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subspencer · 3 years

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perv spencer (ESPECIALLY s1-s2) would literally spend entire briefings daydreaming about you while staring right at your tits and hotch would be like “reid what are your thoughts. reid. reid?” and gideon would have to put a hand on his shoulder to snap him out of it and he’d go like BEET red after realizing what he’d done. imagine what would happen if you confronted him about it later when y’all were alone ✋🏾✋🏾✋🏾 down bad

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oof okay. spencer daydreaming about you, then without even thinking drawing you naked (to the best of his imagination) or exactly as he saw you in that meeting. and can you imagine finding his sketches? also i know it’s subby baby spencer but in his dream scenario he gets to be on top <3 he likes to think he’s strong <3

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cw: sub!spencer, baby!spencer, glasses!spencer, perv!spencer (aka Criminally Horny spencer), fem!reader, titty sucking <3

Hotch is running on about the details of the new case, and Spencer has no idea what they are. He’s technically aware that this stuff is important, but there are more… pressing things on his mind.

Specifically, the way that your chest stretches your blouse taught over your body, where your chest is just slightly too full for this size of a top. The fabric between two buttons right there gapes apart, just enough that he can see a sliver of your bare skin through it. Bare skin and the dainty lace edges of your bra.

Since he made that discovery about five or ten minutes ago, his gaze hasn’t moved past that little peek. It’s been etched into his memory already, but what good is a memory when he can look at the real thing right now, be completely entranced by you, right now.

“Reid…” he hears. He pictures you saying it, whispering it into his ear in the dark. The lights are off but he can still see your face, twisted in pleasure as you lay under him. “Reid!” It’s louder now. You’re screaming it at him as he thrusts his hips into you, faster as he approaches his high.

“Reid!!” He feels a bump on his shoulder and suddenly that image is gone. He snaps back to the present, completely unaware that he was lost in his own dream world as he looks around at the room full of people. He doesn’t even know when they all got here.

While Gideon starts to lay into Spencer for losing his focus, you feel a heat creep up your neck. You caught him looking; you thought he was just staring into space, spurring theories in his mind, until you saw the way he turned red and stuttered through his words. He was definitely staring at you.

His eyes catch yours as you begin to smile and he shifts in his seat, readjusting to hide the obvious tell in his trousers.

Hotch can’t dismiss the meeting fast enough; Spencer waits for the room to clear out so no one sees him as he runs off to the bathroom to… handle his situation.

He returns to his desk still slightly flushed, even after splashing cold water on his face post-release. He’s positive the shame is splattered all over his expression as he slinks back to his seat, ducking his head and burying his nose in case files to avoid looking at you for the rest of the day.

You want to say something, but you never get the chance. Each time you look over to him and think of approaching, something else requires your immediate attention. Whenever you see him heading in your direction, he immediately turns around and walks the other way once he sees you there. It’s a game of cat and mouse, and you are losing.

Until the end of the day, that is. You wait him out. Spencer doesn’t want to leave the office because he knows that the second he does, you’re going to head out, too. You’ll ask to join him on the metro for some company, like always, and he’ll be stuck talking to you for forty minutes with the painful knowledge he just got himself off in the office restroom while thinking about you.

He figures if he waits long enough, you’ll get tired and go home, and he’ll slip out twenty minutes later to make sure he doesn’t see you. Instead, you play his game and wait as long as it takes for him to finally go home.

It’s now nine p.m. The last remaining agents on this floor left thirty minutes ago, and Spencer is still pretending to be working. You’re well aware he finished his paperwork around six or seven, but he’s scribbling away in some journal to keep busy.

As quietly as possible, you slip away from your desk and creep up behind him, hoping to corner him like your prey. As you get closer, you see what he’s scribbling on his paper. It’s a drawing. It’s a drawing of you.

Specifically, it’s a drawing of you from the neck down, in the exact blouse you wore today. The buttons are undone and, to the best of Spencer’s imagination, in addition to the little preview he got earlier, you’re drawn sitting in your lace bra with the sides of the shirt laying open to show it off. His memory served him far too well, he has practically every detail of your body’s shape drawn accurately. And he even knew the exact pattern of the lace.

“Wow… that’s really good…” you whisper before you’re even aware.

Spencer jumps in his seat, slamming his sketchbook closed as he drops his pen in shock.

“Was that me?” you blush.

“N-no. That–that was nothing,” he swallows, shoving the book into his desk drawer. He shuffles around the objects on his desk, scrambling to pack up his bag with whatever he sees so he can make a quick escape. You grab his hand to stop him, taking a seat on the edge of the desk in front of his chair.

“It looked pretty good.” Spencer looks everywhere but directly at you. He fiddles with his tie, his sweater, anything in his hands as your gaze burns holes into his head. Seeing him squirm like this is entirely adorable, so you tease, “Wanna see how close you got to the real thing?”

His head snaps up, eyes bulging out. He says nothing, so you start to work the buttons on your blouse, and his eyes follow the movement of your hands. He pushes the bridge of his glasses back up his nose, clearing his throat as your fingers undo your buttons from top to bottom.

“Your drawing looked pretty accurate to me, Spencer,” you smile, popping open the last button and moving your shirt to your sides. “Did you get the lace right?”

His Adam’s apple bobs up and down his throat. He’s entirely focused on your chest, filling out your bra, rising and falling as you breathe.

“I- I think so,” he stutters, shaking his head to remind himself to speak.

“Why don’t you look closer?” You place a hand behind his head, bringing him a little closer to you. His tongue darts over his lips. Even under the dim overhead lighting, they glisten. His lips part slightly as he gets close, eyes roaming all over your exposed skin.

“I–I…” Spencer trails.

“You what, baby?” you giggle quietly, scratching his hair gently. He’s rock hard, clear as day, and his mind is completely blank besides thoughts of you.

“I want you. So bad,” he whispers, barely audible.

“I know,” you chuckle, stroking his locks with both hands now, letting your fingernails graze his scalp and send goosebumps all over him. Your thumbs rub his cheekbones, bringing his face to look up at yours. His big, brown puppy eyes are boring into yours, wide and waiting for you to say something.

You dive down, giving him a quick peck, and he chases your lips with his own, eyes still closed, as you pull away. Your hands leave his face for only a second but still he whimpers at the loss of contact, opening his eyes to see why you’ve left him. He looks at just the right time to watch you reach around to undo the clasp of your bra, shrugging it off along with your blouse, now completely bare to him.

“You know, your drawing is off to a good start...” you take his cheek in your palm again, guiding him to your chest. He instinctively runs his tongue over his lips to wet them before placing a reserved peck against your sternum, above your breast. Encouraged by your smile, he places another. And another. And several more, running down the valley between your breasts.

“Maybe you just need to get a little more familiar with the subject,” you sigh as he finally moves to one side, kissing over the swell of your breast before finally attaching his mouth around your nipple, sucking softly. His glasses shift up his nose, at risk of falling off his face as he buries himself into your chest, losing himself in memorizing your skin. He carefully bites down with his teeth and pulls gently, laving over the bud with his tongue at the same time, and another whimper escapes him as you moan. “So next time, just ask me to pose for you.”

#spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader smut #spencer reid x reader #mgg smut #matthew gray gubler smut #criminal minds smut #blurb #sub!spencer #perv!spencer #baby!spencer #🍭

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peonycats · 3 years

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(Underrated) Ancients to Today

I mean this technically qualifies as a Day 1 and Day 2 for @historical-hetalia-week? Anyways nevermind the fact that I’m late for both

EDIT: FINALLY FIXED IT HEY STAFF MAYBE WORK ON UNFUCKING UP THE MOBILE TEXT EDITOR BEFORE YOU FUCK UP THE PC EDITOR TOO

Achaemenid Persia/Iran

“Where others have developed as people Iran has developed longer limbs“ - @hammyletto

Just as insufferable as they were 2000 years ago

Hellas/Ancient Greece

Drawing her hair broke my wrist

Greece

If you couldn’t tell I don’t know how to draw cats

Why do hard to hair draw hairstyles run in this family

Khemet/Ancient Egypt

Supes Old and keeps getting steamrolled over by whatever foreigner shows up

Egypt

Strongest Bitch Face Syndrome known to man

“That damn dam!“

Kush (OC)

“Imagine getting annexed by the Romans like a fucking loser” -this post was made by the Kushite gang

Like the above note suggests, she never got conquered by Rome like Khemet. Or by the Persians. Or the Macedonians. Or the Arabs. Actually she legit conquered Khemet that one time-

Sudan (OC)

Unlike Greece and Egypt, Sudan’s ancient predecessor, Kush, is not his mother, nor did he ever know her directly. Kush is his grandmother!

Very very smug

And below is a closeup of Aksum+Ethiopia and their deets! They didn’t cut into a nice square crop sdhfjksjkdfjks

Ethiopia might be the oldest living nation-tan on Africa, and is among the few that escaped European colonization. In his youth, Ethiopia represented the Aksum Empire with his twin sister. At his core, he represents the Amhara, and she represents the Tigray. As the two groups hadn’t yet separated into distinct, separate groups, they remained young for a long time until the fall of Aksum. While nowadays she and him do trade off nation-tan responsibilities as the personification of Ethiopia, most nations are better acquainted with him as Ethiopia’s personification. He’s at least 20% coffee by body volume and has a complicated/mixed relationship with Eritrea, Somalia, and most of East Africa actually.

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writingtoforgetreality · 3 years

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Take It Easy - Little Movie Star Chapter Four (Jensen Ackles x Daughter!Reader)

[Actors-Masterlist], [Little Movie Star-Masterlist]

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Summary: The aftermath of the hate comments. Jensen explained that the future would not be easy if you had a public life. Bonding time with Danneel was appreciated & a revelation left Jensen with a plan for you.

Words: 2,022

Warnings: language, mentions of cyber bullying, bonding time, fluff, tiny bit of angst, fake social media posts (picture credits go to their rightful owners)

If you like my work & wanna support me: a coffee would be highly appreciated ❤

~2016~

Sunrise came sooner than anticipated. Wanting to procrastinate the talk with Jensen & Danneel, you slowly dragged yourself out of bed & went to the bathroom. Risking a look in the mirror was a big mistake. Your eyes were puffy from all the crying you did yesterday. Technically, you could go for sunglasses. Nope, you could not do that. You know who wears sunglasses inside? Blind people…& douchebags. Chuckling slightly at your own joke. Hopping in the shower real quick, you hoped the warm water could calm you down enough.

After putting on a comfortable outfit for the day, you took a deep breath & started walking to JJ’s room. It had become quite the routine for you. If you were up early enough, you stopped by her room & took her with you downstairs. Knocking softly & opening the door slowly, you saw her already awake, waiting for you to pick her up.

“Good morning, princess. Slept well?” she nodded eagerly & stretched out her arms.

“Let’s get to breakfast then.” smiling sweetly at her. Just for a second, you forgot all about last night & just lived in the moment. Oh, if it were that easy all the time…

Silent voices made you stop in your tracks. Eavesdropping was not something you usually did but you could not help yourself. Besides, you could tell that this conversation resembled around you.

“Maybe she hasn’t seen the comments yet.”

“Oh come on, Dee. Of course she has. I mean, our comment sections are filled with that bullshit.” Jensen was deeply hurt by what some of his fans were saying about you, after one single post.

“What should we do?” Danneel sighed.

“We talk to her.” that was when you coughed to bring the attention to yourself. They turned around & looked surprised by your sudden appearance. You set JJ down & crossed your arms over your chest.

“Sorry for listening in on you guys.” your eyes flickered down because deep down, you knew what you did was not okay.

“Hey, no, it’s fine. We wanted to talk to you anyway.” Jensen walked over to you, followed by Danneel.

“Please don’t listen to any of them, angel.” the nickname made your eyes shot up & when you looked at Danneel, you could feel the tears threatening to escape. Jensen could tell right away & wrapped his strong arms around your frame. You did not care about being vulnerable in front of them. Even though you were sure you would regret your actions in a few hours from now.

Breakfast was filled with conversation between the three of you. JJ & the twins were not understanding anything anyway & you were glad that they were too young to care about stupid comments made by anonymous people on the internet.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N).” Jensen’s voice was filled with disappointment. Though, you were not sure if it was directed at his fans or at his decision of making an Instagram post in the first place.

“None of this is your fault.” reassuring him quietly.

“You don’t deserve this. And we don’t want you to think that we’re not happy with you being here because that is bullshit. We love having you here.” Danneel’s hand found yours on the table & she gave you a little squeeze that put a small smile on your face. You were about to tell them something you had never admitted to anyone before. It was a big step for you & you were making yourself even more vulnerable in front of them. But they seemed genuinely concerned about you & you did not know why but you believed what they were saying. You just hoped your trust in them was not misplaced.

“It’s just…It’s not the first time I’ve heard something like that. A lot of the families I had been to previously had shared their opinions with me. I’m used to it, I don’t even know why it’s affecting me this much.” Jensen & Danneel shared a look with each other. Yes, they were happy that you were sharing a little bit of your past with them but what you shared broke their hearts. The worst thing was that they knew it was not the only thing that had happened to you. There had to be so much more that you still had not told them & they were scared what would come in the future.

“Can you promise me something?” Jensen waited until you met his eyes. “If you have thoughts like that, you come to us immediately. Because whatever your mind tries to tell you, it ain’t true. A lot of these comments are not only hurtful but also threatening. And I’ll put a stop to this right now.” he pulled out his phone & opened twitter. He showed Danneel & you the tweets before he hit send. Afterwards, they told you that comments similar to what you had read will continue to come at your way, simply because they were celebrities. After all, you were part of their family now & therefore your life would also be kind of public. As much as you would allow it anyway.

To some, these tweets might not be a lot but to you, they meant the world. After Jensen tweeted these, you grabbed your own phone, opened Instagram & reposted the picture you took yesterday.

You meant every single word because you did feel like a part of this family & why you still could not understand why they wanted you in the first place, you were more than happy that you were here still. A few weeks ago, you would have never thought to stay with them for so long. Yeah, they really meant it when they said they wanted you to be a part of them.

“I know exactly what we need!” Danneel stood up & you gave her a confused look. What was she planning?

“Girls-Day.” giving you a wink, she helped you out of your seat & gave you a light push, telling you to get dressed so you guys could go shopping. Danneel was aware that you were still slightly uncomfortable whenever you were alone with her but she wanted to change that & what better way than a shopping trip together?

The trip to the local mall was very much needed. Danneel warned you about possible paparazzi & the thought made you nervous. What if you did not look good? What if it gave the media something negative to report on? Danneel silenced your thoughts by dragging you into the first shop. Your shopping spree was successful & you came back with tons of shopping bags. Feeling bad because you did not pay for anything, Danneel assured you that it was no problem. Besides, you did not have a lot of clothing to begin with & she told you that you needed it. Also, she gave you permission to raid her closet any time you wanted. And who were you to decline such an offer?

“Successful much?” Jensen joked when the two of you entered the house, struggling with all the bags you were carrying. He gave you a hand & set some of the bags on the couch. Your mood had changed drastically if you were to compare yourself to a few hours prior.

“Jensen, can you help (Y/N) putting her stuff in her room?” Danneel grabbed some of her bags, definitely not nearly as many as were filled with your clothing.

After putting all of the bags on your bed, Jensen offered to help you putting them away in your closet & you thanked him. While the two of you got to work, he commented on some of the clothes that he was storing away & said that you & Danneel chose a lot of great looking things.

“So, how was today?” Jensen started a conversation & you were not in the mood to lie to him so you told him the truth, the entire truth for once.

“A rollercoaster of emotions. But it ended great.” shooting an honest smile his way, one, that he copied.

“I know it’d be easier if we weren’t popular & all that.” he sighed.

“Not all of it is bad, though. I mean, you get so much love on a daily basis.”

“True, but it can be frustrating, especially when family gets involved. Still happens with Danneel sometimes.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah, you know, when people get jealous & all that.”

“I’m sorry.” a tight lipped smile was on your face.

“Nothing to be sorry for. This life has its perks, but it also has a lot of disadvantages. When you’ve been in this business for so long, you start blocking out the negative comments...Hey, that was the last piece, we did it.” raising his hand for you to give him a high-five.

Falling backwards on your bed, Jensen mimicked your actions, you let out a long, satisfied sigh. Today had been exhausting, both mentally & physically.

“Now that we know that you enjoy shopping…what else do you do for fun?”

“Um, I guess a lot of creative stuff. I like writing. Taking pictures. Drawing. Oh, this will sound ironic, but I actually like acting a lot.” that peaked his interest. He propped up his arm & laid his head on it.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I mean...Whenever I imagine playing a role, it helps me control my emotions.”

“Do you have any experience?” he curiously asked. Maybe you had acted somewhere before?

“God, no. Just because I like it doesn’t mean I’m good at it.” laughing shortly, then you continued. “It’s not like there were a lot of opportunities coming my way growing up.” shrugging, you enjoyed the comfortable silence that followed. Shortly after, Jensen walked out of your room, telling you to get some sleep.

A plan was starting to form in his head. He had connections & if acting really was something that you enjoyed, why not trying? The producers had the last word & then he could see if it really was something that was just a hobby to you. He had a feeling that you would surprise him, though. Dialing the next person that came to his mind, he wanted to hear his opinion.

“Hey, man. How are you?”

“Hi, Jared. I’m great, thanks.”

“How’s (Y/N) doing?”

“Danneel & her went shopping today. But look, she just told me something.”

The conversation went on for a while & Jared was on board with Jensen’s plan. Still, it was meant to stay secret for the time being. They planned a dinner in a few days from now. Just him, Danneel & you, joined by Jared & Gen. It would also be your first time meeting them. This decision was made shorty after you arrived at the Ackles’ house. Simply because you were freaking overwhelmed with the entire situation & had to get used to them at first. Now, it felt like a good time to introduce you to the Padalecki’s. At the dinner, they would tell you about their little plan. Before that could happen, though, Jensen had to make a few more phone calls to set everything up. Hopefully, you would not kill him after finding out. No, he could tell that you were being serious about this. You might not admit it but he noticed that your passion for acting was way bigger than you let on.

~to be continued~

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Published (04/10/2021) by Cathy

Tags: @vicmc624, @imaginationisgrowth, @stoneyggirl, @alyispunk, @thevelvetseries, @multifandomlover121, @samsgirl93, @supernatural3002, @diabetes-03, @prettyybubblesintheair, @originalsoulcollector, @vir-tual, @bellero, @sergantbuckybarnes (let me know if you wanna be tagged <3)

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makaias-trash-heap · 3 years

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Can I request a midorima finding out his s/o is an artist and helping her improve with art?? (she suddenly asks him to do a small pose (Move his head a bit etc) see loose sketches on their notes/see unfinished painting on her room?? whichever one u like or all of them idk 💓💓) tyyy

Soooo I’m just gonna be real with you and say I have no clue how long you’ve waited so patiently for this and also thank you for that! Funnily enough, I actually made an artist OC girlfriend for him....a bit ago actually....pretty sure she was the last thing I posted. SO THIS WAS PERFECT! THANK YOU! I hope you love it!

(As always I take zero credit for the art or Midorima. The only thing in this I take ownership of is the OC Mira...I need disclaimers for like everything else I’ve written)

Mira sighs in frustration at the blank page in her sketchbook. Her most recent assignment was just to sketch a male portrait and for some reason she was struggling with it. She’s looked up multiple reference photos to use for inspiration but hasn’t been happy with any of her previous drawings. She glances at her phone when she gets a text from Midorima asking if they were still meeting today. She replied with a quick yes saying she was home and to just come in the door would be unlocked. She put her phone down going back to her sketchbook attempting to start again. She was mostly through the basic outline when someone knocked on her door. She sighs putting her sketchbook aside and standing up already knowing who was at the door.

“You know I said you could just come in. I left the door unlocked for you.” Mira said opening the door.

“It’s rude to just walk into someone else’s home nanodayo.” Midorima plainly states fixing his glasses.

Mira rolls her eyes smiling and moves to let him in, “Come in. Excuse the mess.”

Mira followed Midorima into the apartment, stopping in the living room to look around. Being his girlfriend did not spare her the not so subtle judgmental looks he would send her way now and then. Like the one she’s receiving right now after seeing the crumpled up pieces of paper, pencils, and erasers that littered her living room floor and chair.

“I tried to warn you.” Mira simply shrugged, moving past him to start picking up the mess.

He stands there watching her another second before moving to help her clean up, occasionally inspecting the paper he’s picking up.

“What is all of this?” He finally asks, standing up and smoothing out one of the papers.

She turns her attention to him, “One of my failed attempts at my most current assignment.”

He looks back up at her from the paper, “Assignment?”

She nods. “Yeah I’m in art school right now and my class assignment was just a male portrait.”

“And it hasn’t been coming along very well I take it.”

“Not at all, technically they’re all pretty sound, but I just don’t like any of them.”

Midorima throws away the last paper and looks back to her, “Is there anything I can do to help?”

Mira shrugs, “Not really unless you think you can model for me.”

At first it’s just an offhanded response to his question, but after a second of serious consideration she stops and looks at him.

He notices after a second and quickly shakes his head, “Mira no, that is not happening.”

“Hey you offered, come on, I’ve had art block all week so far and this is due in two days.”

He continues to stare at her for a second before sighing and looks away from her, “What do you need me to do?”

She smiles at him and looks around grabbing a chair and moving it by the window, “Just sit here and don’t move until I tell you to. We can take breaks if you need but I should still get it done today.”

Midorima nods sitting in the chair a little stiffly, “Like this?”

Mira looks over him and smiles, “Try to make this as natural as possible. And make sure you’re comfortable, you’re going to be in whatever position you choose for a while.”

He shifts a bit to get comfortable before turning back to her, “Is this ok.”

She looks at him again, picking up her sketchbook and charcoal pencils from the floor and moves to where she’ll be sitting to see how everything should look.

“Can you turn your head a bit more towards the light?”

He does as she asks, glancing in her direction for approval.

She smiles at him and nods, “Perfect, like I said if you need a break to stretch or use the bathroom or need something just let me know, I can always move my lamp by you if need be, natural lighting is usually better.”

He nods thanking her and then she gets to work on her drawing, working off of the outline she’d started before he showed up. A little over an hour into the process she looks up to check on him.

“Hey, still doing ok?”

He nods not moving from his position, “I’m fine.”

She smiles going back to work looking between him and the sketchbook. Mira stopped a bit later setting down the sketchbook and pencil.

“You can go ahead and get up and stretch. I'm taking a break for a second.”

Midorima nodded getting up and stretching, “Are you nearly finished?”

Mira looks down at her sketchbook and nods, “Just about, mostly just shading at this point. Thank you again for helping with this, I really appreciate it.”

“Just don’t expect it to be a common thing to happen.” He grumbles looking away from her.

She smiles and goes into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water for both of them before going back into the living room. He takes the water nodding thanks.

“Ready to get back to it?” She asks taking a drink and setting her water aside.

He nods setting the water down and getting back into his chair. She settles back down getting situated to start drawing again. She looks over her drawing as she finishes and looks up at him.

“Alright you can get up now, I’m done.”

Midorima gets up and stretches again and then comes over to look at the drawing.

She looks up at him and smiles, “What do you think?”

He looks over her shoulder down at the drawing, “It looks good, I’m impressed.”

She looks up at him and smiles, “Thanks. I actually have something to turn in now.”

She closes her sketchbook and looks at the clock, “It’s getting pretty late, I’m sorry I kept you here for this most of the day.”

He looks at the time and shrugs, “I planned on spending most of the day here anyhow. So I guess how it was spent doesn’t matter much. I should head home though, it’s getting late.”

She nods towards the kitchen, “Did you want to get something to eat before you go?”

He shakes his head, “That’s ok, thank you though. I’ll talk to you again soon.”

She smiles and nods walking him to the door, “I’ll see you soon.”

She leans up and kisses him on the cheek, causing him to blush slightly and grumble before quickly kissing to top of her head and rushing out the door saying goodbye. Mira chuckles closing the door behind him.

#knb #knb midorima #kuroko no basket imagines #kuroko no basquet #knb scenarios #knb imagines #midorima scenarios #midorima fluff #kuroko no basket midorima #shintarou midorima #midorima shintaro #midorima #midorima x oc

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purplesurveys · 3 years

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Are you better at cooking dinners or making cakes/biscuits/sweets? I can’t make any dish. I wonder when I’ll get my ass up and start learning...

Have you ever cut someone else’s hair? I wouldn’t dare; I have no skills in that department at all.

Who was the last guest in your house and what were they staying for? Angela and Hans came over so we can watch Sowoozoo.

How many long term relationships have you been in? One.

Do you sleep with all the lights out, or do you leave a lamp or even the television on? My default is lights out, but sometimes I’ll fall asleep with my night lamp still on and that’s fine too.

Who is one person you have forgiven, but still have not “forgotten” what they have done? I don’t really do forgiving.

Are you a fan of Lana Del Rey? No. I’ve tried listening to her songs but I find them too slow for my liking.

Do you know your blood type? It’s O but I keep forgetting what specific type.

Do you know your mother’s birthday? Yes.

Have you got your period at the moment? It’s on its last few days.

Have you ever been pregnant? Nopes.

How old were you when you first went on a plane? I was around 10 or 11, can’t remember exactly. But it was in 2009 and we headed to Boracay.

Have you ever had to take out a loan for anything? No. OMG, adult activity I don’t quite understand just yet hfdhfkdjfhdf.

Are both of your blood parents still in your life? Yeah they’re both grumbling right now just outside of my room because the power went out lmfao.

When was the last time you went apple picking? I’ve never done this. Apples don’t grow here.

Someone asked you what you wanted, what would you say? My pay for the last two weeks haha, but that’s not coming until Friday.

Have you ever been drunk at school or work? No, I wouldn’t dare. I’m pretty unpredictable when I get drunk, so I’d rather stay safe haha. I’ve worked while tipsy, but it had been outside of work hours.

How many bedrooms are in your house? 4. One for each kid, then my parents’.

Are you smart about computers? Nah.

Have you ever played Just Dance for Wii? We didn’t have the game on our Wii, but I’ve played Just Dance before, just at other peoples’ houses.

Do you own a Xbox 360? We were a Playstation household.

Would you ever do a sex tape for a million dollars? Erm, sure, whatever.

So, do you need a nap? I think I should be taking one for the sake of my health, but I won’t.

What would you rather be doing? I stumbled upon a Facebook post of this newly-opened store in Greenhills that exclusively sells photocards and I wanna head the fuck over there rn with Angela. That store concept is practically unheard of so it’s a big deal and I wanna go there as I’m 100% sure the BTS ones would sell out pretty fast. But they heightened the stupid COVID protocols yet again and we have to stay at home, so there’s that.

What sport are you the best at? Table tennis.

Do you have a little sister? What’s her name? Yeah but she’s turning 21 this year, so little wouldn’t be accurate anymore. We call her Nina at home but everyone else calls her by her full first name, Janina.

Do you complain a lot? I do complain a lot but I also do the thing that is causing the complaint right after so I can shut myself up lmao.

Would you rather go to an authentic haunted house or an ancient temple? Both sound fun but I’ll probably take the temple. Yay for learning something new about culture!!

Do you like fruity or minty gum? I don’t mind flavor when it comes to gum because they fade out anyway.

Are you looking forward to any day of this month? My company set another mental health break day this upcoming August 27th, so I’ll be thinking about that day throughout the month.

Have you ever gotten detention? We don’t have detention.

Is there a traumatic event that you’ve experienced that’s changed your life? Sure.

Do you buy a majority of your clothes from a certain store, or do you just pick out items of clothing you could see yourself wearing, not caring about the store it came from? The latter. < Same. I can be brand-conscious sometimes, but generally if I find something cute, regardless from where I found it, I’d grab it.

Have any of the artists you’re fond of released new albums recently? Technically yeah. It was a single album.

Would you ever keep your favorite animal as a pet? I already have two of them.

Ever cried so much you threw up? Possibly.

Who is your best guy friend? Hans.

What do you two do when you hang out? We usually eat out and have a drink or two.

What is a movie that you thought you would hate but you ended up loving? Spotlight, just because it looked boring at first glance. It turned out to be very riveting and the screenplay was fascinating as well.

Do you even like horror movies? Yes, but they’re best watched with other people.

Do you live in the country? Nopes.

What is your favorite accent? I don’t have one.

Have you ever had a boyfriend your parents didn’t like? No.

Do you drink Pepsi or Coke? I had the chance to try out Pepsi when we went to Taco Bell two weeks ago - it was my first time to have it and it was...actually pretty good??? The soda-hater in me was scandalized HAHAHA but it was good!!! I think I prefer Pepsi now.

What do you plan to do on your 21st birthday? My 21st birthday started out terribly because Gabie’s family didn’t want her to hang out with me on a Sunday (the day my birthday fell on), so we were in an argument the whole day. Angela saved the day when she planned out an impromptu dinner + arcade date for me, and that was the only good part of the day, really. I’d rather forget the rest of it.

Do you have any person in your family with an addiction to beer? I don’t think so.

Do you take a lot of pictures? I’m starting to, now.

What kind of face wash do you use? Good ol’ water.

Does drama always seem to follow you? Not these days.

Does anybody in your family race? Nope.

Are you closer to your mom or dad? Dad, I guess. But I wouldn’t particularly call myself ‘close’ with either.

How much money did you used to get from the ”tooth fairy?” I never received money from them.

How long do you want to live with your parents? Maybe up until my mid-20s? Late-20s at the latest. I’m not exactly in the position to move out yet. The money I make at the moment would probably just be enough to cover rent, and just rent. I’d end up starving to death hahaha.

Do you have a laptop or desktop? Laptop.

Do you like your parents? Sure.

Do you secretly like someone? I don’t.

Would you ever date your best male friend? No. I also wouldn’t do that to Angela.

What are you currently listening to? Moon by Jin! Such a comfort song.

Do you want to be single? Yes.

Did you go out or stay in last night? I stayed in and was knocked out pretty early since I had been up since 1 AM.

Have you pretended to like someone? No. I don’t see why I would have to that.

How is your heart lately? Just filled with nothing but Bangtan at this point haha. It’s doing well!

Are you wearing socks? No. Socks bother me for the most part; they make my feet feel a bit suffocated.

What do people call you? Robyn.

Do you get stressed out easily? Yeah, I’m quite the overthinker.

Have you ever been taken to the emergency room in an ambulance? No, I’ve never actually been inside an ambulance, whether it came for me or for another person.

What is wrong with you right now? I should probably cut back on the vaping, for one.

Do you own something from Hot Topic? No.

Would you rather sleep with someone else or alone? It’s hard for me to sleep with someone else. Even when I had been in a relationship, I usually only got to fall asleep an hour or so after my partner already dozed off.

Do you still talk to the person you last made out with? No, I cut ties at the start of the year and have been substantially better since then.

Have you ever seen your best friend cry? I honestly don’t think so. I’m the bigger crybaby between us.

Did you get any compliments today? My mom thanked me for covering for Cooper’s shots today since they ended up being quite costly.

Have you ever gone to a beach? Yes, it’s one of my absolute favorite places to be.

What would you say if someone asked you to get high right now? Pass up on the offer.

Do you believe that everything happens for a reason? Yes.

Have you ever done volunteer work just because you wanted to? I’ve never had the ample time to, so no. I’ve always wanted to volunteer at an animal shelter, though.

Do you have long nails? They’re not dramatically long, but they have started to grow out.

Do you like the gender you are? I don't like or dislike it, honestly. I'm just neutral. < Same.

Do you generally look nice in photos? I think this is the case these days, yeah. I’ve started feeling more confident and I think it’s able to translate in photos.

Have you ever had a stick insect as a pet? No.

What colour are your father’s eyes? Dark brown.

If I handed you a concert ticket right now, who would you want to be the performer? BTS DUH

Name three facts about your family? I come from a family of lawyers; many of us are big history buffs; and many are also fantastic cooks so I don’t know where that talent could have possibly gone when it come to my generation hah.

Would you ever get into a long distance relationship? If I’ve reached a certain level of investment in the relationship, I could probably handle it.

What’s the most thoughtful present you’ve ever received? A Punk shirt and Petals For Armor physical CD from Andi this last Christmas.

What’s your favorite hot beverage? Hot chocolate. < Yessssss!

Did you ever play an instrument? If so what? I don’t.

Would you rather carve pumpkins or wrap presents? Carving pumpkins sounds fun, especially since I haven’t tried it before.

Do you think you’re important? Idk. I don’t really like drawing attention to myself though, so that could probably answer your question.

What’s the best compliment you’ve ever received? Andi wrote a letter for me to accompany the aforementioned Christmas gifts they gave, and it remains to be my favorite letter I’ve received. They essentially reminded and affirmed me that I’m stronger than I think I am, and that I’ve been through a lot and have grown a lot, and that that growth is seen by people around me.

Have you been diagnosed with any mental disorders? No.

Have you ever moved to another state or country? If so, how did it feel to be new? Just to different cities, but considering how tiny my country is, the move is quite insignificant lol.

Do you know how to properly eat food with chopsticks? I’m 100% sure I don’t know how to properly hold chopsticks, but I have my own way and it works lol. Fake it til you make it.

Are you more of a leader or a follower? Definitely a follower, but I can step up in certain situations. < Same. I don’t mind leading, especially considering the control freak I can be lolol.

What was the first thing you ate today? I haven’t eaten anything today. I skipped breakfast since I brought Cooper to the vet, and by the time I got back the dining table had already been cleared. It’s fine though, I don’t feel too hungry.

If you could spend the day, doing absolutely anything, with anyone, anywhere, what would it be like? I’d be with Angela, Reena, and Hans at that insane new photocard store I talked about earlier. IDEALLY, we’d probably pick up a photocard or two if the ones we want aren’t sold out yet (lol a rarity), then we’d have some nachos and stuff right after and just talk about all things Bangtan lol with Hans cracking us up the whole time since he is just naturally hilarious.

If I were to ask you how you are doing, and you were only able to answer completely honestly, what would come out? Content. Happy. I feel warm and loved and surrounded by the best people.

What is the one thing that you have been avoiding that you should do? Learning how to cook is one.

Is there anything that you wish you could take back? Not really.

What, in your mind, could make you truly happy? Being in the purple ocean with my best friends.

If you could change one conversation in your life, what would you say differently? Would it have REALLY made any difference? A part of me wishes my final face-to-face conversation with Gabie had been a more solid closure, just so we could finally put a hard stop to that chapter. But at that time I thought we would continue talking, so there had still been some stuff lingering in the air when we called it a day and parted ways. So in a sense we never really got closure when I finally cut ties, which the ESTJ in me remains to be nagged by, but I try not to be bothered by it anymore considering how much better I am doing right now. We didn’t know the future at the time, so it’s okay the way things turned out, ultimately.

When is the next time you’ll change your hairstyle? Will you color it? I have no clue. It’s not really a priority.

Do people normally say you’re a fast typist, or are you rather slow? I’m fast.

Have you ever been considered the ‘smartest person in school?’ Nah.

How many drugs are in your system? Just caffeine.

What’s on your schedule for tomorrow? Werkwerkwerkwerk.

Do you currently have any bite marks/hickeys on your body? Nopes.

Do you call anyone baby? I don’t.

What’s your current mood? I’m prety neutral. I wish I could be out right now, but stupid Covid and stupid quarantine. But I don’t really mind staying at home, either, so. I’m just so-so.

Do you think you are a good person? I hope so.

What were you doing before filling out this survey? I watched Sunday mass with my family.

How late did you stay up last night? Around midnight.

When was the last time you cried really hard? I cried just a few days ago because period hormones, but the last time I cried hard? I’m not sure. April maybe?

Is your hair longer than your shoulders? LOL yes it’s soooooooo long already.

#survey #surveys

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noxxy-boxxy · 4 years

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Hetabang time!

So, it’s finally te time to upload this! I’ve been waiting for this moment lmao

I wrote this and my amazing partner did a drawing of the last scene, but they haven’t posted it yet so imma wait till they do and tag them!

Edit: Here is the artwork!

https://aph-florida-shitposts.tumblr.com/post/616694960857710592/they-my-peice-for-the-hetabang-art-thing It’s made by @aph-florida-shitposts The artis amazing and everyone should go and check it out, period.

The meeting ended sooner that day. Thank God.

Gilbert grabbed his laptop and his briefcase, stretching his neck until it popped. It was Friday, finally, and that meant a lot of things. It meant beer, a nice dinner, some of that leftover cake, and the best part:

"Gilbert! Buongiorno!"

He could invite him for dinner. He could finally invite Italy for dinner and ask him that thing.

"Hey, little Italy! Guten morgen!" He smiled, his heart almost doing a cartwheel when Feliciano kissed his cheeks. "What are you doing here? You're going to miss your flight." Even after saying that, Feliciano sat on the table, and Gilbert did the same, not interested If he missed his own.

"I was looking for you." Said the Italian, and God, if he didn't die at that moment, he really had to be a tough one. His pale face took a very slight shade of pink, invisible to Italy.

"Oh, so you were searching for me?" Gilbert said, his speech still perfect, his tone normal, but his face warming. Slow but steady.

"Yes, I wanted to ask you something." Gilbert arched an eyebrow, blinking once or twice.

«Keep it cool.» He thought, panicking internally. "Oh, yeah, whatever you want, little Italy. I'm all ears." And, to be honest, he didn't expect that much, but surely he didn't see that one coming.

"Can you help me with my paperwork?"

Oh God, Italy was lucky he liked him. He wouldn't waste his weekend explaining paperwork to anybody, but him. He was the only exception.

But now, he surely was going to be talking about boring numbers, when they could be having a delicious dinner and a delicious dessert. Amazing.

Unless.

"Come with me. We can stay together at my house and I can explain to you how I do my paperwork." He smiled, petting the Italian's head. "Then, we can have dinner together. I'll make some homemade pasta for you and we can have cake at the end." And that was the exact way to convince Italy. Gilbert smiled softly, seeing Italy jump from one place to another while he sang some song. "Okay, okay. Chill, Kleine. Don't hurt yourself." Italy stopped and grabbed his hand, tangling his fingers with his own.

"I would love that, Gilbert!" He smiled widely, so beautifully. "Oh, Gil, you're red. Is something wrong?"

"Uh, nothing..."

They were kneading the dough, and Gilbert was amazed at the way Italy did it. His movements were perfectly fluent, his voice hummed a soft song, his eyes half-open. He stopped for a second, pinching the dough slightly.

"It's ready to stretch and cut." Prussia nodded, and then, they began to stretch the dough, making it thinner. Over, and over, and over again, until Feliciano felt like it was perfect. Then, they passed it through the cutter, making perfect spaghetti.

"Perfect." Said Prussia, bringing a tray with flour. "It's ready to cook." Italy nodded, looking incredibly happy. They both went to the kitchen, where the water in the pot was already boiling. Italy added some salt, and then, the pasta.

"It should be ready in two or three minutes. Could you check the sauce?" Gilbert nodded, and went to another pot, opening it and grabbing some sauce with a spoon. He tasted it, the flavor lingering in his mouth. It was absolutely...

"Delicious." He said, smiling widely. "It's delicious." Feliciano smiled, looking at him, small little face so adorable. He wanted to take a picture, no jokes. Gilbert covered the pot, seeing how his hand trembled, feeling his throat tightening. «Everything is going to be okay.» He had to say to himself.

And he really hoped it would be.

"Well, I think it's ready to drain." He nodded, getting closer. Italy was holding a fork, where one string of pasta sat. "Could you taste it, Gil?" And he extended his hand, offering him not the fork, but the food. He had to stop a second, trying to gain control of his face, to avoid that God damned red. He got even closer, eating the spaghetti from his hand.

"It's ready." He said, tasting it. It had the right amount of salt, and it wasn't incredibly soft, but a little bit chewy. It was perfect.

Italy drained it and put it in the same pot with the sauce. he moved it around with a pair of tweezers, and then, it was perfectly ready to eat.

"Let's go. I'm hungry." Italy smiled, grabbing a bottle of wine and a bottle of beer. Prussia nodded, grabbing the pot.

"So, did you understand that thing about your paperwork?" Italy nodded, smiling and grabbing his glass of wine.

"Yes, thanks." He smiled, taking a sip of wine. "You're a very good teacher, Gil."

"Oh, ask West or America, they'll probably have something else to say." He laughed. "I am a good teacher, indeed," he started, grabbing his bottle. "but I am not going soft on anyone. You're just a special case. Usually, I would be more strict and rude with any other. Only for you." And Gilbert smiled softly, booping the Italian's nose, making him laugh.

"I like you a lot, Gil!" He smiled, and Gilbert definitely felt something jump in his chest.

"Ah, yea, ja." He mumbled, looking away. "Actually, little Italy... Feliciano" He whispered, taking a big breath. "I like you too. I like you a lot." And Italy didn't even flinch.

"Yeah! Me too, Gil! You're an amazing friend!" Oh, no.

"No, dearest. I mean, uh, I like you, like, more than a friend. I like you a lot more."

"Like a best friend, then! You're my best friend!" And Gilbert rolled his eyes, but Italy kept talking before he could explain himself. "I wouldn't change you as my best friend for anything in the world! You'll always be the best friend I could ever have, and I hope nothing ruins our friendship!" For God's sake, Gilbert thought, almost speaking again.

Unless...

"You... Wouldn't want me to be anything more than... Your best friend? Only... That?" He said, his voice normal, but something was cracking. "Not even-"

"Always friends!" Italy interrupted him.

Then, he understood. Italy was understanding what he really wanted to say, but he surely didn't want to reject him. He just wanted him to... Catch the cue. He only wanted him as a friend.

He only wanted him as a friend.

"O-oh, yeah. Always... F-friends." He whispered, forcing that painful sensation at the back of his throat. Not yet. "I should take you to the airport so you can go back, Italy. You're going to miss your flight." He said, getting up and grabbing his keys and his helmet. He went to the garage, putting the key at the contact on his motorcycle. "Move, Italy! We don't have all the time in the world!" His words sounded a lot ruder and mean, like if he was tired or angry. Obviously, Italy got scared, and just followed the orders. The garage door opened with the controller, and they went out. Suddenly, Italy had to hold himself again Gilbert, because hell, they were going 100 kph, and it was just rising. They arrived at the airport in 3 minutes, when usually it would take 15.

"Let’s go." And as soon as they were on the ground they were running. Or well, he was almost running. Gilbert was just walking. Incredibly quickly. Gilbert had to buy the tickets for him because obviously, the people spoke German.

"Here. Have this." Italy grabbed the tickets with one hand, while he grabbed his document and passport from his briefcase with the other.

"Is everything alright, Gil?" He literally had to take a step back when Prussia looked at him. His eyes were glowing.

"I don't allow my own brother to call me by my name, Italy. You don't have that privilege either." He deadpanned.

But... Italy wasn't dumb. At least, not when it came to feelings. Even if Prussia was "angry", he saw sadness. In his face, those eyes were not glowing, they were shining.

"Gilbert..." He whispered, trying to put a hand on his shoulder, but at that second, his flight was announced. Prussia didn't even say goodbye, he just left.

His eyes were shining, yes. And he swore, he saw a tear leaving his left eye.

«Is he sad?"

Gilbert went back to his house calmly. He entered and started washing the dishes. The leftover spaghetti was poured in a container and stored in the fridge, with the forgotten cake. Then, he went to the table, grabbing his bottle of beer. It was half full, but in a second, he drank the rest. The wine was stored in the fridge, and the glass... He literally spent half an hour looking at it, trying to go back in time, when he bought that glassware, the moment when he grabbed it from the counter, just some hours ago. That moment, when they were still friends.

His knuckles turned white, and in a quick movement, he threw the glass against the floor, turning it to just useless shards. Panting, he kneeled at its side, slowly picking up the pieces, just hissing when one of them cut his finger.

Wine stung, but the tears falling were even more painful.

The meeting was in Berlin that day. Ironically.

"He didn't come today..." Whispered Italy, looking at the German's seat, unoccupied. In his place, Germany entered, even when he was, technically, on vacation. Apparently, though, he was not there for the meeting, because he wore just civilian clothes.

"Italy." He said, looking at him. "Can we talk? Please?" Italy nodded, concerned. He looked slightly sad but he looked mad too. Something surely had to be going around the Germanic countries. "What happened last Sunday, Italy? When I came back, Prussia was devastated. And I mean, really, sad."

"I knew he was sad. We were just talking, and in a second he was suddenly really mad but really sad. I swear I saw him crying."

"What were you two talking about? Do you remember what you said or what he said the moment when he changed?"

"We were talking about our friendship! I told him I liked him, and he told me he liked me too, but, like, more than a friend! Then I thought, well he wants to be my best friend, and then it went down really quick and he was like that in a second."

Germany observed him for a second, and then he arched an eyebrow.

I mean. He thought he was the clueless one, but even he would have understood that.

"So. Let's set things clear. You said something like 'I like you', then he said 'I like you too.' Then you started talking about friends, but he said 'I like you more than a friend.' Then you started talking about best friends. Then, he was suddenly angry. Is that what happened?”

"¡Si Capitano!" Said Italy, smiling widely. And oh God, he thought he was the clueless one.

"Italy, my dear friend." He started, taking a deep breath. He needed France. "Let's say, a man and a woman are together. And he says 'I like you more than a friend.' What would you think he's meaning?"

"He loves her!" Italy said, smiling. And he smiled and smiled until he didn't. "He... He loves... Her." Slowly, he whispered.

"And what if he does things for her he wouldn't do in normal situations? Like, cooking for her, or allowing her to call him by his name, or taking the time to explain to her something slowly, when everyone would say he's a devil when he's teaching. Or calling her with endearments, when he doesn't do that. What would you think? Does he want to be her friend?" And Italy slowly came into realization.

"Oh my God, I messed it up. I ruined everything. I wasted his time. I fell really low. I-" And Germany had to touch his arm, to prevent him from missing the line. "I have to go and talk to him." And he almost ran away, just in the for Ludwig to grab him and bring him back.

"Do you have any idea of what you’re going to say, at least?" Italy arched his eyebrow, opening his mouth, but Ludwig spoke first. "He liked you even when we were dating, but he never said anything. He liked you since the beginning. And I can't risk you going there and messing it up even more because I haven't seen him this sad since 1945. He doesn't deserve so much pain, and I won't let you go there unless you know exactly what to say." He took a deep breath. "Do you like him? Not like a friend. Not like a best friend." And Italy, slowly, nodded, making him smile. "Give me a pen. I have to give you the address. He's not in Berlin, so you'll have to go now unless you want to miss the train that goes to Hamburg." Italy grabbed a pen, and Germany didn't even waste time on paper, writing it directly onto his skin. "Do you understand it?" Italy nodded, and flew, running to the train station, buying a ticket to Hamburg, and getting on the train in record time. He just hoped that there was still time for him.

He made it to Hamburg, and then, he started going around, trying to remember each street. He reached a big building of apartments and looked at the key in his hand. The door opened, incredibly, and then he started walking, trying to reach the apartment number 19. The door made a little sound when unlocked, and then he went in.

«It has to be Ludwig's private department.» He thought to himself. Some books were easy to recognize for him because he saw them in his library. A jacket was on the sofa, he recognized it as Gilbert's. And there was a bed for a dog on the floor.

He walked to the bedroom, and entered, finding him sleeping peacefully.

«He's here...» He thought, slowly getting closer to him. He sat down on the bed, and at that moment, he woke up.

"What the fuck, Italy?" He almost screamed, going back. "What are you doing here? Get out!" Now he was screaming.

"No!" Italy responded, but Gilbert didn't listen. He grabbed his arm, dragging him to the door, without paying attention to anything he would say. And when they were almost out, he stopped for a second.

"What did you said?"

"I'm sorry," Italy whispered, squirming in his place. "Prussia, my hand hurts..." And he left him to go. He dragged some tears left In his eyes, saying that again. "I'm sorry. I didn't know, I didn't understand at that moment. Please, forgive me." And his face was suddenly red, his eyes shiny again.

"It's not fair, I try to get out, and you drag me back, you probably don't even mean what I think you're meaning. And I thought West was bad when it came to feelings." Italy grabbed his hand, pressing it.

"I like you too." He said, feeling Prussia's hand tremble. "I like you. Not like a friend. Not like a best friend. I like you a lot. I just thought you weren't meaning it like that, or I was just a little tipsy and I wasn't thinking, but I'm sorry. For making you cry and for hurting you." And when he looked at his face, he was crying. "I'm sorry..." He whispered one last time, slowly touching his nose, and kissing him.

It was something slow. Almost as if he was afraid of scaring him. He was suddenly so weak, so small. For a second he was a child again.

His hands just hung at his sides at the beginning, but then he slid them, right to his shoulders. They separated, looking at each other for a second. Then, Gilbert spoke.

"I like you, Feliciano."

"Me too, Prussia." Italy smiled.

"Call me by my name. Please." But Italy didn't, because, of course, he had to kiss him again.

#hetabang #hetabang 2020 #aph italy #aph prussia #aph germany #pruita #smol writes #smol escribe #hws italy #hws prussia #hws germany

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Lasabrjotr 45: Give and Take

Chapters: 45/? Fandom: Thor (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Warnings: None Relationships: Loki x Reader (Someday) Characters: Loki (Marvel), Additional Tags: Post-Endgame: Best Possible Ending (Canon-Divergent), Loki Makes A Nefarious Plan To Overcome Captain America By...Bettering Himself, Devious I Tell You, Devious Summary: Loki gets a scolding for his privacy invasion, Reader gets a lesson in Asgardian Law, and Captain America gets to be in a calendar.

Captain America posed in various states of undress for several months in each calendar, and each of those months you had simply covered in hearts. Cute little pink marker hearts, revealing an adoration he hadn't realized you had.

No, he'd had some idea of it, he simply hadn't allowed himself to accept it. He had deluded himself again, let himself believe that it was mere admiration for what the Captain stood for that you felt. But in the short discussion that you'd shared about him, you had spoken of him more highly, more positively than Loki had ever heard you speak about any other man, and you always seemed eager and excited for your little weekly check-ins.

Had you been flirting with him, during those secret meetings? Had he flirted back?

Loki's hands trembled. He could tear the calendar to bits right now, toss it in the fire, erase the whole thing. But what good would it do? Depriving you of these pictures would not remove your feelings. And your Tara would almost certainly ask if you had received everything she had sent.

Clever little wretch; he had the feeling that she'd had him dead to rights without even meeting him.

There was a little note within one of the hearts. “Doctor's appt today; 3:30” it said. And three days later, “No results.”

This was from eight months ago. You would have been deep within your mysterious illness, when you were still trying to figure out what was wrong. He flipped a few months earlier.

“Doctor's appt today; 12:00.”

“No results.”

“Doctor's appt today; 9:45”

“No results.”

“Doctor's appt today; 4:15”

“No results.”

“Still feeling sick. Set up Doctor's appt.”

“Sick today. Stayed home. Deduct from paycheck.”

“Felt sick today. Get medicine.”

“Something happened today.”

Any further back from that was merely noting when your payday was, or when you had a vacation planned, or when you were going to meet your father for dinner. “Something happened today”, was such a neutral, vague way to describe the moment your life had irreversibly changed. The day you took a god by the hand, and was bound to him, in body, and if the dreams were an indication, in soul perhaps as well.

“Something happened today”. Such a simple way to preface six months of suffering, a build up to your emancipation from an old life that did not suit you, to a new one where you would be adored and glorified.

“Something happened today.”

You'd been within murdering distance of a god who had killed perhaps hundreds of your kind, your hand burned, and you'd been banned from the tower, and that was how you had described it.

You really were something else.

He loved it.

But all these hearts, they was distressing. Every protest he could come up with for why Steve Rogers was entirely unsuitable for you was countered by his own existence.

Steve was technically an old man, old enough to be your grandfather, easily.

And Loki was old enough to have played tricks on your ancestors.

Captain America, as a member of the Avengers and a proclaimed hero, had many terrible enemies. He was not safe to be around.

Loki had enemies all across space. An immortal madman, an entire planet full of giants, whatever might still exist of the Svartalfari, many of the denizens of Earth, and even members of his own people. He was far more dangerous to be around.

The Captain had seen war. Horrors beyond reckoning. Death, and gore, and pain. Hopelessness and despair. He would be broken inside.

Loki could only wish to have gotten off as easily as he. If Steve Rogers was broken, Loki was shattered into dust. There was no reason you should chose Loki over him, with only those reasons to go by.

What about other reasons, though? What did the good Captain have that he did not? Strength? Power? Loki far outstripped him in both. Loki had bested him in battle once, but he doubted doing so again would impress you in any positive manner.

Was it nobility? Loki had him beat there too: he was true nobility, by birth and by upbringing. Steve Rogers had allegedly come from common, impoverished stock...just like you. Perhaps that had something to do with it, that shared origin.

Steve Rogers had probably never committed a crime against humanity, so that was something that he had on Loki. But he had killed other humans, and who knew how many? He was a soldier, he would know when it was and wasn't necessary. Maybe you felt the same. When the Captain did it, it was necessary. When Loki did it, it was flagrant and cruel.

They were weirdly similar in many ways. Perhaps it wasn't the deeds that mattered to you, so much as the reasons. The intentions.

How could he earn those hearts? Precious pink hearts to warm the winter month called November?

He glared at the picture. The hearts got wobbly partway through the month, before ceasing entirely. You must have been drawing them in with weak and trembling hands all the way up until you were forced to stop. Because Loki had kidnapped you.

There were even a few drawn on the photo itself, where Steve Rogers sat cross-legged on an American flag backdrop, barefoot and bare chested, a basket of puppies cradled in his thick, glistening arms.

Ugh.

Wait.

Was that it?

The softness? The vulnerability? The gentleness and care shown to creatures so much weaker? Knowing that he had power, but also knowing that he was safe to be with?

But Loki was already doing that for you. He was doing all of that. He wanted to do that. If those were the things you desired...he was already well on his way.

He could outdo Steve Rogers in everything. When the man showed up for his brother's silly party, he could observe, watch his ways, possibly even grill him for information; learn his flaws and weaknesses, and avoid being those things. Learn his strengths, his admirable qualities, and become better at them than him. In fact, if he could get on civil terms with the man, that might impress you even more, and he could gather even more information that way. The Captain was going to have to get used to him being here, just like all the rest of them, after all.

Meanwhile, he would show you every courtesy. If his power and prestige made you uncomfortable, he would have to show off his other qualities; the other things he could do that would impress you without frightening you. That must be the key!

You had shown him some of the things you valued, over these past few months. Innovation, frugality, compassion. Your love of animals and plants, your excitement over the possibility of being involved in conservation efforts, when he had held you by the sea, and become captivated by your lips for a brief moment.

Conservation and compassion...

He had an idea.

*****

“So, what King Bor was saying in this speech is that he demanded the immediate abolishing of slavery on Asgard, not because it was wrong, but because he was afraid the Asgardians were becoming weak and complacent by having other people do all the work?”

“Got it in one.” Saga said. “And he wasn't exactly wrong either. Certain professions had become slave-dominated, whole industries without a single Asgardian hand involved.”

“That's pretty damn awful.” You said. “Why couldn't it have been because they were people?”

“Because the noble classes would have never accepted it.” Saga griped. “You ever tried to get a powerful person to willingly give up even a tiny fraction of their power? It happens on this world too, and it causes whole wars.”

“You're right.” You said, closing the folder and setting it on the table, next to a lead tablet stamped with pictographs so fine, they could only be seen under direct light. “There are people out there who treat all other life as change in their pockets. People so powerfully rich, it's almost impossible for someone like me to grasp.”

“You grasp the Prince.” One of the ladies cut in.

“I most certainly do not!” You protested.

“She means that you seem to understand him.” Saga said. “At least, she'd better mean that, or she will have interrupted both her work, and mine, and yours, for a snarky comment that doesn't do anything except waste time. Come on Lofn, you're better than that.”

“Not snark.” The other lady said. “Statement.”

You'd noticed that most of the other ladies stopped what they were doing when Lofn spoke, and looked at you. You weren't sure why it was so uncomfortable being the center of attention right now-possibly because they were all Aesir, or strangers, or because of their relation to Loki, or because he wasn't here, and you were alone in a very small room, with a bunch of women who were all better than you in every conceivable way...

And it wasn't like you could leave. You could spin your wheels well enough, but that heavy, wooden door would certainly provide an obstacle.

“I see you two. It is okay. I acknowledge.” Lofn said, a cryptic little smile curving her lips. The other ladies went back to their business, some of them also smiling.

“Lofn...” Saga groaned. “You are being Like That again.”

“I see what I see. If she does not, then give time.”

Saga huffed. “She's here to learn basic Asgardian law, not mystic hoodly-hoo.”

Lofn shrugged. “I leave hoodly to Loki, then.”

You opened your mouth to say something, when Andsvarr burst loudly into the room.

“I bring you lunch, my Seidkona! His Highness regrets that he could not deliver it himself, but some urgent business has demanded his attention. He got some of your favorites though.” He set the tray on the table in front of you with a flourish.

“Nope!” Saga proclaimed. “No food or drink in the conservatory! If it's lunchtime, then take it elsewhere, but it can't stay here!”

“Oh! Sorry, I didn't realize.” Andsvarr snatched the tray back up, looking around the small library, mystified. His gaze landed on a slab of stone in a sturdy, special case, its rough face scattered with faded, monochrome paintings of beasts and concepts you didn't recognize.

“Is...is that Ymir's Dreamscape?” He asked, awed. “You saved it?”

“The rest of the archivists and I smuggled out as much as we could.” Saga said sadly. “But we just couldn't get it all.”

“It looks as though you knew what was most important.” Andsvarr pointed at the stone.” That is the first known instance of art in the whole galaxy.” He told you. “It is almost eleven billion years old.”

You stopped breathing.

“Yeah, let's have lunch somewhere else.” You squeaked. The ladies tittered with amusement as Andsvarr handed you the tray and wheeled you out into the main library.

“Why did they even let me in there?” You gasped. “I'm just a huge humidity factory! I could have destroyed something!”

“Don't worry so much. Saga knows what she's doing.” Andsvarr assured you. “And those cases they are in are nearly indestructible. You could throw this chair at one, and it would bounce off.”

He brought you back to your room, pausing in the short hallway for a moment to comment that he thought Loki might be back from his emergency errand, then parked you in front of your desk and left to go check.

You briefly wondered what would happen if it wasn't Loki, but an intruder. Andsvarr would probably have to try and arrest them, or run them out, or even fight them. What was the protocol for that?

You set your tray of food on the desk, and dug in to the skyr, gazing out the window at the flowers outside. There was a fairly wide space around the complex that was untouched by construction. You didn't know if it would remain a native landscape, or if it was destined to be planted over as a garden, but it was lovely to look at right now.

Just as you were finishing your skyr, Loki entered your room after a light knock, carrying a large box.

“How are you feeling, darling?” He asked, sounding somewhat subdued. “Did Saga treat you well?”

“Oh yeah, she was really informative. I think one of the ladies was making fun of me though. I think her name was Lofn?”

Loki frowned. “Odd. That doesn't sound like her at all. I'll look into it.”

You probably shouldn't be snitching while Loki seemed like he was in a mood. What had gotten into him?

You knew something that might cheer him up a bit though. You placed the cup back on the tray.

“Maybe I just thought that because I'm so tired.” You said, feigning exhaustion. “There was so much to learn, and my head aches. I don't think I can walk right now. Can you help me?”

When you opened your eyes again to look at him, he was staring at you with a confused expression.

Oh right, he could tell when people were lying.

But he set the box down on your desk, and gently lifted you from your chair anyway, sitting with you on your bed and dutifully feeding you the rest of your meal. You knew he seemed to really enjoy being needed, and you couldn't deny the tiny electric feeling every time his fingers brushed your lips.

The tenderness of his actions and intensity of his gaze were hypnotic, and for a short time, you let yourself fall under the spell. Life had been far too eventful lately; and these slow, peaceful moments were gaining in value.

He spoke very little while feeding you, only to ask if you wanted more or not, reluctant to let the moment end. But your curiosity got the better of you eventually.

“What's with the box?” You asked.

“Oh, this is for you.” He said, whisking the food away, and plunking the box down on your lap. “It is from your friend, Tara.”

“And she sent it conveniently already opened, I see.” You said, a frost of sarcasm on your voice. Just a minute ago, you had been thrilled by the merest graze of his fingers; now, you were annoyed by how far he had been shoving his hands into your business.

“I had to check for possible dangers.” He said imperiously.

“From Tara? Come on, we've known each other since grade school.”

“Another school?” He asked. “There was no guarantee that it was truly her who sent it. And if she did, it could have been intercepted and tampered with.”

“And you don't call this tampering?” You gestured at the cut tape.

“There has already been an attempt on your life!” He exclaimed.

You crossed your arms with a huff. Sure, he was right about that, but he could have at least asked.

“Is everything still in there?”

He pressed his lips into a thin line. “No.”

“Loki-”

“There were some foodstuffs, and I sent them to the healing wing to get them checked for poison. If they prove safe, I'll give them back.”

“This is ridiculous!” You snapped.

“Your safety is paramount.” He cupped the side of your head, light as a ghost. “Look at what my negligence has already wrought.”

You knew you shouldn't give up on being angry so easily, and a little knot of resentment did still remain, but his point did dampen your irritation. Of course he felt guilty about all of this.

“Look that's touching and all,” You said placing your hand over his. He froze in place. “But you understand that, if you keep treating me like a prisoner or a criminal, we aren't really going to be able to gel like we should. If I'm gonna be a...magic politician, or advisor or whatever, I mean. You understand, right?”

“I...” He faltered, appearing to debate himself for a moment. Did anybody else ever see him like this? It was so different from the way people described him: not cagey, not guarded, not in perfect control.

“It's more than that.” He finally said. “It's more than just the social importance of your position, and it's more than the responsibility I feel towards you as a ward of the state, and it's far more than just owing you for all the upheaval I have caused in your life. I just...I genuinely do not wish to see you hurt, and it is frightening to realize how easy it is to hurt you. To realize that you are in more danger than I initially thought and that I might not be enough to protect you.”

“And I get that.” You said, stroking his hand. He remained frozen, but shivered just a bit. Poor guy must be really eaten up about your injury. “Things have been more...adventurous for me than they have been for my whole life, and none of it has been a walk in the park for me either. But I can tell you right now, trying to protect me from everything will not work. There will always be something that can break through your defenses, no matter how good they are.

Even before we met, it wasn't like I was completely safe all the time, you know? I mean, there were genocidal aliens that threw my whole universe into turmoil. And even without that, without any extraterrestrial interference, there was still a level of...I guess you could call it normal danger? Like, there was always a possibility I would get into a car accident, or fall down wrong, or catch a deadly disease, or be bitten by a snake, or accidentally poisoned, or electrocuted, or-”

Loki was looking exceptionally pale.

“-Well, you get the picture. There's a million ways a person can get hurt, and there's no real way to prevent all of it without pretty much killing me. Like, locking me away might protect my body, but it would kill my spirit. So there's a level of protection that's fine, and probably a good idea, but if you go overboard, you can easily cause more harm than good.”

“I see...” He said anxiously. “Perhaps it would ease you ire to go through your things?”

He seemed reluctant to remove his hand, but you couldn't reach the box with his arm in the way so you pushed his hand away, a little reluctant yourself.

“Now, there is this strange plush creature...”He lifted it from the box.

“Oh, that's my Bulbasaur!” You cried in delight, snatching it from his hands and cradling it in your arms. “What? Yeah, I know it's silly, but I've had this little guy since I was a kid, and he's the perfect size for cuddling.”

“Is...Is that supposed to be a real animal?” He asked in confusion. “Is that something that could actually be encountered?”

“Oh, no way. This is a fantasy animal. It's too bad; I'd love a real Bulbasaur.”

“And this blanket...”

“Nanna Beth made that! I need to send Tara a present after this. Okay that should probably go over the chair, so I can wrap up in it when I'm working, or something.”

Loki draped the blanket over the back of your desk chair; its familiar pattern bringing a real taste of home to the room.

He proudly presented you with the clothes and cheap jewels Tara had sent, placing them in the dresser, and promising to have a jewelry box brought for you. Your books went on your desk, and the music USB went straight into your phone. Then there were all your papers; important identifications, milestones, memories. You had to explain to Loki what high school was, which brought up concerns about Asgardian public education. It existed and was supposedly top quality, but the population of children was currently very low, and most were in apprenticeship right now, while the schools were under construction.

You briefly brought up the idea of adoption, but it made Loki very twitchy. You dropped the subject and he went back to presenting you with your things.

Phil 2 absolutely thrilled you. Such a healthy leaf meant that Original Phil was being well taken care of.

“I'm gonna need a huge pot for this!” You gushed in excitement. “This thing is gonna get really big! Tall as me, easily!”

At the bottom of the box were your calendars. It gave you a good laugh to see them, and Loki's grumbled response just added to your amusement. He desperately tried to prevent you from looking in the new one, and you eventually agreed not to...until he had left. He hung this years calendar up on the wall, flipping to the current month-Banner, in an open lab coat and possibly nothing else-grumbling even more.

“He's not even that handsome!” He huffed.

“He's got a big brain, sometimes that's enough.”

“For a pin-up calendar? Isn't that all about looks?”

You shrugged. “Heroism is sexy.”

Loki harrumphed, cheeks reddening. Considering all the media speculation about him, it was rather unexpected and actually quite endearing to find out how shy and easily scandalized he could be.

Eventually he sat back down next to you.

“Buridag will be in a few months. There will be city-wide celebrations, and we will be building a courthouse, everyone participating, as per your suggestion. We will be allowing the camps into the city, so they might participate as well.”

“Oh wow! That'll be so exciting! I hope I can see Sofie again.”

“You might. This will also be when we will formally announce your appointment to Royal Seidkona. It's important for you to be aware that this will make you royalty yourself.”

“What?”

“It's a formal title. You won't be a princess or anything like that, but you need an elevated title to be able to properly perform your duties. The Buridag festival will double as a formal titling ceremony. Now, I do not expect anyone to take a shot at you in public like that, but just in case, I am having armor altered to fit you. Hold on.”

He hustled out of your room and back with a handful of papers.

“This is what Andsvarr has donated.” He showed you a drawing. “They will fit you well with a little work, and should protect you from most dangers. And this is something I have designed for your head.”

He handed you another drawing. You'd had no idea before this that he could draw at all.

“Loki...Is this a flower crown?”

“Yes. I thought it appropriate, since you seem to like plants. But this will be nornbein and steel, rather than petals and leaves.”

It was a beautiful design. Loki had incorporated several different kinds of blossoms, their petals spread wide to cover as much of your head as possible, the golden nornbein and silvery steel contrasting to give the flowers color. The skullcap and cheek guards were patterned like ferns, and he couldn't help but to add a few jewels here and there, probably very hard and durable ones.

Loki was going to make you into royalty, and he was going to give you a crown.

Wasn't that a dream come true? Why was it so frightening?

“I really don't deserve-”You began, but he cut you off by placing his hand to your cheek again, and leaning in close.

“Please, won't you let me be the judge of that?” He asked softly. “Trust that I know to whom I wish to distribute my gifts and favors.”

“O-okay.” You whispered.

He leaned away, and begin describing a Seidkona's duties to you again, going over things you'd already heard. All you could think about was that, for a moment, it almost seemed again like he was going to kiss you.

For a moment, you were disappointed that he didn't.

#lasabrjotr #loki x reader #loki (marvel)

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painterofhorizons · 4 years

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🖍️ When did you start drawing? Do you remember? ☕ Do you do warmup sketches before drawing? 🌈 Do you use more warm or cold colors? 🌊 What’s the hardest thing for you to draw?

:D Thanks for the asks! I talk too little arting compared to writing so lets talk arting this time!

This got out of hand so have the answers under the cut including proof of ancient times.

Anybody wanting to talk art, meme is here. Feel free to ask!

🖍️ When did you start drawing? Do you remember?

Technically, since I was able to hold a pen. I always drawed a lot, thanks to my mum. Art period one, age ?-11.

Then art period two started with drawing my first OC (Star Wars, if you’re curious) in 5th grade while sitting in music class. (See below for the master piece. :D A friend and I were hardcore into Star Wars (back at that time that was still considered very uncool, luckily, there was one guy in class who was even uncooler, because he was into Star Trek. That ranked below. You, young folks reading this, should appreciate the great these days, where any kind of nerdiness is mainstream and highly accepted. Didn’t use to be like that in my days!)) Followed by a very drawing intense about a decade, until I graduated secondary school. So much drawing. Very much fandom related of course, but I also was in afternoon art class for years while in secondary school and did a lot of different things there (a LOT od cypresses - don’t ask me why, but a friend and I drew SO many cypresses). (age ~11-18?)

Both from afternoon art class. I really like the planet! (Both from 2002)

That’s 2003. I remember me sitting in music class, middle row, second from front. xD (And yes, I did owe all those cloths. And I wore them. xDD)

(Damn, now I want to make a art period 2 post if anyone was interested. xD Good old days!)

The last I remember drawing was this portrait of a friend (I’m helly proud on that). That was in my first year at university, laying in the grass outside on campus in summer 2009.

Then there was like a decade of hardly any arting. Literally. None. I did get a graphic tablet in 2014 or something, but never really warmed up to digital drawing. I just don’t understand it. I don’t understand digitally drawing. And I lack patience to learn (see below different question).

Then maybe three years ago I decided I want to get back at arting and started to go to classes for adult education in the evening. Have been doing that ever since. Welcome to art period three. (so about age 27-today) See art side blog for all the stuff drawin since then. I still don’t draw too often, because my main hobbies still are writing and video games and then there’s not too much time left to draw, but thats why it’s cool to go to art class once a week to have a set date for drawing. And I always go to the same introductory class because it’s chill and I can do what I want. xD (So yes I basically pay to have time to sit in an art studio with others and draw something completely else from what everybody else is doing. And I love it!)

☕ Do you do warmup sketches before drawing?

No! And yes! I only read about warm up sketchings like couple of time ago and was like - wait what? That totally makes sense! So this monday in art class, I did my very first warm up sketches ever and I plan to keep that up before drawing because it totally makes so much sense. Never did that ever before. Ugh.

I do do thumbnail sketches though. But they don’t really fall in the category of warm up sketches but rather planning.

🌈 Do you use more warm or cold colors?

Depends! Also, the questions implies I choose colours, like, on purpose. Let me reassure you: I don’t. I don’t know what I’m doing when I art. I literally don’t. I dont think about theory. I just let my hand do whatever it wants to do. When we talk about watercolours I do have some favourites of couse (like indigo and prussian blue when we talk blue; a former not very liked art teacher of mine from two years ago once said to me (she is from russia): you used (I don#t remember if it was indigo or prussian blue anymore), right? And I was almost excited because she recognized it. But then she disappointedly said: I don’t understand why you Germans like that colour so much. Duh.) but it doesn’t follow any artistic rules. I’m too lazy for colour theory and stuff. I’m a simple person with a simple artistic brain: I just do whatever.

When we talk about art period one, I was very much into earthly tones (lets face it, because lots of lord of the rings), so much more warm natural colours. I still prefer more natural colours over bright, screaming colours - though I do like colour blocking. It totally depends on what I draw. I like realistic stuff and abstracts, so everything goes.

🌊 What’s the hardest thing for you to draw?

If we talk any kind of anatomy/humans, then it’s the other half of the face (you know, one is always easy, the other sucks, and when you draw traditionally you cannot just flip the sheet of paper) and hands. Ugh, hands! I love hands in itself, but hands on actual arms doing things? Ugh!

When we talk non anatomy, I struggle with anything that needs patience. Like very precise drawing. My adhd brain doesn’t like that kind of stuff. I got no patience to sit on one drawing for too long. Don’t make me do accurate stuff. Okay, I got no patience whatsoever. At all. None.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Man. If I could make more time for drawing, I would. But I love writing too much to actually do that. :D Priorities, right? Yeah, mine are writing. Unfortunately.

Thanks again for the ask! ^.^

#Painterofhorizons draws #this got out of hand #thank you for the asks!#Chyrstis

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bangtanbabeloveyourself · 5 years

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Tarot Card Taehyung Ch. 2

Pairing: Female witch reader x warlock Taehyung ft. Jimin

Genre: Fantasy, angst, friends to lovers, future smut.

Word count: 5.7k

Chapters: 1|2

Summary: After hours of talking, Y/N decides that going to New Orleans with or without Taehyung. A nosy black bird causes a fateful encounter with a beautiful but mysterious stranger. A bad draw of the cards may prove more dangerous than anyone could have predicted.

Posted: July 15th, 2019

You stared at yourself in the mirror, having just put your barely-damp hair up in a bun on the top of your head. You had found another wit--warlock. Well, technically your grandma did, but that’s not important. What is important is the fact that you now have someone to ask all of the questions you had built up since your grandma had passed away.

The only thing you couldn’t seem to figure out was why your grandma had never mentioned him before. Apparently this was his third year coming to your grandma’s, yet she never mentioned another magical being. A loud shrill whistle from the kitchen interrupted your thoughts. You shook your head and left the bathroom, walking out to take the kettle off the stove.

You looked over to find Taehyung pouting out the window, his mind on other things. You sighed and rolled your eyes. “Stop pouting over there. You really didn’t think I was going to let you sleep with me, did you?”

He turned to you, his arms crossed in front of him. “Kind of, yeah. Am I blind or did you not have a painting of me downstairs?”

Your cheeks flushed bright red before you busied yourself with pouring two cups of tea. “I told you! Sometimes the magic just takes over when I paint. I didn’t do it consciously.”

“Uh huh. I know that’s what you’re telling yourself, but I can see through you.” He said as he walked over and plopped down on your sofa.

With his back turned to you, you paused for a moment, fanning your face slightly. You weren’t lying. You really had no control over that painting, but Taehyung wasn’t wrong either. If you hadn’t figured it out, you’d both probably be in your bed right now. An enticing idea too, but learning more about your culture outweighed it. Besides, sleeping with him would probably complicate things. It's best to stay professional, right?

Taehyung cleared his throat, turning back to look at you. "Yo, witch. Are you coming or what?"

You narrowed your eyes at him before grabbing the two mugs. "That's awfully close to a very unkind word Mr. Kim. I'd be a little more careful if I were you."

He rolled his eyes and accepted the mug you brought him. "Oh please. You couldn't stop saying the word earlier. Now I'm not allowed to call you that? What would you prefer I called you? Hermione?"

You set your mug on your coffee table before plopping down next to him on the couch, causing him to spill some tea on his hand, a smug smile on your lips as you hear him curse.

"Aww, poor baby. Karma's a bitch," you teased before reaching for your mug, blowing on the top before taking a sip.

He set his mug down, blowing on his now reddening hand. "Yeah, she's a witch too," he said with a pout on his lips.

You rolled your eyes before turning to face him. You crossed your legs and leaned back against the armrest of the couch. “Oh stop. Come here.” You reached out to grab his hand, holding it between both of yours. You closed your eyes and stayed silent.

Taehyung watched you with annoyment. It was just a slight burn and you jumped at the chance to use your magic. It was the same with all witches. Once you discovered you had powers, you used any excuse you could think of to use them. Everyone was so magic reliant. He hated it.

Your sigh brought him out of his thoughts. He raised an eyebrow. “What now?”

You smirked and moved your hands, revealing his still reddened hand. He looked at his hand and then back to you, his eyebrow still cocked up in confusion. You gave him a condescending smile before you smacked the burn on his hand, causing him to cry out. “What the fuck was that for?”

You crossed your arms over your chest and pouted. “I do not use every excuse to use my magic.”

His eyes widened slightly before he shrugged- an attempt at feigning innocence. “Who said that?”

You narrowed your eyes before raising your hand to smack his hand again. This time he jerked his hand back. “Fine, fine. How did you know that’s what I was thinking?”

You wiggled your hands in front of him. “Magic, duh.” He rolled his eyes and tried to comment but you cut him off quickly. “I can see and hear what a person is thinking, but only when I have direct access to their palms. And I can only hear what they’re currently thinking. I don’t have access to other parts of their mind or memories.”

He pursed his lips before he rested his arm against the back of the couch, resting his head in his uninjured hand. “So you can basically read minds by touching people’s palms? You know, you’d make a great palm reader. I could use an assistant when I travel.”

“And con all of those poor women of their money like you do with your powers? No thank you. I have a little more respect for my abilities than to use them to be a con artist.”

He ran his hand through his hair. “Well, I’ve got to make a living somehow. This just happens to work for me.”

"Most people get normal jobs."

He shrugged. "If I had a normal job, I wouldn't have been able to travel as much as I have. I wouldn't have seen what I've seen." He lowered his voice. "I wouldn't have found you."

You stared at him for a moment before you saw the smile creeping on his face. You shoved his shoulder. "Oh whatever. Get over yourself. Those pretty boy plays of yours won't work on me now." He raised an eyebrow and you shook your head, leaning back against the armrest again. "Tell me more about magic. Tell me about where you're from. Tell me how you met my grandma."

He pursed his lips before sighing. "Fine. Just stop being so mean to me. I am a guest after all."

You rolled your eyes before pulling your legs up to your chest. You rested your chin on top of your knees. "A guest whom also broke into my house. I could have called the cops."

"Fine, fine. You win. Geez.” he mumbled before taking a sip of his tea.

You smiled softly before giving him your full attention as he started his story.

***

“And she smacked me upside the head for that.”

You giggled and nodded. “Yeah, that’s exactly something she would do too.” You rubbed your arms before sighing.

Taehyung frowned. “You miss her a lot, don’t you?”

You nodded. “I do. She was the only one that cared to teach me about magic. It was scary going through this. My mom was never any good at it so she stopped trying long before she had me. But because of that, Grams was the only one that could help me.”

“Why didn’t your mother try to send you to the academy? If she came from a magical family, she would have had knowledge about it.”

You furrowed your brow before crossing your arms. “Honestly, I don’t know and that’s what pisses me off the most. I could have had a chance to be better at this. To be around other people like me. Instead, she home schooled me and only let me talk to Grams about it. She wouldn’t even let me talk about it around my dad.”

Taehyung bit his lip as he watched you. He could see how frustrated you had gotten. “Well, no use getting upset about it now. The past is the past after all.”

You looked over at him, a boxy grin spreading across his face. You couldn’t help but softly smile back. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

Finally, after hours of talking, you stood from the couch and stretched a bit. "Alright. It's best to get some sleep now. It's going to be a busy day tomorrow."

Taehyung cocked his head to the side and looked at you. "Why's that?"

You smiled before giving the top of his head a soft pat. "Because I'm leaving."

"Leaving? Where do you plan on going?"

"To that academy you talked about. I need to explore my roots. The only real question here is whether or not you're willing to go with me." You looked down to him, fidgeting with the fabric of your shirt as you awaited his response.

He sighed as his blue eyes met yours. "If I let you go alone, you're going to cause some sort of trouble. I know it. But I'm also not particularly fond of my home. I haven’t been back since I left. So I think it's probably best you go alone."

You rolled your eyes. “Fine, don’t go with me then. But I’m going whether you come with me or not. So I’m going to need you to leave now, I need to get to bed.”

Taehyung stood before giving you a cheeky grin. “You mean, I’m not sleeping with you tonight?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, fighting back the blush that dared to spread across your face. “E-excuse me?”

Taehyung laughed before walking towards the door. “I’m just kidding doll. Although, you did seem to really want me in your bed only a few hours ago..” he trailed off as he cracked the door open.

You shot a glare at him and he put his hands up in surrender. “Aii. Calm down, I’m only joking. I can’t ever catch a break with you,” he muttered as he walked out of your apartment.

And with that, Taehyung had headed back down to his tent. You shook your head and finally plopped down onto your bed. Today had been one of the craziest days of your life. You had so much running through your head. You wondered how you’d ever get to sleep.

You turned over in your bed, looking out the window to see the top of that obnoxious purple tent and the faint light inside it. Maybe you should have let him sleep in your apartment. You shook your head and rolled onto your back. No, you didn't want to risk anything happening between you two. He was just a pretty faced con man. You couldn't fall for those deep eyes or that smile either.

But on the other hand, your grandma did like him for some reason. She let him stick around at least. He had a certain charm to him. He was infuriatingly likeable. Taehyung did appear to care though. He may seem immature, but he did also hold your grandma in high regard.

You yawned softly before rolling over to your side again to see the light in his tent had gone out. You pursed your lips before finally reaching over to turn out your lamp when a small black figure at your window made your gasp. You squinted in an attempt to make it out better. It looked like some bird, a raven, maybe even a crow. Before you could get a closer look, it suddenly spread its wings and took off, moving to land on the top of Taehyung’s tent before letting out a loud caw.

“Stupid bird.” You muttered before finally flipping your light off and closing your eyes.

***

The next morning passed quickly as you attempted to get everything in order to allow you to go on this unexpected trip. You had to go to work and figure a way around your schedule. Luckily, your boss was very understanding about the situation. He was a sweet older gentleman (whom you were certain had a thing for your grandma before she passed away) so he helped you and even gave you your check early to help accommodate for your trip. You tried to refuse it but he wouldn’t have it, despite your insisting that you had enough money saved back. After that you had to go back and pack.

You and your indecisiveness made it almost impossible to pack effectively. You had clothes thrown about your apartment as you tried to fit as many items as you could into as small of a bag as you could. You wanted to travel light but you still wanted to be prepared.

As you continued to rummage through your clothing, there was a knock on your door. Before you could answer, Taehyung had cracked it open and attempted to come in. “You’re not naked, are you?” he asked as he continued to peek into the room.

You rolled your eyes. “No, I’m not. But you’d love it if I was, wouldn’t you?”

He smirked as he opened the door the rest of the way and stepped into your apartment. “Could you blame me if I did?” he asked cheekily.

“Yes.” You stated simply as you tried to shove another shirt into your bed.

He watched you with amusement. “You know, you could just use a second bag.”

You groaned before stopping completely and looked over to him. “I’m trying to avoid using a second bag. I don’t want to bring too much with me because they charge by the bag.”

Taehyung nodded before he walked over to your closet by the door. “Do you still have Minnie’s bags? I know she had a very special one for trips. She let me borrow it once. It was gray and it had a little crescent moon on it.”

You walked over to the closet and reached up on the tip of your toes to grab a box that continued some of your grandma’s things. “I think so. I always remember her using that bag when we went on trips together. I didn’t have the heart to get rid of it.”

“Well, it’s a good thing you didn’t. It’s a magic bag. It can hold ten times as much as a normal bag could without ever stretching out the bag.” He said as he dug through the box as you held it. “Ah ha! Here it is.” He pulled it out and showed it to you. It was slightly bigger than a satchel bag and was a light gray with a darker gray moon on it.

You put the box back in the closet before closing it and taking the bag from Taehyung. “This would make all this packing a million times easier. Thanks.” You beamed up at him.

He gave you a soft smile in return before you made your way back over to your bag and started to unpack it and pack the satchel bag instead. “This is going to make a world of a difference. I have no idea how long I’m going to be gone so I can pack a lot more with me just in case.”

“You don’t know how long you’re going to be gone? What are you expecting here doll? A Lord of the Rings type journey? It’s just New Orleans. A few days should suffice.” He said as he cleared your clothes off of a spot on the couch and sat down.

You blushed softly. “It may seem childish, but maybe I could find more family down there. Maybe I’ll really like being in that community and want to stay for awhile. You never know.”

He sighed before leaning back against the couch. “If you say so. I’m telling you, it’s not all it’s cracked up to be. You’re going to be disappointed. After Katrina hit, a lot of the community left, including the magical community. Before I left, the community was less than a hundred people. I can’t imagine that the population has grown since then. Not the real magical community at least.”

“What do you mean the real one?”

“You’ve seen some of the cult movies, right? The witchy shit is becoming more popular these days. Every outcasted girl wants to be a witch. Every outcasted guy wants to be a vampire. That community has grown bigger in New Orleans over the years. It makes me worry for you.” He looked you over once, causing you to stop folding your shirt.

You put your hands on your hips. “And why does that make you worry for me?”

“If you couldn’t figure out on your own that I was a warlock, how are you going to be able to tell the difference between the fake ones and the real ones?” he said with a smirk spreading across his lips.

You rolled your eyes. “Oh please. We both know I was able to figure it out. I just figured it out a little differently than another witch might.”

Taehyung clicked his tongue. “Okay, so if that’s true, then are you telling me you’re going to bring all of your paint supplies with you and try to paint a witch? Then what? Go and search for her in the city? That could take weeks!”

You shrugged your shoulders and continued packing. “Well, not exactly, but sort of, I guess. That’s why I said it might take a while. I’m in no rush for this. I’ve waited this long. Another couple weeks won’t kill me.”

He sighed before running a hand through his hair. “You’re something else Y/N. You really are.” Before you had a chance to comment, he stood and walked back towards the door. “Well, when you’re done packing, come get me. I’ll take you to the train station and see you off.”

You nodded to him and then he left, leaving you to your packing. With all of the extra space you had, you were able to pack about two weeks worth of clothes. That in itself would have made you ecstatic. The fact that you could fit your sketchbook, pencils, all of your bathroom things and still had plenty of space had you on cloud nine. Magic truly was amazing.

After a final sweep of your apartment and a quick trip to the gas station for snacks, Taehyung and you set off to the train station. It was only about a twenty minute drive and the would be awkward silence was covered by the sound of the radio playing and the soft singing by Taehyung.

You had tried to occupy yourself by scrolling through your phone, but you found your mind wandering as you listened to his voice. By the end of the car ride you and Taehyung had managed a couple of duets together which caused you both to laugh as he parked the car.

“You have a very pretty voice.” You said softly to him as he opened the door for you.

It may have been the first time you’ve really seen him blush before. “Oh, uh thanks.” He cleared his throat before he continued. “Now, I’ll go with you and wait until your train leaves, but after that you’re on your own.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a little black book. He handed it to you.

“What is this?” You asked as you started to flip through the book.

“It’s a book of useful information for you. Some people you can try to find, safe places for witches to go, stuff like that. It might be a little out of date though. I haven’t been there in over 6 years. But the academy address should still be the same.”

You closed the book and tucked it into your satchel before smiling up at him. “Thank you, Taehyung. I really do appreciate it.”

He ran a hand through his hair and pulled his phone out to check the time in an attempt to hide his blush from you. “Yeah, well we should probably get going in there. They’re probably going to get started boarding the train soon.”

He reached down to grab your hand, tugging at you to follow along. He quickly realised what he did and dropped your hand. “S-sorry. Force of habit.”

You smiled softly and shrugged. “It’s not a big deal. Thank you for coming to see me off. I really wish you would change your mind about coming with me though. I think you’d be a much better guide than this little book.”

He waved off your words as you both found the train that you were going to be boarding. “I told you, I’d really rather not go back to that place. I left for a reason, you know.”

You shrugged before you sat down on a bench near the train. “‘The past is the past after all.’” You quoted him. “Besides, it couldn’t have been that bad. If it’s been over six years, it’d probably be a good time to come back.”

He shook his head before sitting on a bench across from you. He pulled out his deck of tarot cards. “Sorry doll, nothing you say is going to convince me to change my mind.”

You watched as he began to shuffle them. “Do you ever go anywhere without those cards?”

He gasped, as if offended. “I would never. You might think it’s all a con, but I trust the cards. If they’re used right, they can be very useful tools.”

You rolled your eyes as you see a few girls starting to notice him. “Oh sure, and they’re not just a tool to pick up and con those poor unknowing girls.”

He looked at you and smirked. “Is that jealousy I hear, Y/N?”

You scoff. “You’d love it if it was, wouldn’t you?”

“Ahh, deflecting the real question. That says a lot about you doll, whether you believe it or not.” He said before turning his attention to one of the girls that had walked over towards him. They began talking about his cards and you rolled your eyes as you tried to focus on something else.

You looked around the station. There weren’t many people. Granted, this particular train station was not very large. As you looked around, you noticed a single black bird perched on top of your train. The more you looked at it, the more you felt like it was staring at you. You didn’t like the vibe it was giving off. It made you feel uneasy. You continued to stare at it as you pulled out your phone and snapped a quick picture. As soon as you snapped the photo, the bird cawed and moved down a couple of train cars. You didn’t know what was going on, but you had a strange feeling about this bird. But it was just a bird. Why were you worrying so much?

You were brought out of your thoughts when you heard the obnoxious laugh from one of the girls attempting to flirt with Taehyung. You rolled your eyes before you got up, Taehyung not even noticing you leave. Instead, you decided to follow the bird. You felt a little silly at first, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that you needed to follow it. Every time you got closer to it, it would hop over to the next train car and wait for you to get close again before hopping over to the next.

You probably looked like a moron following around this bird. You tried your best to make it seem like you were just wandering about instead of following a random bird. As you approached the rear of the train, the bird spread its wings and took flight, but only for a short distance. It flew over to an opened door before dropping to the ground. This time the bird waited for you to catch up. You were only a few feet away from it before it cawed at you and walked through the door and flew down a long corridor. You hesitated for a moment, checking to see if there way anyone around before heading in after the bird.

You walked down the long corridor, listening to the soft caws coming from the bird. You really felt stupid. This was just a mindless animal. But then why would you keep having this weird, unexplainable feelings? It just didn’t make sense. Something was going on. Being so lost in thought, you never noticed when the cawing stopped. You rounded the corner that the hallway had taken and ran directly into the person in front of you.

You fell back a little before you bowed in an attempt to apologize. “I am so sorry! I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.”

You heard a chuckle before you looked up to the man in front of you. You nearly gasped. He was breathtaking. Deep brown eyes framed by wavy blonde hair parted down the middle; plump pink lips turned upwards into a smirk. “Well hello to you too.” He took a step back, giving you a bow in return. “No need to apologize. I wasn’t watching where I was going either. Although, I’m afraid I’m not sorry for running into such a beautiful lady.”

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks immediately. “Oh, well uhm. Thank you.”

He smiled at you which only made your heart ache. His smile was so genuine that it even touched his eyes, crinkling as if they were smiling as well. “My name is Jimin. And you are?”

You extended your hand to offer a handshake. “I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you Jimin.”

He took your hand in his, giving it a firm shake. “Likewise, Y/N. Now, can I ask what you’re doing all the way down this corridor? You don’t look like you work at the train station.”

You blushed before you let out an uneasy chuckle. “Well, you’d be right about that. I, uh, was just bored. We got here a little too early and I was restless.” As if you would actually tell him you were chasing a bird.

He raised an eyebrow. “We?”

You nodded. “Yes, my friend is waiting for me by the train. He got caught up in some work thing and I got restless so I left.”

Jimin nodded before he motioned towards the exit. “Well, let’s get you back out there so you don’t miss your train.” You started to walk back, feeling Jimin’s eyes on you as you walked. “So, where are you traveling to?” he asked as he moved in step with your pace.

You wrapped your arms around yourself as you held back a wince. The weird feeling from earlier had changed. It had started to become almost painful. The funny feeling had turned into a dull ache. You tried to ignore it, chopping it up to hunger pains as you tried to focus on Jimin.

"Y/N?" Jimin asked as he noticed you falter in your pace.

You shook your head and tried to give him a smile. "I'm sorry, I zoned out there. What did you ask?"

He looked you over once before turning his attention to the exit. "I was just wondering where you were traveling to."

“Oh! I’m actually on my way to New Orleans.”

This piqued his interest. "New Orleans? That's crazy. I'm heading there as well."

"That is crazy. Are you going for business or pleasure?" You asked as you finally reached the exit.

He motioned for you to go first, giving him the opportunity to look you over again, a wicked grin growing on his lips. "I'm hoping for a bit of both."

After you both made it back out to the station, you could see your train had started to board. You turned to Jimin and gave him a smile. "Well, I guess it's time to get going. It's my first time on a train, so I'm a little nervous."

Jimin gave you a soft smile and a reassuring pat on your shoulder. "I'm sure you'll be alright. You seem like a pretty tough lady. Now, you go on and have a good trip. Maybe we'll run into each other again."

You nodded. "I hope you have safe travels! Thank you for walking me back. The last thing I needed today was to miss this train." You said with a chuckle.

"And we wouldn't want that. If you don't hurry you won't get to say goodbye to your friend." Jimin said as he pulled his sleeve up to check the time on his watch. "It's almost time to go."

You gasped and started to head off towards Taehyung. You turned to wave to Jimin. "Here's to hoping we get the chance to meet again in New Orleans!"

The smirk that appeared on Jimin's lips sent another ache in your gut. "I hope we do, Y/N." And then he walked off towards the opposite end of the train.

You looked after him for another moment, resting your hand on your stomach. You really needed to grab something to eat. You rummaged through your bag until a hand grabbed your shoulder and made you jump.

"Aiiish. Calm down, doll. It's just me. You're going to miss boarding." Taehyung said as he grabbed your hand and tried to give you a little tug. "Hey, Earth to Y/N. What's wrong?"

You shook your head before turning to walk past Taehyung. "Oh, uh. Nothing. Let's go. I'm going to miss boarding."

"That's what I just said." He mumbled as he followed after you. “Where did you go, anyway?”

You shrugged off his words before stopping in front of your train car. “Nowhere important.”

Taehyung looked you over once before sighing and shoving his hands in his jacket pockets. “I don’t have a good feeling about this anymore, Y/N. Are you sure you really want to do this?”

Taehyung didn’t have a good feeling either. Maybe you shouldn’t go. No, you had to go. Taehyung just didn’t want to deal with his family. You were going to find our more about yours. You squeezed the strap of your grandmother’s bag before nodding. “Yes. You coming into my life was the push I needed. There’s no point in putting this off. I need to know more.” You turned to look at Taehyung. “Thank you for that.”

He waved you off. “Just be careful. Not all witches are good witches. Use my book, okay?” You smiled and nodded before taking the step up onto the train. You walked through the door, moving down to find your seat. As you moved to your seat, Taehyung stayed in his spot.

He had started to get a headache as soon as you had left, but it wasn’t a normal headache. With every pulse, your name would flash into his mind. It made it incredibly hard to focus on his tarot readings. That’s when he went to look for you. It eased once he saw you, but now that you were boarding the train, it was starting to get worse. Something wasn’t right, he just couldn’t figure out what.

Finally Taehyung moved to sit on the bench. Maybe getting off of his feet would ease the pain, but he rammed his knee into the side of the bench, his tarot cards flying out of his pocket and spilling onto the concrete. He cursed as he rubbed his knee before leaning down to pick up the cards.

He gasped at the way the cards had fallen. All of the cards were facing down except for the card on the very top of the scattered pile. The Tower. An ominous card that always indicated some form of disaster. He shook his head as he quickly gathered his cards back up.

It was just a coincidence. It wasn’t real, right? Y/N was just going to New Orleans. It’s not like she’d actually find anything down there. He tucked the cards back into his pocket before it hit him. She might not find anything, but something might find her.

The loud shriek of the train whistle made Taehyung jump. He turned to look as the train slowly began to move. Something bad was going to happen to that train. Something bad was going to happen to Y/N. And she has no idea.

‘Damn witches and their cryptic magic’, he thought before he took off in a full sprint, trying to catch up to the now moving train. He had to run with everything he had in him before he was able to grab a hold of the railing on the back of the train car. Once on the safe side of the railing, he collapsed onto the ground panting. He leaned his head back against the door of the train car as he looked at the now shrinking station. He was going home whether he wanted to or not now.

After taking a few minutes to catch his breath, Taehyung finally stood and opened the door. Luckily very few people had gotten on the train at the last station. No one paid him any mind as he made he was down the little hallway. He peeked through the windows of every room before he finally found yours.

He knocked on the door and waved to you. You gasped and stood to let him into the room. “Taehyung! What are you doing here? I thought you weren’t going to come.”

He gave you his big boxy grin and shrugged. “I couldn’t let you go through New Orleans during Mardi Gras all on your own. If you’re going to be down there for as long as you say, you’ll be staying during it,” he said as he moved into the car and sat down on the seat across from where you had been sitting.

He didn’t want to lie to you, but he also didn’t want to worry you. He wasn’t entirely sure what these feelings were, or if anything was actually going to happen. For now, it was best to just see how things went. He might not be able to do much, but he knows that if something happens, he needs to be there for you.

You crossed your arms before sitting down across from him, trying to hide the smile that threatened to break onto your face. He actually did care enough to come with you. But you couldn’t let him know you wanted him here. You couldn’t let him know that it made that stomach ache go away. He’d never let you live it down if he did. You cleared your throat. “I can handle myself, you know.”

He gave you a soft smile. “I’m sure you can. But I couldn’t get your voice out of my head.” He put his hands into his jacket pockets, his fingers moving over his tarot deck. “I think I’ll regret it if I don’t go.”

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what laughter is to childhood

i’ve been meaning to finish a very very short piece about damian being 16 years old and thinking he’s Super Smart for some time now. will post to ao3 tomorrow. dami/irey cuteness. enjoy!

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In the early morning, an alarm went off on the phone on Damian’s bedside table. Behind the blackout curtains of his room, dawn was only just beginning to break outside. In an instant Irey was up, swiping the phone off the table and silencing the alarm.

Groggily, Damian turned over to wrap his arms around his girlfriend’s waist. She giggled and returned the embrace, holding him about his shoulders. His face buried in her neck, he murmured, “It’s too early.”

She kissed the top of his head. “I know,” she replied, sympathetically. “This is a lot easier at the Tower, huh?”

Still pressed against her shoulder he let out a small sigh, and a moment later she vanished, leaving his arms empty and his bed cold. Damian rolled over once more, drawing the covers up around his bare chest, and went back to sleep.

An hour or so later – Damian always slept fitfully in the mornings after Irey left – he got out of bed, heading first to the bathroom. After his shower, he wrapped a towel around his waist and then carefully inspected the very obvious marks along his neck and collarbone. He took a few selfies on Snapchat and sent them to Irey, captioned, Today’s damage.

Her reply consisted mainly of a number of emojis and lots of exclamation points. A little later she sent a selfie of herself in the bathroom mirror, her own towel wrapped around her waist. One arm draped across her chest to preserve her modesty (not that it was difficult; Iris had very little to show in that department), the photo was captioned, Im clean…try harder next time.

Iris’s superspeed meant that any marks he left on her skin were gone before they even formed, but Damian liked the challenge. As they texted, Damian carefully dabbed concealer over the marks along his neck, though he didn’t bother with the one lower down his chest. Nobody would see it, anyway.

This game he and Irey played would only continue to be fun if they could manage to keep it a secret, so Damian meticulously covered up any visible evidence of lovebites, careful to make it look as natural as possible. Not that it was likely his father would be suspicious – the Batman didn’t think any speedster could get past the sensors set up around Wayne Manor. He had no clue how fast Iris was. Apart from Damian nobody in the world knew how fast she was, and even Damian, constrained to the normal laws of physics, stranger to the Speed Force, could never fully comprehend her true power. Keeping a secret of this magnitude together was thrilling. The fact that it helped her sneak into the house so they could spend time together after hours was just a plus.

Downstairs, Alfred was already preparing breakfast. Like he did on many mornings, Damian went about critiquing his choices. “I don’t like smoked salmon,” Damian insisted, standing in the refrigerator door, inspecting a package of the stuff. “I don’t know why you still insist on buying it.”

“If I recall,” Alfred replied patiently, “last week you positively devoured it.”

“That was lox,” Damian retorted. “Lox and smoked salmon are two completely different things.”

“Are they really?” asked Alfred mildly, fully aware of the slight culinary differences between the two products, and also aware that Damian never seemed to notice unless he inspected the packaging before being served. “Why, I had no idea.”

“Lox isn’t smoked at all,” continued Damian, digging his hand into the produce drawer to withdraw a handful of loose grapes. Popping one after the other into his mouth, he took a seat at the counter. “It’s cured, but not smoked. It’s saltier, and I don’t like that smoked taste, it makes it taste off.”

Damian didn’t like a great many things, but it helped immensely when he could sit here, in the kitchen, and watch Alfred prepare his food. He even schmeared his own bagel, like a big boy. “Pineapple or kiwi?” asked Alfred, of Damian’s daily protein-boosted fruit smoothie.

“Pineapple,” answered Damian, through a mouthful of bagel. His favorite lately. He swallowed the bagel, then added, “I don’t like kiwi, I’ve told you that.”

He’d decided he hadn’t liked kiwi a few months ago, when Dick had visited for a few days and pushed Damian into near hysterics by taking a bite out of a kiwi whole, as if it were an apple. Dick insisted the fiber was good for you. Damian had countered that the fiber intake derived from kiwi skins was negligible at best, unless you ate about thirty kiwis at a time. Dick had taken that as a personal challenge.

“I shall have to replace kiwi in our rotation, then,” agreed Alfred smoothly, as the blender whirred. “Perhaps something more exciting than oranges. Grapefruit?”

“I can’t have grapefruit,” said Damian, scrolling through something on his phone.

This wasn’t true, as Alfred was acutely aware of all the medications Damian was currently on, and all their various interactions. But he wouldn’t argue. “Papaya, perhaps?”

“I like mango,” offered Damian, as Alfred placed his smoothie in front of him. “Iris’s mother makes incredible mango juice.” Iris’s mother bought mango juice in cartons from Whole Foods for $7.99, but Damian didn’t know that.

As Alfred busied himself with making breakfast for himself – Bruce would not be up for another hour yet, at which time he could forage for his own meal – he asked, “And how is young Miss West, I might ask?”

“She’s well,” answered Damian, taking an exploratory sip of the smoothie, then setting it down once more, apparently pleased. “Well,” he amended, “technically speaking, she’s grounded, so not as well as usual.”

“Did something happened?”

“She and her brother had an argument. I can sympathize, having argued with a fair number of brothers in my lifetime.” All sixteen years and three quarters of it.

“Which resulted in her becoming grounded?” Alfred made a face, impressed. “Perhaps we should have tried that method with you, when you were younger.”

“I believe you did,” Damian pointed out. “And as far as I recall, it didn’t work.”

Alfred asked, “Does it work for her?”

Damian didn’t answer. When Alfred turned around to breakfast with Damian, neither of them said anything. “Why wouldn’t it?” asked Damian, as Alfred took a sip of his own smoothie.

“Merely a question,” Alfred murmured, turning to his bagel with a sigh.

Later that day, Damian worked on an assignment from a teacher Bruce had commissioned with whom he communicated remotely – that is, he holed up in his room, door closed, music turned up just loud enough to drown out the noise from beyond his own space. Though by the nature of the computer networks in the house Bruce could at any moment peek at whatever internet activity his son was taking, he generally refrained from doing so. They had promised some years ago that they would try to set normal boundaries, even in such abnormal circumstances. So when an alert lit up that informed Bruce that Damian had enabled a rudimentary network masking program – a sort of glorified ‘Private Browser’ – Bruce just quietly silenced the notification, well aware that his son was, in fact, a normal teenager.

Before patrol, Damian joined his father in the Batcave for some light training. In a specialized suit which recorded his every movement and vital signs, he executed maneuvers in the simulation room exquisitely, more perfect than any of the boys had ever been. More perfect than Bruce had ever been. Damian rivaled Cassandra in all ways except for his reliance on brute force, whereas Cass would always default towards the simplest option, the way to beat her opponent as easily and effortlessly as possible.

The effort was part of the thrill, for Damian. When the sim dropped, Damian breathed ragged breaths, grinning up at the camera through which he knew his father was watching. “Is that all you’ve got?” he called, taunting.

Bruce mic’d in. “Enough for tonight,” he said shortly. “You’re on patrol in an hour. Get some rest.”

With a sigh, Damian exited the sim room. Before he went to shower or change his clothes, he picked up his phone, which had buzzed with several notifications whilst he was training. Bruce went back to work on the Batcomputer.

After a few minutes, an alert popped up on the screen: Damian’s suit was registering a spike in heartrate.

Bruce frowned, then clicked to open a camera feed to the place Damian had left his phone. And sure enough, Damian still stood there, his eyes glued to his phone, which he was very obviously trying to hide, to shield from whatever prying camera eyes may be found over the Cave.

He lifted the phone in front of him, catching his face, tapping the screen. He opened his mouth. Bruce frowned again, then zoomed in with the security camera. On his son’s phone, two years and a doggy mouth were superimposed over his face, the tongue wagging when Damian opened his mouth.

Damian then made a very crass gesture with two of his fingers, and Bruce turned the feed off very quickly. Raising a teenager was exhausting.

Rather than the showers in the Cave, Damian generally prepared to venture back up into the house in his gear and use the shower in his own room. Bruce didn’t mind this; none of the boys had ever been as fastidious as Damian was about maintaining their identity and separating home life and Batcave life, and none had ever been as finicky about the hygiene of shared bathing spaces as Damian had, so no harm, no foul. In a very good mood, Damian came bounding downstairs with his hair still damp, ready for patrol.

As the three of them gathered for the only shared meal of the day, something light but nutritious before patrol, Damian chatted excitably about his ongoing missions, the assignments he was working on, the Titans, the new designs he was work on. “Lian showed me how to cross stitch and now we’re all at it, all hours of the day,” he babbled, running his hand through his damp hair. “I can’t explain it, perhaps if it were knitting and we were – you know – creating something, it would make more sense for all of us to be so set upon it, but really we’re just making moons and flowers and things. I should speak to her about finding new designs,” he continued absently, rubbing at a sore spot on his neck. “Did you know, she says you can stitch them onto pillows, or something?” Distantly, he wondered, “Maybe Dick would like a pillow for his birthday.”

“I’m sure he would,” agreed Alfred. Bruce grunted, scanning through the Gazette. “Damian,” added Alfred.

Without looking up from his food, Damian answered, “Hn?”

There was a pause. Alfred let out a gentle cough. Damian looked up.

Alfred met his gaze. Then, pointedly, he glanced towards Damian’s neck, at the spot he’d just been rubbing. For a second Damian was confused, then he froze stock still. Slowly, he looked down at his hand – and saw a patch of concealer rubbed off on his fingers, which had not yet fully dried.

Wide-eyed, Damian looked back up at Alfred, then, without turning his head, glanced sidelong at his father. Alfred offered him a little smile, then he held up his mug. “Would you mind terribly fetching me a spot of tea, Damian?”

“Yes,” said Damian instantly, seizing the mug and the opportunity. “Of course. One moment.” Then, calmly, measuredly, he walked out of the dining room.

Once past the threshold, he dashed up the stairs three at a time, sprinting to his bedroom to safely reapply concealer onto his neck.

Bruce sipped his coffee, eyes still focused on the newspaper.

“Bruise or a hickey?” he asked.

Waiting for Damian to return with his tea, Alfred replied, “The latter, I’m afraid.”

“I’ll need to speak to Wally about this, of course,” muttered Bruce, inspecting a particular article that caught his eye. “Can’t have her roughing him up too badly every night.”

“Puppy love, sir. Happened to them all.”

“Cassandra never gave me this trouble.”

“Or, as we well know, she’s simply more competent than her brothers.”

Finally Bruce looked up, frowning at Alfred as he sipped from his coffee mug.

Then he sighed, returning to the newspaper. “Just as long as he’s using protection.”

It was then that Damian returned, barreling into the room breathing far too evenly, his eyes too round and paranoid. “Here,” he said, setting the cup of tea down before Alfred. “With lemon, as you like it.”

“Thank you,” said Alfred graciously.

“You’ll be on your usual route tonight,” Bruce told Damian, setting the newspaper down. “I might have Spoiler join you.”

“Isn’t Stephanie too busy for nightly patrol?”

“Yes,” agreed Bruce. “But I’m sure she’ll make an exception.” He got to his feet, dishes in hand. “Understood?”

“Yes,” said Damian immediately, with a nod. “Understood.”

As Alfred watched his boys drive off into the night, he let out a quiet sigh.

They grow up so fast.

#earth 28 #damian wayne #damirey #idk what the damian/irey tag is #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #irey west

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coolpolarbear123 · 5 years

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Band Camp Day 6

If you thought our band director couldn’t make things worse, you’re wrong

August 24th, 2019

Day 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 7

I’m tired in many senses of the word:

First some stuff I forgot from yesterday:

Two nights ago the band was super slap happy and the BD was mad about it but maybe if we weren’t outside for a million hours and had actual indoor rehearsal--

The gang and I are showing up later and later to rehearsal and I’m surprised we haven’t been actually late yet

Okay now for today:

Morning rehearsal we just did a ton of halftime. This time the BD was able to fix our mistakes because he had the music, which Highkey confirmed that last night was a waste of time

We had to relearn a lot

Why are we even doing halftime when we barely know pregame

I learned some clarinet tea: someone went to join colour guard at the beginning of the year, got cut, rejoined clarinets, and they’re slightly annoyed

We got to march to the football practice field to “teach” the footballers how to sing the fight song

Basically we marched there in a parade formation (cool, good practice) and played the fight song for them. We didn’t get to teach them at all technically

When we got there, the football coach was hyping up the team, and we couldn’t respond with hype because we were at attention and that was awkward

Then we played the fight song

Then we got to relax and react a bit

Then we played Dance Again, the band’s national anthem

I was in the back, so I couldn’t see it, but apparently there was just a whole heckin mosh pit so that’s cool I guess

I think it’s kinda fun

So then we had to march back

And fun fact: piccs are in the back

So the genius idea was for the band to just turn around and have piccs in the front

Uh bad idea bad idea

I literally said “nonononononono” and I Know some of the piccs heard it

I was on the edge because I’m a Returner (but that doesn’t mean I’m good at marching, folks)

The first line had two people in it because they were the back

So I was guiding to like my line sort of and my made up place

And it’s not my first time being the corner of a parade, but it’s definitely the worst I’ve ever done

Marching back sucked because of me but whatever we made it in one piece

BD: “We’ll do some halftime then pregame” *we only do halftime*

Lunch!

Half the piccs got together to do a Pokemon Go raid before going back to band and it was pretty fantastic

So the plan was sectionals at 1:30 (after lunch) but it got changed to “Meet in band room first”

It was to put away chairs and stands

Then sectionals

But here’s the deal

Our section leader was really sick

So she wasn’t there until then

Me, texting her: So sectionals are happening, but only come if you think you can Two seconds later, the piccs: Can you text NSL Me: Just did

Us, getting into the sectionals room

Me: Listen up, piccs. Naptime until NSL gets here

We ended up napping for like twenty minutes

NSL got there, and one of the fish piccs was like “Do we have to get up” and NSL straight up said, “No keep napping” and let us go for another fifteen minutes

I was on instagram the entire time because I hate sleeping and naps

But then I was accused of sleeping and I’m still lowkey mad about it

Even though plenty of people stood up for me asdfghjkl

Then we started sectionals

I definitely had a piece of white chalk because I was gonna draw on the chalkboard (I didn’t so I didn’t wake people up)

The chalk was at the board, but I accidentally carried it back to my seat on accident

So I started drawing on myself

(I’m not white)

And I sit in the back so eventually the piccs turned around and were like “[cpb] wtf” “I’m trying to blend in”

Which has the same vibes as when I stole Roommate’s sunglasses (she was up front but her stuff was still in the back) and then was messing around on my phone and it must have been a Look because when the piccs saw they all were like “??????”

NDL noticed almost immediately and gave me a Look

that was like the second day of band camp whoops back to today

Finished sectionals, immediately back to the field

Many pregame

Finally

There was a car parked on where we’re supposed to enter the field so that created Issues

The owner of the car is this one guy who’s,,,, in band? Not in band?? none of us understand

He’s this older dude who fills in spots, but he has a nametag like the rest of us and everything, so

I dunno but he didn’t move it so we were Messy getting on the field

Our drum major brought her dog and her name is Coco and I love her

Technically this was the end of the day (shortened day--ended at 5:30)

We did noncompliance dances, which was some song about cows

One of the returning piccs lives on a dairy farm, and she was very into the song--it was hilarious

yes a member of GB

We didn’t sing, though--not yet

So then our band pres got in front of the band for announcements, and she was like, “Today’s activity is a hike up sugarloaf mountain! We meet here to figure out rides!”

but then here’s where stuff got even messier:

During the week of band camp, we’re supposed to have an elimination block

This is where we get in a block formation and follow commands blindly. Mess up and you’re out. Last one wins

We do it as a band, then just the returners

This is supposed to leave the freshmen paranoid. “Oh no they’re gonna make the freshmen do it” sorta thing

And then you go back to rehearsing as full band without saying anything, effectively confusing the freshmen

We didn’t do this

So as band pres was giving announcements, she said, “We’re gonna march pregame a bit and do an elimination block” so uh that’s spoiled thanks

I sorta get that we have to introduce the concept of it, but we should have done that when we met up after dinner

That entire thing is supposed to be a secret to the freshmen

Especially because of how BD reacted

He was like “Tell them about the rewards!”

And that’s an even bigger secret

So then everyone started whispering “freshman of the year” so surprise: spoiled

So then we completely revealed that, and I had to raise my hand because I was FOTY, and the other two also had to raise their hands but aaaaa

The piccs cheered for me though haha it was sweet

Thankfully, with all of us so tense you could feel it in the air, crash and burn wasn’t spoiled

The fact that we do stuff before sugarloaf was though and it makes me angry

dinner

then the antics

We did a whole band elimination block

I committed suicide--I wasn’t about to do that whole thing

A senior baritone won that

Then it was time for the block that mattered: the freshmen only

Basically the piccs dropped like flies except for maybe two, but they did well

Colour guard won, which nice since they’ve never done that

I should know, I currently have the list

Breaking the streak of only trumpets and drumline getting it one section at a time

Though piccs are slightly annoyed because their DI was a picc and knows the secrets

Then time for crash and burn

What’s supposed to happen is that we set up for pregame, and then they say “returners step out” which effectively freaks out the freshmen

But this time they straight up said “freshmen set up pregame” which ruins that

Then they got to the final block and were being yelled at to stay in set

Then the SL for the percussion gave us their air horn and we went wild

Basically the goal is to get them to break attention

We did a ton of vine references and broke quite a few of our piccs

One of them though was unbreakable so kudos to her, especially since she’s been sick all week and couldn’t do most rehearsals

Picc section has been dying in more than one way

She picks up on stuff so quickly though she’s amazing

Then we went up the hiking trail, hung out at the top, did the senior speeches, got emotional, took some awesome section pictures, amazing GB album covers (that’s what we call our squad pics)

squad piccs

After the senior speeches, we do the cult stuff. Singing the alma mater and fight song. However, before this, we’re supposed to take a pledge--or the freshmen are, at least

However our band pres forgot to get a copy of the pledge, so she had to call the band pres from last year (who graduated) and it was pretty funny

We did the cult stuff first to give him time to send it over

After that NSL called us over to give us a speech and talk about how proud she is of us and dang I love her

I miss mom and dad too, though

The freshmen: Why do you call yourselves gingerbread We made gingerbread houses together,,,, it’s not that interesting of a story

We hiked down

I very quickly figured out that my dinner of Lots of Bread wasn’t quite enough

My friends fixed that real quick

We also played pokemon go this entire time

And uh yeah that’s pretty much the day. I’ve been typing this on and off for two hours so I’m gonna go sleep

But also, another thing from yesterday:

At lunch I misheard someone say something and heard the word “wet” instead. But my dumb brain also took that as slang for “rad” so guess what the picc section says now

Yeah it’s pretty wet

Did I explain that yesterday? I dunno but I wanted to make sure you guys knew because it’s a Thing along with the handshake and I’m excited

Have I talked about the alive, awake, alert, enthusiastic song? I’ll try to mention it tomorrow if not

Have I mentioned how much we talk about vines because that’s still happening it’s honestly fantastic

A new vine reference every five seconds really

Tomorrow is a short day. Expect a shorter post.

#This picc section rocks honestly #band camp #2k19 BC Adventures #marching band #band #rant #cpb speaks #CBC

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feelingsinthedark · 5 years

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Jem & Lunar New Year

it’s a little late but it’s still technically like the period of celebration for Chinese New Year so it’s fine whatever lol

PART TWO COMING SOON with qoaad spoilers :3 wanted to post these here first so i can screenshot it and post on instagram more easily lol

they’re kinda long and i figured out how to put a cut thing at least on a computer skdfsfdfkksk idk if they’re good but here ya go

and oh yeah disclaimer the timeline is messy but i tried ok here ya go i’ll shut up now lmao

The first twelve years of his life are perfect Chinese New Year celebrations

He helps his parents decorate the Institute with 福 signs everywhere and window hangings and all the things

He wakes up early with his parents the day of and makes dumplings with them that they feed the visiting relatives and random Shadowhunters

People come and go all day long to and from the Shanghai Institute

Older Shadowhunters give him 红包 (red envelopes) every year as well as his parents

1873 is the last of these

Chinese New Year in 1874 he spends in a state of delirium caused by yin fen

His father died not long before but he can still hear his mother crying out for him

新年快乐，儿子 he thinks he hears her say softly, exhaustedly, that day

A ridiculously ironic statement considering the situation they’re in

But it could be a hallucination brought on by the drug

He whispers 过年好 to his mother, though he doesn’t realize it in a surge of pain and delirium

His mother sobs at what were the first words she heard from her son in what seemed like years

Yanluo sneers at their interaction and deliberately gives Jem a larger dose of yin fen to torture him and his mother more

To take away from this day of fortune and happiness and prosperity

Not long after Chinese New Year of 1874, Jem’s mother is dead, and Yanluo has disappeared

Chinese New Year of 1875 is spent at the London Institute

Jem arrived a little more than half a year before

He remembers when he wakes up that morning, but he decides to keep it to himself

Especially considering how his last Chinese New Year went

And he doesn’t want to make Charlotte or anyone else feel like they need to do something for him

He’s sent out on a patrol with Will

He is quieter than usual and sort of draws into himself remembering past years

Will notices but doesn’t pry until Jem is giving him an iratze and it’s just kind of an awkward silence which never happens between them

So he quietly asks “Are you okay?”

Showing that gentle side of him that only Jem ever sees

Jem is silent for a little longer while he draws another iratze

Then he says “It’s the Lunar New Year today,” while drawing Will’s sleeve down over the rune

“Shouldn’t that be a happy thing?” Will asks

“It is,” Jem says as they head back to the Institute

And after another silence he says “my last one wasn’t”

Will puts the pieces together

Jem tries to add “it’s fine, I’ll be okay, I am okay”

Will ignores this and when they get back to the Institute he insists Jem train with him

He says he needs to brush up on his knife throwing

Even though he just dispatched a demon with a deathly accurate dagger to the head

The whole time he talks about nothing and helps to take Jem’s mind away from that

Later Jem has a bout of sickness and coughs blood

He makes a joke about the color red being the color of fortune

But he thinks he really is fortunate bc he has Will

Chinese New Year of 1876 had a little bit of celebration

He had told the inhabitants of the London Institute that year about some of his traditions when he lived in Shanghai

So that year they all try to make dumplings together

Really just Charlotte and Will, and Sophie and Agatha too

Jem is really the only one who makes them well but he tries to teach them

He takes over the kitchen which Agatha very much objects to

He still remembers how to make the dough, the filling, and how to roll out dumpling skins and wrap them

After a while Will’s given up and he sits there making sarcastic remarks

They start to make that a tradition in the London Institute every year

Just making dumplings which Jem insists is enough

Charlotte wants to do more to make Jem feel at home but they never get around to it

1877 and 1878 are like this

Chinese New Year of 1879 Jem spends in the Silent City

There is no celebrating, no dumplings, none of the music or decorating or family of his childhood

His emotions are still mostly there as he was only made a Silent Brother a few months before

But all he feels is a desperate loneliness knowing that he can’t be with the ones he loves most today

His days only get lonelier and lonelier as the years pass and he barely remembers what Chinese New Year meant to him

He asks Tessa to meet him on Blackfriars on Chinese New Year of 1890

He doesn’t set the date on purpose but afterward he realizes it is Chinese New Year

On the bridge he tells Tessa he wishes he could have gotten to experience a Chinese New Year with her

Tessa says maybe someday they’ll have a chance

They both know it’s impossible though

Every year he feels himself slipping away and Tessa feels him growing further from her and from humanity

And then

Chinese New Year of 2008 is spent with the love of his life

They are staying at Tessa’s flat in London

Jem had just come back a less than a month ago

Tessa wakes up and kisses Jem to wake him up

“新年快乐” she says quietly, smiling, “happy Lunar New Year, my love”

Jem asks her how she knew

After that meeting on the bridge in 1890 she started paying attention to the lunar calendar

“In case... in case there really was ever a day,” she explains

Jem smiles and kisses her

“Well, you were right”

Tessa asks what he wants to do to celebrate

He says just being with her is enough after so long in the darkness

And they have forever to celebrate Chinese New Years properly

They have a quiet, relaxed day in London

And it ends not so quietly

Chinese New Year of 2009 is spent with his fiancée

Tessa surprises Jem again

She had gone out a couple weeks ago and gotten decorations which she hung up that night

She also got ingredients for dumplings and she and Jem mess around with making them

Neither of them know exactly what they’re doing

Tessa’s never made dumplings from scratch and Jem hasn’t in over a century and certainly hasn’t had to even think about making dumplings

But they don’t look it up they just have fun with it and make things up as they go

They end up making a mess in the kitchen and all over themselves

The dumplings are okay and they eat them and make fun of each other accusing each other of making them taste bad

“You’re the one who made the filling, did you not add any soy sauce?”

“Well you made the skins so thick we had to boil them for so long that all the flavor leeched out. Just dip them in some sauce”

“That is an inconvenience for me, sir”

And they laugh a lot

The next day they watch the 春节晚会 together

Jem explains some of what’s going on to Tessa but she’s kept up learning some Chinese over the years so she knows a bit and can sort of keep up

Chinese New Year of 2010 is spent with his wife

They spend it by themselves in LA

*(Idk why they’re in LA sorry y’all make up a reason yourself lol Tessa has homes everywhere right so it makes sense right)

Jem sends 红包 for Emma and the Blackthorn kids to the LA Institute via a very grumpy Church

He and Tessa spend the weekend before Chinese New Year decorating and cleaning her house

(I’m like doubting if that’s an actual thing that Tessa has houses everywhere I feel like I just made that up but oh well they had to stay somewhere in LA in Lady Midnight right)

Jem had told Tessa about more traditions since coming back

She cuts his hair every year on Chinese New Year

And they go shopping for new clothes

Jem can’t remember everything he used to do as a child but they do everything he remembers

2011 and 2012 are pretty similar

2011 at Jem’s house in Devon and 2012 in LA

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pillowfluffs · 6 years

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Sing For Me Please!Kihyun

Pairing: Kihyun X Reader (gender neutral)

Genre: Fluff

Summary: You loved to sing but you always hid it from Kihyun until one day..

Author’s Note: I relate a lot tbh. I love singing but when nights with my family such as karaoke come, I don’t even sing.. Do you like singing? As always, feedback is greatly appreciated and please look forward to more works in the future!

Song Referenced: Ellie Goulding - How Long Will I Love You

Music filled your ears without effort, like the waves filling holes in beach sand. The rhythm of it flowed through your veins and swirled in your head. Your body swayed at the gentle sounding music and the soft vocals of the vocalist you were listening to. The sweet sound of Ellie’s voice as well as yours matching hers. You followed along to her song while it played on your phone with your earbuds in. The volume was just right where you could hear your own voice and hear the music. You sat in your shared bedroom folding laundry, even hanging some up. Most of it was your boyfriend, Kihyun’s clothes. He was away on tour and came back just two days ago. You insisted he should stay home and rest since he had about five more days before getting back to work for their next comeback, but he was determined to make up for the days he was gone. You didn’t know how he was going to do it and you didn’t know when either.

Today Kihyun and his members had an event to go to, or at least that’s what he said. Kihyun left around noon, kissing you goodbye and headed out towards the company. About an hour and a half later and here he was at the supermarket, struggling a little bit with pulling out a shopping cart from the long line of carts outside the entrance. He wore a simple white hoodie with black jeans and vans. He brought Minhyuk and Wonho along because they felt rather bored at the dorm. Kihyun put all his strength into trying to pull the cart out of the chain of carts, seeming like it wouldn’t budge. He had a bag of reusable plastic bags hanging from his shoulder.

Wonho and Minhyuk approached the struggling hamster after parking the car. They watched in amusement. “Need help?” Minhyuk offered, chipper than ever. He walked over, replacing Kihyun. “If I can pull this out, then that’s just sad, Kihyun.” Minhyuk shook his head at him. He wore Black jeans with a white shirt and shoes with a black denim jacket.

“It’s hard to pull out!” He stepped aside, watching trying to pull it out. “It’s not just me being weak, and If I can’t then you definitely can’t!” He laughed.

Minhyuk grasped the handle of the cart feeling the cold plastic and metal. The smile on his face began to fade as he pulled, giving a few hard tugs. “Wait why is this so hard?” He began to pull harder, enough to shake the other carts with it.

“See?” Kihyun joined again, helping Minhyuk. “It’s not just ‘cause I’m weak!” They pulled hard, their faces began to scrunch up. “Pull harder!” Kihyun could feel the time being wasted even though it had only been a few minutes.

Wonho stood on the side leaning on a railing, recording the two of them as he laughed at them. “You two are so funny,” his voice shook as he laughed, his smile spread all over his face, flashing his straight white teeth as his eyes formed crescents.

“You give it a try then!” Minhyuk pushed Kihyun and himself out the way, gesturing for Wonho to try. “Here, give me your phone, I’ll record you since you recorded us.” He took Wonho’s phone and began recording.

Wonho calmly walked up the cart, wrapping one hand around the handle and pulled. He wore gray sweatpants with a black shirt. The cart came out with ease, leaving another bright smile plastered on his face as he looked at the two dumbfounded younger members. “I got the cart,” he burst out giggling at them, taking his phone back.

“Whatever, let’s just shop,” Kihyun mumbled in embarrassment, taking the cart and leading into the cold aired supermarket.

“We loosened it for you.” Minhyuk playfully nudged Wonho, making him laugh more as he watched the two videos on his phone following Kihyun through the automatic glass doors.

The three entered the market, faced with row after row of cash registers, some closed since today was a weekday so fortunately, it didn’t face the weekend rush of things. Music from a popular radio station played softly through the speakers. The white lights on the ceiling reflected on the white floor tiles, making the place look somehow brighter and cleaner than the warm sun outside. Some customers walked through the aisles pushing carts, some with baskets. The first section of the market they faced was the bakery.

You sang along with the song as it was on loop, fixing parts here and there everytime it played again. You took all the chances you could to sing whenever Kihyun wasn’t home, but the reason behind it made the most sense to you. He was the main vocalist of an idol group while you were his significant other. So far in your life, you had never done anything musically; you didn’t play an instrument, you never took any lessons for vocals. The only thing you did musically was take the mandatory music classes required to graduate. Well, technically, in high school, the school required you to have a fine art credit and you weren’t as confident with drawing and painting than music so in high school, you took piano classes, which later on, you got lessons for a few years for, but stopped when college came around. It was only then did you play the piano but only when you had absolutely free time which was still rare.

You put away the final articles of clothing into the drawers in your bedroom. You laid on your bed, thinking about any other chores you had to do before Kihyun’s return, which you didn’t even know when it was. “I cleaned the bathrooms, did the laundry and put them away.. Vacuumed yesterday..” You really had nothing else to do for the day since which meant you could just sing. You pushed yourself up, grabbing your now fully charged tablet, going down the stairs at a somewhat fast pace, going straight down the basement stairs. Your basement was tied in first place as your favorite room in the house along with your bedroom. It was so cozy and comfortable. Once down the staircase, there was a bookshelf taking up an entire wall, filled with books, half of which you read. In front of the shelf was a couch with pillows and blankets where you spent most of your free time reading if not singing. But this time, you weren’t going to read. You quickly pulled open TubeYou, a popular app letting you post or watch videos. You quickly typed in the search for “Ellie Goulding How Long Will I Love You piano” where a moment later, millions of results popped up. You clicked on the first video, posted by an account you were subscribed to. You sat in the corner of the basement at a grand piano where you faced the corner of a room, facing a window which looked into your backyard. You couldn’t help the smile growing on your face since the last time you played this song was when Kihyun was on tour and you had gotten significantly better.

You paused the music playing on your phone, plugging your earbuds into your tablet, placing it against the music rack, pressing play. You followed along with the video, singing without Ellie’s vocals. You wished you could play this for Kihyun one day, considering he told you he always listened to this song when he missed you and it expressed a good amount of his love for you.

“So what else do you need to get?” Minhyuk and Wonho were preoccupied, slowly walking down the snack aisle as Kihyun walked through, scanning the list of groceries for the house and dorm in general and the ingredients he needed. The cart was filled with various meats and greens, along with some frozen foods in case they couldn’t go out to eat, nor did they have time to make a full meal. Wonho grabbed a box of protein bars, placing them in the cart next to the energy drinks.

“Don’t forget to get snacks for the others.” Kihyun glanced upwards, seeing Wonho place his snacks in. “Uhhm,” his voice was barely audible to them as they continued scanning for possible snacks to bring home. He paused the cart at the end of the aisle, glancing from his list and cart, pulling a pen out and crossing off things he had already gotten. “I just need to get noodles and broth,” he basically said to himself as the two were in the back, bickering about which snack was better. He tucked the list into his pants pocket along with the pen and made his way towards the noodle aisle, leaving the two behind.

He pushed the cart, glancing around at things on sale, looking up the signs which informed shoppers what each aisle contained. All of a sudden, his mind buzzed to you. He thought how much power you had over him and you hadn’t the slightest clue at all. He dreaded leaving you at home alone while he went out on tour, especially out of the country, which was almost all tours now. The distance, the different time zones where he would be awake and you would be asleep or you would be awake and he would be asleep. As much as you two made it work, he couldn’t help but feel like a burden to you. To be in a relationship where you two hardly saw each other. You, of course, said it a countless amount of times but meant it each time when you told him you understood. You even told him how you felt like the burden. He wouldn’t feel this way unless you didn’t flirt back to him. He looked up to see the aisle he needed to be in. He began turning into the aisle, along with the other two catching up to him, a few snacks in each of their arms, dumping them into the cart.

You sat at the piano, the song coming back with ease into your head so it was basic muscle memory. You couldn’t quite hear yourself that well with your earbuds. You paused the music, swapping your earbuds for over the ear headphones, beginning once again, hearing everything evenly. “A few more practices and then I can perform it for Kihyun..” you thought excitedly to yourself, smiling as you sang along with the music. You had known Kihyun for a while; he knew you better than you knew yourself, except for this little part. As much as you wanted to show him this side of you, you just couldn’t. You two were equals and treated each other like so. He never criticized you for anything except when you were sick, he would tell you “I told you so,” for not wearing enough layers, but aside from that, nothing else. You confused yourself.

“However long you say~ How long will I love you? As long as stars are above you, and longer if I may,” the softness and smoothness of Ellie’s voice suited yours perfectly. Her voice wasn’t too high so the song, fortunately, didn't pose a challenge. You were able to match her tone and pitch, or at least you thought. You weren’t a musical expert like Kihyun, but you hoped he would enjoy it. The song was instrumented beautifully with the piano accompaniment, though it lacked something small due to the nonexistent drums, this didn’t stop you. You kept singing the song and playing it on repeat in your own little world.

“Let’s get these all home quickly so you guys can get your ice cream back home before it all melts.” Kihyun pushed the cart towards the car in the somewhat barren parking lot. “Minhyuk, trunk.”

Without a word, Minhyuk pulled out the car keys, unlocking the car, holding a button which opened the automatic car trunk. He held the cart as Kihyun and Wonho began loading the bags into the car, closing it and returning the cart swiftly. The sun was at the beginning of the setting, giving off a golden light. Fortunately, they were ahead of rush hour, able to drive through the clear streets before they were filled with cars going home from work. Music played through the car, the two in the front jamming out as Kihyun sat in the back of his phone.

“They haven’t texted me..” Kihyun opened his messages, not seeing any new ones since he landed, which he found somewhat strange. He scrolled through the previous messages, rereading the messages you sent, talking about each other’s day. He pulled up his contacts, pressing on your contact to call you. He watched as they passed other cars and pedestrians, glancing towards the orange, golden, and blue skies. The phone continued to ring, only to end with an automatic voicemail. He remembered when you first got your new phone, you didn’t make an official voicemail since you said you hated your voice, especially a recording of it. Now thinking about you, he never really understood why you hated your voice since he found it so soothing himself, especially on nights when he couldn’t sleep so you would wrap yourself around him, telling him fantasy stories you made up right on the spot, drawing imaginary shapes on his chest or stomach.

The longer you played and sang, the better you felt. You were in your own little world, playing your piano, singing a song you knew meant a lot to Kihyun. You felt as if you gave this video most of its views since you believed you were the only one who played this video more than anyone in the world. You were soon able to play without following the video.

“Okay, it’s time,” you spoke to yourself, removing the headphones and shutting off the tablet, neatly moving them to the side. You turned off your phone, moving it to the side with the tablet. You didn’t need any distractions. You needed perfection for this song. You counted off in your head, beginning to play the melody, humming the beginning of the song before singing the lyrics. The lyrics were no challenge for you since they were memorized into your head after listening to it so many times. Now all you had to do was match the tone and pitch with the piano as you sang.

You had to admit, being a singer was no easy thing, especially the idols where they danced and moved so much; there was so much they had to do, memorize lyrics, memorize choreography, where most of the times, were made by someone else. You were astonished how Kihyun and his members did it, especially since they created their own lyrics, pouring their soul into everything they did and will do.

The car pulled into the familiar neighborhood, stopping and pulling into the driveway. “Do you need our help to bring stuff in?” Wonho looked back in his seat to see Kihyun already slinging bags over his arms with the keys to your house in hand.

“No, it’s okay. Get back home though, the ice cream isn’t as cold as before.” He began closing the trunk. “Bye.” He waved them off as they drove away, turning the radio back up. He walked toward your front door, four plastic bags in his arms filled with groceries and snacks. He slid the key in, unlocking the door to be met with the dim sound of the piano playing the recognizable song of Ellie Goulding. He walked toward the kitchen after removing his shoes, placing the bags onto the island.

“I guess they’re reading,” Kihyun wondered to himself as he began to place the groceries that needed to be refrigerated into your somewhat empty fridge. It wouldn’t be the first time he came home to you blasting music with the bluetooth speaker of yours as you read a book, but as he continued to listen, he heard the voice singing wasn’t Ellie’s. He paused immediately, slowly making his way towards the basement, following the music. He stepped down the stairs lightly, trying not to let them creak. He was met with you, playing the piano, singing along, a wide smile making his eyes turn into crescents as he sat himself down on the stairs, absorbing your voice and the way you played the piano.

“How long will I want you, as long as you want me to, and longer by far~ How long will I hold you, as long as your father told you, as long as you can~” Your voice was as smooth and honeyed as Ellie’s as she sang. Yours matched hers very well in Kihyun’s opinion. You couldn’t help the smile on your face grow as you felt very confident and content with how you were currently playing and singing it than your past few tries. “This is the one,” your smile affected your singing only a tad bit, but you were able to adjust to it.

Kihyun lifted himself up with the help of the banister, slowly and quietly making his way over to you so he stood behind you, looming over your shoulders. He was mesmerized with your long fingers as they played each chord and note perfectly. His cheeks were sore from his wide smile, but he couldn’t help it since he had never seen or heard you sing nor play the piano. He had to place his hands over his chest to calm his heart, afraid you would hear how loud it was pounding.

You let the final chord ring out, closing your eyes to listen as it echoed around the room off the walls. The sound of clapping and a sudden feeling of someone’s arms around your back startled you, making you shriek until you realized it was Kihyun. “Oh my god, you scared me!” You turned in your seat, staring into his eyes as he stood above you. A sudden heat bloomed through your entire body until you realized Kihyun had heard you.

“You sing so well!” He cupped your face with his hands with the biggest smile on his face. “Why haven’t you ever sung for me? We could do a duet.”

You looked at anything but his eyes, you couldn’t meet them. You sighed, placing your hands over his, removing them so now you held them. “I don’t like my voice, remember? And it probably wasn’t good anyways,” your voice was quiet, almost inaudible to him as you turned away, closing the fallboard over the keys.

“No, your voice was,” he paused as he sat next to you on the seat. “I don’t even know a word for it since it was so good.” He playfully nudged you. He knew your voice wasn’t something you loved, but now he just had more reasons to add to his list of why he loved you so much.

“Horrendous?” You played with your fingers in your lap, not wanting to look into his.

“Hey, no. The complete opposite. Your voice is my favorite, everything about you is my favorite.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, peppering kisses on your cheek. He knew your weakness and how to use it, especially in a time like this.

A warm feeling slowly spread from your chest, making you smile. “You know, since you told me about it, I actually wanted to play and sing the song for you.” You turned your head, playfully looking at him, adoring his features.

“Really?” He was flattered as he raised his eyebrows.

You nodded, resting your head on his shoulder. “I’ve been practicing singing and playing the piano again when you’re not home.”

“Woah, woah, wait just a minute. First of all, wow, my significant other is so talented, like me. And second, playing the piano again?” He emphasized the last word as he sat up, trying to lean his head forward so he could meet your face and eyes.

“Oh, yeah, I never told you but I’ve been playing piano since high school..” You lifted your head, looking into his.

His eyes were wide as well as his eyebrows still raised. “Any other surprises?” He broke out into laughter from his own voice.

You shook your head, your smile appearing once again as you intertwined your fingers with his.

“Well, I technically only heard half of the song so..” He squeezed your hands with his.

“I don’t know, Kihyun..”

“Sing for me, please?” He lifted the fallboard. “I’ll play, you just sing.” He gave you his puppy eyes, another thing you couldn’t resist. He played the first chord, looking at you with pleading eyes.

You sighed, humming the beginning note. He continued playing as you continued singing, spending the rest of the night playing more songs, singing them together.

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