three michelin stars

Chef Au for Otayuri

Yuri runs a small, chic cafe in the heart of the city. Yuri’s cafe is frequented by a lot of city hipsters for his healthy recipes and rustic aesthetics of the shop. Yuri loves his job (even though he complains about it all the time) but he can’t hold down a relationship since all of his previous partners got tired of his extreme zeal and dedication towards the culinary arts and his cafe.

Otabek is the head chef of a three Michelin star restaurant. He’s really talented and hard working but lately, he’s beginning to feel uninspired. One day, he finds himself wandering into Yuri’s cafe and falling in love with not only the almond croissants but the cute blonde who made them.

I’m on a Kitchen Nightmare binge, and I’ve noticed something.

Gordon Ramsey, as brutally honest and rude he can be, is never rude to the servers.

All the waiters and waitresses he encounters (that I’ve seen so far) have been treated with the utmost respect. He’s just so polite to them.

And that’s why I love Gordon. Wait staff have it hard. And even this Three Michelin Star chef treats them as equals.

chamomiletealove  asked:

Hello! I feel like i already ask a lot to you guys, but i can't help it, I'm sorry! >__< i love your rec and you guys have helped me so much :) anyway, do you guys happen to know any sterek fic that's similar to For Better, For Worse by Vendelin? Where both of them are already in a relationship but somehow drifted apart, but they tried and succeed in mending their relationship and live happily at the end? I love long fic, but i will devour everything about this trope ;) thank you so much! 😆😆😆

I already did this list! And then I must not have hit publish cause I come back today and it’s all gone!!! *sobs* Anyway….don’t apologize for your asks. Consider it repayment for finding so many lost fics for us! Here’s break up but with happy ending fics. The second time. - Anastasia

Originally posted by denikinganimations

For better, for worse by Vendelin

(1/1 I 13,336 I Explicit)

Derek and Stiles have been married for six years. Derek loves his job as a successful lawyer, loves his financial security and his large house. It isn’t until Stiles gets shot while working that he starts to understand that maybe Stiles isn’t loving their life as much as Derek is.


Still in Love with you by dereknstiles

(1/1 I 3,505 I General)

Sheriff Stilinski has an intra-personal bet with himself to see how long it will take for his stupid son and his equally stupid (ex)son-in-law to get their heads out of their asses. Meanwhile Deputy Jordan Parrish is trying too hard to woo Stiles.

I Do Do You? by Captain_Loki

(1/1 I 6,540 I Explicit)

Stiles and Derek wake up hung over and married in a hotel room in Las Vegas. It wouldn’t be so bad if the year before their relationship hadn’t fallen apart.

In Cups of Coffee by Idday

(1/1 I 8,159 I Mature)

“Stiles breaks up with Derek on a Tuesday.

It’s the hardest thing he’s ever had to do, and he wants to get it done as soon as possible so he can go burrow into his self-hatred and stay there.”

waiting for you to say it first by paradis

(1/1 I 8,215 I Teen)

Four months.

Four months they’ve managed to avoid one another. Stiles quit going to pack meetings. He quit doing research unless Scott really, really begged him to. He avoided driving the road that led out to the turnoff to the Hale house, he avoided going to all the spots where Derek might possibly be. Four months, and now, here they are, standing in the Minit Mart, Stiles thinks, staring down at the grimy tiles. He can hear the catch of Derek’s breath, and he closes his eyes and breathes deep.

The Christmas Raffle by mikkimouse

(1/1 I 10,386 I Explicit)

Every year, the royal Hale family raffles off a Christmas dinner with Prince Derek to raise money for charity. But this year, the winner is the second chance Derek didn’t know he was looking for.

You Were Right Here All Along by RedCoral

(4/4 I 16,278 I Teen)

He opened his eyes and through the blur of his tears, he looked at his own hands where Derek was now holding him and said in a broken whisper, “W-What did you do?”

Because of what Derek did, Stiles left to Paris and didn’t look back, not even thinking about all the ties he just cut. Now he’s opening his own restaurant in New York and Derek’s a three Michelin star chef, who Stiles finds necessary to warn of his arrival.

Somehow that one conversation turned into much more and Stiles finds out things weren’t what they seemed, neither when it came to the past, nor the future.

Cutback by WonderWolf

(1/1 i 19,323 I Teen)

“You’re the only person that can help us and we need a place to crash. Can we stay at yours? Just for the week? I promise we’ll be quiet and—”

The feeling of dread quickly turns to panic and Derek forces out through a tense jaw, “Who’s ‘we’, Scott?”

Scott’s face morphs into a look of sadness and pity before he responds with a defeated, “Me and Stiles.” He tenses, as if to brace for the rejection Derek is sure to give him, because there’s no way that Derek would agree to house his ex-boyfriend for a week, even as a favor to his brother. Not after everything that happened, after the devastating heartbreak he still hasn’t fully recovered from.

He takes a deep breath and sighs, “Okay,” despite every intelligent part of his brain yelling at him that it isn’t a good idea.
- - - - - -
Scott and Stiles are pro surfers in need of a place to stay for their upcoming competition. Out of all the things Derek expected this summer, being asked to house his brother and ex-boyfriend for one week wasn’t on the list.

que tu m’aimais encore by magneticwave

(1/1 I 19,931 I Teen)

Wolves mate for life, don’t they?

You Remember It All; When I Loved You So by crossroadswrite

(1/1 I 21,413 I Teen)

Derek takes a step forward and then stops. Stiles can see the way his muscles tense and tremble like he’s holding himself back by a hair.

“What-“ his voice breaks, he gets a little choked off and has to drop his eyes.

It’s been one year. He doesn’t think he can look at him after one year.

“What are you doing here?” he mumbles into the floor, knows that Derek will hear him.


Play Crack the Sky by WeAreTheCyclones

(23/23 I 122,787 I Explicit)

Excerpt from “Hale Pulls the Plug on the Future of Rock,” Rolling Stone, Issue 1203 – Oct. 2014
“Fans and music industry vets alike are left reeling in the wake of bassist Derek Hale’s sudden departure from Smokes for Harris. At a time when the foursome from Beacon Hills, California seems to be on the cusp of rock superstardom after just one double platinum record, Smokes has everything to lose.”

Excerpt from “Smokes for Harris: Gladiator,” – Feb. 2015
“Smokes for Harris gives in a little to the pop punk of yesteryear in their sophomore effort, but rather than pandering to fans of a lost era they elevate the genre in a way that hasn’t been seen in quite some time. Frontman Stiles Stilinski works double duty as singer and primary songwriter and proves that he can handle the task even without former bassist Derek Hale.“

glitterrain97  asked:

Hi, I was wondering if you could update the chef!stiles tag? :)

Heart Spice by Inell (1/1 | 6,950 | PG13)

When Stiles was twenty-two, he had his heart broken when Derek chose his career over their relationship. A little over ten years later, they meet again on the set of a reality TV cooking competition. Derek wants a second chance, but Stiles isn’t really in a forgiving mood.

the run and go. by haleinskibro (1/7 | 7,093 | NC17)

aka Stiles and the Hitman

— this is just not Stiles’ week. First, there was the guy with the gun who tried to take his dog. and then, some guy climbed through his window saying he was there to protect him from any more potential dog-nappings of any kind. throw in someone trying to take his house and ruin the wedding that could make or break his career, Stiles just needs a soft bed, a couple shots of vodka, and a long, long, vacation —

You Were Right Here All Along by RedCoral (4/4 | 16,278 | PG13)

He opened his eyes and through the blur of his tears, he looked at his own hands where Derek was now holding him and said in a broken whisper, “W-What did you do?”

Because of what Derek did, Stiles left to Paris and didn’t look back, not even thinking about all the ties he just cut. Now he’s opening his own restaurant in New York and Derek’s a three Michelin star chef, who Stiles finds necessary to warn of his arrival.

Somehow that one conversation turned into much more and Stiles find out things weren’t what they seemed, neither when it came to the past, nor the future.

Finger Food by AllTheseSquaresMakeACircle (4/4 | 19,134 | NC17)

Derek Hale didn’t expect for his mother to give him the alpha power. Especially not before he graduated high school. He also didn’t expect to meet another teenage alpha, Scott McCall. Or his human best friend, Stiles. He didn’t expect himself to be fixated on Stiles long and slender fingers. Or his exceptional skills in the kitchen. Derek didn’t expect a lot of things. Then again, sometimes that unexpected turned out to be a good thing.

Wolf ‘Em Down Tacos by Mimi (SillyMimi) (1/1 | 3,176 | G)

Everyone knows the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.

AKA the Sterek food truck AU nobody asked for.

[TRANSLATION] EXO - 170117 Happy Lotto Box Bucket Lists


1. Watch Champion League
2. Skydiving!


1. Travel the world
2. Asia, Europe and South America and world concert tour


1. Solo concert
2. To have the entire world know my music


1. Resteraunt tour
2. Japanese spa holiday


1. To grow a full moustache at least once… Of course, when I’m way~ older!
2. Though I don’t know when it will be possible, but I would like to be the best vocal.


1. Travel the entire world alone
2. Scuba diving tour


1. Travel to and patronise all the three star Michelin resteraunts in the world
2. Go to the moon


1. Backpacking holiday
2. Release 10 solo albums


1. I want to travel to every corner of Korea, and try the famous dishes from them all.
2. I just want to experience everything that I possibly can!

Credit: translation,

A Date with Oda

Note: I haven’t seen Nobunaga’s sequel in Tenka, but I have finished his route in SLBP. I hope I do him justice!

Hey everyone!  So, this is my first attempt at a Samurai Love Ballad Party fan fic.  I originally wrote it for @nijigendiaries because I think she was feeling down, but that was a while back, and Nobunaga is her bae. I also had just finished Shingen’s Divine Destiny Ending and was in the mindset about what the other Lords’ would be like.  So, I know that this likely isn’t accurate to his from Tenka, but oh well!  Sorry if he is a little OOC and that I got his childhood name wrong.  I will change it when I find out what it really is!

I also want to tag @jemchew because she mentioned my drabbling the other day.

“keep reading’ applied to save your dash!

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anonymous asked:

hey guys i've had a bad few days since my sister in law just said she wants to get a divorce and i was wondering if you guys could please rec me some happy ending divorce or break up fics please

Awww, sorry to hear it bb!  Here you go  -Emmy

Originally posted by sterek-todaytomorrowforever

It Will Come Back to You by ladylade 

(<5k I Teen I Complete)  *sterek

Teen Wolf kink meme prompt: After breaking up with his boyfriend, Stiles finds a wounded dog in the woods. Something about it reminds him of his ex, so he names it Derek. He doesn’t know exactly how fitting that name is.
(or, how Stiles finds out that the ex-boyfriend that he’s still in love with is a werewolf)

Broken Hearted by trilliastra 

(1,405 I Teen I Complete)  *sterek

Derek drops his bag to the floor. “Did your dad try to set you up with someone before, or this is the first time?”

Stiles shakes his head, defeated. “I guess he really likes you.” And he knows Stiles likes Derek too, he thinks but doesn’t say. It’s a lesson he will have to learn: never have heartfelt conversations with his dad while drunk. That can never end well.

“At least someone does. I’ll take a shower.” Derek says, heading for the bathroom without sparing Stiles a second glance.

I’d Do Anything To Protect You by makingitwork 

(2,323 I Explicit I Complete)  *steter

Except hurt you further

It’s Been Four Hundred and Ninety Days by paradis 

(4,486 I Teen I Complete)  *sterek

It’s been four hundred and ninety days, and it took Derek forever but they’re at day one again.

Derek and Stiles Take a Break by iKnightWriter 

(4,700 I Teen I Complete)  *sterek

Derek and Stiles need a break from their relationship

Waiting for You to Say it First by paradis 

(82,15 I Teen I Complete)  *sterek

Four months.

Four months they’ve managed to avoid one another. Stiles quit going to pack meetings. He quit doing research unless Scott really, really begged him to. He avoided driving the road that led out to the turnoff to the Hale house, he avoided going to all the spots where Derek might possibly be. Four months, and now, here they are, standing in the Minit Mart, Stiles thinks, staring down at the grimy tiles. He can hear the catch of Derek’s breath, and he closes his eyes and breathes deep.

When It All Falls Apart by Peter Hale (SebastianVael) 

(8,354 I Mature I Complete)  *steter, past Stackson

Stiles doesn’t know what to do.

He’s on the verge of losing everything in the divorce, on the verge of breaking down. He hates himself, hates what he is, what he’s not. He has no husband, no alpha, no mate. He’s about to lose his mind, and he has no hope.

His mother used to tell him; when you’ve hit rock bottom, the only way out is up. But what’s the point in trying to climb out of Hell, when the Devil’s waiting for you with an army of lawyers?

And with his heat just around the corner, Stiles doesn’t think he has anything left to give. He needs a miracle.

He just didn’t figure his miracle would wear Alexander Amosu and fight his battles with a smirk that could kick-start the apocalypse.

Parachute by dreamerjules (jelaine3), OnTheGround2012    

(8,424 I Mature I Complete)   *stackson

This is about Stiles too and he deserves his freedom even, maybe especially, if it permanently locks the door on Jackson’s prison.

In Quiet, A Favor by Helenish 

(12,619 I Explicit I Complete)   *sterek

“You like happy endings, huh?” Stiles says, lying pressed in against his back, sliding his fingers along the edge of Derek’s chest, along his ribs and up his sternum.

For Better, For Worse by Vendelin 

(13,336 I Explicit I Complete)   *sterek

Derek and Stiles have been married for six years. Derek loves his job as a successful lawyer, loves his financial security and his large house. It isn’t until Stiles gets shot while working that he starts to understand that maybe Stiles isn’t loving their life as much as Derek is.

You Were Right Here All Along by RedCoral 

(16,278 I Teen I Complete)  *sterek

He opened his eyes and through the blur of his tears, he looked at his own hands where Derek was now holding him and said in a broken whisper, “W-What did you do?”

Because of what Derek did, Stiles left to Paris and didn’t look back, not even thinking about all the ties he just cut. Now he’s opening his own restaurant in New York and Derek’s a three Michelin star chef, who Stiles finds necessary to warn of his arrival.

Somehow that one conversation turned into much more and Stiles find out things weren’t what they seemed, neither when it came to the past, nor the future.

Coming in Full Circle by heartsdesire456 

(22,215 I Teen I Complete)  *Petopher

Peter never expected life to end up bringing him back to Beacon Hills nearly seventeen years after he left it, but when his estranged son’s mother abandoned him without warning, it was up to Peter to go back and step up to be the parent he never really had been. Life trying to be Jackson’s father was hard already, but little did he know that only six months into the struggle, his world was going to be shaken once more when the man he both married and divorced before he could legally drink walked right back into his life.

Mating Habits of the Domesticated North American Werewolf by lielabell 

(35,458 I Mature I Complete)  *sterek

Derek doesn’t do pining.  He doesn’t.  So when it becomes clear that Stiles is much more interested in having Derek as a new best friend than a boyfriend, he puts on his big boy pants and makes it fucking work.   He becomes the best goddamn friend a spastic teenager could ever hope to have.

209.8 pounds before Paris –> 214.2 pounds after Paris

Geez, Libra, way to be aggressive with your expectations of my future weight gain! I was on vacation!

My first time in France was amazing. We took a day tour of the castles of the Loire Valley, visited a vineyard, went to the palace at Versailles, spent a day at Disneyland Paris, and then did just Paris stuff for the other six days.

I had macarons, mille feuille, croissants, pain au chocolat, a one-Michelin-star tasting menu, a three-Michelin-star tasting menu, pork trotters and the best polenta I’ve ever had, hand-pulled noodles, banh mi on real French baguettes, chorizo paninis, a chili cheese dog and a pound of fudge at Disneyland, the best gelato I’ve ever had at multiple locations of a Paris chain that also happens to have two locations in NYC that will now be the death of me, Kir Royales, all of the wine ever, Pizza Hut, the Paris version of a taco (which is actually a burrito), potatoes baked in duck fat and mixed with cheese, so much bread and butter you wouldn’t believe one human was capable of eating it … actually, I should stop, this is too glorious/painful to think about.

I think all of the food tasted so good partly because I haven’t cheated on keto in literal months and partly because the food really is that amazing. The city was like NYC except much prettier and more tourist-friendly. Like, the train actually goes all of the way to airport! And the trains come every 2 minutes!

Point is: Paris is everything. We had a lovely little Airbnb with a terrace right in the 4th arrondissement and walked everywhere and drank the best coffee at all of the cafes and tried to speak French and failed but everyone was still so nice to us. I already miss being there so much.

I planned a bunch of outings for this week to enjoy while I’m off the wagon, so I won’t be fully back on keto until Sunday. Now please excuse me while I go catch up on one million of your posts!


It’s a soup kitchen fit for kings and queens.

And that is exactly the way internationally famous chef Massimo Bottura wants it. The aim of this new venture, though, is different: It’s a gourmet soup kitchen that uses leftovers to feed the less fortunate.

When you walk into Bottura’s latest culinary temple, it would not be out of place in his home city of Modena, Italy, the location of his Michelin three-star restaurant Osteria Francescana.

“This is not a charity project, but a cultural one,” Bottura says. “It’s involving architects, artists, designer[s], to create a space full of beauty and culture.”

Master Chef Turns Leftovers Into Fine Dining For Brazil’s Hungry

Photos: Joao Velozo for NPR

okay! so.

earlier today i was trying to explain what it is, when i’m attracted to a man, i find attractive. my friend threw out all these “hot celebrity” names - the chrises, george clooney, you get the drift - and i was like, “well, i mean, sometimes, but not… not really,” and offered joe gilgun and, eventually, viggo mortensen as counter-examples.

bear with me here, because i’ve found a better one.

right now, i’m finishing the london episode of the layover because i passed out partway through it last night. bourdain meets up with marco pierre white, a restaurateur now in his mid-fifties who was the youngest chef ever to earn three michelin stars, the first real celebrity chef - basically a kitchen rockstar, with the colourful stories and slight aura that goes with it. bourdain takes him to this tiny, shabby-to-look-at, 70 year old underground club, and when they approach the equally tiny bar, white takes the near-middle aged, fairly regularly english-looking, bartender’s hand and asks her name. “natasha,” she answers. “it’s nice to meet you, natasha. i’m marco.” as she tells them a little bit about the place, white looks about and comments that he’s never been there before, and bourdain ribs him for “having a business five feet away” (one of his famous restaurants) but never having found the bar before. white says to natasha, “just down the road.” “i know,” she says. “i’ve been your way quite a few times.” white gives her a small but genuine smile and tilts his beer towards her slightly. “cheers, natasha,” he says.

and reader? i swooned.

Of Immortality ft. Taehyung

Genre: angst, fluff ,Vampire!AU

Word count: 4,271

Summary: Taehyung has been a vampire for so long and you’ve been human for so short.

You met Taehyung five years ago in a Creative Writing class. You were assigned to work on a paper that lasted for the whole academic year. He was very nice and sweet, not to mention smart as well. It’s like he had read Dante’s Inferno for around a thousand times.

You later found out that he actually did, with no exaggeration.

Long story short, you’ve grown to love Taehyung and he surprisingly reciprocated. Four years ago, you confessed your feelings and he had confessed that he was not the typical bubbly twenty year old you thought of him to be.

“So that’s why you could pull off all those all-nighters!” You excitedly replied to a somber Taehyung after he said he wasn’t human. It was too casual of an answer.

He was genuinely surprised. “You mean, you aren’t scared?”

“You’re my best friend. You can’t hurt me even if you wanted to. If you did, you would’ve done it a long time ago but here we are, talking about this. Say, what year are you born in?” You cheerfully asked.

He scratches the back of his neck. “I’d rather not say.”

“It’s okay. It’s just a number. But just for the record I like you, it’s okay if you don’t like me as well. Uhm I–”

He suddenly pulled you by the wrist and pressed his lips against yours.

Today marked your fourth anniversary as a couple. He agreed to live with you some time ago and it was the best decision the two of you had ever made.

Living with Taehyung was unorthodox but very nice. But you never pictured having two fridges in your home. One fridge for your food, and his fridge for multiple bags of blood he buys in bulk from the local hospital.

While you ate your TV dinners on the couch, Taehyung was sipping on a blood bag like it was a Capri Sun juice box.

While you slept, he just watched you. And whenever you woke up, you’d see his smile first thing in the morning.

You didn’t know what to get Taehyung for your anniversary since he didn’t really like gifts nor couldn’t you afford something that you thought he would like. You’ve gotten him a bag of your blood for two years in a row now, a yearly treat he didn’t ask for but was much appreciated. He said your blood tasted nothing like those he bought from the hospital. He described that it tasted like liquefied rosewater Turkish delights with a hint of tangerines, which you thought was rather weird. But it made him happy so it made you happy as well.

Taehyung had gotten you this apartment for your first anniversary and a car for the second. A grand series of vacations on the third.

It was greatly appreciated by you of course.

You tried refusing at first but got a reply of “Money is no object. I’ve been living for how many centuries now and it’s never been an issue. And it will never be an issue.”

You don’t know exactly what he does to get a ridiculous amount of cash to afford living expenses but he had said that would be a story for some other time. You had your suspicions he was a drug dealer or a leader of the Korean Mafia link, maybe some other bad ass occupation that required his vampire abilities.

You finally decide to give him bag of your own blood for the third year in a row.

“Tae, you shouldn’t have.” You said with your mouth agape.

He had surprised you by taking you to the fanciest restaurant in Seoul and renting out the whole place. The both of you walked into the lavish venue.

“Trust me on this. The food’s really good. Well, I don’t eat it but Sana eats here regularly so it has to be good.” He smiles that rectangular smile again. It was actually hard to believe he wasn’t human when he certainly acts and looks like one.

You then thought of your friend Sana. She was stinkin’ rich and she almost always chooses to eat here so it really must be good.

“Sana suggested the place right? So sure. I’d trust you on this.” You grinned and let him pull your seat out for you.

The waiter came along and introduced the menu. “Miss Y/N, you will have the full eight course dinner comprised of the best food you’ll ever have in your entire life. And you Mister Kim, would you like anything?”

“I’m sorry to ask this Jimin but does a three-Michelin star restaurant like this have a straw in the establishment?” You chuckled a bit.

“I’ll try to ask sir. Your food will be out shortly Miss Y/N.”

“Thanks Jimin.” You smile at him.

“So is Jimin one of your friends?” You ask him while running your fingertips over the tablecloth.

“Yep. He’s the son of a business partner. He also knows my secret.”

“Wait, where do you work anyways? Where do you go when I’m working the eight hour shift at the office?”

“I may or may not have been running the Kim Group of Companies.” He bites his lip nervously and looks around the restaurant, avoiding eye contact.

“Why didn’t I see this coming.” You rolled your eyes at him. “That’s why you gave me a fucking R8 for our anniversary! I thought you were leader of the Mafia or something!”

“Well,” Taehyung contemplated if he was going to tell you that he was actually part of the Mafia a few years back but that would be too many surprises for one night. He opted to apologize

“Sorry it took so long for me to spill, it’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s just that–”

“I know, I know. You wouldn’t know how I would react. Listen Tae, I’ve been dating you for three years now and you’ve seen all of me–”

“I’ve seen all of you alright.” He bites his lip seductively this time and eyes your cleavage that was showing thanks to the low cut of the dress. You cross your arms over your chest to cover your boobs.

“That’s not the point Tae. The point is, I love you no matter what.” You reach for his hand and hold it across the table.

Jimin arrives with a tray in one hand. “Here’s your entree, and Mr. Kim here is your straw.”

He hands Taehyung the piece of plastic. “Dad was going crazy in the back asking where the fuck could he find a straw in this restaurant. Luckily, he found one in a random storage drawer.”

“Thanks Jimin. You’re the best. Tell your dad I’d pay an extra hundred for the labor I caused.” He says as the young waiter tended to you.

“Enjoy your meal.” He exits and leaves the two of you.

The salmon looked good and you immediately tucked in. Taehyung, across you, got the blood bag out of his pocket and poked the top with a straw.

“Thank you for this. I really appreciate it.” He said with a smile but with a hint of worry as he eyed the junction of your arm that had a band aid on it.

“Tae, it’s only a bag of blood. And it’s for you so shut up and let me eat and I’ll let you feed. Okay?”

He nodded, sipping on the red liquid and savoring it.

Soon, the two of you were done with your meals.

Jimin took a photograph of the two of you with Tae’s phone while the two of you were at the dinner table. The night ended with the both of you utterly satisfied with your respective anniversary dinners.

You had changed into a nightshirt which was actually Taehyung’s sweatshirt and no pants because you wanted to be comfortable. He opted for a white tank top and sweatpants. He sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for you to wash up.

You got out of the washroom and sat at the edge of the bed with him.

“Are you sure you want to be with me?” Taehyung suddenly asked with a hushed voice.

“I’m already with you.” You grab hold of his hand and kiss it.

“I mean, would you be with me for the rest of your life? Until you die?” His voice was shaky, filled with worry.

You sighed. “Yes. Even when I grow old. I should be asking you that. I’m the only one aging here. I’d probably look like a walking raisin fifty years from now and I’d still love you. And fifty years from now, you’d still look perpetually twenty. Are you willing to stay with someone who grows old?”

He stayed silent. You were the one worrying now. Maybe he didn’t like that. Maybe he wanted someone who’s perpetually twenty like him.

“I love you.” He said as he turned to look at you. “The first time I had laid my eyes on you. The first time you had spoken to me. And I will love you. The moment you will close your eyes permanently as I hold your beautiful hand, maybe filled with wrinkles, but age will not affect how beautiful you are. I love you. And I will for a thousand lifetimes.”

You kissed him as his tears flowed from his amber colored eyes. You retracted and kissed him on the forehead.

“I love you too. I’m going to sleep.” You smiled at him and lay down, letting your drowsiness take over.

“I love you too. So, so much.” He murmurs as holds you tight against his body as you slept soundly.

The next day, you wake up to an empty bed, a rare occasion.

A post-it was stuck on the pillow beside you.

Told your boss you were sick. Enjoy your day off! I love you so much. Help yourself to whatever Sana brought for you this morning. I had an emergency meeting. I love you so much.’

You grinned while reading the note and stood up, heading towards the kitchen. Taehyung was right. Sana had brought you a lot of stuff, as the food junkie she is, she left a number of containers filled with the highest quality takeout. You opt for the congee she probably bought at a specialty shop in Chinatown and enjoyed eating it.

You then decide to head to your shared bedroom and tried to clean up. Vacuuming, mopping, and changing the sheets and the curtains. You then organize your things from under the bed.

You suddenly see a rather strange looking, black book. You haven’t seen it before. Maybe it was Taehyung’s? It probably was.

You dragged it out from its confines and look at it with curiosity. It was leather-bound and had an engraving in gold with the initials ‘KTH’. You opened it to see what was inside. It was something you definitely did not expect.

It was an illustration that looked like it was from the Koryo Dynasty. Your suspicions were confirmed when you saw the writing at the bottom of the page.

937, my first lifetime with you. You, my sun, moon and stars. Whose existence lights up my life. And you who returned to reunite where you have to be, to the sky along with the other angels. I couldn’t keep you forever.

You then scrutinized the illustration. You definitely did not expect that. It was a painting of Taehyung and you. He stood at your right side with arms folded while you sat on something with your arms folded as well. Taehyung looked absolutely regal with long hair and a light smile, just like he is right now. The only differences were his hair length and the clothes he wore, other than those, he pretty much looked the same.

Well, the girl didn’t look exactly like you. She was dressed in a large hanbok and looked very regal. She also sported an intricate hairstyle. She smiled widely in the illustration, she didn’t have dimples like you did. Her eyes were also monolidded, unlike yours that were double.

You were seriously freaked out and immediately shut the book. You ran to the kitchen and drank some cold water. Was it real? What the hell did that mean? Taehyung was alive in the time of the Koryo Dynasty?

You send him a text.

Please come home as soon as you can. The food Sana brought was good and I’m eating well. Don’t worry. I love you so much.

You place your phone on the countertop and head to the bedroom with determination. You were going to explore the rest of the damned book.

You opened it to the second page and skipped to the writing at the opposite page.

1398, It was surprising for me to have seen you again. We share our second lifetime. I was so excited. Though, you did not remember anything about our first life together. I was devastated. But we had time to get to know each other once again. You had loved me a second time. And it felt like the best thing in the world. You were mine once again. But you had left me. You were betrothed to a noble. Creatures like me did not deserve you. I had let you go. And soon, you had perished from this earth. I was unable to see your face at the last hours of your existence. I am truly sorry.

You bit your lip, preparing yourself for another surprise in the form of an image.

And yet another illustration that depicted you and Taehyung. The two of you weren’t smiling. His hair was longer in this picture. He had a hunting bow in one hand and his other hand was resting on your shoulder. He stood at your left this time and you were in the same stature as before, seated and arms folded. You had smaller lips this time, eyes still monolidded. No trace of your dimples were found, your hair in a more extravagant updo, and your hanbok grander than the last time.

You turn to the next page and you had pace going on now. Looking at the writing first before the picture.

1910, I have almost lost hope of not ever seeing you again. It was much too long of a wait but finally, found you. As always you didn’t remember but you loved me as much as I love you. I had shared my third lifetime with you. I got a professional photographer to take this shot. Our bliss was cut short when you had been killed by the Japanese a week later after this photograph had been taken. I wasn’t there. You were at the fields, picking vegetables for your lunch that day. I heard loud shots. You were shot by a gun. I could’ve saved you. I was faster than any bullet. But this time, it seemed that I was not. I held your body in my hands as I mourned your death. Fate has taken you away from me yet again. More painful than the last time. I see your face contort into a smile as you looked at me. I held your hand and grasped firmly. You had let go.

I killed an entire troop of Japanese soldiers that night.

I tortured the one who murdered you. But realizing that even that couldn’t bring you back to life, I snapped his neck and drank his blood.

A rather petty revenge to the one who had took the world away from me.

Your eyebrows knit together. You’ve never experienced Tae’s anger firsthand and you hoped never to. You continued.

This time it was a black and white photograph.

The both of you were wearing much simpler hanboks this time. He was smiling and you weren’t. Your hair was parted down the middle and tied. You had a taller nose this time around, your lips were still the same, and eyes with monolids.

He was smiling. His mouth was closed and he had facial hair this time. He also wore a hat or a headress? You couldn’t tell. But you were sure it was Taehyung.

You flipped to the next page with a heavy heart.

1948, I was surprised it didn’t take the universe long. It had pitied me for taking you away from me for so long and returning you for such a brief time only. You had fallen in love with me in an instant, you said. Our fourth lifetime was greatly enjoyed. You would’ve wanted children but I couldn’t give them to you. But you told me it was okay. I had also gained an American friend who gave me a camera. We took a number of pictures. A few months later, you were killed because the South’s forces found out you were from the North.

I fought with the resistance in anger that I once again could not save you.

Korea was divided.

You felt like you were getting a history lesson but a really emotional one. So you then proceed to the opposite page with the pictures.

There were five photos.

The first one showed the both of you wearing simple clothes. He was smiling brightly at the camera. His hair was short.

You smiled slightly. Your dimples were visible this time and your eyes were now double lidded. Your lips were still smaller from your lips now.

The both of you were standing. Your arm was in his as you leaned against him.

The four other photographs showed a house, probably the house owned by you and him, a tree, the fields, and a picture of children playing.

You were trying hard to fight back tears now. You flipped to the next page.

1972-1984, I thought my luck had ran out but I saw you again. I was so happy. You didn’t remember me of course. But you loved me again and I was once again the happiest man on earth. We had spent our fifth lifetime with our adopted son, Taeguk. I remembered you saying that you wanted to have children in one of your past lives. You were thrilled when I brought newborn Taeguk home.

But we weren’t so thrilled when Taeguk’s 12th birthday became your death anniversary. You died in a plane crash. Taeguk died in 1989 due to Malaria. The doctors couldn’t save the both of you.

I couldn’t save the both of you.

Your tears were running down your cheeks at a rapid rate now and you had to wipe your eyes with our shirtsleeve. And every so often blinked back the tears.

This page was filled with colored pictures. One depicted you wearing an office outfit and posing for the camera. Another had you and Taehyung with a lot of other people, all smiles as he carried you in a white dress and him in a tux. Yet another showed him wearing a military uniform and you wearing a floral dress. Another showed him shirtless and you wearing a bathing suit, a nice day at the beach. Another had only showed you and a baby in your arms, whom you assumed to be Taeguk.

You brushed your fingertips over the image and covered your mouth. Your chest filled with delight at the sight of the photo.

The next one was a happy family.

Taeguk didn’t look like you nor did he look like Taehyung but the three of you were smiling at the camera. This version of you looked exactly like yourself except for the hair and clothes. Taehyung as well.

Another picture looked like it was cut from a passport. You weren’t smiling there.

The last picture showed Taehyung and Taeguk kneeling on the floor, sporting black suits and somber smiles. Taeguk was holding a portrait of you.

You were sobbing like crazy at this point and you weren’t sure if you could continue. But you did.

2011, I never thought I wanted to go to school but seeing the university curriculum, it sounded like fun. I was twenty anyway. I got myself into the Journalism program. I was glad. Especially when I saw you for the first time again. You were as beautiful as ever. You had a grey hoodie on and a black skirt. Of course you didn’t remember who I was but my heart beat so fast when you smiled at me when you noticed I was looking at you and only you. I wasn’t sure if I was going to spend a sixth lifetime with you. I started thinking I was out of luck. We then got assigned to be partners for a paper. And I was content that we had become friends.

This page was filled with photos of you, candid shots. Some in class, at the university Foundation proper, at a formal dinner party, you even had a shot where you were at a house party with Sana, half drunk and laughing on a sofa.

You smiled at the memories.

You turned to the next page.

2012, You confessed to me. I was thrilled. But I wasn’t sure if you were going to accept me, as inhuman as I am as you had the past few lifetimes since this was definitely a new age. When you did, I kissed you. We started dating as it is customary in this era.

This page was filled with you and Taehyung.

Pictures at Lotte World,

at the Cherry Blossom Festival in Yeouido,

at a coffee shop in Gangnam,

Graduation Day,

and many other random photos he got printed.

This was a good page. You turn to the next with a wide smile.

2013, You bought an instant camera and I asked for all of the pictures.

If you ever find this, well, this is where it all went.

You saw familiar photos. Mostly of inanimate objects, Taehyung, and your friends.

You didn’t have a picture in this page.

You knew why. You never took photos of yourself with your own camera.

2014, I bought an instant camera as well.

I found out that this was a good investment.

If you’re reading this then, here are all the pictures. You are beautiful. So goddamn beautiful.

This page was full of you. Some of which you didn’t even know existed.

You laughing, some crying, smiling, angry, stressed.

It was just you, you, and you.

You had turned to the next page excitedly.

2015, I traveled the world with my world.

Yet more photographs.

This page was just the both of you.

The both of you in China,

Japan, Italy, France, Dubai , Malaysia, Macau, Germany, Moscow, Brazil, Los Angeles, New York, Chicago, and in Seoul.

You were contemplating if you still wanted to turn to the next page.

You’ve been crying for a long time now and you just felt so loved by Taehyung.

You flipped to the next page.

2016, The year isn’t done yet but by the time I’m writing this, it’s the night of our fourth anniversary. I’ve never thought we’d have our sixth lifetime together. I never even thought I’d find you again. And it turns out, I always do. And you’d love me as much as I love you. You might not remember your past lives with me but I’m very happy to have spent every single one with you. If this lifetime ends, I promise I will not stop finding you. We will spend more lifetimes together. I love you so much.

There was a plethora of photos, but it didn’t fill up the page. But one photo caught your eye.

It was last night’s picture.

You were smiling wide holding up a fork with the last prawn speared on it. Taehyung was smiling as well, peace sign held out with one hand, empty blood bag in the other.

You shut the book and placed it on top of the bed.

You went to the kitchen and splashed your face with some cold water to sober up from your crying session. You drank some water again and finished the rest of the food Sana had brought.

You checked your phone and found that Taehyung had texted you five minutes ago.

I’ll be there in fifteen. The meeting took longer than expected. I love you.

Taehyung arrived exactly fifteen minutes later.

“Honey, I’m home.” He enclosed you in a tight embrace.

And you kissed him passionately with much frustration. It lasted a long time until you had to pull away for air.

“Oh what was that all about?” He smirked, obviously enjoyed by the kiss.

“That was for the past five lifetimes I don’t remember.” You enclosed him in a hug again.

“You know?” He whispered, worried.

“I saw the book.” You said while crying.

“Are you mad?” He asked softly.

“At you? No. Never.” You sighed, clutching him tighter.

“I’m mad at myself for not remembering.”

“Nonesense. As long as you love me. As long as you live. As long as you keep living for me. I will keep looking for you. No matter how many lifetimes, how many months, how many years, after you leave me, I will make sure you will be back in my arms.” He whispered. He kissed your forehead many times. You chuckle.

“I don’t know what to say.” You admit shyly.

“I love you.” He pecked you on the lips.

“I love you too.” And no matter how many times he had heard that in months, years, decades, centuries, and lifetimes, as long he loved you, he was confident that no matter what, you would love him back.


This is the longest thing I have EVER written in one sitting. I need a nap.

Peace and Quiet

This is a Kai Parker/reader one-shot requested by @highklassbitches It was meant to be fluffier than is turned out. I have learned that I am not good a taking requests because I will end up writing whatever comes into my head and I am definitely not good at light smut. Sorry! (not sorry..I tried…I just can’t)

I had originally been working towards some sort of sweet ending but it took a hard left turn at some point.


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For once she was enjoying the afternoon sun, bearing down hot and bright. It was rare that she got any peace and quiet. Kai had been otherwise occupied all day, with what she didn’t know or care, as long as long as he wasn’t bothering her. Considering they were the only two people in this prison world, you would think it would be easy to get some space.  You would think that Kai wouldn’t pop up everywhere she turned. You would be wrong, because that was his specialty.

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Second Best

This Berlin Philharmonic conclave/succession election has gotten me thinking. 

It would seem that many people who use tumblr are young, and still in the aspirational/studying phases of their musical careers. 

It’s a trying, anxious, flustered way of living. We all know the reasons why–simply put, the work is never done. 

So I would like to share some personal experiences with you. Just to give you some food for thought. 

Like most of you, I caught the classical music bug as a teenager, and have devoted most of my life to pursuing it. I was not born into a musical family, nor was I raised in a large metropolitan area with easy access to world-class music-making. During my high school years I drove several hundred miles for lessons. 

You can guess what the result of all these circumstances has been: I make a living in classical music–I’ve made it–but I do my work entirely outside of the limited limelight still allotted to classical music. 

I still consider myself extremely fortunate to have beat the odds, and to make a living solely as a musician. 

And so, here is the point I wish to get across to you: to start thinking of music like food, and yourself as a chef. Because as soon as you accept the premise of this metaphor, your attitude towards yourself and what constitutes success can change. Yes, there are unbelievable restaurants in Paris, London, Tokyo, New York, and Los Angeles. As in, you literally cannot believe the kinds of textures, flavors, smells they are able to conjure up until you actually experience them. And once you do, you know you’ve had an experience that’s actually changed you, as you come to realize and appreciate the summit of human achievement and ingenuity in that realm. 

But here’s the rub: people everywhere need to eat. In Winnipeg, Omaha, and Aberystwyth the same as anywhere else. And in each of those towns, actually, you’ll be sure to find some local, hidden treasure…a really great place to eat, and a friendly atmosphere. A place where the locals gather to celebrate, and make memories of their own. 

Let’s not make any mistakes here: in practically every way you can measure, these places are not as objectively good as a place with three Michelin stars. Ingredients, menu, skill levels, etc. are just not the same. And yet…judging by AFFECT, can’t we all agree that in both places people are being fed, entertained, and occasionally surprised. Days are brightened, memories are made. 

I hope you see my point here…that we all grapple with orienting ourselves on the idealist/snob continuum. Lazy, incompetent music-making is a crime against the gods, and will be punished by eternal hellfire. Make no mistake about it. And yet, must we thumb our noses at church choirs, youth orchestras, community bands, and all the regional orchestras that routinely produce excellent performances of challenging literature, just because of their postal code? Or routine issues of intonation, ensemble, execution? 

You know the answer for yourself. 

Trust me, I know very well the hothouse conservatory mentality. I embrace it. We should challenge ourselves. But I always get a little sad inside when I hear someone with a master’s from CIM speak, apologetically, to another musician, that they’re only in XXX orchestra or whatever. 

The space, socioeconomically, between the A-list full-time orchestra jobs and the B-list gig work is real. In the United State, pre-Obamacare, that space was a chasm, because musicians couldn’t even get access to healthcare.  It is now a little better, but even so, the 1099 crowd gets by in 30K in income in a good year, and the Group 1 crowd rakes in 110K plus instrument insurance, pension, etc. So yes, aspiring to that Group 1 summit is a noble, and desirable, goal. But also remember that none of us do this for the love of money. 

(And if money is something you value, or need, then make the switch to amateur music-making. No hard feelings! It doesn’t make you a failure! It’s okay to do other things too! You’re not a traitor! How many musicians, I wonder, would have healthy, fulfilling lives, if they admitted to themselves “wow this isn’t working” and reinvented themselves…making the transition from music as vocation to music as avocation.)

So, find a way to be happy with the contributions you do make. For the talents you do have, and are able to share. Don’t give in to bitterness, especially when your classmates start really taking off and leave you behind. Be happy for them. 

Make sure that your musicianship always remains a reflection of who you really are as a person. Not just a set of fine-motor skills you’ve honed through practice. 

Actually making a living as a musician is in and of itself a tremendous achievement. Anyone who can actually say they do this, is worthy of my utmost respect.

(And I mean, even people like Daniel Barenboim get passed over for gigs. Who are we to then complain about our slights and rejections?)

girlmeetssterek  asked:

Hey, I was wondering if there could be an update on the break up tag, please? :)

sure can 

Second Time Around by BlueSkyMournings (2/2 | 10,834 | G)

Prompt: teasing, road, music, sneaking, flirt
Secret Santa 2016 for froggydarren < 3

You Were Right Here All Along by RedCoral (4/4 | 16,274 | PG13)

He opened his eyes and through the blur of his tears, he looked at his own hands where Derek was now holding him and said in a broken whisper, “W-What did you do?”

Because of what Derek did, Stiles left to Paris and didn’t look back, not even thinking about all the ties he just cut. Now he’s opening his own restaurant in New York and Derek’s a three Michelin star chef, who Stiles finds necessary to warn of his arrival.

Somehow that one conversation turned into much more and Stiles find out things weren’t what they seemed, neither when it came to the past, nor the future.

The Amazing Part Is by TroubleIWant (1/1 | 2,407 | G)

You’re in love with a beautiful boy, and the amazing part is that he loves you back. He’s all dark honey eyes and buttermilk skin, moles down his neck that he lets you kiss and kiss again. He’s all sharp laughter and too wide sweeps of his arms, and it’s been ten months but you’re not thinking about your first anniversary you’re thinking about forever.

broken hearted by trilliastra (1/1 | 1,405 | PG13)

Derek drops his bag to the floor. “Did your dad try to set you up with someone before, or this is the first time?”

Stiles shakes his head, defeated. “I guess he really likes you.” And he knows Stiles likes Derek too, he thinks but doesn’t say. It’s a lesson he will have to learn: never have heartfelt conversations with his dad while drunk. That can never end well.

“At least someone does. I’ll take a shower.” Derek says, heading for the bathroom without sparing Stiles a second glance.

Harsh Light by StAnni (1/1 | 1,601 | G)

Stiles’ scent, crushed disappointment and heartache filled the room. Derek immediately advanced half a step and Stiles took two steps back. “No, don’t” His usual fight had left his voice, he sounded empty and dull, like a bell unrung.

My Fair Warrior: Part 10

Setting: Richmond, Virginia, 2021

Summary: Feyre’s first Thanksgiving with her sisters since returning from Russia brings with it a great deal of unresolved tension.

Ship: Feysand

Rating: T

Word Count: 2,114

A/N: Part 10 of my Modern ACOTAR/ACOMAF AU. As before, some lines come directly from ACOMAF and belong to Sarah J. Maas.

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It’s incredible. Even Darren’s ratty old t-shirts can inspire Lynne enough for a fic prompt. ~800 words.

“What are you doing?” Darren asked, seeing Chris in front of their closet with a few garbage bags by his side.

“Spring cleaning,” Chris answered, scanning the contents of the large cabinet with a murderous look in his eyes.

“It’s November, Chris.”

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY SARAH ( obriensnipples ) U NERD


Stiles glares at a crate of avocados.

He reaches out to test another one, squeezing it gently to test for its ripeness, but once again it turns out hard. He’s pretty sure he’s been through three fourths of the crate at this point and all of them are too firm. Really, he should have bought some when he last went shopping to give them time to ripen, but, then again, his cravings can be unpredictable at times. And he really wants fresh guacamole, like, today.

Sighing, he considers abandoning the farmers market and braving the local chain grocery store, but just as he’s reaching out to try one last avocado, someone else’s hand darts out to grab it.

“Hey!” Stiles yelps as his hand is knocked out of the way. He turns his glare on the intruder, losing hold of his anger for a moment as he takes in the man’s broad chest and perfectly groomed stubble.

However, as soon as he sees the avocado skin flex perfectly under the man’s fingers, he just about sees red.

“Oh my god,” he hisses, launching himself at the avocado. “Give me that!”

“What the hell?” the guy replies, jerking his hands away and holding the avocado away from Stiles’ reach. “What the fuck is your problem?”

“I have spent the last hour searching the entire market for a ripe avocado and you just waltz on in and find it on the first try,” Stiles growls, glare still sharp.

“So?” Tall, Dark, and Stubbly asks, unmoved.

“So don’t you think it’s only fair – ” Stiles starts, but Avocado Asshole cuts him off.

“No,” he snorts, placing the avocado in a plastic bag and heading over to the stall owner to pay. “It’s not my fault you suck at finding the best produce.”

“I’m clearly just unlucky!” Stiles shouts at Avocado Asshole’s retreating back, hands curled up into fists at his sides.

He finally finds ripe, but badly bruised, avocados at a mega chain grocery store an hour and a half later. However, it’s only once he gets home that he realizes he forgot to get tomatoes.

Fuck his life.

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