic sculpture of the universe as humans experienced it? Aziraphale waxed philosophical about such things in the comfort of his favorite reading chair, while he smoothed the shiny etched surface with his thumb til he knew every groove. He meditated often and fondly about his watch as a Metaphor for Things.

(But the angel never asked where it might be leading him. Aziraphale looked over his shoulder at history with a loving melancholy sigh, watchfully guarding over the sum of human experience. But he did not look ahead. He hated endings.)

+++

Warlock Dowling went through an especially rambunctious phase at age six. He was old enough that his parents' neglect was starting to emerge from the background of his young reality into a Phenomenon that he Noticed. And the more Warlock Noticed it, the more he Did Not Like it, and he took it out on everyone within reach.

Nanny Ashtoreth's attempts to dress him resulted in arching and kicking and flailing fists. Brother Francis's nature walks ended with tantrums in the dirt. Warlock began to enjoy ruining things when he learned that he could: tearing up his own drawings, ripping leaves off the tulips and ferns, pouring grape juice on white linens, breaking toys. It made him feel powerful.

"Hell could learn a thing or two from this one," Crowley muttered.

"I expect they're going to, since he'll be running the show if we fail to do something about this," Aziraphale snapped in reply.

Neither angel nor demon had been prepared for the inexhaustible physical frenzy of an outraged six-year-old Antichrist.

But when Warlock finally smashed Aziraphale's pocketwatch on a paving stone in a fit of rage, the poor child broke through something else, too.

Warlock stared at the pieces of glass and the crushed face on the ground, at the minute hand all bent out of shape. He looked up at Brother Francis. He looked at Nanny, running across the lawn toward them.

And he started bawling. ...

[Click through to read more or finish on AO3]

Warlock knew that watch was special. He knew it was very old and delicate. In fact, the watch was the reason he'd learned the definitions of "fragile" and "breakable" and "irreplaceable." Once he had command of those words, he'd been allowed to hold it while seated on Brother Francis's lap. He'd even learned how to wind it, awestruck by the action and the shine. He always included the watch when he drew pictures of Brother Francis, attached by a chain of lumpy circles to the pocket of his baggy trousers.

Now the fragile breakable irreplaceable thing lay in pieces on the garden path.

Aziraphale was terrible at hiding his feelings. He was shocked and saddened, and it showed all over his face, though he did his best to suppress it. Every time Warlock looked up at him, the child cried harder.

Aziraphale was rapidly realizing that if he miracled his watch back together, even discreetly, Warlock was old enough that he would notice its reappearance. Warlock noticed everything. So the watch would have to stay at home, unworn, for several years at least -- perhaps until the end of the world. It had survived the Blitz, the trenches, the Seven Years' War, the Crimean War, and a number of unfortunate dining mishaps (though it was perhaps helped along by a few frivolous miracles). Aziraphale had not gone without it since he purchased it from the watchmaker himself back in 1689, in a dim workshop on the outskirts of Zürich. The angel felt some epoch ending. Endings made him sad. Especially these days, when they reminded him of The End.

But Crowley was there; of course Crowley was there. She scooped Warlock up in her arms even though he was getting big for that. She held him tight as he sobbed.

"Here's a how-de-do," she groaned, assessing the situation.

Aziraphale had been crouched over the ruined watch for so long now that his knees were stiff. He stood up and sighed heavily. "I suppose it's...it's only a watch," he said, dispirited. "I shouldn't grow so attached to worldly goods. ...And it's an opportunity to teach compassion, model forgiveness, and discuss respect for others' things, as well." He was letting the accent slip in his sadness, but Warlock was as far from paying attention as he could be.

"He's six! He can't track all that!" huffed Crowley.

"Well he's certainly tracking the bit about crushing the world under his heel!"

"Nnnnnrrrrrrgh," Crowley snarled in frustration. She was caught between her mandate to teach Warlock to be fantastically evil and her fear that succeeding would bring about the end of the world.

In the end, though, Warlock surprised them both by doing something entirely human, entirely his own. He cried himself out for several minutes on the lawn, and once he could speak again, he asked Aziraphale:

"Brother Francis, why did I do that?"

Then he looked to his Nanny, silently repeating the question to her with his bleary eyes.

Crowley and Aziraphale looked at one another, blinking.

"Um," said Crowley.

"...Why d'you think ye did, me lad?" asked Aziraphale, retreating from his hurt feelings into his ridiculous bucktoothed persona.

Warlock sniffed. "I don't know. I din't think it would feel like that." He squatted and poked the exposed paper of the clock face.

Crowley knelt down next to him. "Can you put it back together?" she asked.

"No."

"So what do you think you should do now?"

"Nnnno!"

"That's not even...nngh." Crowley looked helplessly to the angel. But they were both at a loss.

"Can we go inside?" Warlock finally pleaded.

And so they did. As Nanny and Warlock walked away, Crowley restored the pocketwatch with a snap of her fingers without even looking back. It was good as new once again.

But Aziraphale knew that its time had come. He picked it up, enjoying the way it fit just so in his palm -- the comfort of a handful of crystallized time -- and then he clicked it shut and sent it back home to the bookshop, where it would have to stay for now.

That evening, just before supper, Warlock showed up on the porch of the greenhouse with Nanny in tow. His little face was wrinkled up in concern and contrition and other Very Grown-Up Feelings as he presented Brother Francis with a card. It featured a colored pencil drawing of all three of them holding hands, and yellow triangles on the ground to represent the afternoon's event. The unsteady lettering inside read "soRRY for yuor wAtch From wARLock."

"I made you this," said Warlock, and he handed over the most awkward little handcrafted project. It was roughly disc-shaped, and it featured play-doh, pipe cleaners, and glitter glue. The face was sharpied directly onto the half-dried crumbling clay, and the chain was made of taped rings of construction paper.

It plucked every heartstring the angel had. He melted on the spot.

Crowley rolled her eyes as Aziraphale poured out fond words of thanks for his new watch and forgiveness for the old one, embracing Warlock between tearful phrases. But Crowley also had her least cruel smirk on, the one that was very nearly affectionate.

Before they left, Crowley also noted in a low voice that there had been no more trouble with kicking and screaming and tearing up houseplants today. Warlock had been upset twice, but had managed to calm himself down without help both times.

After she took Warlock away, Aziraphale tried to miracle protection over his new handmade treasure so that the play-doh wouldn't crumble and the paper wouldn't crush -- only to find that Crowley had already done so.

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Two nights later, on a crosstown bus bound for Soho, Aziraphale noticed that the lanky redheaded passenger in front of him happened to leave behind a small shopping bag when he disembarked. Aziraphale folded up his newspaper and slipped into the empty seat to take a closer look. Inside was a wooden box wrapped in plain black paper. It was marked "AZ" in black ink that was only detectable by its slightly more reflective shine.

Aziraphale opened it right there, and of course, of course it was a new pocketwatch. From Crowley. Crowley knew watches. And Crowley knew Aziraphale.

It was hard to date this one exactly, but he estimated the 1820's, and English-made; it was thin and modern and elegant, much lighter than the other. It was in excellent condition, although pleasantly worn with time. He spent the rest of the bus ride home admiring it, listening to it, growing familiar with the new face, wondering who it might have belonged to before. When he reached his stop, he slipped it into the waistcoat pocket meant for the purpose, and he felt like a new angel.

Gifts. How strange. A gift from Warlock, and a gift from Crowley. Gifts of time, restored.

Perhaps there was still time enough before the end of the world. Perhaps there might be time, after.

Aziraphale set the new pocketwatch down on his desk back at the bookshop, right next to his old favorite of several hundred years and his handcrafted masterpiece from Warlock. He had never thought to own more than one pocketwatch at a time. Now he had three.

He picked up the telephone to call the responsible party and offer sincerest thanks, but after some dithering, he decided not to. Crowley hated thanks. Crowley could even be endangered by thanks, if the two of them weren't careful.

Perhaps, instead, Brother Francis could show the new timepiece to Warlock and Nanny in the morning. He could explain how precious this watch was, since it was a gift from a friend. He could say that breaking something irreplaceable was sad, but it was not the end, not as long as the world spun on. He could talk about the way new things follow old ones -- and though the new things might be different, they could be lovely too. New things were worth holding out hope for, and worth learning to treasure, given time.

And after explaining all of that to Warlock, he could give Crowley a wink.

Which would communicate his thanks for the gift far better than any phone call.

+++

Over the next few years, Crowley found himself browsing for new wristwatches more and more often in his spare time. He bought them at a faster clip, too -- three in the year Warlock turned seven, six the year after that. Each was sturdier than the last, made to withstand impacts and temperatures and pressure that no watch was likely to encounter in the wild. But Crowley could feel the world running down, he could see the future he looked forward to contracting into nothing, and he burned with protective instincts as everything in him rebelled.

Meanwhile, Aziraphale spent more and more time with his books, especially history and memoirs. As he looked back over the story of humanity that he loved, the story he'd spent so much time recording and remembering, he felt it all spinning up to something awful indeed: The End. When Warlock turned nine, Aziraphale turned to his books of prophecy, feeling no small amount of distress. Looking ahead was painful for him, especially now. The future was unsafe, it was wild, it was ineffable, and unfortunately it looked to be very very short. Aziraphale did not forget to wind his pocketwatch anymore. It was a tool now more than a treasure, as The End drew near. It seemed important to remember what time it was, these days.

+++

As it happened, Aziraphale almost didn't notice when his fourth watch joined the collection.

In his defense, it was rather a busy day.

And since the new pocketwatch was identical to the one that Crowley had given him, down to the last molecule, it was unsurprising that making the connection took the angel a little time.

But some weeks after the End of All Things didn’t quite, Aziraphale realized that the watch in his waistcoat pocket was a gift as well. And this time it wasn't from Crowley.

When the thought occurred to him, sitting in his favorite chair in his restored bookshop, Aziraphale gasped faintly and set aside his well-worn copy of Now We Are Six. He had been revisiting children's literature lately for some reason. The Just William books had set him on a roll.

"Crowley, dear," he said.

"Nnnnghm?" Crowley hummed from the couch, where he sprawled limbless and relaxed as a squashed spider might if it were sort of into being squashed.

"We really ought to go and visit Tadfield sometime soon, don't you think?"

"Ngk."

"I have a great deal to thank Adam for, after all. And we should check in on everyone."

"Mmf."

Aziraphale palmed the fourth watch he had ever owned and ran his thumb over the back. "Do you think a wristwatch would be an appropriate belated birthday gift for someone Adam's age?" he asked absently.

Crowley windmilled himself up off the couch and sauntered over to give Aziraphale a peck on the cheek. "Hell if I know. Prob'ly. Maybe. More tea?"

"Yes, it's about that time, isn't it? Thank you, darling. Ever so."

#good omens #promptposal #aziraphale and crowley #aziraphale #crowley #fanfic #ao3 #crowley's ridiculous deep sea diving watch was one of many #warlock #nanny ashtoreth #brother francis #good omens anniversary

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issa-me-addy · 4 years

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Beachside (Bf!Bucky x Reader Smut)

A/N: I’m working on a big ol slowburn/fluff series so I thought it only appropriate to write my first smut for this blog (and also my first smut... in years) to even things out I am thoroughly sorry to my innocent baby followers/non-mcu followers

Also this is dedicated to my baby juliette <3 she hyped me the fuck up when i gave her a sneak peak of Better Than Words so she deserves sum smutty smut smut

ps. heres my masterlist~

Word Count: 2078

Warnings: smut? duh, metal arm kink, mild dom!bucky/brat reader, fingering, oral (female receiving), small hickeys, overstimulation & unprotected sex (this is fictional friends. wrap it or else you cannot tap it do you hear me) cos thats what i'm into leave me alone also this has like no real plot its just smut... ENJOY!

You, Bucky and several other Avengers were in California for a Stark Tech show in LA, some security system Tony was working on. You and Bucky decided to leave a few days early to spend some time alone together. Everyone gave you space at the tower, but there was something special about being completely and utterly alone.

The night before the event, the two of you took the rental car and drove up and down the coast for a few hours, still cruising even after the sun had set. The windows were rolled down and the music was a little too loud. He always let you pick the music and told you which he really liked to build a mutual playlist that you both enjoyed.

You sat in the passenger seat, your left leg tucked underneath you and his flesh hand softly moving up and down the inside of your thigh.

You couldn’t help but look at him, admiring his profile, his scruff that he let grow out, knowing you’d have to enjoy it now before he shaved it off for tomorrow’s event. You took his hand and laced his fingers with yours as you bit the inside of your cheek and allowed your head to fall against the headrest.��

“Sweetheart, why are you staring at me?” He asked, lowering the music, his face still square with the highway in front of him. His jaw shifted as he smiled. “I can feel you looking at me.”

“Shhh,” You’d hum. “Just let me look at you. Why can’t I look at you?”

He squeezed your hand before bringing it up to his lips, pressing a small kiss to your knuckles. “You’re being creepy, baby.”

“I disagree.” You giggle in response, watching as he readjusted his grip on the steering wheel, the metal plates on his left arm shifting.

You brought his flesh hand up to your mouth and kissed his knuckles back, but you didn’t stop there. You continued to stare at the side of his face as you pressed open mouth kisses to his knuckles, his thumb, and soon took his thumb into your mouth.

“Doll, don’t make me pull over.”

You couldn’t help but grin at this threat that sounded more like a good time. “Oh no, don’t do that!” You said in a tone slick with sarcasm. “I totally don’t want to fuck you to the sound of the ocean waves.”

He finally turned his head, locking eyes with you, the absolute love of his life, before smiling. “Oh doll, I’m going to make you regret using that tone with me.”

You drove until there was a parking ledge and stopped the car on the side of a cliff where you could see the reflection of the moon on the ocean outside of your window.

The two of you folded the seats down and crawled into the backseat of the SUV and immediately kicked off your shoes.

Bucky didn’t waste any time in laying you down on your back, the moonroof right above your head, giving you a clear view of the star speckled sky.

He placed himself in between your legs and tangled his hand into your hair as he brought his lips to yours.

“Baby doll, you are going to be the fucking death of me.” Bucky muttered onto your lips as his hips dipped circles against your own, his hard on already prominent against the inside of your thigh.

His lips continued to speckle kisses on your own, then around your jaw and back to your lips over and over again, in time with the circles that his hips drew into your own.

Eventually he would kiss down your jaw and suck small dark mark on the side of your neck. You knew that you’d have a hell of a time covering it for the event tomorrow but you thoroughly did not give a fuck right that moment.

All the while, his hands have managed to roam underneath the hoodie you’d stolen from him and also refused to wear a bra under. As his tongue gently ran over the new hickey on your neck, his flesh hand pinched and flicked on your left nipple.

It only took you a moment to realize he wanted the hoodie off. Bucky leaned back, his knees resting between your legs and his metal hand pressed up against the roof of the car as he waited for you to strip the jacket off. Within seconds your chest was bare and you took this time with Bucky upright to tug on his shirt for him to take it off and to begin unbuckling his belt.

He came back down before you could finish unzipping his jeans. His lips found yours and this time, his tongue fought its way into your mouth, instantly moving against yours, massaging your tongue with his own.

When his mouth left yours, you found yourself panting. Bucky took this time to kiss down your neck once more. Now with your hoodie off, he continued to pepper kisses across the top of your chest before completely taking your left nipple into his mouth, gently flicking the nub with the tip of his tongue, feeling it get hard between his lips. He smiled to himself before sucking roughly and using his flesh hand to slap the outside of your upper thigh.

Strings of profanities left your mouth as your fingers tangled into his hair and his mouth continued to move down your body, leaving wet kisses down your stomach. Once his lips found the waistband of your cotton shorts he leaned back once again and assisted you in taking them, alongside your underwear off. It was then that you looked up to see that the moonroof had already fogged up from the heat inside the car and you grinned to yourself.

“No fair,” You muttered, as he threw the fabric against the windshield once more. “Take yours off,” You requested, pulling him close by the loops on his jeans and pulling the zipper down.

It took him a moment but soon he was left in nothing but his socks and his tight black briefs that showed a prominent outline of his hard on, even in the dim moon light. In a matter of seconds, he was settled between your legs again.

He spread your legs open and kissed the insides of your thighs, sucking softly, almost threatening to leave more dark purple marks in this new location.

Without warning he licked a broad stripe from the bottom of your labia to your clit.

Your breath hitched and your fingers immediately reached down to tug on his hair. “More Buck. I need more.”

He continued with several broad stripes before he wrapped his lips around your clit, slowly flicking the now hard nub with his tongue.

He would alternate sucking on your clit and licking messy shapes against your skin. “Oh God, my girl tastes so good.” He muttered almost inaudibly against your pussy, the warm air making you wiggle underneath him.

“Stay still for me, doll.” He commanded, prominently this time as his flesh hand pressed your knee down, opening your thighs up and shifting his weight onto his right side.

The cool metal of his left hand came in contact with your inner thigh and the sound of your gasp filled the air. “Please. Please touch me, Buck.”

He grinned, and popped his index finger in his mouth, slicking it with spit before slowly pressing it into your opening. He slowly rocked the silver finger in and out of you before bringing it out once more to lube his middle finger with spit and press the two into you.

You both felt the way his thick fingers stretched the walls of your pussy open. You struggled to keep your hips still, as his fingers slowly moved against your skin and his stubble scratched the inner most of your thighs. . You found yourself biting on your knuckle to keep quiet.

“I want to hear you, baby. Let me know how good I’m making you feel.” He said before bringing his lips back to your clit. It was as if he carefully calculated it, the way he alternated pressing his fingers as far into you as he could, with the lightest nibbling of your clit between his teeth.

Before long you were a moaning mess and couldn’t help but wiggling underneath him. “Fucking hell, James. Don’t stop. Shit! I love your tongue, Buck. So much.”

He grinned to himself, your words fueling him as he continued to eat you out. It was only a matter of minutes before you were squirming underneath him. “Hun, you have to keep still for me.”

You tried your best to not wiggle, but before long you felt yourself clench his fingers harder, ultimately cumming onto his metal hand and into his mouth. But he wouldn’t stop.

He continued to lap up the juices spilling out of you as the profanities you yelled filled the car. He let his fingers slip out of you in one swift movement, bringing them up to your mouth as he continued to lap up your cum, overstimulating your sensitive cunt until you forced your legs together and he had no choice but to stop.

The bottom half of his face was coated in your cum, and you admired the sight of him, grinning ear to ear and licking his lips as you sucked your own cum off of his metal fingers.

You brought your hands up and hooked them around the back of his neck, opening your legs once more and pulling him down on top of you.

“You did so good, princess.” He’d hum before pressing a soft kiss onto your lips. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

You’d giggle in response, pressing your hand between your bodies and palming his dick through the thin black fabric of his Calvin Kleins.

He would whisper symphonies of curses in your ear as you licked broad stripes up his neck, ending them with open mouthed kisses on his stubble lined jaw, your hands slipping inside of his underwear and stroking the middle of his shaft.

You were both growing impatient as you used your feet to pull his briefs down around his ankles and rubbed his tip against your clit as soon as it sprung free.

“Fucking hell, doll. Still so wet for me, are you?” He pushed the last bit of fabric down until it hung on one of his ankles and sat once more on his knees, his own hand now stroking the base of his cock, slapping it against you and admiring how you looked, splayed out in front of him.

“Always.”

And without wasting another moment he’d place his metal hand flat right by your face and guide his tip into your cunt. In one smooth flick of his hips, he filled you to the brim.

This time you didn’t bother trying to keep quiet as your screams filled the car. He chuckled at how your face contorted as you adjusted to the feeling of him inside you. Leaning back onto his knees, his hands grabbed your hips and began to lead himself in and out of you, setting a terribly slow pace.

“I fucking hate you, Barnes,” You’d groan, pissed at him for going so agonizingly slow.

“All you had to say was, please, darling.” He’d smirk before tripling his pace with no sense of build up.

Soon you were grasping at nothing, your mouth continuously open, filling the four door with more than the sound of his skin slapping against yours.

It wasn’t long before he started to fall into you, his hips moving sloppily as he reached his peak.

You’d pull him back down, tugging on his hair and grazing ear with your teeth. “Cum for me, Buck.”

All it took was the sound of your voice, yearning for him. Then suddenly, he was like putty, encasing you with his body, squeezing your face with his hands and messily pressing his lips against yours as his cum pumped into you.

As your lips parted, he brushed your hair out of your face, using the thin layer of to slick back your baby hairs. “I love you, doll.”

You’d return the favor, tucking pieces of jet black hair behind his ears and running your thumb against his bottom lip ever so gently. “I love you too, James. Always have.”

“Always will.”

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nisaadventures · 4 years

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I’m turning 30 in 10 days... yikes.

The last year of my life has sucked... lol. Okay, it wasn’t all bad. I’m exaggerating... but I’m also not. I know there were plenty of nice moments in the last year... but when I think about the last year of my life, its just full of so many firsts... awful firsts...

First time celebrating their birthdays without them...

First holiday season without them... anyone else miss mom’s turkey? Most people don’t like traditional thanksgiving dinner because the turkey is more often dry... mom’s was never dry... Okay the key people.. Don’t actually cook your stuffing in the turkey. Its just going to suck all the juice life out of your bird... I mean come on. Trick #1 stuff the turkey with fresh cut oranges and yes, you can leave the skin on... #2 do majority of the oven time in an oven bag to keep the moisture in. #3 cook breasts down. Its the part thats usually most dry, so duh... keep it in the juicy, buttery goodness of the pan. I never made the entire meal, I usually just helped mom with everything. These are just some things I’ve taken away in my observations.

Halloween trip to Disneyland without them... Disney is always a good time, but I’d be lying if I said my heart didn’t feel heavy in some way... and that is saying something because Disneyland is my happy place lol.

Looking forward to 2020... Hoping that it had so much better in store for us.

Dear lord... what a joke.

Going to Hawaii for our “family trip” without them...

A pandemic without them... I mean yes, I’m thankful they aren’t out there with COVID on the rise... I’m glad they’re not stuck at home because COVID. Mom and Michael are both too much of busy bees to be cooped up in the house for too long.

Not going to lie... picking up where they left has been hard. All of moms plants... The dogs.. Taking care of the backyard, where Michael usually would. Mom would definitely do too much at once. She’d be out in the yard planting something and pulling out something else in her damn UGG boots! wth mom?! Those are expensive! lol. “Oh its fine.. I’ll wash them.” Omg lol. Either that, or she’d be over here trying to move heavy a$$ pots by herself and I’d have to stop her before she hurt her back. Ayiyi.

Keanu and Aria’s birthdays without them... seeing my babies sad and missing their grandma, grandpa, and aunties has been hard. It will be out of nowhere sometimes... and all the nights of Aria waking up in the middle of the night crying. I feel you baby girl... I get it. I miss them too... Its okay to be sad... Mantras...

You were her little rays of sunshine. Grandpa and grandma loved you SOOOO much.

Mom would babysit the kids on Saturday mornings, while Kuya, Vaness, and I went to workout. They’d go get breakfast, pancakes and eggs, at UJs. She’d take them to Target, the dollar store, Walmart, etc. just so they could look and maybe get something to play with together. She always crafted with them.

Living in this house... especially with COVID... has been hard. I miss just sitting at the dinner table, eating sho mi, and talking about work. Mom and Michael getting all worked up over some crazy manager, or something going down with the union.. yup, that’s where I get it from... advocacy and leadership skills FTW. One thing they could always talk about for HOURS was work lol.

I remember when I was a little girl, Mom would let me play in the bathtub until I was all wrinkled. She would let me bring all my toys into the tub. At one point I even had a care bear doll that she, for some reason, let me take in the bath lol. She’d throw it in the dryer for me after I was done.

I remember going to the grocery store with mom and leaving with two full a$$ grocery carts because we had a full house at all times. I mean it was Kuya, my cousin Jojo, my brother Derric, my cousin John, Bubba, my cousin Jay, me and whoever else was over the house lol. When Kuya was in high school, it was all of his buddies partying at our house and crashing on the floor in the living room, dining room, and all the couches. She was the #1 host for sure.

“Are you hungry? Did you eat yet?”

Thats love.

All of Kuya’s high school friends called her Mom. My friends called her Mama Fern. She loved that.

I remember playing hide n go seek in the dark in our tiny town house.. Later in the bigger house on Glenbriar... where mom actually tripped and broke her arm... But she laughed so hard she peed her pants, so she was a good sport? lol. Needless to say, we sort of stopped playing after that.

I remember making dim sum with mom for the first time. Such a hot mess, flour and food everywhere, but so fun. We definitely didn’t do that again until there were more adults around to help lol. Mom knew how to run through a kitchen like a tornado. Hot mess! but the best cook.

Mom was always careful. She always wanted to make sure we were safe, that I was safe. I couldn’t go outside unless one of the boys was with me. When I would swim she would get nervous, even though I learned how to swim at a young age thanks to Kuya. One day, we were having a bbq, lots of family over, I was playing in the jacuzzi (drawing on the wall of the jacuzzi with a piece of chlorine... don’t play with chemicals kids lol) and she thought I was drowning? So she jumps her a$$ in there fully clothed and yanks my a$$ out. I was shocked as hell, so I naturally started crying hella hard and complaining about the fact that she scratched me when she yanked me up out of the water lol.

Keep in mind that that was not the first time one of the twins jumped into the pool fully clothed to “save” someone hahaha.

Speaking of fully clothed in the pool... The time auntie tripped and fell slo-mo style (that questionable, are you going to catch your balance, speed) into the pool LOL. Mom was dead laughing at her. Most hilarious video.

Those twins lol.

Jeeze.. speaking of the twins. They had this crazy connection. Tell me why when mom got sick with suspected viral meningitis and had to be hospitalized... Auntie straight up followed her right into the ICU with viral meningitis...

Who remembers their 50th birthday? Talk about doing it BIG. So much fun. All the performances. Lani was there... KMA performances and kuya and John getting down for Maglalatik. Who doesn’t like seeing some half naked, buff dudes, bang coconuts together? haha. The twins getting down with their hula performance. Cute!

I remember when Mom and pops were going through their divorce and she would text me after midnight. I was going to Sac State and of course I was team NO sleep at the time. I would be in the AIRC studying. I’d comfort as best as I could from a distance... and then come home on weekends to be there with her when I could.

She found her footing again. Started going to the gym with Kuya more... Started running all the time... all of her half marathons and finally she did the Nike Women’s Marathon.

Hiking Half Dome with her. What.a.badass.

That is really how I see her. She was so badass. When she was my age she had my 9 year old Kuya and I was on the way... She was working and supporting us and then eventually decided to make a better life for us, and went back to school... NURSING SCHOOL. wth. I can’t even imagine doing that right now, but reminding myself of where she has been and how much she PUT IN WORK... That keeps me grounded in the fact that we are responsible for our lives. If you want something, you have to work for it. You can’t just hope for better... you make better happen.

I guess its that reminder... her strength... her and Michael’s love and hard work... That keeps me going.

Being mindful... being thankful... acknowledging my own strength...

But with that said... August has been increasingly hard. I don’t like to think about my birthday. I don’t even want to plan anything. They’re not here... I can’t celebrate with all my loved ones and friends. Thank you COVID...

We’re just getting closer and closer to the anniversary? Nah.. lets not call it that... anniversary sounds like something nice... something to celebrate... This is NOT that. The day your loved ones are taken is not something to celebrate... I mean honestly, if I had to pinpoint the worst day of my life, that was it.... When I think about that day I can’t breathe. Terrible memories... so many sleepless nights. I’ve come so far. Its still hard, but I’ve come a long way.

Anyway... this post is sort of random and nostalgic. Things I hold onto. Things that make me happy cry... Things that weigh heavy on my heart.

Here’s my playlist for grief... reminders of them... collected over the last year:

Aloha for now -Kaleo Vai & Passion

One day at a time -Jennifer Chung

In the end - Gabe Bondoc, Melissa Polinar, Passion

Round and around -Kolohe Kai

Fade Away -Rebelution

Alive -The Green

New Day -Kimie’

Angels above me -Stick Figure

Memories -Maroon 5

Wish you pain -Andy Grammer

100 -Katchafire

Everyday life -Coldplay

Out of the darkness -Isla vista worship, Bre Reed

Amen -Andra Day

Grateful -13 Crowns feat. Poo Bear

Rainbow Connection -Gwen Stefani

Be okay -ZOE worship

With you -Eryn Allen Kane

Dont worry -Mesto feat. Aloe Blacc

Just livin’ -Sensi trails, Kbong

Remember me -Miguel, Natalia Lafourcade

Even more -Major

Let it be -Xav A.

Give Thanks -Iya terra, Stick figure

Mr. Sun -Sammy Johnson

Rest easy -Thrive, Nico of Tribal Theory

Sunny Days- Allen Stone

Today’s a new day -Common Kings

Mother’s Love -Jonah Jaxon, Micah G

The bones -Maren Morris, Hozier

Give you blue -Allen Stone

And we remain -Johnnyswim

Yellow -Kina Grannis

Streetcar -Daniel Caesar

Meant to be -Bebe Rexha, Florida georgia line

All you need to know -Gryffin, slander, Calle Lehmann

Like I’m gonna lose you -Jasmine Thompson

#ohanaovereverything #threeoh #grief #memories #family #loss

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meatismurderbutalsodelicious · 4 years

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Easy Delicious Dan Dan Noodles

I love Dan Dan noodles—or Dan Dan Mien if you want to get all fancy and accurate about the name. It’s a Sichuan Chinese staple that comes in several iterations, but it’s basically boiled noodles served with red chili-oil sauce, pork, fermented veggies, scallions and a steamed leafy vegetable of some kind.

There are a lot of recipes out there, and some of the more authentic versions really put the emphasis on the chili oil, but this version is one that I like because it reminds me of the first time I had these noodles. My long time friend, artist and writer Tom. X. Chao took me to a northern Chinese dim sum restaurant in Berkeley, California in 1990 and this really surprised me with how tasty and hearty it was; it’s often just served in a small bowl as an appetizer or part of a larger meal.

Ingredients

Sauce

2 teaspoons soy sauce

1/4 teaspoon salt

1 teaspoon vinegar

1- to 2-tablespoons Chinese sesame paste (authentic, but optional, you can substitute in Tahini)

1 Tablespoon of chunky peanut butter (not authentic, but I think it adds a little sweetness to the heat)

2- to 4-tablespoons Chinese chili oil

1/4 cup thinly sliced scallions

3/4 cups chicken stock or noodle cooking liquid

Noodles

3 tablespoons cooking oil

1/4 pound ground pork

2 teaspoons Shaoxing wine (or cooking sherry or regular sherry)

1 package of zha cai (pickled or fermented mustard plant)

1 teaspoon soy sauce

1/2-pound of fresh Chinese wheat flour noodles

Fresh greens (baby bak choy or choy sum)

OK, now, these three items I’m going to discuss before we get into the preparation are, one, authentic Chinese products, and two, not particularly essential to making this version of the dish. I recommend them for those who like the fully authentic experience or just want to try and experiment. First, Chinese sesame paste.

I’ll be honest, I find this to be both too oily and too chalky. It’s incredibly dense and I’ve yet to find a Chinese brand that made me say, “Wow!” It’s a local Chinese taste. You can easily swap out tahini, or peanut butter if you’re in a pinch.

OK, the next ingredient is zha cai, a pickled or fermented mustard plant. This one came with tree-ear mushrooms. I love this stuff, but if you use it, be sure to rinse with water and dry it once you take it out of the package. It’s packed in an incredibly salty, pickling juice. But it adds a lovely, subtle sweetness to the minced pork.

Finally, get a good, authentic Chinese chili oil; this is the Cantonese style that we enjoy, but if you can get your hands on Sichuan chili oil, that’s perfect. You want it rich, with chili sediment and the oil is bright red.

OK, let’s get busy.

In a small mixing bowl mix your soy sauce, salt, vinegar, sesame paste/tahini—or in my case a combination of the Chinese sesame paste and chunky peanut butter. I prefer the texture of the peanut butter and the slight sweetness it imparts on the sauce.

Now, when you’re adding the chili oil, go as heavy or as light as you want, and make sure you get a lot of the chili sediment; it adds texture and smokiness to the sauce.

Let that rest as you prepare the noodles and pork. Take your ground pork and begin to stir fry it in a pan or wok in a couple of teaspoons of vegetable oil. You want to cook off the fat and water and actually get nice browning. Here is where I add my chopped scallions.

Once the meat has browned some more and the scallions have gone glassy, add the wine or sherry and the soy sauce. Once that has been stirred in and the alcohol cooked off, add your zha cai, the pickled vegetables that have been rinsed and dried.

What I like to do is to blanch my greens in the pot that I’m going to boil my noodles. This way they’re cooked and crisp and ready for plating. Just give them about a minute in a rolling boil then set aside in a strainer over a bowl or a bowl with paper towel in it to absorb the excess water.

Now add your noodles and cook them to your taste. We prefer al dente, but you can go a little longer if you like, Chinese wheat noodles have a stronger texture than Italian spaghettis. While you’re waiting for your noodles, take a ladle and add about a half-cup of the boiling water to your chili/sesame paste. Stir it in and taste to season—some salt, or more chili oil, whichever you feel is needed.

Ladle the sauce into the bottom of your serving bowl. This recipe is good for one meal for two people. A nice lunch, or a hearty dinner if served with a side salad or maybe some stir-fried vegetables.

Now, put your strained, cooked noodles on top on the sauce in the bowl, add your pork and the blanched vegetables.

The fun part of the meal, outside of actually eating it, is grabbing your fork or chopsticks and a soup spoon and mixing the meal together, pulling the sauce from the bottom of the bowl and incorporating the pork and veggies into the noodles. Enjoy!

#dan dan noodles #chinese noodles #coronapocalypse #coronavirus #homecooking #self care

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smokingtomas · 5 years

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Shokugeki no Soma: The Next Gen (PART 2)

Part 1 // (Disclaimer: Pictures are made with Picrew)

Isami Aldini - Mito Ikumi

Sota Enrico Aldini ♂

The one who rebuilt Don RS into an empire when it was a mess after Ikumi graduated. Since Ikumi has been preparing him for this his whole life, Donburi becomes Sota’s specialty.

Experiments with a lot of Southeast Asian flavors into his donburi such as salted egg, kaffir lime, and bird’s eye chili.

Ironically, unlike his twin sister, doesn’t take spicy food too well-- if too much chili is used, would sweat endlessly, tongue would swell, so he once paid Yukihira Jin to be his taste tester and set his heat to a perfect standard.

The first Don RS member ever to make it into Elite Ten. Boy makes history, and both parents proud.

Is a serious guy most of the time and don’t get most of Isami’s dad jokes, but when he starts teasing his twin sister, Sota can’t help but be amused.

Sora Erica Aldini ♀

Isami’s little princess with makeup and cute designer skirts, but could kick assholes in the shin if they try to put a finger on her like Ikumi.

Is Hayama Kana’s best friend, partner-in-crime, ride-or-die.

Started cooking with Italian food, but as she experimented more, she fell in love with Mexican food which became her specialty.

Unlike her twin brother Sota, Sora can take extreme heat. Always add more chili to her Korean spicy noodle, and could last without a drink in between.

Besides cooking, sports also have always been in her interest. Sora joined a local karate club and always practice after school.

Tsukasa Eishi - Kobayashi Rindou

Tsukasa Oda ♂

Loves spending time with Uncle Kuga and thanks to him, he fell in love with the art of dim sum and found that his fingers are keen to craft beautiful dumplings.

Like Eishi, Oda is a true perfectionist. Has a very high standard and treat his cooking like a work of art, but does take a leap of faith every now and then.

Though he only takes risks during practice so if it doesn't pay off, no soul would ever find out his failure.

His dumplings are too pretty to eat because he can create it into any shapes such as flamingo, unicorn, roses, etc. That's why everyone called him 'The Magic Fingers'.

Actually hates French cooking. Oda thinks it's way too strict and stressful. Is also terrified with beasts Rindou brings home to cook.

But he will always be Mama's boy and will always try to impress Rindou with his food.

Marco Aldini, the art lover, is a fan of his work (also thinks Oda is a stud).

Isshiki Satoshi - Kinokuni Nene

Kinokuni Tsuki ♀

Although taking most of Nene’s features, Tsuki has her father’s big-dick, the life of a party kind of energy… times two.

It surprises everyone in the Polar Star Dorm how the girl parties like an animal until 3 am with lots Aunt Ryoko’s regular supply of rice juice, but could get up to garden at 7 am as if she’s been sleeping like a baby.

Dyes her hair every two weeks. Mostly in similar shades, but she needs a lot of dynamic and changes in her life in order to function.

Like Isshiki, Tsuki only cooks with local, homegrown ingredients. From starch to herbs, she would make no exception. She always says this is why she has a lot of energy.

Her favorite ingredient is potato. Tsuki knows all things potato-- their kinds, how they are grown, and 100+ ways to cook it.

Nene’s cold soba noodles > everything else.

Marui Zenji - Yoshino Yuki

Marui Yuriko ♀

Daddy’s little genius. Interested in the science behind baking at first, which became her specialty in a blink. Yuriko bakes bread, cupcakes, cookies, pretty pastries, pies, you name it all. PSD always has the best-smelling dorm because of her.

Has Zenji’s eyesight, but Yuki thinks glasses are outdated, so she convinced Yuriko to put on contact lenses.

She and Tsuki’s girly sleepover routines include dyeing each other’s hair or drawing cute temporary tattoos on each other.

If somebody asks her what would go great with her baked goods, she would always answer, “Tea… Well, figuratively speaking.”

Being an observer that she is, Yuriko knows almost everybody’s business without having to ask. She knows Jin once made out with Sora, or that secret fling between Alicia and Sota.

Actually the first person to realize that Marco is gay and attracted to Jin. She confronted him, but would never be a jerk to out him to the world.

She never actually spill the tea to anyone beside Zenji (definitely won’t tell Yuki since she’d be telling everyone). Because at some point, she knew she had to let it out of her chest, and her father’s response would most likely be, “Whose son is this Sota guy again?”

Ibusaki Shun - Sakaki Ryoko

Ibusaki Baltasar Abel ♂

Since both Ryoko and Shun agreed to raise their son with faith, Abel grew up as a Christian. He won’t call himself a religious person, but at least he goes to church every Sunday and prays mindfully before he eats and sleeps.

Knows how to smoke ingredients as a way to preserve them, but is more obsessed with fermenting food and can make pickles out of everything. Abel also makes his own yeast which Yuriko always uses for her baked goods.

Along with Yuriko and Tsuki, they sell Polar Star Dorm homegrown and homemade products like vegetables, eggs, fresh baguettes, and his signature kimchi online which keeps their dorm nice and well-taken care of. Totsuki members get discounts, obviously.

Tries to keep his crush on Sora Aldini under the radar, but his dorm members think it’s pretty obvious mainly because they found his unsent love letters.

Surprisingly gets along with Kurokiba Athena and bonds over their love for Iron Maiden.

Edited on 03/06/2019: Apparently, @yourmoontothenightsky‘s Yuki and Marui fanchild is also named Marui Michiko, so since I’m late to the party (and frankly had poor researching skill), had to tweak her name and a bit of her look. Thank you for personally messaging me and reminds me so nicely <3

#shokugeki no soma #oc: the next gen #isaiku #maryu #iburyo #isshinene #forgive me if the ships name are wrong lel #sota aldini #sora aldini #tsukasa oda #kinokuni tsuki #ibusaki abel #marui yuriko

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anihan-spills · 5 years

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Girl in the Mirror (Part V)

V. Catherine and Sienna

Catherine and her family sit facing the television as they eat breakfast. The black and white monitor showed a big man in a barong behind a podium. The television voiced, “As of the 21st of the 6th month, I sign Proclamation No. 1081, placing the entire Philippines under Martial Law—”, before the statement was cut off short. She sat glumly before the television was turned off by her father.

“Marcos is getting all the news lately.” Mr. Lamanya said, shaking his head, as he stood from the couch to walk to the dining room.

He was greeted by Mrs. Lamanya, who placed the plate of scrambled eggs on the table. “And soon, there will be no news.”, she says glumly.

“Political drama…” Catherine sighed.

The mother placed three empty plates for her family. Mr. Lamanya was the first to sit and to get a spoonful of scrambled eggs and rice on his plate. Catherine entered the room and grabbed the brown leather jacket on the chair that stood in front of an empty plate. As she left, Mrs. Lamanya stared at her daughter with concern.

“Honey!” Mrs. Lamanya exclaimed, “Don’t sleep on your breakfast!”

“I need to work,” Catherine replied, going back to kiss her parents before bidding goodbye.

Mrs. Lamanya frowned and held Catherine’s shirt. This made Catherine groan. “And where is your so-called work?”

“At Mulat Theatre,” Catherine replied glumly.

“Oh!” Mr. Lamanya chimed in, “That’s where Sienna’s play is!”

“Y-Yes…” Catherine sighed.

“Oh! So no wonder!” Mrs. Lamanya chuckled, “You’re going to interview her! That’s so sweet! No wonder you got the assignment. Both of you have been best friends for such a long time—”

Mrs. Lamanya was cut off by the sound of the loud knocking on the door. The mother frowned as Catherine went to the door. The tension grew as she jittered, turning the doorknob, only to see Titoy. The blockmate waved his hand in enthusiasm.

Catherine, with a walkman in her hand, trots on the street with her friend.

“How are you, man?” Titoy asked his friend to initiate the conversation.

“I’m fine! I’m fine!” Catherine replied back. “We’re off to Mulat today?” “Yeah,” Titoy answered. He turned to face Catherine, looking tense. “You good?”

“I-I’m fine,” Catherine answered, taking a deep breath.

“Oh, okay!” Titoy smiled, “I was hoping I could interview the three main actors while you could interview... Sienna?”

“Sienna?” Catherine chuckled uneasily, “You know her and I kind of hate each other now, right?”

“Yeah, but why?” Titoy shrugged. “Wasn’t she—”

“She’s reckless! And she doesn’t know when to keep her mouth shut!”

“Like you so do?”

Catherine sighed and looked away.

Titoy laughed and punched Catherine on the arm. “Come on! I’m just joking! Anyways, there’s a party later tonight. You wanna go? Y’know maybe meet boys? Men, maybe?”

“I’m not kissing anyone tonight.” she laughed.

The two continued on.

Catherine and Titoy walked into the theatre. They saw the whole cast entangled in a catastrophe — Sienna was angry.

“No! That's not how you do it!” Sienna shouted in rage. “That's not how the scene goes! Look! It says: "Is this a dagger I see before me?", not: "Is this a small sword I bought in they goddamn toy store two weeks ago!" You are him! The treacherous ruler! And if only I could say his name right now, I would! What would the people who are gonna interview us gonna say when they're going to come over here later and they see us like this, huh!?”

“Sienna, we’re here,” Catherine said.

Sienna turned around to see Catherine and Titoy staring blankly at her, obviously appalled by her behavior. Sienna stomped away after saying: “Take five!”

The whole cast would look at each other, making murmurs that would only talk about Sienna's outburst. Catherine tried to run after her before ending up in the middle of nowhere — specifically some dark place backstage. She continued to walk slowly before chancing upon the mirror. She admired it slowly before chuckling. “Wow, don’t you look pretty.”

And of course, hearing pretty, I’d appear before Catherine, smiling. I appeared… too sudden. “Hey! you do too!”

She stared at me. She just stared. Then a single moment passed. She closed her eyes and fell down on the floor.

Let’s say about five, maybe ten, minutes later, she groaned, waking up. She looked around at her surroundings before sighing. She sat up straight and looked at the mirror once more. “Gosh…” she muttered, “Am I dead?”

“I heard all college students are,” I said, making her turn and stare. I noticed her becoming light-headed again, so I interjected. “Allow me to introduce myself. Hi! I’m Lucy. I’m the girl in the mirror.” She continued staring before voicing, “So I’m not dead?”

“Uh, I hope so?”

She fixed herself in a more comfortable position. She asked, “What are you? Who are you? Why are you there?”

“That’s a long story.” I chuckle, “Maybe another time?”

“No, it’s okay.” Catherine smiled, “I can handle it.”

This made me blush. “A-Are you sure?”

“Yeah! Go on. I’m telling you, I can handle it.”

I breathed in and released. “Well, my first owner was Alberta — snarky and very, very smart. She loved the stars and the planets and all that, but she wasn't really allowed by her parents to do so. She wasn’t really allowed by society to do so. One day she helped this guy on his scientific paper and I… never knew what happened after that. Maybe she successfully snuck out? Maybe she went to the convent? Maybe she was burned at a stake? One thing's for sure, I will never see her again.”

“Woah…”

“Then there was Eugenie — confident and very, very beautiful. Her mother died very young. After that, she went looking for her father. One night, she met an American soldier to sneak her in the base camp. She met a man who she knew was her father, but the man denied everything. I never knew what happened to her next. Maybe her father took her in and accepted her? Maybe she was imprisoned? Maybe she was caught and killed? Another thing's sure, I will never see her again.”

“Gee…”

“Last, there came Maria. She was reserved and very, very, very simple. Sadly, this simplicity of her hid the abundance of her problems. She only told me she was raped by her father’s Japanese comrade. She continued to be advanced on multiple times. The man even proposed to her in front of her father, so she had no choice but to say yes. One day, she met a slave and helped her escape that night. I never knew what happened to her next. Maybe they ran off to a far-off place? Maybe they were seized, throwing the slave but saving Maria? Maybe they were both killed? Then I know, I will never see her again.”

“Wow, you’ve been here for a long time, haven’t you? Maybe even before the Spanish period, you’ve lived.”

“A long time doesn't mean I've learned a lot. Sometimes, you'd wish you'd have more.”

“Well, what else would you do?”

“Get to know where the people I knew ended up, I guess.”

“Gee, I never knew something would happen such as that. Ironic for me. I'm a writer. I'm supposed to be looking at different perspectives and different stories. But at that one time I failed to do so, I lost my best friend. At that one time, I chose to be silent. At that one time, I chose to be a coward. Then I told myself I'm so sick and tired of politics. Maybe I was just so sick and tired of not taking a stand.”

That moment, Titoy entered, jumping around giddily. “Uy, Cathy! There’s a party later?”

“Tonight?” Catherine frowned, “Isn’t there curfew?”

“Sleepover party!” Titoy smiled, “Sige na! Sienna will be there!” Catherine exhaled and turned to the mirror, only to frown when she saw me gone. She sighed and turned to Titoy, nodding. “I’ll go.”

The walls of the room were draped in neon, and almost psychedelic, colored embroidery. Catherine held a red cup of juice in the corner, staring at everyone with disbelief. She was the only one immune to Rey Valera’s “Kamusta Ka” And in the corner of her eye, she sees a girl with flowing brown hair. She knew her well. It was Sienna. After a single moment, their eyes meet. They stared from the opposite sides of the room. A tear exited Sienna’s eye. Catherine took one step toward her friend, but Titoy stood in front of Catherine. “Hey!”, he smiled. Being the mettle she was, Catherine pushed Titoy away and continued walking slowly towards Sienna, eventually leading herself outside.

She saw Sienna walking under the dim streetlights whose circles touched each other at one point of their circumferences. Sienna’s head was bowed low, hands were in her jean pockets. Catherine breathed in, summing up the confidence to run up to her friend. Eventually, they did. Each step made Catherine’s heart beat faster. Sienna looks behind her, and as she saw Catherine run up to her, she decided to spare herself for fun. Sienna ran faster. They were like two children playing tag late at night. Catherine eventually caught up to Sienna, making her friend fall. They gave off one last laugh before the two looked up and saw two soldiers holding rifles. Their hearts skipped beats.

“What are the two of you doing here late at night?”, a soldier asked from behind. Catherine and Sienna jumped, startled by this. The soldier grabbed Catherine’s arms and held her back as Sienna was done the same.

“Teka…” one of the soldiers smirked at Sienna, “Ikaw ba si Sienna Magdangal? Yung komunistang mandudula?”

“Hindi pagiging komunista ang paglalaban ng demokrasyang tinanggal ng pangulo niyo!—” Sienna shouted back. She was interjected, however, when she was slapped by one of the soldiers.

Catherine looked around, hoping she could figure out an escape on time. Then, she thought of something — something she thought she would never do.

“I know what we could do before we throw them out to jail.” Another soldier chimed in.

“Really?” Catherine voiced out, grinning. “Come closer. I’m going to tell you something.”

The soldier smiled and went up to Catherine. Catherine went up closer to him and kissed him. This made Sienna and the other soldiers drop their jaws. A second later, the soldier flinched, pulled away from Catherine, and screamed.

The soldier that held Catherine lose his grip. She punched the two soldiers, taking their guns from them. Catherine pointed those two guns at the soldier holding Sienna. The soldier apologetically let go of Sienna. Catherine smirked. And the two ran away — off to a dark alley to catch their breath.

Catherine and Sienna looked at each other before smiling. Those smiles eventually turned into laughter.

“I never knew you had the power to do that!” Sienna punched Catherine’s arms, laughing once more.

“I never knew I had it either!” Catherine admitted back.

Sienna placed her head on Catherine’s shoulder. Sienna sighed. She reached for Catherine’s fingers and played with them for a bit before smiling. “You know, I’ve been taking unprofessional therapy from someone. She helps me with a lot of things. My family who doesn’t believe my ideals would add up to shit, worries about my job, and like... saying I'm sorry to you. Especially if I wasn't able to understand why you wanted to—”

“No! I'm sorry! I wasn't able to adjust for you. Politics, business, and the economy can get pretty stressful — especially now. I guess I have to learn to accept that — especially if I want things to change.” Catherine sighed. She looked away and continued, “Life is a party. Sometimes, we get to be decoration. But by the time we somehow, miraculously get out and become the moving sculptures we are, we'll make sure to watch each other so that none of us will break. I’ll watch over you. I’ll protect you.”

“You will?”

“Yeah! Duh!” Catherine exclaimed before smiling softly at Sienna, “I love you.”

Sienna smiled. “I love you too.”

Catherine stared at her in disbelief — the good kind. Then, a thought passed her mind. “Where do we stay for the night?”

“I think I know.” Sienna grinned. She looked at the open side of the alley that revealed the Mulat theatre standing as a savior.

The two held hands as they walked to the backstage. Sienna stopped in front of the mirror. Catherine raised a brow before Lucy revealed herself.

“Finally!” Lucy smiled, “Operation Get-Sienna-Back-With-Catherine is successful!”

Sienna chuckled. Her amazement contrasted with Catherine’s shock.

“H-How did you?—” Catherine asked before being interjected.

“She’s my unprofessional therapist.”

All that’s well ends well.

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Got Your Back

This is a request I wrote for @a-strange-1ne, who requested some of that sweet, sweet Ipposendo. Today’s special? Greaser/preppy!AU. And I was happy to oblige. Thank you again!!

Cut is for length, not for content.

“C’mon, Makunouchi, get back in the car!”

Ippo focused on the road in front of him, trying not to seem as nervous as he felt about Takamura’s red Mustang slowly rolling beside him, following him down the twisty hillside road. What was he doing out here, anyway? Takamura had invited him out for a soda at the diner, and that was fine and all, but...geez! He was a university senior, and Ippo was only just starting sophomore year after transferring, and --

The car horn beeped and made him jump. “I was just messing around! It’s five miles back to town! Let me give you a lift!”

“I can manage it!”

Messing around, he said. Messing around and taking him home on the “scenic route,” pulling up to that make-out spot and grabbing his thigh, boxing him in with his big arm against the door, the sensation of his curly pompadour pressing against his head being the one thing that finally brought Ippo back to reality so he could open the door and jump out. He was so stupid!

“Last chance, kid! I’m not playing around out here all damn night!”

“Then go!” Ippo didn’t actually think Takamura would try something again - or at least he liked to think that - but getting back into the car with him...he was already embarrassed and angry and it was bad enough this was probably going to get around campus.

“Fine!” Takamura roared as loud as his engine, and the wheels of his car picked up dust and gravel as he sped off. Ippo could barely make out something he said, something that sounded like…

Prude.

“I’m not a prude,” he said to no one, coughing as some of the dirty air got stuck in his throat. His eyes stung, and as Takamura’s car disappeared in sight and sound, he gazed down at the twinkling lights of the city below, the shimmer on the water past the beach. Folding his arms over the chest of his cableknit sweater, he started the long walk back.

After only about fifteen minutes, Ippo’s calves started to ache. It wasn’t even that it was that bad of a trek but the slight incline combined with the fact he wasn’t wearing any of the right clothes? Loafers and slacks were not ideal for this…

He should have just stayed in his dorm.

Suddenly, the ground beneath Ippo started to shake. Not dramatically, but enough to let him know that something other than a car was making its way down the road. He stepped back and waited for whatever it was to come by, making sure he kept his distance. There were only occasional streetlights, and the last thing he needed to finish this night was to either cause or be in an accident. The noise of an engine got louder as it was revved right before the motorcycle was driven into view, a small black bike with a single rider in jeans and a leather jacket. For a moment, the scene seemed to slow, and Ippo could swear that somehow he was able to make eye contact with the person on the other side of the shiny helmet.

He knew it was going to stop even before it actually did, creating a single track in the dirt on the road’s shoulder. As Ippo watched muscular legs that still straddled the seat dance the wheels back, he thought maybe he should run. Or at least keep walking. And yet all he could do was stand there, playing with his fingers, as the person booted the kickstand and finally came over to stand in front of him.

Words from the other side of the helmet were too muffled to make out.

“Sorry, I...I can’t understand you,” Ippo said, shrugging. They were taller, broader, and he figured it was a man based on the shape, but it had been a weird night anyway, so…

A hand raised to flip the visor and opened it. The eyes that gazed out at him were dark but bright, attentive, and for some reason it reminded Ippo of some wild cat. Which, frankly, he would have been less nervous about running into at night like this, compared to the stranger. “I said, do ya need a lift?” a deep, accented voice gruffed at him.

“Oh! Um. No. No, thank you. I’m just going to walk.”

For a second, the eyes took him in, up and down (and Ippo was fairly certain that any crinkling at the corners was definitely his imagination, couldn’t be a smile, why would he be smiling?), and then glanced down the hill and finally behind them. “S’gonna rain, ya know. No way ya won’t get caught in it before it starts, walkin’ back to town. Where ya headed? The university?”

Ippo nodded as he followed his gaze back up. Sure enough, storm clouds were building in the distance, lightning arcing between the gaps. He didn’t want to get sick, not this soon after classes started, but he didn’t want to end up in another precarious situation. A situation that his own stupidity had put him in. But…

“Hey.”

When Ippo turned again to see the biker, he had taken off his helmet completely and…geez, he was something else. Tan with dark hair that he ruffled until it looked soft and messy. Sharp teeth, but not scary sharp. And when the guy smiled, Ippo swallowed, and he could swear the lump in his throat went all the way to his toes.

“Name’s Sendo Takeshi. You?”

“I’m...Ippo. Makunouchi Ippo.”

He nodded and pursed his lips before holding the helmet out to him. “Did ya have a rough night, Makunouchi?”

“Yeah...that’s putting it lightly.”

“Listen. I’m gonna feel like an awful guy if I just let it get worse, okay. So if ya let me, I’ll take ya home. Just to the front door, yeah? No funny business, I promise.”

Ippo took the offered headwear and held onto it tight. There were a hundred and one warning alarms going off in his brain about strangers and getting into cars with them, although to be fair he had given Ippo his name and this was a motorcycle, not a car, so… He smiled just a little. “Promise?”

“Cross my heart, hope to die, all that good stuff.”

His cheeks warmed as he put the helmet on and snapped it under his chin. It was a little big, but they weren’t going far. “Aren’t you worried about something happening if I’m the one with the helmet?”

Sendo chuckled, scooting forward as Ippo swung a leg over the back of the bike. “Guess that just means you’re gonna have to hold on real close and tight so that skull o’ yours takes most of it.” Did he just squeeze his arm? “If we go down, we’re goin’ down together, right?”

“Heh...yeah, I guess so…”

Ippo had expected the motorcycle to take off like a horse. That’s what it looked like in the movies, after all, screeching and rearing up on one wheel. Instead, it was smooth, the wind creating a wild bluster through Sendo’s hair. As he squeezed his waist and tried to stay still, he wondered how warm he was under his jacket, what he had in his pockets, what kind of soap he used. Where had he come from? Where was he going?

Was this going to be the last time he saw him?

The ride was over before he knew it, and Sendo hopped off with his hands down on the front of the bike and his legs going over, like a gymnast clearing a wooden pony. He took Ippo’s arm and pulled him off. This was it. He was going. He would be gone in seconds. Say something, Makunouchi!

“Thank you. For the ride.”

“You got it.” Ippo gasped as Sendo’s hands went for his cheeks, but then hoped he didn’t notice, because it was just to pull the helmet off his head. Sendo rubbed his nose and gave him a lopsided grin. “Gonna be okay from here?”

“I think so.” They stood. And stared. “Are you just...passing through, or…?”

“Was on my way home, actually.” Please be here, please be here, please be here. “My Gran’s auto shop’s right down the road.” Ippo must have made a heck of a face because Sendo laughed. “She don’t exactly work there nowadays, but I do.”

For a second, Ippo was relieved. An autoshop! He could just...then, his heart sank. “I don’t have a car...I don’t even have a bicycle.”

“You can come by anyway!” His invitation was yelled, ecstatic, and any insecurity was chased away by it. “Come have lunch with me tomorrow, yeah? Gran made so much dim sum tonight that we got loads of leftovers!”

“But...but I should be the one treating you! You’re the one who saved me!” Oh God, had he actually said that? Flames erupted in his face, and he smothered them with his hands. “That is...I mean…”

“Hey, it’s okay! I was happy to do it!” He could hear Sendo raking through his hair again. “‘Sides, I ain’t got many friends in this town, so it’s payback enough jus’ to see ya again.”

Friends. Of course. Not that there was anything wrong with that! Just…

Then, Ippo shook his head, ridding himself of the thoughts that threatened to ruin this sweet few seconds. It was fine. All of it was just fine. And he gave Sendo his biggest smile.

“Okay! I’ll be there!”

---

“Takeshi! Is that you?”

At the sound of his name, Sendo figured there was no point in being quiet, so he dropped his helmet and keys on the kitchen counter with a crack. “Yeah, Gran...s’me.” Yup, just me, ruining my damn life one stupid move at a time… Friends! Why did he say that?!

When he opened up the fridge to take a drink of orange juice straight from the carton, he heard her voice crackle. “I know you had a bad night, but in this house we use glasses.” He rolled his eyes. “And we do not make nasty faces at our elders.”

“Seriously, Gran, are ya sure ya ain’t a spy or somethin’? Is the auto shop some kinda front?”

“I’d tell you but then I’d have to kill you. Come give me a hand, would you?”

Sendo walked into the garage and then broke into a run as an engine block hung precariously over his grandmother’s head from a chain. “Gran! I told ya not to handle the heavy stuff when I’m not here!”

The small woman gave him a sour look and shook her head. “I’m not trying to lift it. It’s perfectly secure.” She smacked it several times with her multitool, setting it swinging, and Sendo held out a hand to stop it. “See? It’s fine. What has you all riled up tonight, huh?”

And it was only after she let him lower the engine to the large crate on the floor that he told her. About the man on the side of the road. About giving him a ride home. And…

“I think I’m in love with this guy.”

And then Gran laughed at him. “Takeshi, you fall in love once a month. You fell in love with that pizza delivery boy.”

“But I’m serious this time! I invited him to come over tomorrow.”

“Oh my, that is serious. I better bring out the good china.”

“Gran. What if he doesn’t come? What if I never see him again? What if he thought I was some biker weirdo that’s tryin’ to make him join a gang and he calls the cops?”

“Again, it would not be the first time.” But when Sendo put his head into his hands, the old woman reached over and patted the top of it, shaking his knuckles gently. It left black smears from the automobile’s many sundry fluids. “Takeshi. If you like this boy, do what all those rock stars and movie cowboys do and...be a man.”

Sendo looked up at that. “Seriously. That’s your sage advice.”

“I’m not saying do it all the same way that they do, boy. You don’t need a horse or a guitar. Because being a man isn’t just cool hats and hip thrusts.” He really wanted to pretend he didn’t hear that part. “It’s about being straight with him. Telling it like it is. Treating him well.”

“Okay.”

She went on, ignoring him. “Getting him to eat my cooking without sass talk. Introducing him to your aging grandmother…”

“Okay, Gran, I got it.”

Be a man.

Sendo kept thinking about that the rest of the night until the following day. It wouldn’t mean anything if Ippo didn’t show up, and he half-expected that. Would Sendo have gone to visit some random guy on a bike that had given him a ride all of once? No way. So it wasn’t like he could get mad if Ippo was the same way.

By ten to twelve, he had already given up for the most part, until a loud, echoing knock made its way through the garage. He walked over to the side door and peered out, only to see…

“Holy shit, ya came!” he said, exploding out into the afternoon air. Immediately, he regretted it as Ippo held up the small package he was carrying in two hands, yelping. “Sorry! I jus’...I wasn’t sure…”

“We said twelve, right?” The other man suddenly grabbed at the watch on his wrist, panicky. “I’m not late, am I?”

“Nah! You’re perfect!” Perfect. Was that what he wanted to say? As pink rose up the rims of his ears, he pointed at Ippo’s hands. “Wassat?”

“Oh! I stopped by a sweet shop and picked up some cake! I hope that’s okay. I know you said you wanted to take care of lunch, but I had to do something to thank you for getting me home.”

Be a man.

“Yeah, well.” Sendo jutted his chin out as he popped the collar of the jacket he was wearing. He hadn’t thought that would be weird, wearing his leather in the garage - why would it? It was cool - but now it did seem like he was on his way out. Should he take it off? Nah, too late. He couldn’t turn back now. “Ain’t no big deal or nothin.’ I give rides to guys all the time.”

The words sounded a lot better in his head, especially when Ippo’s face fell to the floor, and Sendo very, very quickly wanted to die. “Oh...you do?”

“Not like that! I ain’t easy!”

“I would never think that! Me neither!”

“Good!”

Sendo was panting. Oh God, he had to save this. Luckily, though, Ippo looked around the open floor, just as obviously needing some other topic, and he settled on the punching bag suspended from the ceiling. “Sendo-san, are you a boxer?”

Be a man. Yeah! What could be more manly than boxing?

“Yeah! Featherweight. Do you?”

“No, but I’ve seen a few matches.” He smiled shyly, putting the cake down so he can press his hand against it, moving the bag a little, and Sendo walked over to brace himself against the opposite side.

“C’mon. Give it a real hit.”

“No, no, that’s okay…”

“Do it! Square up, pull back and then step in. Tighten your fist and use your hips, yeah?”

Ippo’s eyes sought his from under his bangs. Man, he was cute. The cutest guy he’d ever seen. “If you say so.”

Sendo smiled as he loosened up a little bit. What he was expecting was that Ippo would give it a dull little punch and then he’d walk over and really show him how it was done. Then, he could have him come back. Have little lessons. Chat. Badabing-badaboom.

That wasn’t the reality at all.

The reality was that Ippo stepped in and gave the bag the hardest punch he could muster. He followed Sendo’s directions so well that he even followed through, sending the bag straight into Sendo and knocking him off his feet until he crumpled to the floor, the room spinning.

“Sendo-san! Sendo-san, are you okay?!”

Maybe it was the ridiculousness of the situation. Maybe it was the fact that everything kept turning around on him. Or maybe it was that this preppy kid from the college was proving to be more of a man than he could ever be. Whatever it was, Sendo’s shoulders started to shake.

“Sendo-san...are you...laughing?”

Not just laughing. Sendo snorted. He kept laughing so hard he couldn’t even get back up to his feet. Then, it spread to Ippo until he plopped down on the floor next to him, chuckling into a hand that was become more and more swollen. And perhaps it was the fact that they were in this together now - or ‘on this’ as it were, the greasy floor of the garage - but Sendo’s nerves melted away, and he reached out for Ippo’s bruised hand.

He was surprised when the other man let him take it.

“S’gonna need some ice.” Ippo winced as he prodded at his fingers, making sure it wasn’t broken. “That’s a hell of a straight left ya got there, Makunouchi.”

“Y-you think so?” Sendo finally stood and carefully lifted Ippo back to his feet. He didn’t pull his hand away, and Sendo didn’t let go. “Maybe you can show me some of your moves too. After that ice, I mean. And lunch?”

Sendo grinned. “Sure.” Be straight with him. “Can we call it a date?”

Ippo stared, not even long enough for him to start worrying before the widest smile, even bigger than the one the night before, split across his face. “Definitely!”

They kept holding hands all the way to the kitchen.

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