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teabooksandsweets · 5 years

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Soooooooo.... enough talk about cgi and costumes and fat jokes. What I want is............... FACTS. I want more ~imfortmation~!!!!!!!!! I want all the knowlegde!

Soooo, what else is going on? I HAVE QUESTIIONS!!! No complaints this time! No praise either!!!! Just pure plain curiousity combined with a dash of dread and a great lot of excitement, because here me out

MY FAVOURITE MUSICAL IS GOING TO HAVE A MOVIE THIS YEAR

AND SOME OF IT LOOKS HORRIBLE

AND SOME OF IT LOOKS AWESOME

AND I DON’T EVEN CARE ANYMORE BECAUSE THERE’S SO MANY STAGE PRODUCTIONS WITH COSTUMES I DON’T REALLY LIKE AND WITH INDIVIDUAL ACTORS I DON’T FIND A GOOD FIT AND MANY EVEN HAVE THE WRONG CHOREOGRAPHY (LIKE THIS ONE) AND THEN DON’T FORGET HIP HOP TUGGER (OR BETTER DO) SO THIS WILL JUST BE ANOTHER ONE AND I WILL LOVE IT ANYWAY

So now my questions (cause Jellicles ask because Jellicles dare...)

Dame Judi Dench is going to play Old Deuteronomy. That’s cool. I love her, she deserves to finally be in CATS, and this role is absolutely adequate. Grizabella and Jennyanydots didn’t bring her any luck, and I don’t see another that would fit. But the old, wise, beloved tribe leader? Perfect. Superb. But! Old Deuteronomy is a tomcat. I personally don’t mind in the least that he is going to be played by a woman. Or she, in this case? That’s my first question, no my first few questions: Is Old Deuteronomy a queen now, or more of a breeches role for Dame Judi? By the looks of the trailer, I assume the first. Are the lyrics of his - her - song changed? Did she survive many wives? or husbands? Or both? Is she still everybody’s great ancestor? Is she everybody’s mom? Is she a lesbian cat with endless babies?????????? I love every single possibility, don’t worry. I’m just curious!!!

Is this about Victoria now? Victoria is an important character, but it’s not like she’s always in the center of attention. She has her solo. Then her first time pas de deux. Then she accepts... oh, no, spoiler! Anyway, what is going to happen with her in the movie??? And why does it seem like she’s the sort of fallen-down-the-rabbit hole kind of ~normal~ outsider who’s lead through that wonderland by its crazy natives? Making her always beside the center of attention, rather than a normal acting ensemble character. It’s just a bit weird to me.

Also (this is a note, not a question, but I am going to word it as a question) I love that they actually cast an actual ballerina for her, but I do wonder - was it a good idea to suddenly expand her character to an acting role in the classical sense?

Where are Jemima and Sillabub? Why are there both of them? Who’s going to be the, you know, the one? Is she still going to be the most wonderful of them all? I need to know for personal reasons!!!

Are they making Victoria and Misto a couple? I hc them as siblings. I ship Misto and Jemima, because reasons. And Victoria and Plato because I love the 1997 video and they do it dance the pas de deux. There’s no exact canon, and I have no rational reason to complain. However, I never have any big shipping opinions or anything like that on anything, and I never participate when all of that drama breaks out over whatever thing is being hyped, so... I don’t know, I guess this is where all my pent up ship feelings are coming out or something. Let me have an opinion about fictional relationships for once! Let it be about anthro cats!

Why is Bustopher Jones like that? I said no! No fat joke related comments and that includes Bustopher and Jennyanydots!

Why did Jennyanydots what she did?

So.... they are including Growltiger’s Last Stand. That’s amazing. I know there’s complaints, because of racism and such, but seriously, it’s a pity it wasn’t in the old film, and I think it would look amazing in a proper movie. I wish The Awful Battle of the Pekes and the Pollicles and Growltiger’s Last Stand would just be used as in old tradition at the same time, and not just one instead of the other. And I don’t care if the character Growltiger is racist - he’s a fictional character in-universe, from a play-within-a-play, and he’s generally supposed to be an unlikable and rather dubious character. It’s not like the song is promoting a racist message, it’s simply acknowledging that someone happens to be a racist. The logic of “if you portray the existence of racism you’re racist” never made sense to me, and also, it’s an 80 year old poem about a pirate cat hating siamese cats. What I do wonder is - will Ian McKellen do that part? I mean, he is Gus after all. And with the movie technology, Growltiger wouldn’t be too exhausting I suppose. It’s all “lightened” for the non-musical actors anyway, so his age wouldn’t be a big deal.

Also... will the Battle happen? Will there be a Rumpus Cat?

Are Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer the two people holding Victoria’s hands? Did they become side characters... in their own song?

Why is Munkustrap so shy and in the background and close to Victoria?

Why do they talk?

Will there be another plot aside from the actual plot of CATS?

What was the big deal with running in the streets and being locked behind a gate?

Since Taylor Swift is getting her own new song, does that mean we have a chance that Macavity will continue to be a duet?

Do we get more information about Macavity?

Will they actually do the big mistake of adding mainstream animated movie silliness and instead removing the actual typical CATS silliness?

Will Tugger be a rockstar? Or will he be a rapper?

Will Demeter be a completely reduced character or will she actually be properly included? Are she and Munkustrap a couple?

Will the songs be portrayed in CATS style? I mean, that funky, eclectic, jazzy style or will it be re-arranged for more mainstream taste?

Why is Grizabella so... young?

Will there be a fancy intro using the ouverture music?

Will the Jellicle Ball be as it should be? (I mean, yeah, it wil be without the proper choreography, but what about its other aspects?)

Will Taylor Swift’s song actually fit the style of the musical or is it going to be entirely out of place?

Will there be conjuring turns?

Will there be a cute little cat-made railway?

Will we actually see the junkyard? And the full moon?

#cats #cats the musical #cats the movie #cats movie #cats 2019 #musical theatre

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wcrstarter · 3 years

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meta headcanons: Sonja and Materialism

Sonja was raised in a time where to show one’s wealth, it was custom for husbands and fathers adorned their wives and daughters in fine jewels, furs, silks, and fabrics. Given that vampires possess eternity to collect and hoard wealth if they should choose, means among vampires this practice was brought to a new level.The daughter of a vampire Elder who ruled as a sort of King over all the kingdoms, considered a high ranking Warlord over the Maygar Empire to which many local barons and lower ranked lords paid tithe to each month--Sonja had much of what was considered to be the finest in the lands to show just how wealthy and powerful her father was. As his sole child, she was heavily doted upon and wanted for nothing.

However she has never cared for the pomp and circumstance of the court and ‘higher’ society, her concern over the quality of an object lies solely in how strong and durable it might be. Will she have to replace it before the next season comes, or will it be easy to maintain it’s upkeep to have it remain in her possession for years to come? A a result, she tends to ignore fine silks and satins (their dyes fade overtime, especially after the 19th century) in favour of having linens, wools, leathers, and furs to clothe herself with.

Up until the modern era and the dawn of the twenty first century, she continued to wear obsidian plate armour in battle. Afterwards, she favoured thick woolen and leather armour, before turning to kevlar and similar textile fabrics to allow her to be protected in combat but be unburdened by the heavy weight of the black plate and silver chainmail she once wore. In modern times it’s easy enough to find a few fine silk dresses in her wardrobe for special occasions; with the rest being leather jackets, fine woolen sweaters, coats, and cardians, and soft stonewashed linen clothing of varying weights for the bulk of her wardrobe.

She has no place for gold in her personal belongings, due to how fast the metal fades and how soft and delicate it is--easily dented and scratched by daily wear. Nor does she have much gemstone jewelry in her jewlery box, she does not care if the gems are of the actual stone or merely paste--if they were gifted to her by someone she cared about then she will keep them with her wherever she goes, and upon the rare occasion when the need for it is called she will adorn herself with it.

Her most prized pieces of jewelry is the brass pendant (that truthfully is one of two keys) with a piece of polished malachite in its centre, something given to her by her father under the belief it belonged to her mother Illona; the other is a simple brass ring she keeps on a length of oiled leather, a ring forged by her beloved lucian to mark their union to one another. The brass necklace can be found around Sonja’s neck, whereas the brass ring can be found coiled and tied onto her wrist as a bracelet (often hidden beneath long sleeves to avoid attention towards it due to her private nature).

Sonja’s residence is never anything grand, usually she finds a spacious apartment that possesses a nice windowed view so she might freely look out at the moon and the stars without having to climb up onto the roof. Sometimes this means she resides in the penthouse suite that has roof access, other-times its the apartment with the largest balcony so she can go out to lean against the railing and stargaze.

The one constant in every single one of the places Sonja calls home for any large stretch of time, is that the bathroom always has a large soaker tub she can relax inside. Her one true vice is having a long hot bath, modern plumbing is a marvel to her for this used to be a rarer treat--a true display of wealth to be able to have the bath basin filled to the brim with steaming hot water to lounge comfortably in. She collects perfumed bath oils, dried flowers, and scented bath salts from across the globe in her travels and enjoys them at least once a week.

In addition, even though the modern convenience of electricity makes it so that she is not entirely dependant upon candle light to see; her home is usually outfitted with various sconces, lanterns, candelabras, and candle holders to provide the option to go by candle light if she chooses. Though to human eyes the candle light might seem far more dim to them as it does to her, given Sonja is capable of seeing perfectly in the dark.

Her choice of furniture might strike guests as rather spartan and minimalist, though the few pieces she have are usually of excellent quality and handmade from centuries past from master craftsmen that caught her eye--allowing her to forgo having to replace anything as the decades fly on by. But it does present a unique problem should she need to get something repaired, as finding a craftsman to do so means she runs the risk of a museum curator contacting her in the hopes of getting her to surrender the piece for their collection. Everything has a place and a purpose, but its not uncommon to find odd little trinkets scattered across her home.

Little gifts or items that were either gifted to her, or remind her of a loved one in her life or from her past. If you were to crack open the massive oaken chest that sits in the corner of the living room; you would find stacks upon stacks of well loved leather bound books, letters from friends and lovers alike, portraits and photographs and scrapbooks of memories of loved ones from Sonja’s life, including her original set of armour from her Deathdealer days and the silver sword Lucian forged for her. Anything gifted to her or that sparks a deep enough memory of someone she loves, is usually gifted and found a place within her home to keep with her and her journeys throughout eternity.

Despite the scarcity of furniture and the trinkets decorating the tables and shelves, Sonja’s home has a welcoming atmosphere and often is bathed with the soft light of candle flame and strongly scented of incense burning somewhere nearby. Fine cashmere blankets or soft fur pelts are thrown over the chairs and the sofa, making it more comfortable to sink into and relax in her space. Rugs will cover most of the flooring, but shoes are never permitted beyond the threshold of the door.

There is the occasional piece of macabre decor she will collect around October, to lightly poke at the fact the average person expect’s a vampire liar to be something terrifying to behold, even if her space is a sanctuary away from the world and the drama of the covens she has to deal with. Sonja’s home is where she retreats to get away from the world, somewhere she can freely be herself and not have to act human when she is not. The same rules apply to any guests of hers, there is never a need to hold up a front in her home or worry for someone watching through the windows. Even if they were to try to, she has had the windows tinted to block out UV rays and thick curtains she can draw shut to keep out peeping toms.

She might keep almost every gift she is given (some become lost to time or damaged in her travels and force her to let go of them), but its not often for her to gift something to anyone. The gifts she herself will give are few in number, but always with careful thought and consideration towards that friend or loved one’s needs and desires. Sonja has an abundance of time on her hands, and will use it to observe and collect the occasional gift to surprise others with. Some are done by complete impulse when out, she sees something that she knows they will like and she simply purchases it. When you’ve had as many centuries as she has, the price of an object is hardly an obstacle from the money you’ve had sitting in various banks or safes over the years.

A material possession is a rare gift, usually only being handed over during a holiday (either one of her own that she has always celebrated such as the harvest festival days or solstices, or that of the other party’s belief system), but gifts such as experiences or a favoured food or drink will be freely given whenever she has the chance to do so. It’s not uncommon to open Sonja’s fridge or pantry doors to find the favoured food, snacks, or drinks of those she holds dear to her heart even if she is incapable of consuming any of it herself.

#--&;I'm not a hero or a martyr;think I'm the villain of the story(headcanons)#rpcdev #she doesn't really participate in materialism outside of spoiling her loved ones #having artists you enjoy/craftsmen you like be mortal is a pain in her ass because if they die and she hasn't found a suitable replacement #she will be grouchy as hell about having to get something else made by someone else that she might not trust the same #but its a big part of why she keeps such few custom pieces and looks after them extremely well #museums would kill to get her to surrender half her furniture as they're probably half as old as her #modern furniture would absolutely enrage her #she'd always be concerned about breaking it and probably would just offer to get you something more sturdy made up #she absolutely has a mini library full of books shes collected over the years some are first editions others are secondhand ones shes found #in thriftshops #brand names mean absolutely nothing to her unless its one she knows a friend/lover/loved one likes #if you ask her for something specific she will get it for you. sometimes she might judge it a little but she will get it for you #long post for ts

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oh-beyond · 7 years

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The Postman AU - Part 4

Your parents tried to have children for years… They were desperate to conceive a child, almost gave up on the idea, until finally your mother got pregnant with you. Fragile child, born underweight and prematurely. You were the light of their eyes. Now you were a teenager and still treated you as if you were going to get broken. Homeschooled and trapped in your house. You didn’t need anything from the outside world.

Nothing. Until you saw the postman one day.

Angst/Fluff/Smut

Lay x reader

Masterlist

< Part 3 - Part 5 >

Summary: Yixing learns that even though everything looks bright, he still can’t have everything.

“YOU DID WHAT!?”

“As you heard it Marie, and he is coming for dinner to officially ask for ___’s hand in marriage”

“Changwook oppa!”

“I will not hear anything negative about this, Zhang Yixing is going to be your son-in-law, whether you like it or not Marie”

*****

“You got her pregnant!”

“What? Shut up Baekhyun”

“Then give me an explanation to this”

“It seems odd alright Yixing my friend, Moon Changwook? Asking you to marry his daughter? And pay your tuition? What in return?” asked Junmyeon rubbing his chin narrowing his eyes.

“My tuition in return of marrying his daughter. That way I can send money to my mother without having to work. He said he will help me with that too”

“Then she must be ugly” teased Baekhyun.

“No she isn’t!”

“What’s the catch, I agree with Junmyeon-ah here” added Yifan that was having none of this.

“She is sick, he needs me to take care of her forever” he replied naively.

“See? Now it’s starting to make a little bit of sense Yixing didi” said Luhan patting his friend’s back.

“No, no, I think I might of worded that wrongly”

“No hyung, you actually didn’t. The man is cunning, he isn’t giving you anything for free here. You are marrying his sick daughter that can’t be a wife fully”

“Baekhyun-ah!” spatted all at the same time.

“But it’s true! Why would you take a sick girl and make her your wife? You haven’t even had a girl before and this man wants you to marry his defective daughter”

“I can’t believe I am hearing this” said Yixing getting on his bike “and I certainly don’t want to”

“Wait Yixing” called Junmyeon "ignore Baekhyun you know how he is. I’ll come with you to the dinner, but firstly let’s dress you to Moon Changwook’s standards, you are no less than him. In the contrary you will be better than him in every sense”

A week later...

“Dress nicely ___, we have an important visit today”

“Appa please, I don’t want to be in another boring party with your partners, I will read a book instead”

“Why are you said baby?”

“Nothing, It will go away”

“You liked going to the lake ___?”

“I did, and I miss Zhang Yixing, was he fired? Did mom do something or asked you to-”

“Get dressed, wear that pink dress I got you from Nagoya last time”

“Sure appa”

Your mom helped you get ready, she was acting very strangely, you watched her reflexion in the mirror, she looked melancholic as she brushed your hair.

You didn’t dare asking her, but she definitely didn’t look happy at all, even though she was wearing one of her best dresses looking stunning herself. You assumed that she might not be in the mood to meet with other the partner’s wives today. She was antisocial anyhow and she disliked having a lot of people in the house.

“Samo-nim, they have arrived” announced Ada.

Your mom just nodded fixing your earrings “we will be right there”

“Mom? Mom are you crying?”

“I’m alright, just- let’s go”

“Mom? What’s wrong?

“Come on they are waiting for you”

“For me?” you exclaimed walking behind her “who? Who Mom!? Mom!”

And there he stood, Zhang Yixing, looking painfully gorgeous. Your heart racing uncontrollably when you noticed how well groomed he was and how natural he looked in your house, standing in the front hallway, your father greeting him and another young man next to him.

Yixing looked up meeting your shellshocked gaze. You had to hold onto the handrail because it felt dizzy suddenly. He was just as shy as you were, but at the same time he looked confident and too handsome for your poor health to handle.

“Come on ___, get down already and greet the guests”

You went down, slowly, never breaking eye contact with Yixing, he was blushing and kept rubbing the back of his neck, noticing his handsome friend patting on his back.

Finally you walked towards them hooking your arm with your dad’s.

“I know you are surprised honey, but this dinner is for you. Please greet the guests”

“Hello, I am Kim Junmyeon” you extended your hand and he shook it shaking it enthusiastically.

“Hi ___, how have you been?” said Yixing taking your hand placing a light kiss on it.

You flinched at the contact, immediately looking at your dad and searching for your mother who wasn’t even there anymore.

Your father smiled before guiding Junmyeon to the living room leaving you with Yixing alone.

“What are you doing here?” you whisper-shouted “what is happening? Why haven’t you delivered the mail all this time? What are you wearing?”

“Shhh, come on let’s not keep them waiting” he said placing his hand on the small of your back making you shiver “you look so pretty ___, so much that I want to kiss you, like the other day”

“Yix-”

“Guys are you coming?” asked your dad.

“Yes, yes sajang-nim”

The dinner was placid enough, most of the time was your dad getting really interested in Junmyeon’s family business, your mother took an obvious interest too. And that was all good because it left you with loads of opportunity to look at your angel. He was adorable as he chew on his steak, he was confused to see the amount of cutlery not knowing which fork to use, the cherry on the top was when he poured water in the wine glass, he was so cute. Bless his soul, you were starting to have the urge to feel his chest next to your ear, to hear his heartbeats, to make sure that all this was real and not a dream.

“Desserts are to be served in the garden please Ada”

“Yes sajang-nim”

“It’s too cold outside, ___ can’t come out” stated your mom.

“She can Marie, please Ada get something warm for ___”

When Ada came back with a quilt, Yixing took it from her hands wrapping you with it. They all went quiet watching the scene, you felt exposed because your cheeks heated up clearly giving away how affected you were at his proximity.

You sat in the garden swing, Yixing was hesitant for a moment before sitting next to you.

You ate desserts in complete silence, your mother had her eyes fixated on Yixing and you noticed how hard it was for him to even swallow.

Random conversations that took at least an hour before your father started asking Yixing questions about China and his studies.

“So I think Yixing has something to say? Right son?”

“Ah yes, yes” he looked at Junmyeon for support, he smiled and nodded.

“Yeah tell us our dear beloved postman what you have to tell us”

Your dad elbowed your mom for her to stop, Yixing cleared his throat resting his arms on his thighs entwining his fingers together.

“I- well I would really hope… I mean-”

“Yes son?”

“I-“

“Come on Yixing-ah” said Junmyeon with a bright smile.

It made you nervous, could it be?

“I would like to maybe ask ___’s hand in marriage? Please?”

Your mother scoffed looking the other side, you knew she was most probably cursing under her breath, her face factions turning into menacing. But that didn’t matter when you saw your father’s reaction, he smiled and relaxed his back in the chair.

“I will- I will finish my studies, and I will be a doctor, and I will make you proud of me. I promise sajang-nim”

“___ is 17” stated your mom.

“Well, I mean if ___ is alright with the proposition, they could get engaged now and maybe get married after Yixing finishes”

“But appa! That is too far away”

“What do you say Yixing?”

“I think we could get married, she won’t distract me. I can do it”

Your father got up and so did Yixing, he hugged him and tapped his back “just take it easy boy, we will discuss the details later. Congratulations!”

You stood up not believing what was happening.

“So you agree ___? Will you be happy to marry Dr. Zhang Yixing?”

“Appa! Yes?”

“Yes honey, I am happy for you” he hugged you lifting you off the ground spinning you around.

Your mother couldn’t take the sight, she stood up getting inside the house ignoring everything. It pained Yixing but he didn’t want to ruin the happy moment.

Junmyeon tapped on Yixing’s back “this suits you my friend, congratulations, your bride-to-be looks like she really likes you” he whispered in his ear.

Yixing giggled now looking at his friend who was now congratulating your father. It was now time to face you, look into your eyes, his fiancée’s eyes.

His bride.

“Is this happening? ___? You will be my wife?”

“Guys, I think you should get inside, it is kind of chilly” suggested your father winking.

“And I will take my leave, I have work tomorrow morning” announced Junmyeon.

“Don’t worry we will drive Yixing back home, thanks for coming”

Your dad guided Junmyeon to the door while you took Yixing’s hand to get inside. He let himself get dragged by you thinking that this couldn’t just be real. He was there, walking in your house, with the knowledge of your parents. You, his fiancée.

His.

You finally stopped turning around to face him. He didn’t even notice where you had taken him lost in the thought that he was going to be able to tell you how happy he was without feeling any guilt.

“This is my favourite part of the house”

“Mine too”

“Silly Yixing, it’s the first time you’ve been here” you said slapping his chest lightly.

“It is because you are in it” he confidently said bringing you closer to him from the small of your back.

“Oppa” you struggled to verbalise.

He tugged a strand of hair behind your ear, his gaze intense and mighty enough to melt metal. He blinked slowly caressing both cheeks, scanning your face in detail. It was intense. Everything about today was intense, you wanted to ask a million things, but you also wanted to stay like this. In silence. Looking at each other..

“You will be my bride ___. Mine, for me. You will be mine” the gruff in his voice and low tone… the amount of times he said ‘mine’

You trembled, you blushed, but nothing like when you felt his fingers travelled to your jawline.

“Oppa”

“You are so delicate, so beautiful, so unique and pretty” you felt his nose nudging your neck as he spoke those words “I will be the best husband, you wait and see, you will be proud of me. I’ll take care of you and love you forever. This I promise you”

“Alright, you are speaking ahead of yourself Yixing my dear”

Both of you flinched at the poisonous voice of your mother speaking way too close.

“Mom!”

“Samo-nim!”

Both of you spatting at the same time.

“Follow me, and you ___, to your room. We will have a word tomorrow about this”

“But mom!”

“NOW!”

You huffed in discontent and did as she ordered. Leaving Yixing to face his fate. Your mom was already upset about all this. The scene she witnessed wasn’t helping the cause.

He followed her in silence till they arrived at the impressive kitchen.

“Stay here”

He didn’t dare to argue, he just stood watching her bring a bottle of wine and 2 glasses.

“This is a wine glass, same one you used to drink water. Not blaming you of course, how would an ignorant hungry beggar like you ever know something like this?”

She poured a glass extending her hand “here”

“No samo-nim, I don’t drink”

Your mom scoffed turning her face before she bursted into jerks of sarcastic laughter.

“Yeah I guess you can’t afford it. Hasn’t your decent handsome friend ever invited you to drinks?”

“I don’t drink” he repeated.

“Take it! You will need it for this conversation. Don’t keep my hand extended for too long beggar”

Yixing exhaled trying to keep composure, when he went to take the glass she let it fall to the floor. The glass naturally shattered into pieces the dark red substance creating a mess.

After gasping and acknowledge what just happened he lifted his head to meet with the sinister and satisfied grin your mother wore.

“Clean it!”

“Excuse me?”

“Clean the mess you made!”

“I didn’t do anything”

“Yes you did, are you arguing with me beggar? You irked me, therefore you did. Now clean and clean my feet” she added giving him a cloth.

Yixing crouched in the floor as she lifted her foot to his face level “like this you look much better, exactly where you belong”

“Samo-nim-”

“You filthy rat! Opportunist… you might of have fooled my kindhearted husband and my naive daughter, but not me”

“I didn-”

“You will get your tuition paid to be a respectful doctor and on top of that my precious daughter. What do we get in return?”

“I will protect her, and love he-”

“She doesn’t fucking need protection from a rat like you” her voice full of disgust “and don’t you dare touch her ever again, you filthy postman. Disappear and don’t dream big. Now clean all this before you leave”

He thought about it. He was dreaming big, the tuition, his mother never needing anything ever again plus a bride. The bride of his dreams really. Pure, elegant, beautiful, loving, cute and naive for him to shape and mould as he pleases.

And sick.

Weak.

While he was healthy and any girl would love to have him.

Why was he thinking of the situation with different eyes right now? Perhaps was the way Marie talked to him? He was trying to find the proof that he wasn’t an opportunist but in the contrary he was going to carry burden.

“Yixing? Son I was looking all over for you? What are you doing?”

“Ah sajang-nim, I just dropped it and...”

“Nonsense, Dr. Zhang Yixing himself?”

“Sajang-nim” he spoke trying not to seem affected “thank you”

“Call me abeoji from now on. What’s wrong son?”

“I don’t think I can do this? I feel like I am taking advantage of ___”

“Yixing listen, don’t say that, ignore Marie, she is just stubborn, look how happy you are making ___, she’s never been this happy, you will bring her the joy that I can’t or her mother can’t bring her. I really mean it”

“Can I just tell her goodbye?”

“I’ll give you 10 minutes, she’s in her room” your father tapped Yixing’s shoulder.

“But-”

“Marie... I will distract her, now go” he motioned with his hand for him to go.

“___, can I come in? ___!” whispered Yixing.

“Oppa?” you opened the door surprised.

Yixing covered your mouth with his hand making you walk backwards as he looked behind him making sure no one heard. His neck was stretched right in front of your eyes... his neck... his neck veins...

Zhang Yixing was just perfect, you were afraid to unwrap him to reveal more greatness, he was out of this world, more beautiful than any model from your magazines.

He closed the door pushing it lightly with his foot as one hand was still covering your mouth, the other over your hip.

“That was so loud ___” he whispered.

He was warm, you didn’t want him to let go of you, if anything maybe get closer.

“What? Why are you looking at me like th-aaat oh... what are you wearing? Not wearing? I’m sorry, I’ll better leave” he stuttered removing his hands in panic placing them behind his back looking away when he realised you were basically only wearing a pyjama top, and didn’t have the time to wear the lower part to it.

“Wait, you just came”

“But you...”

“I’ll get dressed, don’t go”

You walked to towards your en-suite bathroom to get the other piece of clothing missing, he looked at his feet bitting on the inside of his cheek, scolding himself for even thinking of looking at you as you walked away.

But his demos won the battle. He darted his gaze and took in your body from behind as you walked. You were very petite, but surprisingly where he was looking you were just perfect, rounder than expected.

You came back dressed smiling brightly.

“Oppa!”

“I really need to get going, I just came to ask you a question. Are you really happy? You won’t regret marrying me?”

“Should I ask that question instead? Look at me, I’m nothing, I’d probably get weak if you hug me too tightly or if you kiss me or if we...”

“If we what?”

“I...”

“You are so cute, I love you ___, I really do” he caressed your hair coming closer “I will take care of you”

“You won’t hate me for being weak? What if I can’t do those things?”

“You will, we will... listen, I need to go, but leave the back door open. I’ll come back”

With that he disappeared.

****

It was warm, your bare thighs feeling his legs entwining with yours, a sudden tug at your waist as his arm wrapped securely around your waist, his nose at the back of your neck hearing his pants clearly in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“___, wake up”

You hummed, but you couldn’t wake up, you were tired, your body exhausted from all the excitement of the day before.

“Oppa”

“At your service my bride” his voice sounding husky, making all your hairs stand.

He pressed his chest to your back fully, feeling more of him. All of him. He was strong and healthy... and you couldn’t even open your eyes.

“Please? Or maybe you need to be awoken like sleeping beauty? Is that it?” he asked detaching himself, letting your back flat on your mattress.

You smiled, your eyes still closed, waiting for his lips to mould over yours.

“I am not going to until you ask me to”

“But I’m not pretty now” you whined slowly opening your eyes.

He was way closer that what you thought he would be. You felt his fingertips tracing your lips, you found yourself wanting to touch his hair that fell over his forehead.

“You are always pretty, I was watching you sleep for a good while. I can’t believe you are going to be mine” he continued now his fingers getting bolder travelling to your exposed skin at your collarbones.

He exhaled loudly, you noticed his Adams apple bobble nervously so you closed your eyes at the sight. Your body felt warm and you liked the overwhelming sensation.

You felt his nose nudging yours as if asking you permission for his next move that was imminent, resting his hand bellow your ear. He lowered himself further his lips finally landing over yours, this time harder than the last time he kissed you. He pressed them and you heard his loud exhales that fanned over your face. You were trembling again, but so was he. You felt it when your hand fisted his shirt.

“___, what have you done to me?”

“Oppa, I can’t breath”

“Neither can I” he said before claiming your lips again.

He angled perfectly to make you part your own, and when you did he lost control. He kissed you sloppily, almost as naive and innocent as you.

Inexperienced.

He lost himself and his tight grip made you dizzy, excited but anxious at the same time.

He moved to your chin peppering open mouth kisses travelling to your jaw and collarbones.

“Oppa~~~” your voice no longer audible even to you.

“Yes baobei, yes, yes”

His kisses harder, felt like he would bruise your skin. It was a sweat pain that you wished you could exchange, but your limbs felt numb, as if you had left your body and could no longer even fist his shirt.

“I can’t, I can’t breathe” you whispered.

“You are so soft, you smell so good, my baobei. Wo ai ni, wo ai ni baobei, xie xie baobei, wo ai ni”

He started blabbering in Chinese, and as much as it turned you on, you were really struggling to breathe.

“Oppa, move!”

Yixing felt as if a ton of bricks just fell over his head. He detached his lips from your neck in alarm, you were panting heavily, you still looked delicious and it make him feel bad that he wanted to continue.

“___! What’s wrong?”

“I can’t breathe, I am sorry oppa, I want to, but I can’t”

His excitement died when he realised how selfish he was being, he knew you were weak, but his greed...

Even tho it was going to be really hard.

He decided not to touch you ever again...

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A/N: Thanks for reading, feedback always welcomed. ^_^

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