#Udon Week begins!

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Hello!! I just read your Nanami headcanons, and ahhhh, it was so good!! The romantic vacation one 🫠

Could I put in a request for similar SFW & NSFW he's but with Ijichi Kiyotaka? I just adore him sm <333

Kiyotaka Head-cannons!! (SFW & NSFW)

I always thought this guy was cute but never managed to remember his name 😭here's ur hcs!!!

SFW

He's clumsy- constantly. That dish in the sink? Broken. Flower pot? Shattered. He doesn't do it on purpose! He tries to clean up around the house so you won't have to but sometimes he's a bit heavy handed from his nerves.

Speaking of nerves, his social anxiety is off the charts. Agoraphobia is something he's been working through with your help, he's gotten to the point where as long as you're there he can be anywhere.

He overthinks a lot so you often have to reassure him that he's more than enough, and when you do he'll always bury his face in your shoulder or neck and hum happily.

He gets headaches when he takes off his glasses, especially after long shifts. He'll groan and lay his head on his desk. He doesn't like worrying you so most of the time he'll just pop a few pain meds into his mouth, chug a glass of water, and get back to work.

He overworks himself without realizing it. Sometimes you wake up to the sound of him clicking his computer keys beside you. "Sorry Darling, I'll be done in a minute," he always tells you but when you wake up to cook breakfast you see him in the same spot, typing away. Eventually you started limiting his screen-time to six hours.

He's a sucker for holding hands. Your hands are so soft, skin so silky. He'd hold them forever if he could.

He thought about going to the gym because he was insecure about how slender he is, but all it took was a compliment from you to change his mind. You told him you liked how lanky he was and his cheeks flushed.

He likes coming home to dinner and always makes sure he can. He'll call you thirty-minutes before his shift ends just to see what you're cooking. He gets excited when you tell him you're cooking his favorite and has to force himself not to speed home. "You cooked Udon? Have I told you how much I love you?"

He can't handle spicy foods at all. One bite and his entire face puffs up and turns neon red. One time he accidently put chili flakes in his ramen and had to go to the emergency room.

NSFW (HELLA KINKY STUFF AHEAD BECAUSE I KNOW HE'S A F.R.E.A.K.)

He doesn't just like your hands, he loves them. Wrapped around his throat, his wrists, his cock- sometimes he'll kiss and suck on your palms just to get off. He likes being choked, feeling your rings bruise his throat turns him on, especially when you whisper degrading praises in his ears.

He's a loud lover. You've gotten complaints from apartments above and below you but there's no shutting him up.

You know what they say about long, tall men. His member is the size of his forearm. What he lacks in girth he more than makes up for in length.

Definitely shops on AdamandEve's, waits for a sale and next thing you know there's boxes of toys on your porch. When you ask him about it he'll be too embarrassed to tell you what he brought but when you open the box he begs to try everything at least once. You agree but draw the line at the tentacle dildo.

He can't handle head, he's too sensitive. He prefers handjobs, especially when you squeeze his shaft between those sweet fingers and stroke him slowly. When you tease his tip he's a goner, cumming seconds because he can't hold it in.

He begged you to eat your ass for weeks and when you finally let him he devoured. He likes anal so much because he gets to grip and play with your ass while watching it recoil against his waist. You couldn't walk straight for a week because eating your ass turned into anal and pussy fingering.

Speaking of fingering, he's amazing at it. He'll curl and twist his fingers inside of you until he finds your sweet spot and then push against it. Making you cum is only the beginning, he doesn't stop until your thighs tremble and you're blacking out.

He likes fucking in public, even if it's just a quickie. He'll make five minutes feel like five hours, ramming into you and whining when you pull away. "Please...can't we just keep going?" He'll beg when you remind him you're in the corner of a store. "Y/N, please..." You sigh and give in. You end up holding onto the railing in the dressing room for dear life as he fucks you from the back. "Your back is so pretty in this top...let me buy it for you." He says in between grunts.

One time he saw you talking to a buff man and asked if he could watch the two of you fuck. You didn't even know what to address first. "I know you'd never cheat! I was just- I was thinking how nice it'd be to watch you be..." He throws his hands up in surrender when you glare at him, "Just a thought!". Cuck.

He likes watching you masturbate.

You gave him a footjob once because he wanted to try it. You found out he's horrendously down bad and that you're not a fan of cum between your toes. He offered to suck them clean, you smacked him with a pillow in response.

You walked in on him collecting your dirty panties from the laundry basket once. He swore he was just organizing the clothes before washing but you swore you saw him taking a big whiff before you walked in and saw a bulge in his pants.

He's a bit perverted at times, but he's so cute when he cums that you let him get away with it.

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Eating out with Momo

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Chapter 179 (TIS)

It's been one day after the last Tokyo concert and all the members are resting. Having a good week to relax, you all decide to stay in the Tokyo prefecture and rent out a large house.

Currently, the members are paired up and given some time to explore the city. "I think we are going to stay home with the kids. We just want to relax and spend some time inside," said Jihyo. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, Mina and Dahyun will stay inside, but you should go out too if you want. I know that Momo wants to go on a food run to multiple Japanese restaurants, you should join her." "Okay, I'll talk to Momo then."

You visit Momo's room and knock on the door, "come in." You open the door and see Momo lying on the bed as she scrolls through her phone. "Hey, Jihyo said that you want to go on a food run, can I tag along?"

Momo turns around quickly and yells, "Yes, let's go. I want to try multiple places but nobody else wants to join me."

"I'll go with you. Where did you have in mind?" Momo gets up and pulls out her notebook from her bag. "Come here and take a look. I wrote down some restaurants I want to visit. These right here in red are a must. The ones in blue will be okay if we have time."

After planning where you both were going to go and how to get there, you gather your belongings and head out. Both you and Momo put on a cap to help blend in with the crowd. Walking down the street, you make your way to the train station, scan your tickets and wait for the train to arrive.

"It's going to be so much fun, thank you for coming with me," says Momo.

"Thanks for letting me tag along."

You and Momo walk down the street for about ten minutes to the train station. Scanning your train pass you both wait for the train to arrive. Momo takes out her phone and shows you the list of shops that she plans on visiting. "Look, we are going to these places. They are walking distance from each other, so it will be easier."

"Sounds like you have everything planned out." Momo laughs from the compliment and punches your arm. "When it's about food you know that I get serious." She's right she is a good eater and is the one that enjoys your food the most out of the members. "You're right, I'm the same way; like you normally say, "if you work hard, you can eat delicious food." Momo covers her face full of embarrassment.

The first place on her list is a well-known Udon shop that's a bit away from the rest and made sense to cross it off the list.

"It looks so small. Are you sure this is the right place" you ask. "Yes, it might be a small shop but the food here is really good. You both walk towards the entrance and select the different type of options on the machine. You get your ticket and present it to the worker. It takes to little time as you are given your food within a couple of minutes.

Momo pulls out her phone and begins to take pictures of her food. You watch the smile on her face and offer to take a picture of her as she takes the first bit. "Let me take a photo of you eating the food. I think it would make it more special."

She takes a bite and gives you a large smile, letting you all know that the food is delicious. After some more pictures, you follow Momo's lead and eat the udon, finishing the bowl at a fast pace.

"See… I told you it was good. Let's finish up here and head to the other places."

Again the both of your work your way back to the train station and reflect on some of the experiences of the concert until the train arrives.

Arriving at your second stop, you visit Ekibenya Matsuri, a famous location that sells bento boxes. The place has a numerous amount of bento boxes on display, anywhere from fruits, salads, and boxes with meat. Momo acts like someone in a candy store, wondering around, taking a careful look with what she wanted to get. You automatically head towards the breaded deep-fried pork bento. Momo on the other hand, selects an eel-style bento box and a cold drink for the both of you.

Momo sand, you find a nice bench at the local park and open both your drinks and boxes. The amount of stream that comes out of the boxes ensures that what you are eating is hot and fresh. Just like before Momo pulls out her phone and asks, "can we take a selfie? I want to get the both of us together." You agree and she hold up her phone as you hold your bento in your hand. The two of you enjoy your box and even share a couple of bites of each other's food.

After finishing the meal and having your fill Momo and you go around the area and do some sightseeing and shopping before going to another restaurant.

After a couple of hours, you both head to the next location, Shinjuku Isetan Food Floor. It's a well-known shopping center that is filled with a variety of foods. Momo's goal is both some fruits and snacks.

Again you try to keep Momo insight as she wonders around looking at the food through the glass case and asking for samples. After thirty minutes of window shopping, she decides to place a large order of fruits and snacks to be delivered to where all of you are staying. She also gets a couple of snacks for the trip back home.

"Okay, we can go, it is desert tasting now."

Momo pulls out her phone once more and shows you a map of desert locations that are within a few blocks away from each other. You exit the shopping center and head to to the next stop.

After visiting a handful of desert shops you notice that the sky is entirely grey, with a slight breeze and heavy dark clouds.

"It wasn't like this when we went inside," says Momo.

"It looks like it's going to rain. Let's start walking towards the train station. We should make it in about 10-15 minutes."

You both walk towards the station, taking alleyways to cut how long it would take you to get there.

Suddenly you hear the sound of rain coming from afar as it begins to pour. "Let's find some cover." You both need more time to cover as heavy rain wet the streets. Momo screams as she hears the thunder. She runs across the street, trying to get to cover. You chase after her, grabbing her arm and pulling her to the nearest building, "Momo, stop running. You're getting wetter like that, come with me instead."

You are both blinded by a bright neon light that says "Love Hotel" which catches you off guard. You look around and multiple medium signs that have the cost per hour for the stay. "Is this where you wanted to take me?" asks Momo. Words can't seem to get out of your mouth as you try to tell her that this wasn't on purpose.

"I didn't know the building was this kind of place, I just wanted to get out of the rain, and this was the nearest one. I'm sorry, let's go." You pull Momo's hand again, exiting the building and looking at the heavy rain under the small canopy.

"It's raining really hard, and it's windy too."

"What do you want to do? Want to book it and try to see if we find a shopping center?"

Momo pulls out her phone and looks at the weather app, "It seems like it's going to rain for a while. I don't want to get wet. Let's… just stay" as she looks away from you.

"Okay, let's go back inside before anyone sees us." You walk back inside and make your way toward the touchscreen located at the front. You look through the menu and see the multiple selections of rooms available and the amount of time for rent. Not knowing what to choose you ask Momo, "Where do you want to stay?" as you point at the screen.

Momo scrolls down and selects a room, and asks, "How much time should I select?"

"Uhhh… I'm not sure… maybe three hours?" Momo selects the three-hour option and asks you for your card. You swipe your card and a small slot opens with the access card for your room. You walk towards the elevator and make your way to the top floor.

The elevator door opens and you make a sharp right and left toward your room. You scan your access card against the door and a green light appears, granting you access to the room. Opening the door, you see how nice the room actually is, much different from what you imagined.

"Wow… it looks so nice. I like it" says Momo as she takes a tour of the room.

You decided to make your way through the room since you paid for it and head towards the main part of the room. A large kind size open with a nice layout, large windows with a view of the city street, multiple TVs, and cabinets. You pull one of the cabinets and see a large number of condoms, lube, and other necessities to ensure a night of fun.

"Oppa, look…" as she pulls out a dildo with the wrapper still attached. She waves it around and says, "It's big, but not as big as yours." You choke up on her comment and tell her to put it away. She does but immediately grabs another toy from the cabinet.

"We are not here to mess around, just put it back. We don't know if they will charge us for this."

"Okay, but we already paid for the room. Let's watch something to kill the time." She grabs the tv remote and turns on the tv and sees a small girl getting double fucked by two men. She immediately gets embarrassed and turns it off. You try your best to hold in your laughter and say, "What kind of place do you think this is? Why did you expect the tv to have normal channels?, haha."

She takes a seat on the bed and pulls out her phone, "I'm going to take a shower and see if there is anything to dry my clothes. Want to take off your sweater?"

She nods and gives you her wet sweater. You walk towards the bathroom and see some hangers, a bathrobe, towels, and a dryer. You take off your clothes and get into the bathrobe and hang up your clothes. "Momo, take off your clothes and put this on. When you are done hang your clothes so we can dry them" as you give her the bathrobe. "I'm going to take a shower, okay? I'll leave the door open."

You hop into the shower and turn it on to its highest setting, enjoying the hot water. "I need to pee, oppa. Can I come in?"

"Yeah, come in."

You see her silhouette as she makes her way inside the bathroom. A small silence and then the noise of her stream hitting the toilet bowl. "Does the water feel good?"

"Yes, it feels nice after being drenched, why?"

"Just asking… I'm a bit cold."

You rub the side of your head, "you want to join?"

There is a small silence, "Yeah… please."

"Alight, come in."

You open the sliding door and see Momo drop her and toss her bathrobe towards the clothes bin. She slowly makes her way inside the shower and gets behind you. "It does feel nice, it's nice and hot." You pass her the bar of soap and she begins to lather up. It doesn't take long until she's covered with bubbles. "Look, I'm bubble girl" making a bubble with her two fingers. "Come on, Momo. Finish up so we can dry our clothes."

"Okay…" making a sad face.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude. It's just that I didn't expect to be in this kind of situation."

"It's okay. I'm sorry I ran away, I didn't mean it either, I just got scared."

"It's okay" as you pat her head. She giggles and presses her breast against your arm.

"Momo, they're touching me."

"Yeah, I know" giving you a small smile. "Want to have a bit of fun?"

"What do you mean?"

"You… know. It's a love hotel. People have sex in here" pressing her chest closer to you.

"So… yeah? We have over two hours, we can do a lot in that time."

You tell yourself internally that she's right, you do have some time to kill, and having some fun with her doesn't seem like a bad idea.

"Okay, let's have a bit of fun." She gives you a smirk and you pull her in for a kiss. Momo gets on her tippy toes as you pull her in closer, exploring her mouth. After a while, you pull back and see Momo's lustful eyes.

She bites her lip and grabs hold of your cock. With a tight grip, she squats down and gives your cock a nice lick. "Let's have a bit of fun" kissing the tip of your cock. You watch as Momo licks the side of your shaft, and balls eventually take in your whole length. Momo, a natural good eater, doesn't struggle to take the whole length into her mouth. You slowly grab the back of her head, ensuring that your cock reaches the back of her throat.

She bobs her head continuously, getting every inch of you and at times she'll keep you in for a good while. Your favorite part is when you hear her gag on your cock as she tries to hold onto your cock. "Fuck Momo… you're getting good at taking in a cock down your throat."

Pulling herself out she replies, "Face fuck me" with an obvious smirk.

"You're a bad girl, Momo but I'll take you on that offer" smiling back.

You then grab her lower jaw with your left hand, making an "O" shape with her mouth and tilting her head up, facing you. With your cock on your right hand, you smack her face a little with your cock, leaving a trace of precum.

You align your cock to the entrance of her hole, pressing against the top of her mouth, feeling as her teeth and tongue rub against your shaft. Momo looks at you with such a lustful face, making you want to shove your whole length at once.

You are met with a slight resistance as her throat grabs hold of your cock. With her face on your base, you hold the back of her head. You watch as she tries to catch her breath and keep calm but as time passes her eyes begin to tear up. She begins to gag to your length, her throat constricting your member as she tries to push you away. Instead, you pull her head closer, cock throbbing, making her panic. From lustful eyes to those of panic as she begins to choke on your cock. Her eyes show submission as she begs for you to release her.

Wanting to give her a slight break you let go of her head and slowly pull out your cock. Momo coughs from your cock being so far in. She is only able to take two deep breaths as you grab her head once more with both hands. You pull her in and being to thrust your cock inside her mouth. You hold her head still as you face fuck her, using her as a living doll that's meant for sex.

You don't know how much time has passed as you are enjoying your time fucking her face. The amount of drool running down her face covers your whole cock and even runs down your thigh. Every once in a while you have to pull out, ensuring that Momo gets a breath or two in. "Are you enjoying my cock ruining your little mouth?" Momo nods with a smile even though she's semi-conscious. You're at the point where you can come at any moment so you warn her, "I'm going to pull out for a couple of seconds okay? Make sure you get a breath because I'm going to cum down your throat." She nods and you pull out, "1,2,3,4,5" and in one push she takes you in once more. She can feel your cock throbbing and gets ready to take your load. She closes her eyes as she prepares herself, but you want her to look at you instead. "Open your eyes and look at me." She does as she's told and looks into your eyes. "I'm going to cum, so make sure you swallow everything" and with that, you release a large wave of cum. It floods Momo's mouth as she tries to manage both your cock and swallowing your seed. You feel her throat milking you as it loosens and constricts, but then you feel a tightening of her throat. Cum begins to accumulate, causing her mouth to puff up, and enlarging her cheeks.

She's struggling and seems like she can't handle the amount of cum your pouring. "Momo, you can do it, you're doing a good job. Just a bit more and you'll be done" as you caress her face. With visual tears and red eyes, she musters up the energy to open up her throat. Cum gushes as it makes its when to her esophagus and eventually her tummy, "that's it, just a bit more." You slowly pull out until your cock is out of her mouth and Momo breathes heavily as she is finally able to breathe normally. She shows you her mouth, proving that she swallowed every drop.

"You did a good job, I'm proud of you" with a smile.

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"You did a number on me, I thought I was going to die" she jokes around.

"But you did well, I'm really proud of you."

"Really? Was I good?"

"Yes, you're a pro at it. For sure one of the best out of the group." She blushes at the compliment and says, "Haha, I'm going to tease Chaeyoung that you said I'm the best. She's going to be jealous when she hears it."

"Let me know how she reacts, okay."

"Yes, I'll tell you. Chaeyoung is always talking about how good your cum tastes like and how rough you use her."

"Ohh really, she talks to you about it."

"Haha yeah, she tells Sana and I about it. Which is why I wanted to get a taste myself. I wouldn't expect that your cum tastes bitter in the beginning but sweet as you get used to it."

"Hmmm… I wouldn't expect it to be sweet."

"I can't describe the taste, but it tastes good, like something you can get addicted to. It's a reward for having sex."

"Hahah, that's a new one. I didn't know my cum would be a reward."

"Well… it's a reward for us. We like it… so… how about we keep it going" elbowing your side.

"You think you can handle it?"

"I'll try my best. I mean if I end up passing out… you can still fuck me if you want."

"You know how to make a man hard, huh" giving her a smirk. She smiles, bites her lip, and spreads her legs open, showing off her goods.

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You stand up and grab her from her sides, picking her up high in the air. Getting caught off guard by your actions, she yells as you toss her on the bed. "Don't scare me like that's oppa." You laugh and make your way toward the middle of the bed. You spread her legs open, exposing her bare cunt. "I'm going to enjoy this meal" as you hover on top of her cunt. With your face as close, you go for a small kiss, which causes Momo to moan. Wanting to hear her moan even more you have a make-out session with her pussy. You trace your lips against hers, causing her to tremble. With your fingers you spread her pussy lips apart, revealing her pinkish flesh. With your tongue, you explore her insides for a good amount of time as Momo plays with her tits. She rubs the buds her of tits as you eat her out to the best of your abilities.

"Oppa, like that. Don't stop… you're so good at this. No wonder the members can't wait to have sex with you. You know how to treat a girl."

You enjoy hearing the compliment on how good you are, which makes try harder. Your goal now is to make Momo cum so you pick up the pace. You work your magic as Momo wraps her legs around your head, ensuring that you don't go anywhere. "Oppa, I'm going to cum” as she begins to shake.

You have her where you want her and you only need one last move before she orgasms. Moving your focus from her insides, you suck on her clit, twisting it with your lips. Momo tightens her grip on her thighs and in one motion, you slightly bite her nub. "Fuck… I'm coming," is the last thing you hear as Momo shakes violently. Cum gushes out and hits your face. You manage to stick your fingers and start to finger her rapidly. You watch as her first orgasm ends and the second one immediately begins as you thrust your fingers in and out of her. She shakes so much that her toes curl up and her back arches up. "Fuck… don't stop. I will want to cum more. You shove your fingers deeper and reach her G spot and give it a few good rubs. A stream of liquid gushes out of her as she passes out from the excitement.

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"I can't believe she actually passed out from that" you watch her lay motionless on the bed. You look back to do at your member and it's still hard, "she did say I can use her as I please" looking at her amazing body.

"Let's have some fun" grabbing her legs and spreading them wide open. You position yourself in front of her and pull her closer to you. Grabbing your cock you smack it against her pelvis, leaving a bit of pre cum behind. You rub your cock in between her lip, getting a preview of what's to come.

Being 80 percent hard, you align your cock at her entrance, waiting for the right moment to penetrate her. You slowly insert the tip of your cock, spreading her lips wider and wider. Grabbing her hips, you bring her closer, making you insert yourself even more. You are met with a slight resistance as her walls are trying to keep you from reaching her womb.

"Fuck… it feels nice" as her walls begin to squeeze your cock. Feeling the tightness of her walls sends shivers down your spine and makes you get harder. You watch as your cock grows to its maximum size, stretching lip lips even more.

Wanting to fuck her already you grab her legs and place them on your shoulder. You place your weight on her body and begin to thrust.

With every thrust you see her tits and tummy jiggle, making you want to fuck her harder.

After a while, she begins to wake up and is a surprise to see you on top of her. "Oppa, you horny boy. You're actually fucking me while I'm unconscious huh."

"You said I could, plus you're like a living fuck doll for my personal you" as you give her a smirk. She bites her lip and says, "Then fuck me like until you break me."

Hearing that makes you change up your pace. "Don't regret it later, okay?"

"I won't."

You grab her legs once more and place her in a seashell position, legs behind her back and better ability to reach her womb.

She's surprised with the position you're putting her in as she's never had her legs that far back. You give her no time to adjust as you begin to thrust inside her violently. Momo switches from grunting to moaning as her insides are getting used as a plaything. She tries to get your attention and call for you, but her mumbling is incomprehensible as her mind is overwhelmed by pleasure.

"Your body is perfect Momo, you have nice tits, a toned stomach, great hips to hold on to, thighs thick thighs, nice legs, and an attractive face that I can fuck." She smiles at your compliments but you don't think she's completely there as you see her face completely red and her eyes rolling back.

With every thrust, your balls start to feel hot and heavy. You're reaching your peak and are moments from cumming. "I'm going to pull out, I'm going to cum." You pull out your cock, leaving only the tip.

Momo then regains her sanity and says, "d… don't… cum outside" as she wraps her arms around your neck.

"Dump your cum inside of me. You're free to use my womb however you want."

No more words are needed as you grab her hips and pull her back. In one move your impale yourself back inside, hitting the deepest parts. Her walls feel your throbbing cock and does it best to milk it.

You can feel your tightness which causes you to go over the edge. "You want it so bad so here, make sure you take all of it" as you release a tsunami of cum. Momo's eyes become wide open when her womb starts to fill up and presses her hand on her tummy, "you're filled me up. You can see your cock throbbing inside my tummy.

When you are finally done you see Momo's tummy expanded as she's was pregnant. You pull out your cock and a stream of cum comes oozing out of her. She presses on her tummy, causing it to expel even more.

"Want me to get you something to drink?" as you get off the bed. "Some juice if the have any."

"Okay." You walk towards the mini fridge and grab a bottle of orange juice. "Thanks, for the juice."

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As you use the restroom Momo looks at her phone and sees a couple of messages from Jeongyeon. Momo replies back and immediately gets a video call from her.

*Ring Ring!

"Momo where are you? Why didn't you respond to my texts?" asks Jeongyeon.

"I was trying to get out of the rain so I didn't look at my phone until now. Why what's going on?"

"Well most of us are back home and wanted to know what time you plan on coming back."

"It might take me a while, I'm kind of busy right now" says Momo who is trying to act as normal as possible.

"What are you doing?"

"I had to stop somewhere because I got kind of wet but once it clears out I'll take the train back.

Jeongyeon can read most of the members and can tell that Momo is not telling her the whole story.

You come out of the bathroom and see Momo laying on the bed on the phone with Jeongyeon. You try to be as quiet as possible and make your way to grab your phone.

"Momo are you sure you're okay?" asks Jeongyeon.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

Wanting tease them both you come up with an idea. Seeing that Momo ass is facing up you slowly make your way back onto the bed. Little by little you make your way back and grab onto Momo's hips. You pull her towards you and put her in a downward doggy position. With her ass sticking up you can see how amazing it true is. You give it a couple of soft snacks and watch her ass cheeks ripple. You then spread her cheeks and quietly align yourself to her puckerhole.

"Don't… not now…" whispers Momo as she turns her head quickly before going back to Jeongyeon. "Telling me no is making me want to do it more" you say to yourself internally.

Your cock right at Momo's entrance you slowly push yourself inside of her, spreading her hole wide open.

Momo moans as she feels her asshole getting penetrated but tries to keep calm with Jeongyeon still on the phone. Seeing her reaction you decide to pick things up a bit more and shove your cock inside of her in one go.

Momo loses her composure and balance from the sudden pain and pleasure she felt from getting impaled.

"Momo are you sure you're okay? You seem a bit flushed."

“Y…yes… I… I'm okay. I… it's just my stomach. Maybe I ate too much."

Hearing Momo playing it off to Jeongyeon makes you want to tease her more so you grab her hips once more, pull your cock out, leaving just the tip and begin to thrust.

Momo grunts as she's getting overwhelmed by the sudden thrust, "Momo tell me what's going on. Why are you acting like that. Who's with you."

"It's fine unnie, I just hit my toe so it hurts right now."

You're lying… you're with someone. Who is it?"

You increase the pace of your thrusting, making Momo tighten her ass and hold onto the bed sheet with her left hand while holding onto the phone with her right. As time continues she begins to lose balance, making her knees and hands weak.

Jeongyeon trying to figure out what's going on turns the video call to full volume. She can start hearing Momo's moaning and grunt. The camera quality also begins to decrease as Momo's background slightly shakes. "Where are you? Why is the camera shaking. I'm getting upset with you."

"Let's spicy things up a bit more" you say to yourself." You raise your hand above Momo ass and give it a nice hard slap.

Momo yells from the sudden smack and drops her phone by the pillow. You can hear Jeongyeon yell out and ask if Momo is okay but is surprised to see the sudden view.

Jeongyeon can now clearly see Momo's nude body especially her breast that are bouncing. "Momo why are you nude? Are you in a hotel with someone? Are you having sex?"

Momo gives no response as she's entertained with you cock. Knowing that Momo is not going to respond back she tries to figure out the person fucking her. She has a gust feeling as to who she is with but doesn't want to accept it.

With every thrust and smack you give her ass the more cum that drips out of her cunt. Jeongyeon can see how much fun Momo is having as her face and moaning gives it away. She watch as a clear liquid drips down Momo's thighs.

Hearing Momo's moaning and her face full of ecstasy is making Jeongyeon feel hot. She lays on the bed she was previously sitting at and begins to rub her cunt with her clothes still on.

You push Momo's upper body down to the bed, revealing your face to the camera. Jeongyeon is surprised to see your face full of anger as you fuck Momo. You notice the phone on the pillow and catch a glimpse of Jeongyeon on the screen. She immediately hides her face as it only leaves an empty background.

You know that she's still there as she hasn't hung up so you pull your member out of Momo's ass and ram it inside with your full strength. Momo yells from the pain of getting her insides rearranged. You slap her ass cheeks multiple times until they turn completely red.

On the other side of the phone, Jeongyeon can clearly see the animalistic sex that's occurring in front of her. Her member and friend is getting completely dominate by Jihyo's fiancé. Every time she sees you thrust inside of Momo the wetter she begins. She can't seem to understand why watching her members getting fucked makes her get wet. "I can't believe they are having sex. Why how rough he's being with her."

It's isn't until she sees Momo's face of pleasure and cry of pain that she realizes that Momo is enjoying it. She hear Momo beg for more, for you to cum inside of her and destroy her insides.

Jeongyeon with her fingers rubbing her folds decides to slide a finger inside her cunt. Jeongyeon tries to sync with you both as she watches you thrust yourself into Momo. Minutes pass and she is breathing heavily, sweat running down her neck as she is imaging being there.

You see Jeongyeon's head poke out every so often, giving you the idea that she's enjoying herself on the other side as well. Wanting to give her a full show you grab Momo's phone and flip the camera, showing a perfect view of your cock inside of Momo's puckerhole. You give a couple of thrusts before saying, "Momo, I'm going to cum inside your ass" making sure that Jeongyeon heard.

"Yes, please… cum inside this tight ass of mine" as Momo begs. You pull out half way and flood Momo's insides with a large load of cum..

Jeongyeon hearing you announce your orgasm, she increases the pace, making her reach her peak. She sees your cock pull out halfway, a large thick cock full of veins penetrating her member's hole.

"Fuck… I'm cumming…" as Jeongyeon releases her orgasm.

You see Jeongyeon unintentionally tilts her phone a bit, revealing her flushed face, and hear her heavy breathing. You know she enjoyed the show, and want to give her one more gift before you end the session.

You make sure that you get a closer view of Momo's butt as you pull your cock out. With every inch, you pull out more and more cum starts dripping on the sheets until the tip is the last thing at remains. Pulling out your tip seems to be the hardest part as her insides don't want to let go. It tries its best to keep a tight grip on you until you hear a popping sound when it finally let's go.

The view of the camera is Momo's gaping hole that longs for your hard cock. Once it realizes that it's no longer there it oozes out your cum, running down her cunt, down to her thighs. You rub the tip of your cock against her folds and her pucker hole, then hear a clicking noise coming from the phone.

"Did she just take a screenshot?" you ask yourself. You take this as a compliment and hold your cock on your hand with a thick coat of cum on love nectar, giving her a better view of your member. *Click… click. You hear the noise again.

"That was amazing… I loved it," as Momo turned around on her back. She grabs the phone and switches the view to get a video of you. She grabs your cock, wrapping her hand around it and giving it a nice squeeze. "Unnie, his cock is so big… I can barely wrap my hand around it." She lowers the view down and shows off a large amount of cum oozing out of her before telling her, "I hope you enjoy the little show. Maybe you can watch us in person next," as she bites her lip.

Jeongyeon immediately hangs out and smacks the phone on the bed. She's frustrated with herself that she stayed and watched those two fuck. She can't believe she even got an orgasm out of it. She looks down, placing her hand back down her shorts, and is still hot. Thinking of what just occurred, she gets her phone once more and goes to her recent phones. She stares at the pictures of your cock as she masturbates again.

#twice smut #kpop smut #male reader #twice momo #momo smut #twice momo smut #TM smut

[najia-cooks]

Acorn squash soup with teriyaki tofu, udon, and curried apple

This recipe takes notes from squash soup and curry udon to produce an autumnal soup that balances fresh and umami flavors. The bright, crisp tartness of the apples combines with the bite and savor of the tofu and the mildly spiced dashi-based broth to create a fun, playful eating experience in which every bite is different.

Recipe under the cut!

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Serves 4.

Ingredients:

For the dashi:

3 cups cool water

8g (3" x 4" piece) kombu

For the tofu and teriyaki sauce (照り焼きのたれ):

14oz medium-firm tofu (木綿豆腐 / momen doufu)

1/3 cup potato starch (or substitute cornstarch)

Neutral oil for frying

2 Tbsp sake

2 Tbsp mirin

2 Tbsp Japanese soy sauce, such as Kikkoman's

1 Tbsp + 1 tsp vegetarian granulated sugar

For a low-alcohol version, substitute mirin with aji-mirin (mirin imitation), or half sugar and half dashi; substitute sake with half rice vinegar and half aji-mirin or sugar.

For the soup:

900g (1 large) acorn or kuri squash

1 small yellow onion, chopped

4 cloves garlic, chopped

1-inch chunk (10g) ginger, chopped

1 Tbsp neutral oil

2 servings (400g) fresh uncooked udon (180g dry; 500g frozen)

1 small Granny Smith apple, cored and thickly sliced

2 tsp kare ko (Japanese curry powder), divided

Salt to taste

Sliced green onion and white sesame seeds, to garnish

Instructions:

For the kombu dashi (昆布だし):

1. Check kombu for mold and wipe off any visible dirt with a damp towel, leaving the white residue. Make a few slits on the edges of the kombu with a pair of kitchen scissors to aid the release of flavor. Decide which kind of dashi to make based on how much time you have.

2. To make cold-brew (水出し / mizudashi) dashi: Soak the kombu in 3 cups of cool water in a covered pot or large bottle in the refrigerator overnight. Remove the kombu and strain; the dashi is ready to use.

3. To make hot-brew dashi (煮出し / nidashi): Optionally, soak the kombu in 3 cups of cool water in a covered pot for 2 hours in a hot environment or up to 5 hours in a cold one. Uncover the pot, place it over medium heat, and allow the water to slowly come to a boil, occasionally skimming the scum from the top of the water with a skimmer or a spoon. Just as the water begins to simmer, remove the kombu and take the pot off heat (the dashi may become slimy and bitter if the kombu is boiled). Strain the dashi; it is ready to use.

Reserve kombu to brew again and make second dashi (二番だし / niban dashi), to simmer with vegetables to make a simmered dish (煮物 / nimono), or to make furikake. It can be sealed in a plastic bag and saved in the fridge for about a week, or in the freezer for several months.

1. Drain tofu, wrap it gently in a kitchen towel, and allow it to sit for about 10 minutes to release water (there is no need to press it).

2. Cut tofu into 1" (2.5cm) cubes and gently toss them in potato or cornstarch (potato starch will yield a crunchier result).

3. Heat about 1/2" (1 cm) of oil in a large pan. Fry tofu, flipping as necessary, until golden brown on all sides. Set aside. (Note that tofu will stick to the bottom just at first; it will release as the starch cooks.)

4. In a large pan (the same one you used to fry the tofu is fine, if you remove the oil), combine tofu, sake, mirin, soy sauce, and sugar. Cook, stirring constantly, until the sauce has thickened to coat the tofu. Be careful not to allow the sugar to burn. Set aside.

For the soup:

1. Prepare the vegetables. Halve the squash lengthwise (through the root) and scoop out the seeds. Peel it with a vegetable peeler or paring knife and cut it into cubes. Peel and chop the onion, garlic, and ginger.

2. Heat oil on medium-high in a large pot until spluttering. Add onions and a pinch of salt and fry, stirring frequently, until softened and translucent. Add garlic and ginger and fry for another minute, until no longer raw-smelling.

3. Add 1/2 tsp curry powder and stir to combine. Add the cubed squash and sauté, stirring occasionally, for a few minutes.

4. Add dashi and another 1/2 tsp curry powder. Cover and raise heat to high to bring to a boil. Reduce to a low simmer and cook for aboute 15 minutes, until squash is very tender.

5. Remove from heat and allow to cool slightly. Blend contents of the pot with an immersion blender, or in a blender or food processor, until liquid and even in texture. Cover.

For the udon:

1. Bring a large pot of unsalted water to a rolling boil. Shake excess starch off of the noodles and add them to the pot.

2. Cook, stirring occasionally with chopsticks or a pasta spoon, until the noodles are cooked through and no longer taste raw. This will take 10-13 minutes for fresh or dried noodles, and 13-15 minutes for frozen. If your frozen noodles are parboiled, they will only need to be blanched for 30 seconds to a minute: be sure to read the package instructions.

The noodles should be slippery and neither hard in the center (if dried) or mushy on the outside, but firm and “koshi” (こし or コシ; “with body,” “al dente”).

3. Drain and rinse with cold water to halt cooking and rinse off excess starch. Set aside.

For the tofu:

1. Drain tofu, wrap it gently in a kitchen towel, and allow it to sit for about 10 minutes to release water (there is no need to press it).

2. Cut tofu into 1" (2.5cm) cubes and gently toss them in potato or cornstarch (potato starch will yield a crunchier result).

3. Heat about 1/2" (1 cm) of oil in a large pan. Fry tofu, flipping as necessary, until golden brown on all sides. Set aside. (Note that tofu will stick to the bottom just at first; it will release as the starch cooks.)

4. In a large pan (the same one you used to fry the tofu is fine, if you remove the oil), combine tofu, sake, mirin, soy sauce, and sugar. Cook, stirring constantly, until the sauce has thickened to coat the tofu. Be careful not to allow the sugar to burn. Set aside.

For the apples:

1. Wash and cut apples into slices about 1/2" (1 cm) thick. Coat them in the remaining curry powder.

2. Heat margarine in a large pan on medium until melted and sizzling. Reduce heat to low and add apple slices in a single layer. Fry, flipping once, until slightly softened and browned on both sides. You still want a bit of bite to them!

To assemble:

1. Reheat the broth on the stovetop. Submerge the noodles in a pot of hot water for about 30 seconds to warm. Divide noodles into individual serving bowls and cover with broth, apples, tofu, sliced green onion, and sesame seeds.

#vegan cooking #recipes #vegetarian recipes #Japanese #American #fusion #squash #acorn squash #kuri sqash #udon #soups #apple #tofu

[indigostarfire]

Episode 7 begins with a dream sequence…

and it is a representation of the internal changes and healing that is going on within Yutaka.

Yutaka is dreaming that his child-self is sick with a fever. Although we don’t see his face, when the brother walks into his room, I think “Oh no what is that jerk-for-a-brother gonna do to Yutaka?!” But we see this dream-version brother gently and kindly patting his head. Then child-Yutaka says “Minoru.”

The scene then switches to present day reality where we see that Minoru is indeed patting Yutaka’s head. And ahh how wonderful. Yutaka’s painful past as a child is being over-written with a different experience. In the dream, Yutaka is experiencing a kind touch. And even though the adult Yutaka doesn’t know whose gentle and comforting touch it is, his child-self does know and that touch fills him with loving warmth and comfort. This is the effect the Ueda’s are having on Yutaka. All their interactions are healing the wounds from Yutaka’s past, and it’s re-writing and changing how his inner child feels about family.

All those joyful moments cooking together, eating together, talking with each other at the Ueda’s dining table was most likely a first for Yutaka. The contrast between the two families is stark. Yutaka’s older “brother” views him as an unwanted intruder. So Yutaka basically experiences a completely different reality with the Ueda’s.

I mean look at how sensitive Minoru’s dad is, keeping Tane busy with kneading clay so that Yutaka and Minoru could have the time to talk with one another. What a great wingman! The dad is no doubt shipping the two of them.

Thanks to Minoru’s gentle prodding in episode 6, Yutaka, hiding behind the drawing, is able to speak about his pained childhood. It was probably the first time Yutaka could speak about his pain to anyone. It took so much courage to speak about it that Yutaka couldn’t even look at Minoru face to face when he talks about his childhood. We see Yukata is able to put the drawing down and look at Minoru only when he’s talking about after he grew up.

Yutaka divulges even more to Minoru, and this scene is so touching. Even after he grew up and moved out and had friends, Yutaka felt like he was missing something. He didn’t know his “real parents’ flavor.” He couldn’t remember what the food tasted like once he started eating alone. But he did taste the “yasashii (kind) flavor” of Minoru’s mother’s yuzu udon. “I’m still scared of eating with people at the dining table. But meeting you two and eating together, I’m happy for the first time since I was born. Thank you.”

It is every single happy moment Yutaka has with the Ueda’s that contributes to his ability to even have the courage to share his wounded childhood with Minoru. Together they have created a different reality, a new foundation of what family interactions at the dining table can look like and be for Yutaka. And now he’s even considering eating with his aunt, uncle, and “brother.”

Don’t get me started on how sweet and caring Tane is with our tearful Yutaka. There is so much heartfelt gratitude and love Yutaka has for Tane in their hug. This show is so sweet and beautiful. I could go on for days about it. Our Dining Table is literally showing us how the power of love and kindness can be a profound healing influence that can heal one’s wounded psyche.

Of course they just have to leave us with a kiss at the very end so we have to wait another week to find out Minoru’s story about when they first met. I can’t wait.

#our dining table #bokura no shokutaku #dream sequence #analysis #mlite reflections

[texas-writes]

Remember Summer Days

Every year you were in college you studied abroad for the second half of the year. As a cultural studies major you had been sent to many interesting places, including Hong Kong, Iran, and Iceland. Your senior year was no different, but a pit settled in your stomach nonetheless when your professor had informed you that you were selected to go to Japan.

The days leading up to your departure felt like a fever dream. A haze of chaos and doubts. A convoluted hope clinging to the back of your mind. When you finally reach your host family's house (the nearby campus had no available dorms) you’re surprised to find that the woman hosting you is American. She politely introduces herself to you as Holly and then leads you to your room, showing you around your temporary home in the process.

You had ended up passing out of the futon in your room, finally being overtaken by the stress and jet lag. Holly wakes you up some time later, I forming you that dinner is ready and her son will be home from work too.

You’re shocked to see the spread of Japanese food before you. So she wasn’t kidding when she had said she knew what she was doing. You and Holly chat back and forth about nothing while you begin fixing your plates to give her son time to return, and sure enough he’s back before you’re done plating your udon.

“Mom! I’m home,” a familiar voice calls, but you can’t quite place it.

“Hi Jojo! We’re in the dining room. We waited on you.”

“Oh is the exchange student finally-“ as he opens the door, drawing your attention, allowing him to see your face for the first time in more than three years, he drops his bag and rushes towards you, his arms outstretched.

You rise and open your arms to him as well, taking him into your arms and squeezing him like you’ll never let go.

“Oh! You kids know each other,” Holly questions, a confused look furrowing her brows.

“Yeah, she was traveling with the old man and I when we were in Egypt.”

“Okay,” she replies cheerfully, returning her attention to her plate.

When you finally pull away from Jotaro you have to fight the urge to kiss him then and there, so you ignore each other. Eating dinner silently, the silence was suffocating. You wanted nothing more than to be in his arms again, but if things went right, you’d have half a year with him. The thought thrilled you.

After dinner you had gone to finish unpacking, falling into bed when you were done. A rumbling in your chest startles you and you look over to see Star Platinum crouching beside your stand, Dark Lady, scratching the top of her head as she rubbed her cheek on his knee. You hadn’t used your stand hardly at all since you had left Egypt. You had almost completely forgotten about her.

After just a few more minutes of Star’s petting you had drifted off to sleep, leaving Star Platinum dozing in the corner with Dark Lady already curled up in his lap, purring in her sleep.

The next week you’re too busy with school to see much of Jotaro, but Star Platinum came to you every night, wrapping his massive body around yours, holding you while you slept, while Dark Lady spent the night curled up beside Jotaro’s head.

Finally that Saturday you and him were both completely free. He had taken you out to lunch and the two of you had ended up laying on the floor in his room, staring up at the ceiling and catching up.

You were hesitant with each other, only sparing the most chaste of touches, fingers drifting together only to repel like magnets. Love for him still pulled at your chest, but you were basically strangers again.

This time you had made the first move, letting yourself into Jotaro’s room in the middle of the night and putting yourself in Dark Lady’s place. He was surprised to find you there the next morning, but it wasn’t an unpleasant one.

It was then that he kissed you for the first time since you had parted all those years ago. It was still familiar, the way his lips pressed against yours, your tongue running along his lower lip before pushing past his teeth to explore his mouth. He moaned softly at the new sensation and pulled away, rolling you to face him before kissing you again, gripping your thigh with his large hand and leading your leg to rest on his hip.

You move to rest on top of him, your legs straddling one of his massive thighs. He had grown since you had seen him last, he was larger than you before, but now he was a giant in every way possible. One of his hands comes up to tangle in your hair and pull you closer to him while the other guides your hips to roll against him.

The sensation sends jolts through your body, making Jotaro want nothing more than to join his body with yours, but he wants to savor it as well. He wants to take it slow, so he starts by pulling your shorts to the side so that there’s nothing dividing you from his leg. He uses the rolling of your hips and the rippling of his muscles to get you to the edge of an orgasm. When he feels your legs trembling on either side of his, he grabs you by the waist, rolling you onto your back and shoving his face between your legs.

His mouth was warm against your dripping cunt, the wet ministrations of his tongue soothing the ache that the friction of riding his leg had spread through your clit. First he focuses his attention on your entrance, his tongue feeling around and making you squirm, small whimpers falling from your lips whenever the tip of his nose bumped against your clit.

He then replaces his tongue with his fingers, gently pushing two inside you and curling them gently. His mouth then goes to your clit, lapping at it with fervor before wrapping his lips around you and sucking, making you bite down on the back of your hand to muffle your cries as your legs widen to give him more space.

This time, when your legs begin shaking, he ignores it, pushing you further and further until your trembling thighs are squeezing his head, your hands clawing at his shoulders, desperately trying to get away from the stimulation he was bringing you. He finally pulls away when you let out a choked sob and pull his hair so hard his eyes water. When he looks up at you his hair is a spiky mess and his chin is glistening with your juices.

“C’mere,” you urge, tugging his arm to encourage him to come towards you.

Jotaro obliges and you lock you lips with his, not caring how strongly they taste of your essence. You slide your hand in the waistband of his boxers to rest on his hip, encouraging him to remove them.

He does, and before you can guide him, he’s already on top of you, sliding in and letting his cock get used to the feeling of being inside you again. He revels in every second of it, the way you whisper his name, the way you move against him, the feeling of your tongue in his mouth. It’s too much for him to bear and before he can stop himself he’s pounding into you, kneading the flesh of your thighs as he uses them for leverage. He allows himself to relax, his primal grunts becoming weak moans as he ruts into you.

You whine as he pulls one of your legs against his chest, adjusting his angle slightly so that he’s rubbing against your clit with every thrust. As you reach your second orgasms, he pulls out, cumming across your stomach and falling into place beside you.

“I still love you Jojo,” you whisper, bumping your forehead against his.

“I still love you too,” he replies, pulling a quilt over the both of you. “Now let’s get some rest.”

When Holly comes in to tell Jotaro that dinner’s ready, she finds the two of you to be a tangle of limbs and the quilt, but chooses to ignore it for her own sake.

#smut #jjba #jojos bizarre adventure #angst #jotaro x reader #fanfic #stardust crusaders #Starcrossed Crusaders

[weepingfromacedartree]

Ten Milestones: Grief

Hi friends! Chapter 4 is now live.

This chapter gets pretty dark, so here are a few TWs if needed: 1) loss of a parent 2) toxic family dynamics 3) brief mention of illicit drug use

Ok if I didn't scare you off... enjoy!

“Oh.” 

When Colin’s eyebrows shoot downwards, Penelope feels a familiar pang of disappointment start to well inside her. Once again, she fears their game has already reached its conclusion. But before her disappointment can even settle…

“This article is making it glaringly apparent that we have been ready for marriage for a very long time.”

Nerves settling back down…

“What does it say?”

“Number Three: Handling Grief Together. In cultures all around the world, the first step of marriage is making a vow to support one another through all things, including (and up until) death. While it may not be a joyful time in your lives, undergoing the grieving process alongside your partner will be an illuminating experience. After all, nothing can test (or perhaps even strengthen) a bond quite like the unforeseeable, unavoidable onslaught of grief.

Penelope sits with her jaw hanging open. 

The two of them are no strangers to grief in its most unforeseeable nature. There is no denying that they can cross this milestone off their list. But god… 

Does that even matter, if the game is bollocks to begin with?

“There is no way ‘death’ is on that list of yours.”

“See for yourself.” 

Colin throws her his phone from where he sits on the other end of the rug. Penelope just barely manages to save it from flying directly into a container of udon noodles. She scans the text and…

There it is. Word for bloody word.

“And it’s not my list,” Colin gently reminds her, now reaching for those noodles. 

“There is no way grief can possibly be considered a prerequisite for marriage.” 

“Again, I didn’t write this article, Penelope. But as somewhat of an expert on grief myself, I’m inclined to agree with the marriage expert on—”

“I’m not saying grief isn’t a valuable test of a relationship,” she clarifies. “Obviously, it is. I just — I don’t understand how this can be the third milestone. It seems like a rather spontaneous life event.” 

Colin leans forward to extricate his phone from Penelope’s gesticulating hands (most likely fearing that it will go flying across the room at any moment).  

“I don’t believe these are meant to be chronological, love.” 

It’s starting to feel that way, she realises, but does not deem pressing enough to voice aloud. 

“I know,” she mumbles, placing both hands flat against her knees. “What I’m trying to say is that there is no way to plan for this supposed milestone. You can buy a goldfish or meet up with friends any day of the week. What if you’re engaged and neither of you have lost a loved one during the course of your relationship?” 

They just stare at each other for a moment. Then, at once… 

“Wait it out?” “Murder someone?”

Colin nearly howls with laughter. “Penelope!” 

Penelope, in turn, removes her hands from her knees just so she can bury her head in them. 

(Murder jokes always sound funnier in one’s own head.)

“Well…” she mumbles into her palms. “It’s a good thing we’re both members of the Dead Dads Club.” 

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Ten Years Earlier: December 1st, 2013

Relationship Status: Old Friends

꙳

15 Grosvenor Street has never been a place that Penelope has associated with particular joy. Perhaps it’s the size of it — the vast, utterly unnecessary size of it. There are rooms here that have remained vacant since the day her family moved in, if not longer. There are some shadows that never lift from their corners, no matter what time of day it is. The entire estate is structured with long, arching hallways that carry noise loudly and silence even louder. All her life, it has always felt so…

Empty.

15 Grosvenor Street has never been a place that Penelope has associated with particular joy. Perhaps that makes it the perfect venue for her father’s wake.

Today is actually the most full she’s ever seen the place. There are at least a hundred neighbours, old business associates, and red-headed cousins mingling in the halls. They’re walking slowly, talking softly, chewing on the catered finger food. Most of them pass by Penelope with some combination of compassion and pity painted on their faces. She keeps her own head down, preemptively barring herself from whatever kind words of condolence they think they should be giving her today; she doesn’t want them. 

There’s really only one person Penelope can bear speaking to right now. Thankfully, she was the first one to arrive this morning.

“I’m here, Pen. For whatever you need.” 

In a shadowed corner, out of view of any nosy guests, Penelope feels a tear roll down her cheek and drop onto her best friend’s shoulder. 

“Thank you, El. I —” She sniffs. “Thanks for — for just being here.” 

Eloise tightens her hold, pressing her arms even more firmly into Penelope’s back. The wool fabric of her sweater tickles Penelope’s nose, causing her to sniff a few times more. 

“Oh god, Pen. Please, you — don’t thank me for that. Today is…” 

When Eloise’s voice trails off, she squeezes Penelope a bit closer. She lets out a sigh that Penelope can feel in her own chest. 

“Today is going to be the fucking worst. Which sounds awful, but it’s just the bloody truth of it. I wish I could shield you from the heartache and the misery and all the people here encroaching on your grief, but…”

But I can’t. No one could. Eloise doesn’t say that part out loud, but Penelope hears it, nonetheless. 

“I’d do anything, just to help you through it.” 

More tears well up and fall down as Eloise whispers these last few words. Internally, Penelope thanks god that she had ignored her mother’s suggestions and forewent applying any makeup this morning. Once her eyes dry and her cheeks return to their usual shade of pink, there will be no evidence of her messy grief.  

Ignoring her best friend’s orders, Penelope whispers another quiet, teary “Thank you” into Eloise’s shoulder.

“Of course. And I don’t just mean today. If you need anything in the next two weeks, just call and I’ll be out of Cambridge before you can even hang up.” 

“No, no,” Penelope mutters as sternly as she can manage, finally pulling herself out of the embrace to look Eloise in the eye. “But you have to stay at uni this week. You already came home too often last week.”

“That’s not —”

“Plus, I have to go back to class tomorrow anyway.” 

“Wait, really?” Eloise’s lips twist into an expression caught somewhere between disbelief and disgust. “Your father just died, surely they can afford you more than a single week of bereavement.” 

In truth, she probably could get more time off if she wanted it. The problem is that she just doesn’t want it. 

School has always been a welcome distraction from the painful things in Penelope’s life. Grief is no different.

“Yeah, you know… timing and all.” She squeezes Eloise’s shoulder one last time before letting go of it completely. “But I’ll be fine. The term will be over in two weeks and I can go back to grieving then.” 

Something akin to pity flashes on Eloise’s face; Penelope has the sudden urge to avert her eyes. 

“I suppose I could be persuaded to stay away for a few days, but Colin might be harder to convince.” 

At the sound of his name, Penelope’s heart skips a beat. 

It shouldn’t. Really, it shouldn't. Even if she and him aren’t as close as they used to be — they’re still in each other’s lives. She’s seen him nearly every day this week. He’s still her best friend’s brother, so his name is hardly an infrequent presence in conversations like this. And yet…

And yet, just the mention of his name is enough to get her. 

“What do you mean?” Penelope finally manages to ask. 

Eloise shrugs. 

“He was so insistent about coming home this week. You know, not as much as me, but…” 

She shrugs again. 

“I wanted to take the train back and forth between home and uni — probably would have been faster, given how Grandpa Bridgerton drives. But no. All week, he just kept insisting on driving me himself.”

“Oh.” 

Penelope turns away from Eloise and peers into the next room over, where a small group of mourners are mingling. And as if she summoned him from thin air…

“Pen.” 

He looks nice. He looks sad, but still nice. He’s wearing a suit with an actual tie. His jacket is a little big on him, making him appear a bit smaller and a bit younger than he really is. He also happens to be wearing a smile on his lips, although it’s barely a shadow of the one he usually dons. 

He looks nice. 

“Colin.” 

She accompanies his name with a little nod of her head. She nearly thanks him for coming, but realises at the last second that such formalities are unnecessary. Even if they aren’t as close as they used to be. 

“I’m so sorry.” His voice is lower now that he’s right beside her. “I was standing over there eating a miniature quiche and I — I just realised that I forgot to tell you something earlier in the week.” 

Penelope waits with bated breath. Colin pauses for dramatic effect. Eloise rolls her eyes.

“And that is?” she butts in from beside them, a petulant sting to her voice. Colin does not even bother to look at his sister. Instead, he holds his right hand out towards Penelope.

“Welcome to the Dead Dads Club. It sucks.” 

Eloise smacks him in the gut. “You fucking imb—” she starts, but is interrupted by the quiet, deafening sound of Penelope’s laughter. 

“Thank you, Colin,” she says in earnest. She shakes his outstretched hand, but tentatively so; her fingers just barely linger on his. 

He opens his mouth to say something else, but is interrupted by someone new walking into their already cramped corner. 

“Mum’s looking for you.” 

Not for the first time today, Penelope’s stomach drops. 

“Thanks Pru. I’ll be right there.” 

Penelope spares one last glance towards Eloise and Colin before turning to leave. Her face is marked by compassion. His, concern. 

“I, um — I’ll be right back.”

꙳ ꙳ ꙳

Portia is mad, which is neither unexpected nor surprising on a morning like this. Penelope did expect it, long before she was called into this room to bear witness. But now that she’s here… she’s not quite sure why.

Portia is standing behind her late husband’s desk, shoulders hunched and hands planted firmly on its cluttered surface. She’s talking quickly — loudly, voicing aloud every little grievance that is plaguing her. The caterer was late. The flowers are too white. The house is a mess. Prudence’s hair is too festive. Documents are missing. Archie is — was an idiot. The funeral arrangements weren’t arranged properly. The neighbours are —

Suffice to say, there is a lot for Portia to grieve over this morning. But very few of those grievances have anything to do with her youngest daughter. 

(Occasionally, Portia will throw out a “Penelope, stop fiddling with your skirt,” or a “Penelope, sit up straight,” or a “Penelope, stop scowling — do you want to look like a pug?” But she hardly thinks any of those fleeting observations justify her presence here.) 

It takes several minutes for Penelope to understand the why. The reason she was called into this room in the first place. It has nothing to do with any particular grievance her mother has with her or anyone else. No, it’s all of it. 

Penelope was called in here because Portia had a million things to say and needed someone to listen. To sit and nod and absorb just a little bit of that grief from her. (Someone with a less festive hairdo than Prudence, by the sound of it.)

On the other side of the room, receding into the corner of her father’s dusty leather couch, Penelope does as she’s expected. Mostly. 

She listens. She sits. She nods. She absorbs. She tries her absolute hardest to remain in this room and hanging on to her mother’s every word… but that’s not an easy task on a morning like this.  

There’s a game that Penelope plays when things get especially bad between her and her mother — when she finds herself on the receiving end of her mother’s harsh words and feels herself beginning to come undone. She goes back in time. She reminds herself of all of the good her mother has done for her over the years.

When Portia was engaged to Archie (and approximately 6 weeks pregnant with Prudence), she made sure that their prenuptial agreement contained a special trust for their children. One established specifically to fund their future tuitions to the best schools in the country. One that would be impossible for Archie (or even herself) to touch.

When Penelope was nine, Portia signed her up for her own library card (after realising how miserable her youngest daughter was, spending her summer holidays without purpose). For the majority of that summer, Penelope was able to visit the Mayfair Library unaccompanied as often as it pleased her. 

When Penelope was thirteen, Portia temporarily lifted the “rodent ban” from the Featherington household. For two whole months, they fostered a little white dog; Penelope took care of it like the responsible adult she promised her mother she could be. 

When Penelope was sixteen, Portia allowed her to go to Cheltenham for Sixth Form with Eloise, rather than going to a less expensive, less complicated school in London. 

When Penelope turned eighteen, Portia bought her a dress that was decidedly not yellow. 

This game — this retrospective on her mother’s goodness — has become increasingly ineffective over the years. This morning, it fails Penelope. It had been intended to counteract the sting of Portia’s acidic words, but none of these memories are sweet enough to do the trick. 

She can’t think of Portia’s good deeds without also thinking of the other side of the coin. She can’t help it. Every light has a shadow, and Penelope’s mind has always had a proclivity towards darkness.

How Penelope was only able to go to Cheltenham because there was more money than expected left in the educational trust. Because her sisters’ did not take full advantage of the funds. How Portia appears unable to acknowledge Penelope’s academic success without disparaging her sisters’ beneath the same breath. 

How Penelope’s library card was revoked before the end of that summer due to a water-logged copy of Peter and Wendy. How Portia insisted that the incident was Penelope’s fault, even after Philipa confessed to putting it in the wash. That Penelope should have protected the borrowed book better. That Penelope needed to learn her lesson by staying put at home for the rest of the summer. 

How Portia gave the little white dog to his forever home while Penelope was across the street at Eloise’s house. How it never once occurred to her mother that Penelope would have wanted to say goodbye to the “rodent.” 

How — two days before she left for Cheltenham — Portia casually commented that things would be easier for everyone once Penelope was away at school. 

How Portia handed her that black dress and told her it would be more “slimming” than the clothes she usually wears. 

The good and the bad and the indifference of Penelope’s mother are all twisted together and rooted deep inside her. This game has lost all its meaning; she can’t divorce the darkness from the light any longer. 

Back in her father’s study — back in the corner of this smelly old couch, Penelope feels tears start well in her eyes yet again. By some grace of god, they stay put there. For now, at least. 

“Penelope! My god — are you even listening to me?!” 

꙳ ꙳ ꙳

I, um — I’ll be right back.

Colin wanted to follow Penelope from the instant those words tumbled off her lips. He would have, if not for Eloise, who had kept him rooted in his place. (Literally. She used her freakishly strong hands to prevent him from following after Penelope.)

“Would it be possible for you to get your foot out of your mouth and back into your funeral loafers?” Her words had been punctuated by a swift kick to the ankle. “I can assist, if necessary.”  

He had brushed his sister off. Unsuccessfully so, but he eventually lost her by the refreshment table when Danbury cornered them. 

Now Colin walks alone, footsteps treading lightly across the Featherington’s creaky floorboards. He’s listening, but there isn’t much to hear. 

The unusual thing about wakes is that they can be empty or crowded, but they can never be loud. People talk — they murmur, they cry — but never at a volume that exceeds a solemn hush. There are outliers (typically small children, the occasional drunk, and the impolitely anguished), but they are easy to spot and quick to stifle back into silence. Colin first noted this phenomenon at his own father’s wake; the theory holds true to this day.

Colin hates this type of quiet. He’s hated it since that morning in August eleven years ago. Today, though, he should be grateful for it. Without it, he wouldn’t be able to spot the outlier so easily. 

“god — are you even listening to me?!” are the last words he hears before swinging the study doors open. 

Portia and Penelope are on the other side. Needless to say, neither woman looks as though they were expecting his entrance. Aside from the obvious shock, Portia’s face is tinged by anger. Penelope’s just looks broken, like she’s cracking at the edges, by her eyes and her mouth. 

“Shite! Sorry. I thought this was the door for the loo.” 

As the bullshit falls off his tongue, Colin turns his entire body towards Penelope, who’s currently wedged into the corner of the couch. Getting a better look at her now, he can tell that she’s trying quite hard not to cry.

The realisation kills him. Nevertheless, he does his best to maintain the smile on his face.

“Oh, Pen! I was looking for you. Could I steal you away for a—”

“You were looking for my daughter in the loo, Mr. Bridgerton?”

Good god. I’m really off my game today.

“Uh —”

“Yes. You two go,” Portia cuts in again. She runs a hand across her creased brow. “I have… matters to attend to.” 

Penelope stands from her spot and, without a second thought, Colin’s hand goes to the small of her back. He leads her into the hall, away from her mother. 

꙳ ꙳ ꙳

It isn’t until Penelope steps one foot onto the balcony that she realises she hasn’t left her house at all today. She hadn’t even looked out a window long enough to take in the state of the weather. 

It’s one of those mornings that makes it seem as though London has been engulfed in a cloud. Everywhere you look, it’s grey. You can feel the air on your skin. You can extend your arm out in front of you and barely be able to make out your fingers. With this view…

They could be in Mayfair. They could be on a different planet. It wouldn’t make a difference. 

Looking down, Penelope retrieves the lighter and little white box stashed in the pocket of her skirt. She takes out one cigarette — because the air isn’t grey enough as it is.

“Since when do you smoke?” Colin asks, looking down at her hands with a confused crease to his brow. 

With a shrug, she answers, “Cheltenham.” She crosses what little threshold exists between them to offer him one of the few remaining sticks in the pack. 

“No. Thanks, but… I’m trying to cut back, myself.” Then, after Penelope sets it alight and takes one singular draw, he plucks the cigarette from her hands and raises it to his lips. 

“Better for us both, if we share.” 

Penelope scoffs. It’s almost like a laugh, but not quite. 

“I — I don’t smoke that often. I just…”

“Yeah, I know. Dead dads and all.” 

After a stilted breath of smoke, Colin hands her the cigarette back. She can’t bring herself to raise it to her lips — not yet, at least. She keeps it situated between her index and middle fingers. 

For longer than what either of them deems comfortable, silence and smoke hang in the air between them. 

This is the first time they’ve been alone together all week. They saw each other almost every day, but always with others around. Eloise was almost always between them, hanging onto her best friend like a literal life preserver. 

Colin had wanted a moment alone with her all week. To talk. To comfort. To just be. But the more he thinks of it, the more apparent (and alarming) it is, that they have not been alone together in a very long time.

He clears his throat. 

“How are you?” 

His words are purposeful. He says it in a way that makes it clear to Penelope that he actually wants to know the answer. That he expects a real response.

“Good,” she says automatically. Then, she runs a hand over her brow. “I mean — not good, obviously. That was a stupid thing to say.”

“In fairness, it was a bloody stupid question to ask at your father’s wake.” 

“It was not a stupid question,” she insists. 

“Perhaps. But it was a question I already knew the answer to.” 

It felt nice to be asked, she almost says. When she doesn’t say anything, Colin begins to ramble. 

“I mean, it’s a rather shitty time for your father to die. With term ending and all. Then the holidays —”

“Is there a good time for one’s father to die?” 

Penelope’s question was asked in earnest. With another person, it would have probably made the rest of this conversation immensely awkward for both parties. But not here. Not with them. 

“No,” Colin answers, shrugging lightly. “But there are certainly worse times than others.” 

Penelope nods, then takes another drag. 

He’s right, she immediately realises. There are times when it’s easier for a parent to pass, and there are times when it is harder. Eighteen is a hard time to lose your father, but nine is harder. 

That’s not what Colin had meant. Penelope knows it’s not what he meant. And yet… she can’t help but compare their circumstances. It’s a game she’s played all her life. 

The Bridgertons adored their father. They still do. They’re the type of family to say things like, “He’s been gone over a decade, and yet I can still feel his presence in this room with us tonight.” The Featheringtons aren’t that type of family. There were times when Penelope’s father sat two feet away from her, and it felt as though he wasn’t present in the home at all. 

Penelope loved her father. She still does. But the loss she feels today is inherently different than that Colin felt — feels for his own father. She lost a person that she never really knew. That she’ll never get to know. 

“Speaking of term…” Colin says softly, pulling her out of her mental fog just as quickly as he pulls the cigarette from its precarious position between her fingers. “Is UCL still treating you well?”

“Oh. Uh — yes.”

“Meaning… El hasn’t convinced you to transfer to Cambridge yet?”

Penelope’s face changes — the faintest hint of a smile hidden away on an otherwise somber face. 

“Not yet. But certainly not due to lack of trying.”

“Damn.” 

The corner of Penelope’s lips ticks upward again, which Colin takes as a sign. 

“I’m going to say something mad and — the more I think about it — terribly narcissistic. But only because it’s so insane that it may force you to focus on how idiotic I am and thus, distract you from everything else for a moment.”

Intrigued, Penelope steals the stick back and says, “I believe explaining your motivation will undermine the intended outcome. But go on.”

“You know how you’ve been long-considered a part of the Bridgerton family?”

Her face flushes. Not embarrassingly red — she doesn’t have enough life left in her today for that to be possible. But it’s just enough for her to instinctually turn her head to the side, farther out of his view. 

“Sure.”

“I feel like this is my fault. Actually — Eloise’s fault, since she was the one to initially bring you into this family.” 

“What are —”

“That the universe agreed with us and decided that the only way to officially make you a Bridgerton is by giving you a tragic ‘dead father’ backstory. To join the Dead Dad Club, if you will.”

Penelope laughs, if for nothing else but the sheer irony of his statement. 

“My father was pushing 60 and had a diet consisting of meat, beer, and sweets. I don’t believe his heart attack qualifies as a ‘tragic backstory.’” 

(She also learned from eavesdropping on her mum and Mrs. Varley that there was a considerable amount of cocaine on the desk where he had keeled over and died. Penelope does not feel it necessary to voice this part aloud, though.)

“Don’t blame yourself,” she tells him, quieter now. Unprompted, she passes him the cigarette again. She can see out of the corner of her eye that he looks guilty. 

“Sorry. For, uh — for joking around so much today.” 

“Don’t apologise,” she responds quickly. “Everyone else has been so… serious. I think my head will explode if another person pats me on the back and insists that ‘everything happens for a reason.’” 

She steals the cigarette back before he has the chance to take a draw. She doesn’t raise it to her lips, either. 

She turns her head so she can fully look him in the eyes when she says, “I appreciate your attempts to distract me. From everything.” 

She waits for his gaze to drop from hers, but it doesn’t. 

“You know, I felt the same way when my dad died. I heard a thousand ‘everything happens for a reason’s and each one tasted like dogshit. In hindsight, I suppose I should have had a bit more compassion for all the adults trying to console me during that time; no one knows what to say to a child when their father drops dead. But god… I didn’t want their consolation. I didn’t want any of it.” 

When Colin’s voice trails off, Penelope nearly offers him the cigarette once more. If nothing else, just to feel the warmth of his skin for that split second before she passes the stick onto him. But she doesn’t. She keeps her hands rested on the railing in front of them. 

“But… none of us kids knew how to act when our father dropped dead either. I was nine, and I could still tell that everyone was acting weird. I could tell that my mom was a mess. That Anthony felt like he had to step into the father-shaped shadow our dad left behind. That Benedict — arguably the weirdest motherfucker of us all — was just trying to be normal. To act like he always did, Joking around and keeping us younger kids entertained and distracted while our lives were falling apart. It…”

Colin sighs, a shuddering breath lost in the smoke and the fog all around them. 

“It took me a long time to realise that, actually. That Ben did all of that for us. That no one can just be themselves when their father unexpectedly dies. Your sense of self is just — it’s torn away from you when something like that happens.” 

Finally, his eyes flicker away from Penelope’s. Just for a moment. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean —” 

“No. I — I get that,” Penelope insists, desperate to interrupt any further apologies from someone so unqualified for the task. “I haven’t felt like myself since I got that call from my mum. Ironically, I’ve sort of felt like a ghost this whole week. Just drifting around from room to room. Like I’m looking for something I lost but — for the life of me — can’t remember what.” 

It doesn’t hit her until this very moment — in the middle of the least normal conversation she’s ever entertained — that this is the most normal things have felt between her and Colin in years. 

“Eventually, you’ll find it.” 

“What?” she asks, her mind seemingly operating on a delay after that realisation.

“That thing. Whatever it is that allows you to stop drifting around and actually move forward in life. You’ll find it again.”

That seems impossible to her now, but she doesn’t dare debate him on the subject. Instead, she simply nods. 

Still quite lightheaded, Penelope turns away from Colin and back to the grey fog in front of them. She places both hands against the railing again and watches her cigarette continue to dwindle away from her. 

After what feels like a lifetime of silently standing beside each other, Penelope turns her head again. 

“We —” should go back inside, she means to say. But Colin cuts her off. 

“I miss you, Pen. I miss how close we used to be. I feel like… Like we’ve grown apart since we were kids.” 

This is true, and they both know it. 

At some point over the last two years and three months, Colin and Penelope had transitioned from “friends” to “old friends.” During this time, they rarely spoke when away from one another (which just so happened to be the majority of the year). When together… 

Things were different. Their time together was limited and often interrupted by others. Their schedules went out of sync. Their conversations did not pick up in that natural way they always used to do. The two of them had, in fact, grown apart.

To Colin, this had seemed like a natural shift in their friendship. He had gone away to Cambridge, she to Cheltenham. He never blamed the physical distance itself, but the paths each of them had taken — they were simply at different stages in their lives. He had school and new friends and a future to focus on. And even if she kept most of the details to herself, he knew that Penelope had her own life to focus on at Cheltenham. On the nights he felt loneliest — when he really, really wanted to pick up the phone and call her — it was a comfort to Colin. To know that she did not have time for him, either. 

But to Penelope, this change was not a shift as much as it was a decision. After what he said on that night in August… 

She had never intended to hurt him. Or to exile him from her life forever. She just couldn’t continue on as she was — being his favourite person and that not being enough for him to see her as anything more than a friend. She had to put up a wall between them. To draw a line and to never to cross it. Even if it meant losing the company of her favourite person. 

The distance had helped. It really did. It allowed her to move on. To stop dreaming of a perfect person — one who never existed. But as he stands inches away from her now… that distance doesn’t help one bit. 

His sincerity stings. 

“That’s not true.” She drops her gaze from his. It’s an obvious tell that she’s deluding the actual truth, but she doesn’t have the willpower to try and hide it. “We were close during secondary.”

“Secondary school?” he echoes back, questioningly. 

Panic instantly fills Penelope’s chest. She knows that her eternal crush on him made her perspective on things less than an objective reality, but surely —

“We were friends then, weren’t we?”

“Of course,” Colin says, a reassuring quickness to his words. “We’re still friends now. I just meant…” He chuckles to himself. “We were still kids back in secondary.” 

The panic starts to drift out of Penelope’s chest. Slowly, but she can feel it go.

“Oh.” She looks away again. Her eyes gaze forlornly at the blank grey space ahead of them. “I still feel like a kid now.” 

Colin lets out one last chuckle. 

“I know what you mean.”

Her eyes are fixed on the cigarette between her fingers. It’s holding on for dear life, whittled down to almost nothing. 

Two years and three months ago, on the heels of her worst nightmare, Penelope made a decision. She put up a wall between Colin and herself, believing it was harder having him as a friend than nothing at all. 

For two years and three months, she did everything in her power to avoid being alone with him. She ignored every urge to call him, just to hear his voice. She kissed boys who were not Colin Bridgerton. She found ways to distract her wandering mind. She moved on.

But now…

Now her father’s dead and she’s not getting him back. Colin’s standing right beside her, and — for the life of her — she can’t delude herself into believing this is better than what they once shared. 

Today, drifting in a cloud in the middle of Mayfair, Penelope makes a new decision. 

“I miss you too. I thi—” 

She pauses. She takes a breath. She summons all the strength her tired heart can muster up. 

“I want us to be in each other’s lives again. Like we used to be.”

But it won’t be like it used to be. Penelope knows this for a fact, even as Colin smiles and says something sweet and wraps his arm around her shoulder. Just like he used to. 

She used to repeat ten words back to herself when living in such close proximity to Colin Bridgerton became too much to bear. But those silly little words have since been replaced by ten new ones.

He’ll never love you the way you want him to. 

An assumption. 

I would never date Penelope. Not in a million years.

A fact. One she will never forget. One she needed to hear. One that could save their friendship — for real, this time.

“We should go back inside,” she eventually says, but makes no attempt at slipping out of his hold. “My mum will be…” 

Looking for me. 

Fuming. 

Off her fucking head. 

Seconds after her voice trails off, she feels a gentle, familiar squeeze on her shoulder. 

“How are things between you two? I know things can just get… awful when this sort of thing happens. ”

“Bad,” Penelope answers truthfully. It would feel wrong to blatantly lie seconds into their re-established friendship. “But it’s not just her. Ever since Cheltenham… I just don’t like sleeping here anymore.” She could explain why, but she doesn’t feel the need to. Not with Colin.  

“You want to stay over tonight? El and I aren’t going to drive back until the morning, anyway. So —”

“No. Thank you, but no. I’m going to stay in my d0rm tonight. I have to get back to class in the morning, anyway.”

“You sure?” Colin asks, concern blatant in his voice. 

“I am,” Penelope promises. 

“Okay.” He gives her shoulder another squeeze. “But just so you know, if you ever want a break and need somewhere to stay, the door is always —”

“I know, Colin.” 

She stubs out the rest of her cigarette, marking the white finish of the railing with soot. She crosses her right arm over her chest and places her hand over his. She gives it a little squeeze. 

“I know.” 

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Penelope can’t recall exactly how it happened, but at some point over the last few minutes, she and Colin had both migrated to the middle of the rug. She lets her head fall onto his shoulder. 

“I suppose I can agree with that point,” she finally admits. In response, Colin lets out an annoyingly triumphant laugh against the side of her head. 

“At least one good thing came out of our fathers dying.” 

“Oh god,” she grumbles, promptly extracting her head from Colin’s embrace. “What’s next?”

#bridgerton #fanfiction #polin #weepingfromacedartree #fanfic #ao3 #ten milestones #penelope featherington #colin bridgerton #penelope x colin #(yes this is late) #(I am doing an apology dance as we speak)

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Akazaya and Kozuki timeline

Akazaya and Kozuki timeline

This includes events from 41 years ago to the end of Act Two. Did this partially from memory and partially with referencing my copies of the physical volumes. I think I got all the major points and mixed in some additional ideas, if I felt they fit.

-41 years ago, Kin’emon, Denjiro, and Oden are involved in the mountain god incident and we see how Wano was before Kaido and Orochi’s rule.

Kin’emon and Denjiro begin following a recently disowned Oden and they travel around the country.

Left on the streets after their father was arrested, Izo and Kiku begin following Oden in Ringo.

Kanjuro joins in Kibi and its residents not longer have to worry about him stealing their hair, very strange.

Raizo, after quitting the Kozuki ninja squad due to feeling too isolated, setting up the beginnings of his conflict with Fukurokuju, joins in Udon.

The leader of the mountain bandits of Kuri, Ashura Doji, joins after Oden defeats him.

-39 years ago, Oden's disownment is retracted, he is given the title of daimyo, and Kuri flourishes.

-38 years ago, the Rocks Pirates disband.

-33 years ago, Inu, Neko, and Kawamatsu arrive in Wano, each of their ships having capsized while traveling the ocean. Inu and Neko arrive from Zou, wanting to meet the allies they heard about from the previous ruler of the country, and Kawamatsu while traveling with his mother who told him to call himself a kappa and that fishmen are hated on the surface.

After arriving in Wano, the two are attacked and Kawamatsu’s mother is killed by the people that found them. Later, Inu, Neko, and Kawamatsu are captured on the beach and and going to be executed by some citizens, until Oden stops that and rescues them, rightfully beating up those who captured them for being xenophobic jerks.

The entire family is together! Around this time is when they try to steal money from Yasu, seen in the flashback soon after he is executed. The same year, the former Rocks Pirates members begin forming their own crews.

After being given money by Yasu, the retainers train for the next three years to become proper samurai.

-30 years ago Not long after the retainers complete their training, the Whitebeard Pirates wash up on the shore of Kuri beach and stay for two weeks. It's almost comical how many people wash up on that beach. Oden escapes Wano with Whitebeard, Izo is caught up in his escape and Inu, and Neko go along willingly. He meets Toki soon after.

-28 years ago, Momo is born and Oden is issued a bounty. The same year, Kaido makes a deal with Higurashi and arrives in Wano.

-26 years ago, Oden leaves Whitebeard's crew and joins Roger's, Hiyori is born, and Toki falls ill. Her, Neko, Inu, Momo, and Hiyori depart Roger's ship and meet up with the remaining Akazaya.

-Between 26 and 25 years ago, Roger’s crew reach Laugh Tale.

-25 years ago, Oden returns to Wano and learns that Toki’s kind and tireless efforts to rehabilitate his image are the reason why the people of Wano aren't angry with him. Oden learns from Kiku that Neko and Inu told her about Izo's decision to stay with Whitebeard.

Oden lets his anger get the better of him and, against Toki's wishes and begging him not to be so rash, goes to attack Orochi.

Credit where credit's due, he spends the next five years dancing to save as many citizens as possible. One hundred people were released per week for five years, around 26000 people total.

-23 years ago, Gecko Moria steals Shushi and Ryuuma’s corpse from Wano.

-20 years ago, After learning that Orochi had Hyogoro imprisoned, his wife and sixteen of his followers died with resisting Hyogoro’s capture, Oden reached his breaking point and he and the Akazaya go to fight Kaido, which is when the name “Akazaya Nine” is first given to the nine retainers. Shinobu appears and joins them. Oden is tricked by Higurashi disguised as Momo and defeated by Kaido, then everyone except Shinobu, thanks to him stating she has no connection to them, are sentenced to death.

In his final moments, Oden fully accepts what being a leader means and refuses to let the Akazaya pay for his mistakes. They escape from the capital, Kawamatsu, Inu, Neko, Ashura, and Denjiro remain in the past, Kin’emon, Kiku, Raizo, and Kanjuro are sent to the future and see Wano in its worsening state.

Toki trusts Kawamatsu to raise Hiyori and does so with honor and cheer. Hiyori, after seven years of noticing that Kawamatsu has been starving himself so she can eat, decides to run away in hopes that he will be able to have enough for himself to eat and live. Kawamatsu, grief stricken and prepared to end his life, heads to the graveyards of Ringo where he meets and is inspired by a little fox who hasn’t given up. The two collect weapons to prepare for the battle in thirteen years until Kawamatsu is captured and imprisoned in Udon. Onimaru continues what the two started.

Neko and Inu get into an argument of blaming the other for Oden’s death and it fractures their bond. They escape being caught by the Beast Pirates in the past, eventually returning to Zou and become its leaders, the King of the Night and the King of the Day. Their bond remains broken for the next twenty years, until it is ultimately restored upon seeing that the Kozuki bloodline yet lives, when they meet Momo on Zunesha.

Ashura returns to his former life and old habits, growing resentful and jaded while waiting for a promise that may never be fulfilled and a day that may never arrive, but he never fully gave up believing in the return of the Kozuki clan.

Unlike Ashura, Denjiro can’t bring himself to begin moving past the wrong doings of Kaido and Orochi and it eats away at him, his hatred permanently twisting his face. In his wish for revenge, he begins working for Orochi, the man he hates most, to gather information and prepare as best he can for the day of Toki’s prophecy. After seven years pass, he encounters Hiyori, ragged and starving after weeks of living in the streets, and takes her in. He continues to care for her in Kawamatsu’s stead and helps instruct her as oiran, telling her to call herself Komurasaki. The two do everything in their power to prepare for the day of the raid, be it gathering info or stealing money from those who support the Kurozumi clan and distributing it to those in need.

-Around 4 years ago, Ace travels to Wano, meets Kaido's kid, who likely tells him what he believed was true, that the Akazaya all died. Then Ace is likely the one who told Izo.

Sometime after Ace joined the Whitebeard Pirates, Izo and Marco talk about Oden's death, how they only learned about it years after it happened and that they both would be interested in returning to Wano to fight for its freedom, should the chance arrive. In another short flashback, the two talk about Lunarians and the Red Line.

-2 years ago, Luffy briefly encounters Izo during the war at Marineford, who helps him reach Ace.

-1 year ago, Marco leads the Whitebeard Pirates remnants in a war against Teach's crew, though they are defeated and scatter. Marco settles down on Sphinx Island to protect his Pop's legacy.

Present day

Sometime during the timeskip-Fishman Island, Kin’emon, Kiku, Raizo, and Kanjuro arrive in Wano, not quite twenty years in the future, and begin making plans to gather allies.

Kin’emon, Raizo, and Kanjuro go to Zou to seek help, though are all separated by the time the Straw Hats arrive at Punk Hazard. Kiku stays behind in Wano to gather intel on the enemy and the current state of the country.

The Straw Hats meet Kin'emon(Ashimaro) and his "son" at Punk Hazard and the theme of surviving to live another day is introduced here as Kin’emon tells Momo they should eat. Kin’emon’s refusal to give up, in spite of the tremendous set backs he’s already faced, will face during the arc itself, and overwhelming opposition that Kaido presents, he continues pressing onward. He always believes in and doing everything he can to ensure that the promise he made to Oden of freeing Wano will be fulfilled, even if it means relying on the pirates he so hates. In spite of his incredible devotion, Kin’emon is kinda just a guy, it’s that humility which grounds him and makes him easy to root for.

A comparison I like for the position Kin’emon and the Azakaya are in is imagining if the Straw Hats lost Luffy and Usopp became the leader.

They meet Kanjuro at Dressrosa, then half the crew and Momo head to Zou in advance.

Before the Beast Pirates attack Zou, Raizo and Inu talk and the ninja asks to take some of the water that Zunesha regularly fountains over the country, in hopes that he can make up for being powerless to prevent the burning of Oden Castle in the past.

When arriving at Zou, the Dressrosa crew are caught up on the events of the Beast Pirate's attack, meet Inu and Neko, then Raizo and learn that Raizo is here and is safe! and has been the entire time. The Beast Pirates attack again though are ultimately driven away by Zunesha after Momo communicates with the elephant.

Half the crew, Pedro, Pekoms, and Carrot travel to WCI, the other half, Kin'emon, and Law travel to Wano. Inu and Momo stay in Zou though they arrive before the WCI group. Neko and a group of Minks seek out Marco and meet with him on Sphinx Island.

Act One - Luffy washes up on the shore of Kuri, beats up some guys and frees Tama in the process. She wants to return the favor so Luffy agrees to help her, which leads him to meet Hitetsu, to reunite with Zoro, and to meet Tsuru and Kiku. The Beast Pirates hold a grudge for what Luffy did earlier and capture Tama again after she recovers from drinking the toxic river water. Time for a Luffytaro, Zorojuro, and Okiku team up!

It's always enjoyable how effortlessly these three work as a team. I also love that Kiku, after being separated from Oden and every member of her family, is still so open and friendly when we meet her. She's so brave. It’s a big reason why she's a favorite of mine.

Neither Luffy nor Kiku were aware that the other knows Kin'emon as the big connection between the two, or really anything about the others’ background, yet still developed a mutual friendship and respect for the other in such little time. Their bond is so special.

After their short adventure to save Tama, Luffy, Zoro, Kiku, and Law travel to the ruins of Oden Castle, where they meet up with Kin’emon and the WCI group. Kin’emon informs them about the events which took place twenty years ago, and of Wano’s current situation by Kiku, thanks to the intel she quietly gathered while the others were away. Them the raid plans are discussed.

Kawamatsu, Denjiro, Ashura are mentioned and Inu is in Wano, must have met with Kin’emon and some point since Momo is back with him.

Shinobu, Denjiro, and Ashura appear to help Kin’emon, tell a story in the Flower Capital, and battle against Jack respectfully. Luffy fights Kaido after he destroys Oden Castle but gets bonked.

Kin’emon sees Tsuru and says he is going to wait until after the battle to meet with her. Kiku returns to the ruins of Oden Castle and meets with the group in the sinkhole(Shinobu, Nami, Sanji, Chopper, Brook, Carrot, Bepo, Shachi, Penguin, and Komachiyo) and informs them that Luffy was defeated by Kaido.

Near the ruins of Oden Castle, Inu finds an injured Tama after Kaido attacked her. Franky, Robin, Usopp, and Zoro learn of Luffy's defeat and we see him in prison. End of Act One.

Act Two - Inu and Ashura fight, Kin’emon and Kiku are there and the perspectives of those who traveled through time and those who didn't are compared. As well as those who continued believing in the Kozuki Clan's return and those who struggled to. I think a part of Ashura never completely stopped believing in its return, if he had, he would have gone with the group that attacked Onigashima, ten years too early.

After being injured by Kaido, Tama is brought to the Mink doctors. Inu later meets back up with Kin’emon and the Minks and they begin stealing food and supplies from one of Kaido's factories, while also making a plan to recruit Ashura.

While Luffy is in prison, Kawamatsu quietly observes him and Kidd challenging the status quo.

Raizo and Luffy discuss how they're going to get him out.

In the Flower Capital, Toko arrives and buys some soba from Sanji, leading to learning more about Denjiro and Hiyori, who will stage Komurasaki's death soon after.

Kiku is now at Kuri Beach and plays team mom for Chopper, Tama, Momo, and Olin.

This is my favorite plot line of Act Two, it's such a One Piece story. A ten-foot tall samurai lady leads a human reindeer, two goofy kids, and an emperor of the sea on a road trip with the goal of staging a prison break.

All the while, a rubber pirate and a former yakuza boss are taking part in a sumo tournament, turned training arc, turned zombie apocalypse that was all organized by a dancing, oshiruko-obsessed, cyborg dinosaur scientist.

Separately from that, a ninja and swamp man are running around, sabotaging enemy communications and attempting their own smaller rescue to free a sumo-loving kappa, a magnet man, and his buddy.

After Luffy paves the way to earn their loyalty and inspired them, the prisoners learn that Momo is alive and join the cause.

In the capital, Yasu is executed. I find it curious that Oda had every member of the Akazaya, except Kiku, in a place to have seen it happen. Most were either in the Flower Capital or watching via light snail. Kiku was still outside the prison and just missed it.

Denjiro and Zoro briefly clash, the truth of the SMILE fruits is learned, and Izo appears during a short flashback involving Yasu giving money to the retainers so they can become proper samurai. Kiku is not seen with the group that attempts to steal money but picks up Yasu's lesson about taking samurai training seriously later anyway.

Kawamatsu is freed. Him, Luffy, Chopper, Hyogoro, Raizo and Kiku team up and liberate the prison.

Thanks to Yasu, the raid plans are still progressing well. Kawamatsu leaves to check on the katana he gathered in Ringo, reunites with Hiyori and Onimaru and shares a bit about his past with each of them. Ashura joins the alliance after showing and having Kin’emon and Inu understand the losses he's had to witness.

Chapters 954-955: About a week passes in these two chapters, the alliance prepares its army, weapons, supplies, ships, etc. and slowly regroups in Amigasa Village. The Akazaya learn that Hiyori is alive and safe. Luffy trains until the last moment before being carried to Amigasa by Chopper. End of Act Two.

I absolutely love seeing the alliance all working together to complete their shared goal and how well it all flows. Thank you for reading.

#one piece #wano arc #wano timeline #akazaya nine #kozuki clan #straw hat pirates #whitebeard pirates #kin'emon #denjiro #okiku #raizo #izo #ashura doji #nekomamushi #inuarashi #kawamatsu #shinobu #kozuki oden #kozuki toki #kozuki hiyori #kozuki momonosuke #marco

[missguomeiyun]

Homecooking [May ed]

Be proud of me :P  I cooked more this month haha

I also did some night shifts. .. & lived thru over a week of really poor air quality. I shouldn’t be complaining, considering ppl have lost homes, businesses, & community facilities/shops but it was just so bad. It’s bad for me, so I could only imagine what it’s like for ppl with respiratory or heart problems. Every yr there are wildfires here but I read somewhere that this is the 1st time AB beat BC in ‘starting’ of wildfires. Like our Albertan wildfires aren’t supposed to start yet but we had a few days where temperature was 10degrees above average, plus the winds. .. Yikes!!

^ that’s the sun at 0815h o_O !!!!

Now that short track season, primarily the World Championships ended. .. the sports event I was looking to was the Sudirman Cup for badminton. It’s held every 2 yrs & this yr, the venue is was in Suzhou - China’s 1st international badminton event in over 3 yrs! Can’t say much about the venue bcos I only see the inside & it’s focussed on a court lol but BWF inserts travel-themed clips in the opening of every live so I got to see some of the views in Suzhou. I’ve actually been there! Anyway, what a wild ride!!! I won’t give spoilers but the CHN vs JPN semi-finals. .. YOU NEED TO WATCH IT! At least the highlights. So much drama!! The finals... I was a little disappointed. I thought KOR vs CHN would be a tight battle but . ..

Alrighty, let’s get to the food~

Random flour noodle with choy sum & egg.

The same package of noodle with choy sum & Busan fish cake.

lol you can tell these were my post-night shift meal... I tend to go for simpler stuff, & in smaller portions bcos I eat 6 times when I’m working nights...

Air fryer egg plant. You may think it’s weird.. . but I really like it.

Fettuccine with tomato + vegetarian sausage

Udon with capa cabbage & grey squash. Another one of those night shift stretch meals.

Mom’s air fryer chicken

vs .. my air fryer chicken

*she added Chinese soy sauce to it for a better colour hence why it’s so dark

There were not as good I thought. It’s gotta be the plain Costco fries :P

Thick rice noodles + egg + cucumber, seasoned with Korean tartar sauce & fish sauce (the green cap squid one). This is probably the most randomest thing I ‘put together’ this month haha! Usually the thin vermicelli noodles are used but I used the thick soup kind of rice noodles. Then the combo of tartar sauce + fish sauce... But trust me, it was good!

Using the raclette grill for the 1st time this year

Air fryer ribs with a hamburger bun

A closer look. I used the Montreal steak spice with some extra fresh ground black pepper. Yum~

Sujebi with baby bokchoy, seaweed, white beech mushrooms, & an egg~

Udon with napa cabbage, carrot thins & egg.

May book #1: The Obsession. It was quite an easy read (recommended to me via Chapters recommendation based on my purchase history lol). I didn’t think it was ‘thrilling’ enough for be called a thriller but that’s bcos this is a YA fiction novel so the intended audience is YA. The storyline itself was well thought out but was predictable. I thought the ending was a bit rushed. Read it for relaxation~ I rate it 7.8/10~

May novel #2: Just Haven’t Met You Yet. A rom-com that could easily be made into a movie or drama. I thought the main girl was a pathetic - the type that “I don’t know what I want; my life has been a lie”. You know, the aimless, not driven type of lead that you can’t relate to. Or maybe you can *shrugs* I bought it bcos it begins with “suitcase switch-up” & I thought, “ooooh totally K-drama plot”. I enjoyed it overall; with some slow moments. I really like the main girl’s boss. 8.0/10 (lower than expected)

May novel #3: the Eighth Girl. What a fantastic debut novel by this author~  this novel was very thrilling & dark. It’s about a girl with DID & she goes through things.. . The plot itself is simple to understand but I love twists & novels that make me think. This was one of those. It’s better to start reading without reading up on it so I will leave it here!

K ttyl!!

#food #homemade #homecooking #healthy #dinner #lunch #noodles #fries #air fryer #novels #reading goal

[nvrcmplt]

Hajime settled in his kitchen, frying away the delicious treats for himself and his ghost companion he's noticed recently in his garden. Aburaage was a chore to make after work so he waited to at least the beginning of the week to make a bunch of them, since his weekend was cut short with overtime this week. Sniffling as he stirred broth and oil, he waited until it started bubbling in one pot to add in the dried tofu, rolled in breadcrumbs to watch them fry in a delicious sensory fix. His ears bounced at the shiver down his spine.

Finishing the last three tofu cuts, he began to add his udon noodles into the saucepan of broth - adding afterwards a dash of soy sauce. Stepping back to his chopping board to finish off fish cakes, bean sprouts and nori chopping for an easier consumption, he prepared his bowls and plates on the table.

Antlers knocked against the wall as usual but he felt them a little loose, so he couldn't wait for mid-December this year. He could sell them off for a pretty penny - but for now, he adjusted his head to step back to the oven and remove tofu from oil, to place onto an steel net resting space with the others. His udon was stirred, and poured into the waiting bowl, topped with his wanted goods and an aburaage finisher.

He was proud of the sight of it, but for now, he moved to make up another bowl of the same dish, topping it off with the fried tofu piece, and plating the secondary aburaage and fried piece left over on some oil absorbent paper. Now finished with his make-up, he took them both on a tray towards his backdoor after turning everything off in the kitchen and opening up his windows. Ducking to exit the sliding door, he took a minute to settle himself down on the wooden step and settled the bowl and plate next to him.

He didn't call out, he just plucked up his own chopsticks and held his bowl with happiness upon slurping up his first mouthful of udon. Oh - delicious! Better than last weeks.

#moose man moose man moose man #pspspspsps foxy #« ( Hannes ) » IC.

[sundayevenings11pm]

30 May 2022 - Lei

Recognizing progress for last week 

First up, for my solidity course, I’ve managed to finish Sections 5, 6, and half of 7 - did not exactly manage to finish all of what I planned, but at least around 60% I suppose. Could have done more definitely. Last week I only did 3/5 days. 

I think the first half of last week I was quite busy tidying up the remaining of Klaytn hackathon. As well as project submissions judging, for both Klaytn and HackMoney. 

Which reminds me, there’s a whole series of post-hack logistics that I’ll need to get on with this week. 

A major break through in terms of career is when Ganesh messaged me saying that Harish has passed on the message and he’s got a new role lined up for me, and that it would involve greater responsibilities. I expressed my gratitude. The gamble I took in expressing what I felt paid off, greatly. 

I mean, there was a small chance that it would backfire, and that 1) either they don’t have any other roles to use me, or 2) it would mean that I’ll need to look for another job soon. But it didn’t happen. Not only did the ideal situation played out, Ganesh seems to be suggesting that it was some kind of promotion as well, with the whole ‘leveling up my responsibilities’ thing. 

I got lucky. 

But also, the other lesson to take away is, you never know until you ask. 

So yes - I am happy and looking forward to the future. At least I’ll be more stimulated, which is all I asked for really. 

But that also means, I’ll need to get my act together. A more serious pond calls for higher levels of competence. 

Goals for the week 

1. Finish the entire Thomas Weisner course: Section 7 (truffle), Section 8 (Geth), 9 (full project). And then, this is quite important: get the Certs for both courses by finishing all the videos. Aim for 5/5 days this week. 

2. Begin planning on your first DAPP, to start next week. 

That’s it for personal stuff. If I manage to finish that, it’s a great week. 

For Covalent stuff: 

- Manage all the post hack logistics, 

- Other misc matters, which I’ll plan soon. This is second priority, obvs. 

Gratitudes

Grateful for the lovely udon that my bbg cooked on Thursday nite. It banged so hard. Grateful for nice wagyu meal and the fact that we both had v nice rest at 10pm on Sat :D Grateful for funny n nice fishing session with Tim where we caught 0 fish. Grateful for nice drinking sesh with Ari + Joel, n Zhi. Grateful my bb patched up with friends cos that’s important. 

[brookston]

Holidays 8.27

Holidays

The Duchess Who Wasn't Day

Film and Movies Day (Russia)

First Kiss Day

Good Sex Day

Harvest’s End (Elder Scrolls)

International Boobs Day (Italy)

International Gamecock Day

International Lottery Day

Just Because Day

Karam Puja (Assam, India)

Kiss Me Day

Ladder Day (French Republic)

Lyndon Baines Johnson Day (Texas)

Motorist Consideration Day

National Radio Day (Argentina)

Nativity of Isis (Egyptian Goddess of Fertility)

Oil & Gas Industry Appreciation Day

Petroleum Day

Senior Race Day (Isle of Man

Tarzan Day

Three-Thousandth Thnork of the Year (Fairy)

World Rock Paper Scissors Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Crab Soup Day

National Banana Lovers Day

National Pots de Creme Day

Ugly Potato Day (BC, Canada)

4th & Last Sunday in August

Burning Man begins (Nevada) [8.27 thru 9.4]

Family Day (Tennessee) [Last Sunday]

Go Topless Day [ website ] [Sunday nearest 26th]

International Bereaved Father’s Day [Last Sunday]

National Faith HIV/AIDS Awareness Day [Last Sunday]

National Fantasy Football Draft Day [Last Sunday]

Notting Hill Carnival begins (UK) [Sunday before Last Monday]

Plague Sunday (Gloucestershire, UK) [Last Sunday]

Pony Express Day [Last Sunday]

Sacrifice Our Wants For Other’s Needs Sunday [Sunday of Be Kind to Humankind Week]

Social Justice Sunday [Last Sunday]

World Kitchen Garden Day [4th Sunday]

Independence Days

Moldova (a.k.a. Ziua Republicii); from USSR, 1991)

Yungtaria (Declared; 2016) [unrecognized]

Feast Days

Baculus of Sorrento (Christian; Saint)

Caesarius of Arles (Christian; Saint)

Calasanetius (Christian; Saint)

Day Sacred to Consus (God of Graineries; Ancient Rome)

Decuman (Christian; Saint)

Euthalia (Christian; Saint)

Feast Day of Pan (Ancient Greece)

Feast of Incandescent Rebellion

Funella Furchester (Muppetism)

Gebhard of Constance (Christian; Saint)

Harris Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Hugh if Lincoln (Christian; Saint)

John of Pavia (Christian; Saint)

Joseph Calasanctius (Christian; Saint)

Klebold Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Lycerius (a.k.a. Glycerius, Lizier; Christian; Saint)

Máel Ruba (a.k.a. Rufus, Malrubius) of Scotland (Christian; Saint)

Man Ray (Artology)

Margaret the Barefooted (Christian; Saint)

Monica of Hippo (mother of Augustine of Hippo; Christian; Saint) [Alcoholics]

Murray Matisse (Muppetism)

Narnus (Christian; Saint)

Phallogia (Pagan)

Phanourios of Rhodes (Christian; Saint)

Poëmen (a.k.a. Pastor; Christian; Saint)

Rufus and Carpophorus (Christian; Saints)

Stevin (Positivist; Saint)

Syagrius of Autun (Christian; Saint)

Thomas Gallaudet and Henry Winter Syle (Episcopal Church)

Tithi of Sri Sri Madhabdeva (Assam, India)

Udon Day (Pastafarian)

Usuki Stone Buddhas Fire Festival (Japan)

Volturnalia (Festival to the God of Waters & Fountains; Ancient Rome)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Prime Number Day: 239 [52 of 72]

Shakku (赤口 Japan) [Bad luck all day, except at noon.]

Premieres

The African Queen, by C.S. Forester (Novel; 1935)

A-Lad-In Bagdad (WB MM Cartoon; 1938)

Bill & Ted Face the Music (Film; 2020)

A Cat, a Man, and Two Women, by Jun'ichirō Tanizaki (Novella; 1937)

Cat on a Hot Tin Roof (Film; 1958)

Cheaper by the Dozen, by Frank B. Gilbreth Jr. (Novel; 1948)

Cherish, by The Association (Song; 1966)

Dudley Do-Right (Film; 1999)

A Ham in a Role (WB LT Cartoon; 1949)

Hamlet 2 (Film; 2008)

Hyde and Hare (WB LT Cartoon; 1955)

In the Heat if the Night, by Pat Benatar (Album; 1979)

Martin (TV Series; 1992)

Mary Poppins (Film; 1964)

No Code, by Pearl Jam (Album; 1996)

Roman Holiday (Film; 1953)

The Shepherds Crown, by Terry Pratchet (Novel; 2015) [Discworld #41]

Swing Time (Film; 1936)

Tarzan of the Apes (Novel; 1912)

Ten, by Pearl Jam (Album; 1991)

Toomorrow (Film; 1970)

Vacation Friends (Film; 2021)

Wholly Smoke (WB LT Cartoon; 1938)

Today’s Name Days

Gebhard, Margareta, Monika, Vivian (Austria)

Anđelka, Bogoljub, Monika (Croatia)

Otakar (Czech Republic)

Gebhardus (Denmark)

Maime, Maimi, Maimo, Maimu (Estonia)

Rauli (Finland)

Monique (France)

Gebhard, Monika, Vivian (Germany)

Arcadia, Arcadios, Fanourios, Liberios, Osios (Greece)

Gáspár (Hungary)

Cesario, Monica, Rocco (Italy)

Jorens, Ragnars, Valdmiers, Žanis (Latvia)

Aušrinė, Cezarijus, Cezaris, Tolvydas (Lithuania)

Roald, Rolf (Norway)

Angel, Angelus, Cezary, Gebhard, Józef, Kalasanty, Małgorzata, Przybymir, Rufus, Teodor (Poland)

Silvia (Slovakia)

Mónica (Spain)

Raoul, Rolf (Sweden)

Caesar, Cesar, King, Kingsley, Lyndon, Sheri, Sherri, Sherry, Sheryl (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 239 of 2024; 126 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 7 of week 34 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Coll (Hazel) [Day 20 of 28]

Chinese: Month 7 (Geng-Shen), Day 12 (Ding-Si)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 10 Elul 5783

Islamic: 10 Safar 1445

J Cal: 29 Hasa; Eightday [29 of 30]

Julian: 14 August 2023

Moon: 88%: Waxing Gibbous

Positivist: 15 Gutenberg (9th Month) [Stevin]

Runic Half Month: As (Gods) [Day 15 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 67 of 94)

Zodiac: Virgo (Day 6 of 32)

#calendar #Holidays

[brookstonalmanac]

Holidays 8.27

Holidays

The Duchess Who Wasn't Day

Film and Movies Day (Russia)

First Kiss Day

Good Sex Day

Harvest’s End (Elder Scrolls)

International Boobs Day (Italy)

International Gamecock Day

International Lottery Day

Just Because Day

Karam Puja (Assam, India)

Kiss Me Day

Ladder Day (French Republic)

Lyndon Baines Johnson Day (Texas)

Motorist Consideration Day

National Radio Day (Argentina)

Nativity of Isis (Egyptian Goddess of Fertility)

Oil & Gas Industry Appreciation Day

Petroleum Day

Senior Race Day (Isle of Man

Tarzan Day

Three-Thousandth Thnork of the Year (Fairy)

World Rock Paper Scissors Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Crab Soup Day

National Banana Lovers Day

National Pots de Creme Day

Ugly Potato Day (BC, Canada)

4th & Last Sunday in August

Burning Man begins (Nevada) [8.27 thru 9.4]

Family Day (Tennessee) [Last Sunday]

Go Topless Day [ website ] [Sunday nearest 26th]

International Bereaved Father’s Day [Last Sunday]

National Faith HIV/AIDS Awareness Day [Last Sunday]

National Fantasy Football Draft Day [Last Sunday]

Notting Hill Carnival begins (UK) [Sunday before Last Monday]

Plague Sunday (Gloucestershire, UK) [Last Sunday]

Pony Express Day [Last Sunday]

Sacrifice Our Wants For Other’s Needs Sunday [Sunday of Be Kind to Humankind Week]

Social Justice Sunday [Last Sunday]

World Kitchen Garden Day [4th Sunday]

Independence Days

Moldova (a.k.a. Ziua Republicii); from USSR, 1991)

Yungtaria (Declared; 2016) [unrecognized]

Feast Days

Baculus of Sorrento (Christian; Saint)

Caesarius of Arles (Christian; Saint)

Calasanetius (Christian; Saint)

Day Sacred to Consus (God of Graineries; Ancient Rome)

Decuman (Christian; Saint)

Euthalia (Christian; Saint)

Feast Day of Pan (Ancient Greece)

Feast of Incandescent Rebellion

Funella Furchester (Muppetism)

Gebhard of Constance (Christian; Saint)

Harris Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Hugh if Lincoln (Christian; Saint)

John of Pavia (Christian; Saint)

Joseph Calasanctius (Christian; Saint)

Klebold Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Lycerius (a.k.a. Glycerius, Lizier; Christian; Saint)

Máel Ruba (a.k.a. Rufus, Malrubius) of Scotland (Christian; Saint)

Man Ray (Artology)

Margaret the Barefooted (Christian; Saint)

Monica of Hippo (mother of Augustine of Hippo; Christian; Saint) [Alcoholics]

Murray Matisse (Muppetism)

Narnus (Christian; Saint)

Phallogia (Pagan)

Phanourios of Rhodes (Christian; Saint)

Poëmen (a.k.a. Pastor; Christian; Saint)

Rufus and Carpophorus (Christian; Saints)

Stevin (Positivist; Saint)

Syagrius of Autun (Christian; Saint)

Thomas Gallaudet and Henry Winter Syle (Episcopal Church)

Tithi of Sri Sri Madhabdeva (Assam, India)

Udon Day (Pastafarian)

Usuki Stone Buddhas Fire Festival (Japan)

Volturnalia (Festival to the God of Waters & Fountains; Ancient Rome)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Prime Number Day: 239 [52 of 72]

Shakku (赤口 Japan) [Bad luck all day, except at noon.]

Premieres

The African Queen, by C.S. Forester (Novel; 1935)

A-Lad-In Bagdad (WB MM Cartoon; 1938)

Bill & Ted Face the Music (Film; 2020)

A Cat, a Man, and Two Women, by Jun'ichirō Tanizaki (Novella; 1937)

Cat on a Hot Tin Roof (Film; 1958)

Cheaper by the Dozen, by Frank B. Gilbreth Jr. (Novel; 1948)

Cherish, by The Association (Song; 1966)

Dudley Do-Right (Film; 1999)

A Ham in a Role (WB LT Cartoon; 1949)

Hamlet 2 (Film; 2008)

Hyde and Hare (WB LT Cartoon; 1955)

In the Heat if the Night, by Pat Benatar (Album; 1979)

Martin (TV Series; 1992)

Mary Poppins (Film; 1964)

No Code, by Pearl Jam (Album; 1996)

Roman Holiday (Film; 1953)

The Shepherds Crown, by Terry Pratchet (Novel; 2015) [Discworld #41]

Swing Time (Film; 1936)

Tarzan of the Apes (Novel; 1912)

Ten, by Pearl Jam (Album; 1991)

Toomorrow (Film; 1970)

Vacation Friends (Film; 2021)

Wholly Smoke (WB LT Cartoon; 1938)

Today’s Name Days

Gebhard, Margareta, Monika, Vivian (Austria)

Anđelka, Bogoljub, Monika (Croatia)

Otakar (Czech Republic)

Gebhardus (Denmark)

Maime, Maimi, Maimo, Maimu (Estonia)

Rauli (Finland)

Monique (France)

Gebhard, Monika, Vivian (Germany)

Arcadia, Arcadios, Fanourios, Liberios, Osios (Greece)

Gáspár (Hungary)

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Aušrinė, Cezarijus, Cezaris, Tolvydas (Lithuania)

Roald, Rolf (Norway)

Angel, Angelus, Cezary, Gebhard, Józef, Kalasanty, Małgorzata, Przybymir, Rufus, Teodor (Poland)

Silvia (Slovakia)

Mónica (Spain)

Raoul, Rolf (Sweden)

Caesar, Cesar, King, Kingsley, Lyndon, Sheri, Sherri, Sherry, Sheryl (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 239 of 2024; 126 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 7 of week 34 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Coll (Hazel) [Day 20 of 28]

Chinese: Month 7 (Geng-Shen), Day 12 (Ding-Si)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 10 Elul 5783

Islamic: 10 Safar 1445

J Cal: 29 Hasa; Eightday [29 of 30]

Julian: 14 August 2023

Moon: 88%: Waxing Gibbous

Positivist: 15 Gutenberg (9th Month) [Stevin]

Runic Half Month: As (Gods) [Day 15 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 67 of 94)

Zodiac: Virgo (Day 6 of 32)

#Holidays

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[princess-of-inarizaki]

Heyheyhey!! Can i request manager birthday and the team forget about it for seijoh, inarizaki, and shiratorizawa bcs tomorrow ma birthday hahah. Thank youuu and i love you

Anon-chan!! This is SUCH an important birthday request and I am beyond honoured to write it for you :D 💖💖💖💖✨

Our birthdays are so close too👉👈 mine's next week. (Exactly ten days apart from yours!!)

Anyways, happy birthday Anon-chan!!I hope you have a beautiful day, filled with lots of happy things, and a wonderful year ahead. you're wonderful, and I hope you always remember that !! 💖💖💖✨ I love you so very much <3

The teams forgetting their manager's birthday

Characters: Seijoh, Shiratorizawa, and Inarizaki

Warnings: none

Oh btw!! since the type of manager is not specified, I'll go with my default fem manager :D she's cute and sweet (like you, Anon-chan 😺😆💖) and the boys adore her a ton. She's also very capable, smart, and confident, and she loves being physical with the boys, which constantly flusters them!

Seijoh

The Seijoh boys would be so busy practicing for an upcoming match, they kinda forget everything that's happening around them.

Lots of focus. You smile fondly, because that's what makes them such a good team. Their ability to focus on their goals and eliminate all distractions.

Until one day, Yahaba is just scrolling through his phone's calendar when he sees “Manager Chan's birthday, 19th November.”

And he's just so shocked and guilty. He immediately calls the rest of the team and tells them what he just realized.

The team feels so guilty and disappointed in themselves. They're a day late to wish you, and they desperately want to make it up to you.

You're their precious manager after all, the one who bandages their injuries with a smile and who always gives them the motivation to do better.

How could they possibly forget such a precious human being's birthday?

That same day, they create a group chat excluding you, and begin to plan something special for you.

They break themselves up into teams with specific tasks of getting things ready for an impromptu birthday party for you.

Iwa-chan is in charge of ensuring everything runs smoothly, and he makes sure to do it with zeal, hoping to make it the best birthday ever for you, eventhough it's a bit late.

The next day, you walk into the gym, and it's absolutely quiet and dark. The boys aren't there yet, which is pretty odd, considering practice should've started a few minutes ago.

You stand in front of the gym and dial Oikawa's number, because he's always quick to respond to your calls, but the number goes straight to voicemail. You're confused, and a little curious as to where they are.

Suddenly, you feel someone's hands covering your eyes, and Oikawa's voice saying “y/n-chan, don't be scared. We have a surprise for you.”

You laugh, realisation washing over you that the boys probably planned something because they forgot it was your birthday yesterday, and follow Oikawa as he guides you inside.

When he finally uncovers your eyes, you see the boys holding a huge, slightly odd looking cake, lit with candles.

Oikawa hugs you from behind and you pull him closer to you, snuggling in his embrace.

You then blow out your candles and make a silent wish. I wish to always be by their side

Iwa-chan is already hitting Oikawa for hugging you before the rest, so you hug Iwa too, then Matsukawa, Hanamaki, Yahaba, Kunimi, and even Kyotani, albeit him being slightly rigid.

“thanks guys, this is an amazing surprise!” you say softly, as your eyes tear up. It's obvious that they made the cake themselves, and eventhough it wasn't perfect, your boys, made it for you.

Your heart squeezed as you cut slices for everyone, and handed it to them, as they sat on the bleachers to enjoy it.

You sit next to Yahaba and leaned on his shoulder. “Thanks for remembering” you said softly.

He blushed. “how did you know?” you explained that Kunimi told you, and he smiled at you and ruffled your hair.

“We're sorry for not remembering sooner, Y/n-san. Thanks for being the best manager ever” said Iwaizumi. He seemed to be nonchalant about it, but his eyes and smile betrayed him. He was fond of you, and genuinely glad that you enjoyed the small celebration they had prepared.

You smiled and kissed his cheek as acknowledgement, which caused him to blush and Oikawa to throw a small tantrum.

You laughed as you looked at them bantering with each other, Hanamaki and Matsukawa teasing Kyotani, and Yahaba and Kunimi next to you. You really did love these boys.

Shiratorizawa

So I'm pretty sure it's exam week, and these boys are just so studious and hardworking, they're totally immersing themselves in their studies and books.

Until it's their calculus exam and Tendou just suddenly remembers “Oh my God, it was Y/N's birthday two days ago!!” as his pencil flies across the room, much to the sensei's disapproval (haha, miracle boy is so cute)

He pulls the other third years aside after the exam, like Ushijima, and Semi, and tells them what he just remembers.

Ushijima is just stoic, but internally he's like "how could I forget? I never forget important dates like these? Is something wrong with me?" And Semi's just so sad he wants to scoop you in his arms right away.

Tendou then proposes the idea of taking you somewhere after school to surprise you, and they agree, and run off to tell the rest of the team.

Goshiki is just close to tears he hates that he forgot his favourite senpai's birthday, especially when you remembered his (and the entire team's) and never failed to make it a special day for them.

So after school ends, you're getting ready to go back home, when Semi just scoops you into his arms and carries you to the rest of the team.

You're not all that shocked, since Semi does this pretty often, and so you let him. “where are we going?” you ask, and he just casually answers “to celebrate the end of exams”

You laugh silently. They're definitely planning more than that, but you decide to humour them, and smile at the team when Semi lets you down gently.

“let's go have udon” says Shirabu with a too-big smile. You and the team walk to an udon shop near the school, and enter quietly.

Goshiki sits next you, and he looks like he wants to say something, but can't, as he bites his lip. Ushijima sits in front of you, and rest of the team take their places and begin ordering.

You notice Tendou talking to the shop owner intently, with Shirabu next to him. Ushijima knows that you might suspect something, so he tries getting your attention by asking you about your exams.

Suddenly, Tendou brings a cake to the table and team begins singing happy birthday for you. You smile happily and wait for them to finish before making a wish and blowing off the candles.

You smile happily at the team and their hearts grow warm, seeing you so happy like that.

“We're sorry for not remembering sooner, y/n-senpai” says Goshiki in a sad voice. Your heart tugs at seeing him so sad, so you ruffle his hair and assure him that exams are tough on everyone, and that it was better to celebrate it after they ended anyways.

You and the team eat the cake after having udon, and talk about the week together. They start reminiscing about memories with you, as they talk about their first impressions, and cute memories with a soft smile on their faces.

Tendou retells the story of how you first came to the team and how much you've grown ever since then.

At some point, Semi sits in your place whilst you've gone to the ladies room, and pulls you to his lap when you come back.

The team laughs when they see you desperately refusing, worried that you'll be too heavy, whilst Semi reassures you that you won't.

Goshiki adoringly smiles at you, and Semi pulls you closer to him. Tendou feeds you small pieces of strawberry left from the cake, as Shirabu records everything, excitedly typing in a caption on his social media.

Meanwhile, Ushijima is just carefully adding in a small reminder in his phone calendar, so he'll never forget your birthday in the future ever again.

Inarizaki

My sweet little fox babies! I think they would be excitedly counting down for your birthday, you're their precious manager-chan after all (and I can't bring myself to say they forgot 😅😭) when Atsumu suddenly sees a friend of yours post a "happy birthday y/n!!" on their Instagram story.

Atsumu immediately jumps on his brother's bed and wakes him up, whilst texting your friend. “Isn't y/n's birthday five days from now?”

Your friend replies. “no haha, it's today!” which cause the twins to desperately call Aran, Suna, Ginjima, and of course, captain Kita!

The boys are hurriedly awoken a few minutes after midnight, and absolutely frazzled! They had all planned something special, but now they would have to change the date, and some things (like the cake and venue) weren't ready so soon.

Osamu groggily got out of bed and began taking out eggs, butter, flour, and other baking ingredients. Eventhough it was extremely late, and he had a tiring day, nothing could compare to his love for you. And so, he started mixing the ingredients at one a.m.

Kita tried to remain calm, but internally freaks out. He and Suna are trying to brainstorm ideas of places they could take you to make your day enjoyable.

Atsumu was busy wrapping the gifts they had all got. He got way too many papercuts and had a bit of trouble, but it was for you, and the thought alone of you smiling was enough to motivate him.

Aran and Ginjima made their own preparations in their own homes for the next day, and Aran even facetimed Osamu to keep him company throughout the baking process.

They were determined to make your birthday a happy one, and genuinely wanted to let you know they loved and cared for you so much.

The next day, six terribly sleep deprived boys arrived at school, with the needed arrangements set. The cake was safely secured with Osamu, and Suna took the bag of gifts from Atsumu.

Kita went to go find you, and he saw you waiting by the entrance of school. “Y/n-san, let's go.” said Kita with a mysterious smile.

You were a bit confused. School was the other way and he was dragging you away from it, but you trusted Kita and followed him.

He led you to the rest of the team, and gently places his hand on your back. “Let's go, y/n-san. We're going to the beach.”

You were super confused. “but school?”. Suna gives you a sleepy smile. “Kita and me have already handled that. We told your teachers you'd be absent today, now c'mon.”

Atsumu gently holds your small hand in his and you guys walks to the subway. As you dig for your subway card in your pocket, the boys get seated. There's one less seat, so Atsumu pulls you to his lap, much to the rest of the team's disapproval.

They're all so jealous, Atsumu laughs silently, and pulls an oblivious you closer. Osamu just rolls his eyes, but internally seethes.

Two stops later, the team motions to exit, and Aran shyly comes closer to you, taking your hand this time. You smile at him and make your way to the small beach you sometimes spend time in, with the rest of the team.

Kita finds an empty picnic table and everyone sits down, placing the items they had brought with them down, and looking at you expectantly.

“Happy Birthday, y/n-chan.” they chorused together. Suna ruffled your hair from the right side of you, and Osamu begins lighting up the candles on your left.

You gratefully thank them for going to the trouble of bringing you here, the fresh beach air and breeze immediately putting you in a cheerier mood.

They then start singing you a happy birthday as you blush silently and blow the candles out, making a wish. I wish to be able to love these boys forever.

You lean over and kiss Osamu's cheek. He blushes red immediately. “Thank you for going to the trouble of baking this, Samu'” if only you knew, he thought silently, as flashbacks of him almost falling asleep in front of the oven came to mind.

Kita cuts the cake and gives you the biggest slice, much to your happiness. The boys all eat their cake and joke around about all the memories they've made with you.

“I can remember when y/n-chan just came. She was so small and sweet, Osamu said she reminded him of a macaroon” said Aran.

Kita fondly smiles as he gives you a pack off green tea from his grandmother.

Ginjima gives you the gifts the entire team had picked and you begin tearing up, much to everyone's dismay. You're just so grateful to have them.

Suddenly Atsumu leans over and swipes frosting from the cake on your face. The mood is once again lifted, as Suna takes a ton of pictures, and contributes to the frosting on your face too.

“hey that's enough now” says Kita. He looks firm, but his eyes betray him. The slight sparkle shows that he thinks it adorably hilarious how the boys are annoying you.

The water seems to be calling you, so you pull Suna to the shore and lean down to the water.

The rest of the day is just filled with the boys and you doing random things by the beach, like eating popsicles, and finding seashells. You're unable to actually get into the water, due to your school uniforms, but seeing an excited you gush over the seashells and smile happily over ice cream is enough for the boys.

At the end of the day, you and the team watch the sunset together, and swear to work extra hard for the upcoming nationals.

As they see you looking up at the sunset adoringly, their hearts squeeze in their chest, so grateful to be a part of your life.

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[missguomeiyun]

Homecooking [Jan ed]

I said I wasn't sure if I would continue doing these posts but. .. here I am :P

This January went by soooo fast. At the beginning of the month, I had almost a week off & I somehow lost my voice. Still not sure what happened but I was dealing with this dry nightly cough. It was so odd! I only coughed at night. Completely fine during the day. No other symptoms. I suspect it was likely a nocturnal parasite that likes to irritate my throat LOL just kidding. I'm sure it wasn't but that's what I choose to attribute it to. It's probably the dryness in my room. .. MAYBE. *shrugs*

We also had insane weather, which isn't surprising. We had deep freeze, beating out some really cold places & being the coldest place on earth for more than 1 day. This led to power grid problems. .. gov't issued emergency alert for using minimal power. Same for water - although no emergency alert was issued, we are actually currently in the middle of a water ban -.-" (bcos pump at a plant broke) ANDDDD guess what, it felt like a spring day today, where the highest temp was 11degrees in the middle of the day. What?!?!

Anyway, let's move onto the food & stuff~

I got this as a Christmas gift from coworker YH. Y'all know I don't prefer flavoured coffee. ... This was probably THE worst one I've ever drank. 1st of all, when you open the bag, the aroma just hits you. It smelled 'fake'. Not sure what/how but. .. like a wax candle? The taste was also terrible. Gahh I just did regular coffee machine filter & .. *shiver* it was so bad!

So I switched to this the next day =]

Yeah, the flavoured/infused coffees. .. it's not for me.

Leftover hot pot beef with lettuce & thin rice vermicelli.

Ramyeon with Busan fish cakes, baby bokchoy & soup seaweed. I used the Ottogi plain noodles - the ones that don't have seasoning. It's very nice to have to have around but sometimes when they're not on sale, it's like the same price as those that contain seasoning. In which case, you might as well buy the flavoured kinds haha

A spin on sundae-guk.

I steamed the sundae (blood sausage) & let it cool for a LONG time. It still falls apart but better than before. For the soup, I used a deonjang soup base (soybean paste) with some bokchoy, seaweed & white pepper. Sprinkled coarse salt & black pepper on top to finish. Usually sundae is eaten with a spicy salt powder but I used coarse S&P here & it turned out pretty good.

Plain udon <3 I like the Six Fortune brand udon (ones at room temperature in grocery stores). The broth was from a 'soup tea bag' that contained anchovies, baby dried shrimps & kelp.

English biscuit with cream of mushroom. (Biscuit from Sunterra marketplace)

PASTA~ I forgot which pasta sauce flavour this was but I used Evoolution gochujang olive oil with it & it was good.

Okay, let's pause to talk about my books.

I'm still not done this one bcos I got distracted lol but it is worth the hype. It's not a thriller but the content has some VERY minor thriller vibes. It's actually quite sad, overall. It follows a Korean woman named Kim Ji-young from her 'current' state -> back when she was born/her family situation -> growing up & entering adulthood -> marriage -> 'now'. It basically generalizes a typical/average woman's life in a male-dominant society.

This, on the other hand, was a quick chick-flick 'series' consisting of 2 books (they are related - book 1 & book 2) lol yes, I read really intense stuff & fluffy rom-coms.

I enjoyed maybe. .. 75% of it. The main girl in book 1 was quite pathetic. Annoying. Identity crisis - sort of situation. Met the main guy in a drama-like fashion & I was like . . . really? But in a good way! A fun, entertaining way. lol She got better in book 2 but still, some times, I was like. .. why?

Back to the food:

Re-creating one of my fav noodle soups! Busan fish cakes used to make the broth. I used a lot of the fish cakes to make a concentrated broth. Used some of the fish cake here & saved some for stir-fries. I added white pepper & fish sauce to season the broth. Noodles were the frozen kalguksu noodles from Hmart. Topped with dried seaweed & green onion.

Breakfast n a day-off. Mini seafood pancakes (Hmart frozen product) + kimchi + egg.

Stir-fried thick rice noodles with mushroom, bokchoy, fish cakes & tofu. Saucier than what I had anticipated bcos of the mushrooms. I didn't plan that very well lol sauce = mix of gochujang, soy sauce & fish sauce.

Made kimchi pancakes.

I used regular cooking oil (canola oil) mixed with salted butter to pan-fry these kimchi pancakes. I've never used oil + butter mixture before. .. I didn't know they would clash & create oil splashes =/ it was scary! But I survived. These panckakes were the best ones I've ever made!

Leftover beef + vegetable stew with thick rice noodles. It may seem weird bcos I'm like combining a western item with rice noodles. .. & adding more beef broth to make it into a noodle soup but it was actually tasty!

SOOOOOO many packets in this single serving of noodles O_O I'm not THAT into the environment but it bugs me. I wonder if . .. using a 'closed' tray system would work or not. I'm imagining something like a small bento box but lidded & that it would fit inside a bag. The plastic still isn't great but like . .. maybe it's better than a million of these packets?

Anyway, I didn't eat this bcos I actually don't like this kind of Chinese style noodles. The combo of sauces & flavour is too much for me Like it contains peanut oil, sesame sauce, seaweed, vinegar, chili oil, & chives. Oh, & peanuts! Too much random stuff that I don't use in my cooking. I just took a photo of the contents to show you.

Made maple sugar cold foam for the 1st time & it was a complete failure. It literally 'melted'/disintegrated. .. & why was it to hole-y?! As previously mentioned, I can't do heated creams/milk so I thought cold foam would be the way to go but it's not easy. .. I think I added too much water to melt the maple sugar so the water content was too much, thereby causing the milk to 'melt'. Don't know! But will try again in the future!

Summer rolls with imitation crab sticks, white beech mushroom & carrots. Yeah, no greens haha

Half of the summer rolls were eaten during lunch time & then the 2nd half, I saved for dinner. I drizzled some water on top & microwaved these bcos I've always wanted to know what the texture is like when summer rolls are microwaved. Obviously, the ingredients I used aren't the traditional kinds but it's the same rice paper & rice vermicelli noodles. They were kind of like a cross between summer rolls & steamed rice rolls? The rice paper wrapper became softer. But bcos rice paper is very thin compared to rice rolls, it didn't have that soft chewines/bounciness. It was just soft. No comment about the filling bcos. .. it's basically just heated up. & bcos they resembled rice rolls, I used hoisin sauce & satay sauce as the sauce instead of a diluted fish sauce mixture.

Air fried potatoes~ they take long. .. but so good! (used Costco-bought salmon seasoning & olive oil)

That is it for now. Thank you for reading as usual : )

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