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normal-thoughts-official · 4 years

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Headcannon - For father's day, Raphael always gets Magnus some sort of small present and a card. The first time he did Magnus nearly cried.

Magnus when father's day rolls around:

doiajsaiuhadiusad really tho i mean we know that magnus has Many Downworlder Children but Raph is like. That’s His Son. like they lived together (all my hcs are the truth) and shit so he actually comes to like celebrate it with Magnus and it’s. sweet. especially since he doesn’t really get to celebrate most of family holidays (like Mother’s Day and such) and neither does Magnus

the first time was sweet because Raphael was kind of impulsively like “so can I come to yours on Father’s Day?” and then he’s super nervous like shit what the fuck??? does Magnus even think of him this way? is this weird? it’s definitely weird. oh fuck. does he even celebrate Father’s Day? i mean it was probably not a thing by the time he was born. fuck. fuck. *spirals into oblivion*

and Magnus looks up to him with a clear lump in his throat and those very hopeful but still somehow scared eyes of his and says “you... you want to?” and Raphael is like. “i mean of course. unless you think that’s weird or-” and Magnus is like “no. I’d. Love for you to come by on Father’s Day.” so Raphael does

and it’s weirdly emotional for the both of them in the sweetest way. raphael makes magnus a meal (he can’t eat by that time yet, so it’s bittersweet, but he still puts his all into it because Magnus deserves it, I’m thinking soto ayam again because idk it sounds like something Magnus would love and Raphael would want to honor his heritage too. and Magnus is thinking the same so he has Raphael’s favorite songs playing and it’s so sweet okay) and he also brings him a gift (for some reason i’m thinking that Raphael is the one who got him his M/B rings, because he’s like. I know that you when you picked this name you saw yourself in a terrible light and i want you to know that i love who you are and you should be proud of yourself. also they’re big and i know you love metal textures and heavy jewelry so i thought you’d like wearing them - cuz u know, sensorial stuff. and then raphael also gives him something of the santiagos that he has somehow, so magnus will remember that he’ll always be raphael’s family, and magnus hugs him and cries like, so much. they both do, really)

and magnus also gets him something and raphael is outraged like. “it’s father’s day, not kid’s day” and magnus is like “it’s family day” and he gives him a nice vest that’s enchanted so raphael is always warm because he knows raphael hates the cold and the dumort isn’t exactly cozy. and raphael tears up

(later he’s kind of like. i can’t believe you outdid my gift on your own day. and magnus is like, holding the rings, rolling them in his hands softly, and says “i don’t know what you’re talking about” because it really does mean so much to him, and raphael smiles and holds his hand and daisdaidhsaiudua)

anyway from them on it becomes a thing that on father’s day raphael will always come by and make magnus food, and they probably cuddle all afternoon because they both are touch starved bastards with hyposensitivity to pressure, and they talk and listen to music or watch something shitty they can both roast to death and it’s fun and sweet

a few decades later, however, once raphael is back from magnus’ he opens the dumort door (which is not cold anymore, it’s warm, because ever since he became clan leader he made the place cozy and comfortable and welcoming, and it feels so much like home) and his clan greets him with a “surprise!” and they have this huge meal (because at this point madzie has already made raphael the potion that allows vampires to eat, so they can all eat) and raphael is struck speechless and they’re like “what? after everything you’ve done for us, you think we wouldn’t honor you on father’s day?” and someone jokes that they should do it on mother’s day because raphael is such a mama hen and is always on their ass. and it’s not really that raphael is a father figure per se but he’s the foundation on which the clan family was built. he worked hard to make the dumort a nice, welcoming place, and to make sure all the vampires felt listened to and at home, and that everyone got along as much as possible. not to mention he’s always kept them safe and cared for them, and they want to do something to represent that. and raphael is super emotional. he doesn’t want them to see but they all see right through him

and from then on father’s day becomes more and more convoluted, what with all of the people they’ve kept under their wings and alec being in the picture and madzie wanting to come see her uncles and “big bro” after she and cat have a nice family celebration together. and it’s so lively and real and their hearts are so full. but at the end of the day it’s still the both of them in the sofa, cuddling together with a weighted blanket over them and talking shit about some terrible show, and it’s. really, really great

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zuluc · 3 years

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summary: the names you call him depend on the situation and he finds it endearing and meaningful when he hears each one

pairing: childe x gn!reader

style & genre: written; angst & fluff

warnings: mildly explicit content (it’s like 1% explicit) at the end

notes: he, xiao, and diluc are my comfort characters and i really wanted to write this once the idea stuck in my head. i noticed that childe/tartar/chillday/ajax goes by a few names that idea made this fic. these scenes are little snippets of life with childe so they happen over the span of many months, years, etc., you choose

this is self-indulgent i need comfort during this time 😀 but i went a little overboard with the last part, oh well get hit with feelings

The playfulness of his name...

"Childe!” You yelp when you feel cold fingers graze your sides and plant themselves firmly. He doesn’t make a move to remove them so you’re left squirming from the sensation. You can hear his soft chuckles in your ear, ones that were only heard in the earliest of mornings when he first wakes up.

“Sorry, but I’ve waited so long to do this...” he mutters and kisses your neck before pulling his hands away, “What are you making?” He hooks his chin over your shoulder and stares down at the ingredients you’ve chopped up.

“Breakfast. We have a job today, remember?” Even if he is pretty punctual on most occassions and can watch out for himself on the battlefield, Childe forgets most things when they should happen and doesn’t realize just how much he works his body. In this case, he thought the mission was another day and was fully prepared to spend the whole day in bed with you.

“Isn’t it tomorrow?” He lifts his head and checks the small notebook left on the dining room table. “Ah, man. Sweetheart, when are we going to get a day for ourselves?” He whines out loud with you laughing at the actions of the manchild. He returns to wrap his arms around you and bury himself in the collar of your shirt, that was essentially his.

“Soon, Childe. Soon.”

Drowns out of the worries and sorrowness attached to this...

Your heartbeat echoes in your ears through the silence as you stare him down. Sure you knew that he had questionable missions and affiliations, but like this? They lay injured at his feet and while they were the enemy, to you and him both, there was that look in his eyes that screamed something vastly different to the ones shown to you.

He doesn’t notice your presence right away, dispelling his dual swords and causing the droplets of blood mixed with them to disappear as well. But when he lifts his head, the same eyes shown unto the enemy were present.

And you stay frozen.

Walking into this scene was something you never wanted to do which was particularly difficult seeing as you both had gone on numerous missions together. Was it different this time around? Were these people even more sinister than the ones you’ve had to deal with?

His heavy steps take you out of your thoughts and you see that he is coming closer and closer to you. You aren’t afraid, you tell yourself, but he completely passes by you. Something urges you to open your mouth to call out to him. The reason why, you didn’t know.

He summons his swords and you can see their residue fly over your head and to your sides, red mixing with blue. His name slips by your lips and you call your weapon to join him.

“Tartaglia.”

But most of all he trusted you to say this one to his face.

He isn’t unaware of the looks you give him when he fights. And he isn’t aware of how that not only affects how you act around him, but the way you see him. After days like that you tend to be the slightest bit apprehensive and give him his space just in case he needed to cool down.

As mentioned, it isn’t like you are afraid of him. Rather, you’re worried.

You’re worried that he’s carrying too much on his shoulders with responsibiliites related to his work and personal life. You feel that anything that might send the balance off could crack his usual persona and show a side that you’ve never seen him show you before.

You aren’t afraid, right?

You’re drying the plates when he arrives into the small kitchen the two of you share. You already freshened up and wanted to finish off last minute chores before heading off to bed. He on the other hand had taken a bath and wanted to see you.

You can hear the faintness in his steps as he presses his chest to your back, wet tips of his hair dangling in your peripherals. You don’t tense, you never do with him, and he takes the opportunity to relax. It’s quiet for a few moments, then he decides to speak.

“Do you love me?” Those four words make you stop completely but you don’t take more than two seconds to turn around and embrace him. His arms come around you gently as if he were scared to break you.

You don’t know exactly what he’s thinking but you are aware that it has something to do with those specific instances. When you lift his head up from your neck, his blue irises are glassy but as bright as ever. There isn’t a word said between you both but the actions, the touches, and gazes are there.

This man was who you fell in love with.

He laid himself out to you after gaining your trust and now he worries that it could all be taken away. Fighting was a part of him that he was afraid you wouldn’t accept and the misunderstanding of your actions was more proof of that.

His fighting wasn’t for nothing, you knew that. It was for protecting the ones he cared about.

A twinge of guilt surfaces in your chest and you tell him everything. He listens and listens and listens.

You tell him of your worries, of the reasons of your wariness, and you apologize for the way you’ve made him feel. He may be strong and charismatic, but he is a human being who cherishes you so close to his heart. He wants to tell you that you don’t need to but you tell him it is all necessary.

Because you love him.

The words bring him happiness and assurance but he’s ever the impatient one, too. He asks for permission and you grant it to him.

The following motions are unclear to you until you feel yourself meet with the softness of the bed. His body lays on top of yours but he holds himself up as to not crush you under him. He’s made jokes of that before but now this is a moment when holding you like this is never close enough.

He barely lets you breathe, though when allowing time for air, his lips never leave your body. Like he can’t get enough of you. If he were to ever lift his hands he feels like you could just disappear. The path his fingers take leaves you to shiver in their midst as he takes care of you so carefully.

But you touch him as well. Showing him that you want to take care of him as much as he does you. The span of his skin is both smooth and rough and he sighs in your ear when you softly graze over the scars on his back. His grip on you is tight but never enough to hurt as he slowly brings you both to your highs. You gasp his name in his ear and he closes his eyes at the sound.

It isn’t the one you casually call him and it isn’t the one that challenges his doubts.

It’s the one that’s left him vulnerable to your every ask and whim. One that never fails to grow his love for you every single time he hears it.

“Ajax.”

When your mind clears up he’s already staring at you. The haziness of uncertainties slowly dissipating as you reach your hand out to lace it through his own.

He squeezes it back just as tightly.

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despairingly-hopeful-imagines · 3 years

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Hey hey, Valentines day is on. And on this lonely day, may I request Shuichi, Nagito and/or Miu with an S/O who proposes to them? It sounds very romantic to me:)

Ahhh yess!! I'd love to do this! (Especially since I simp for all 3) You don't have to be alone anon! I'll gladly be your valentine if you'd allow me!! Slight warning for Miu’s part at the end is that a suggestive comment is made! Hope you enjoy and Happy Valentines Day!

-Mod Kiibo

Since he's introverted you went with a private but meaningful proposal

Shuichi

We don't want to give him anxiety on such a big day after all

The day of the proposal you got up earlier than normal to set your plan into action

With the help of Maki and Kaito, you set up hints around the town which would lead to your proposal spot, an area in the forest where you two had your first date <3

Hearing the sound of footsteps walking your way your nerves increased, taking a deep breath you smiled and looked at the direction of the sound only to find your slightly confused boyfriend. "Shuichi! Over here!" You called out and made your way over to him, adoring the way his face lit up as soon as he heard your voice.

"Ah! S/O! So you were the one who planned all of this" He sighed in relief and hugged you, noting how your heartbeat was faster than normal. "You seem nervous"

You let out a slight giggle, nothing gets past him huh? "Yeah, I actually have to talk to you about something" You saw him visibly tense up and finished off with "its nothing bad though!"

Seeing him relax a bit more and giving you his full attention, you gained more confidence "Over these past few years of us dating its been amazing, we've been there for each other through good and bad and you've never given up on me. I feel like I'm on cloud nine whenever I'm with you. You're everything that I want in a partner and more, I can't imagine my life being without you." You smiled up at him and pulled out the ring, getting on one knee. "Now I just have one question Mr. Detective, will you marry me?"

The yes that followed after was worth everything you could've asked for.

Nagito

Nagito would definitely cry as soon as your propose to him ngl

Wanting it to be simple yet sweet you did the traditional restaurant proposal

That way everyone around you can know how much you actually love him

Getting up in the morning you made him breakfast in bed to start off his day right

Afterwards you two spent the day inside the house just cuddling and watching movies

As soon as night came you and Nagito got dressed up and went to the restaurant where you would propose to him <3

"S/O, trash like me really doesn't deserve any of this"

You shook your head at him and grabbed both of his hands softly, giving him a soft smile "You don't see it yourself Nagito but you deserve the world. Your far from being trash my love". Nagito flushed a bit at the pet name and only gave his carefree smile in response along with a slight squeeze of you hand.

"I will never see what you see my hope, but I trust that your words are full of love." He smiled at the last part and flushed even more once he saw the look you were giving him. "That's just it Nagito, I love you more than you can imagine. I love how passionate you are, how you can always think of your way around any situation, how even with the bad you still fight on no matter what." You saw his face heat up more at your words and you took a deep breath squeezing his hand.

"Nagito, ever since you've came into my life I've had nothing but hope by my side, that amplified when we started dating too. You're the reason why I wake up in the morning and the reason why I can smile knowing I have such an amazing partner. You've been nothing but hope and love to me and I can't thank you more for all of the years we've shared together. I love you more than anything in the world and I can't imagine spending my life with anyone else." You bent over and wiped away his already falling tears then reached into your pocket to grab the ring. "Nagito Komaeda, will you marry me?"

Nodding his head yes while crying you slipped the ring onto his finger while everyone around you cheered.

That is until Nagito’s luck kicked in and the waiter accidentally spilled water onto him.

Miu would be too shy to be the one to propose, so you would have to do it inevitably

Miu

There's nothing wrong with that though! It just allows you to make it perfect for the both of you

You decided to go on a date to the movies first and propose in a park that you two often went through

You made her feel special all throughout the first half of the day by spoiling her and making sure she felt loved before taking her to the movies.

From there is where operation propose to Miu began

"That movie was great!! I really liked it!" Miu exclaimed trying to hold herself from saying anything inappropriate since children were around.

You just chuckled and held her hand smiling at how she flushed almost immediately "I'm glad you liked it honey, are you having a good valentines day so far?" She instantly beamed and looked at you "Of course I am! And I'm sure you are too since you have the gorgeous Miu Iruma as your date!!"

You laughed and started walking with her to the park "That I do, I'm also very lucky to have such a genius inventor as my date" you teased as she got even more flustered. "H-hey, I may be amazing but your pretty good too, after all I do like you back.." she mumbled embarrassingly still learning how to properly express her feelings all the way.

"Thank you love" you smiled and lead her to a pond in the park where the night sky reflected off of it. "Tonight has been pretty nice dont you think?" You looked over to her, smiling when you saw how she was in awe with her surroundings.

"Y-yeah" Miu stuttered out an agreement and shyly looked at you, how could you have ever gotten such a cute girlfriend.

"You know, this night wouldn't have been amazing without you." You squeezed her hand and continued on with your speech. "Like every other day that your in it, its amazing. You always make me smile and feel loved. You're insanely cute about your passions, especially when your eyes light up in excitement over them. I love how you get flustered so easily and let your walls come down around me. I'm glad that you've let me into your life and let me be your partner. I couldn't have asked for a more amazing girlfriend myself. I love everything about you and have been so grateful about the days we've spent together so far." You looked over to see her face as red as a cherry and chuckled.

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you, giving you all of the love I can possibly give" You smiled and grabbed both of her hands getting down on one knee. Pulling out the ring and presenting it to her you asked the fated question. "Miu Iruma, will you marry me?"

She quickly said yes and rushed you to put the ring onto her. The moment was absolutely perfect.

"You know whats another thing I can do with these fingers right?" Miu smirked as you just rolled your eyes. Well its a good thing her personality is what you fell in love with.

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bellisperennis0 · 3 years

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White Violet

Word Count: 1,934

Warnings: A couple ‘F’ Bombs??

A/N: Stumbled across the above prompt and couldn’t get it out of my head, so I decided to throw together a little something. Not the best, but appreciate you taking the time to read. GIF credit @mayans-mc Enjoy! ❤️

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You had just opened your Flower Shop for the day, when you heard the bell above the door ring, indicating someone had entered your shop.

“Feel free to look around, I’ll be right out.” You yell at the customer from the back room. Walking into the main room of the shop you were taken back to see a tall man in a Mayan MC kutte standing in the middle of your shop.

“I’m Y/N. Welcome to my Flower shop.” You say as you approach him.

When he hears you approaching he turns to your direction, giving you a contagious smile. You couldn’t help but notice the way his lips lifted upward, the way his dimples crinkled, and the warm glow his smile gave, almost like a ray of sunshine.

“Ezekiel. EZ.” He says still smiling. You couldn’t help but smile back.

“How can I help you, Ezekiel?” you ask as you make your way back to the counter, him not too far behind you.

“This might be a crazy request, but how do you passive-aggressively say ‘Fuck You’ in flowers?” You couldn’t help but chuckle, more at how nervous he seemed at asking rather than at his request. Although you have never personally made one of these bouquets, you have heard of the so-called ‘Fuck You” flowers.

“Such the gentleman. Probably one of the nicest ways to say it.” You teased him as you reach under the counter for a basket. Clenching the sides of his kutte he just gives you a shrug.

“Well, EZ. Let’s get your flowers.” You tell him, handing him the basket, as you begin moving around your shop as he shadowed you around.

“Alright, soo first off a couple of Horseshoe Geraniums - Symbolic of stupidity or idiocy.” You say with a shrug. EZ chuckled a little bit but nodded in understanding.

“Foxglove for insecurity.” you followed, grabbing a couple flowers. This time, he let out quite the laugh, you couldn’t help but smile. “Sounds about right.” He tells you.

“So, next we have Meadowsweet for uselessness. I think these Yellow Carnations are really going to bring it all together, though.” EZ raised an eyebrow.

“And their meaning?” he asked. Your eyes sparkled with mischief.

“Disappointment - Sometimes rejection or disdain.” EZ snorted making you laugh.

“Absolutely right with that one.” He tells you thoughtfully.

“Anyways, last but certainly not least, Orange Lilies - Hatred or dislike.” You say, as you set the last of the flowers in the basket he was carrying and headed back to the counter. EZ sat the basket on the counter and took a seat on the stool as he watched you make your way to the other side.

“You know, if I hadn’t just heard all those meaning of each flower, I would have thought that this was quite the meaningful bouquet,” He said, resting his elbows on the counter. You just giggled.

“Striking and full of loathing” You said cheerfully, reaching under the counter for an appropriately sized vase, proceeding to arrange the flowers nicely.

“Thank you for all your help y/n.” EZ said sincerely. You just brushed it off.

“It’s no problem! It’s not every day that I get to make an arrangement that means anything else besides Happy Birthday, I love you, or I’m sorry. So the pleasure is all mine.” You give him a smile, making him smile in return.

As he handed you the money to pay, your hands brushed against each other momentarily. You felt something similar to an electric shock run up your arm. If Ezekiel felt it as well, he didn’t let on.

“Keep the change. A thank you for your help.” He says with a wink, getting up from his seat.

Flashing him a smile you handed him his bouquet. “Thank you! I hope whoever these are for, enjoys them.” You tell him as you both chuckled. “I’m sure they will. Thank you again y/n.” He says with another small smile and a wink. You simply nodded as you watched him turn and walk out of your shop.

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Entering Carniceria Reyes in search of something to cook for dinner, you were slightly taken back by the young man behind the counter. You had heard from almost everyone around town how Carniceria Reyes was the best Butcher shop in town, but were told it was ran and owned by an older man named Felipe. This man didn’t really look like a Felipe nor was he anywhere near old. He flashed you a smile as you approached the counter, you smiled in return. “Just one second, my Pop should be out real soon to help you.” He tells you. “Thank you.” You respond back.

“You’re new around here.” You hear him say as you were looking through the display counter. “I am. Moved here about a month ago. I own the flower shop just a few doors down.” You tell him. “Old Senora’s Gonzalez’ flower shop?” he asked you. “Yes! She was my Grandmother. She left me the shop and her home, hence why I am new in town. Y/N.” You introduce yourself, outstretching your hand. “Angel.” he tells you as he takes your hand.

Just then your attention goes to the voices coming into the shop from the back room. “I know Pop, I hear you. There was just something about her. Something different” You can hear one of the men say. You watched as an older man in an apron walked out the backroom with a taller gentleman carrying a box right behind him. Once the taller man sat the box down on the table, you couldn’t help the smile that graced your face when you met eyes with Ezekiel. “Y/N.” he says flashing you a smile. “Hi, Ezekiel.” You greet him, you couldn’t help but blush at how excited you got seeing him again.

“Ah, so this is the Flower Shop girl.” You can hear the older man, you assume who is Felipe, say. “Oh I’m sorry, so rude of me not to introduce myself.” You say as you turn to Felipe. “Y/N. Senora’s Gonzalez’ Granddaughter.” You continue as you shake Felipe’s hand. “Nice to meet you mija (sweetheart). Felipe, and these are my boys Angel and EZ.” He tells you, with a smile. “It’s nice to put faces to the names I’ve been hearing all about around town.” You admit. The three of them just chuckle. “Yeah, we’re used to it.” Angel says as he walks over to EZ, patting him on the shoulder, and pointing outside. You watched as the two made their way outside, catching another smile from EZ before he slipped out the door.

After making small talk with Felipe and picking out a few things to make dinner a couple nights out of the week, you say your goodbyes and head outside to make your way back to your shop. Once you made your way outside you found Angel in a deep phone conversation and Ezekiel sitting at the table reading a book. The second he saw you walk out he got up, placing the book into his kutte pocket.

“Can I walk you to the Flower shop?” he asked you and you simply smiled. “It’s only a few doors down, but that would be nice of you.” You tell him, as you both begin to walk towards your shop. You couldn’t help but smile at how nervous he seemed.

“Oh, so how did the flowers work out?” you asked with more excitement as anticipated. He smiled, “Couldn’t have worked out better, she loved them.” He laughed. “If she only knew the real meaning behind it all.” He continued and you just laughed. “Glad to be of service” you say, flashing him a smile.

“Just out of curiosity, if I wanted to ask someone out that I didn’t really know, what kind of flowers would be helpful?” Ezekiel finally spoke. You found it charming that he was trying to put in an effort into impressing whoever this lucky person was.

“Hmm, I guess a Rose would be your typical go to flower, but I feel like that is so cliché and expected. If you really wanted to impress this person I would say go with their favorite flower if you knew what it was. Maybe a Pink Camellia, which can represent longing.” You tried to think a little more of other options. “If you can find one, a White Violet would be nice. It can represent taking a chance on love.” You said looking up at EZ who you can tell was taking in everything you were throwing his way. “Those would be my picks for that kind of occasion.” You say quietly, though EZ nodded thoughtfully.

“Thank you for the tips y/n.” he said with a small smile. “Thank you for walking me.” You tell him as you go to open the door. “Take care, querida.” He says, watching as you walk through the door. “See you around, EZ.” You smile at him, waving him off.

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It had been a few days since your last encounter with Ezekiel at the Butcher shop, and you couldn’t seem to get him out of your mind. You knew it was just some silly crush, you’d get over it. Thankfully these last few days had been keeping you pretty busy.

It was near closing time and you decided to close up a little early, wanting nothing more than to spend your Friday night on the couch binge eating and watching Netflix. As you were busy watering some of the flowers you could hear a soft knock at the door. You were about to turn and tell whoever it was that you were closed for the evening, but those words got stuck in your throat when you saw EZ standing there. Setting down your watering can you head towards the door to let him in.

“Ezekiel!” you said, unable to hide the surprise in your voice. “Surprise visit?” you ask, he just shrugged. You noticed he was standing there with his hand behind his back. “Not that I am not happy to see you, but what are you doing here?” you ask, noticing how he looked down at his feet momentarily, before looking back up at you.

“I… erm,” He began. “Well, you remember how I asked you what flowers would be good to ask someone out, the other day?” you simply nodded slowly. Secretly praying he wasn’t about to tell you how well that worked out for him. As happy as you were for him, a part of you couldn’t help but be slightly jealous.

“Yeah,” you said cautiously, wondering where he was trying to go with all this. Your question was answered when Ezekiel brought his hand out from behind his back and presented you with a single White Violet. Your eyes went wide when you spotted the flower in his hand.

“Well I was sorta hoping….maybe….well….” he struggled with his words. Reaching out you took the flower from EZ, smelling it, a small smile appearing on your face. “I was hoping you would join me for dinner tonight? I know its such short notice, but I’ve been wanting to ask you out since we first met.” He finally admitted. You smiled, placing a hand on EZ’s arm.

“I’m starving and dinner sounds wonderful. Let me finish closing up.” You tell him as you walk back inside. “Take a seat. I shouldn’t be long.” You tell him as you set the single flower he had given you on the counter, your heart fluttering at the gesture and effort.

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#ezekiel reyes x reader #ezekiel reyes #ezekiel reyes imagine #mayans mc #mayans mc imagine #mayans mc x reader #🖤🖤

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sexyglances · 3 years

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Here's Tian's birthday fic, ok! You can either read it on ao3 or the full ~2k words are under the cut.

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Tian woke up on his back as a ray of sunshine slipped through the gap between slats of bamboo and struck his eyes. He rarely put his eye mask on at night these days, preferring to wake up earlier in the mornings so he could spend the first part of the day with Phupha rather than staying in bed alone. This change in habit, however, didn't automatically turn him into a morning person by nature, so Tian kept his eyes shut, as if keeping them closed meant he could preserve that sleepy sweet feeling for a bit longer. His effort was futile though, as he could feel more than just the sun trained on his face. "Chief," Tian smiled, eyes still closed, "I know you're looking at me."

Tian heard a small chuckle to his right and felt Phupha's breath tease his ear. "Good morning." Phupha said, voice filled with endearment, "and happy birthday, Tian." Then he leaned in and pecked Tian's cheek and whispered, "I'm so happy you're here."

Tian turned his head towards Phupha and opened his eyes. Phupha was lying on his side facing Tian, head resting in the cradle of his elbow. "Chief--" Tian said. Tian wanted to tell Phupha to stop, that he didn't need to say these things to him anymore, that it's been long enough that the gratitude should have worn off by now, that their devotion could remain unspoken. But Tian couldn't say those things because his chest still got heavy and his heart still swelled every morning when he could look over and see Phupha looking back at him with so much tenderness in his eyes. Instead, he settled with a, "Me too," and returned the peck on Phupha's cheek. He went to pull away, but before he could do so, Phupha had turned his head just enough so that their lips met so they could properly kiss. Phupha nudged closer, trying to deepen the kiss, but Tian pulled back and placed his hand softly on Phupha's chest to stop him. "Hey. We haven't even brushed our teeth yet this morning." Judging by the way he raised his eyebrows, Phupha did not think this was a good enough excuse to stop. They gazed at each other for a few seconds, the atmosphere charging up between them, on the brink of something unstoppable, until Tian popped the bubble and said, "And I have class this morning in a little bit."

That declaration worked and Phupha dropped his eyes. "Right," Phupha said with a tinge of disappointment in his voice, "You have school today." Before Tian could say anything else about continuing this quote-unquote discussion later, Phupha changed the topic and asked, "Are you thirsty?" Without waiting for an answer, he got up, went to the sink, and brought back two ceramic cups of water. Tian pushed himself up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed into a sitting position. Phupha handed him a cup and sat down on the bed next to Tian.

These cups were new to Tian, different from the dented tin cups they usually used in the bedroom for utility. The cup Tian held was thick and rounded with a glossy finish and felt hefty in Tian's hand. Beneath the shiny glaze was an intricate, colorful design of green tea leaves and stems intertwining alongside cream-colored depictions of blooming oolong tea flowers flowers with bright yellow centers. Tian turned the cup around in his hand, studying its design until he saw the design break to encircle an inscription written with delicate writing in a burgundy color. "Oh, what's this?" Tian asked as his fingers traced the wording that read "for the colorful philosopher."

Phupha responded, "It's my present for you. It's not much but--"

Before Phupha could finish his sentence Tian said, "Chief, I told you I didn't need any presents this year." He leaned his head on Phupha's shoulder. "Just being here is enough."

Phupha leaned his head on top of Tian's and breathed in. Phupha was still not sure how he got so lucky. How his life changed so fantastically and dynamically from a life that he never disliked, but was one he now realized was fine--but just fine, nothing more than fine. His old life felt rote and mundane and empty compared to his new life with Tian. And a new life is what it was. How could it not feel new when everything felt effervescent and full and colorful in a way he had never experienced before. Phupha had always been prone to noticing the tiniest details of things, but what surprised him in the most unexpected way was how much joy he could get out of those tiny details. How love had transformed those tiny details into something that encapsulated his entire existence with warmth and vigor and gratification to be alive. "I know," Phupha responded, "but I still wanted to get you something. It's not much, but it represents us." Phupha held up his own cup to show Tian. "Look, I have one, too."

Tian switched the cups in their hands. He read Phupha's cup aloud, "For the giant green mountain." A tear pricked the corner of Tian's eye. It was too early for such sentimentality. He had just woken up and Phupha was already flooding Tian with feelings of affection. And he hadn't even stood up for the damn day yet. Tian had been given plenty of birthday gifts in the past, but never anything where someone spent more on the care and personal details involved than they spent with their money. Tian stared at the cups some more. "Where did you get these?" Tian asked.

"I went to a ceramic shop a few months ago in Chiang Mai and special ordered them," Phupha answered matter-of-factly, as if planning and designing and ordering a gift months in advance was an ordinary, everyday gesture and not a remarkable act of romanticism at all.

Tian set the cup he was holding down on the floor. "Chief," Tian said with a slight tremble in his voice. He pulled Phupha into a hug, "Thank you." Tian didn't have the words to convey everything he meant, all the gratitude he had for his life in Pha Pun Dao, for his chief, for this love they shared, but he hoped that the hug could relay a fraction of what he was feeling. Phupha hugged back tightly as if he was trying to reciprocate all his feelings back to Tian.

They pulled apart and Phupha exhaled before placing a hand on Tian's knee. "Come on, we have to get you to school."

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As Tian and Phupha walked into the school, it was already bustling. The kids were there, uncharacteristically early and they were busy hanging up homemade decorations with Yod and Rang's help.

"Ah, what's all this?" Tian asked with surprise in his voice.

Everyone turned around and in an out-of-unison cacophony of voices yelled different variations of happy birthday, addressing him by "Tian," "teacher," and "P'Seetian" accordingly. Khounueng and Kalae ran up to him and pointed at a cake on the table.

"Look what we made!" exclaimed Khounueng, and then he stuck a party blower in his mouth and blew it in Tian's face.

"Yeah!" Ayi yelled from across the room, "we picked the strawberries ourselves and decorated with them and everything!"

"We'll get to eat it soon, right?" Kalae asked as he shoved an extra strawberry into his mouth.

Before Tian could answer, Inta and Meejoo grabbed each of Tian's hands and pulled him to the front of the classroom. We made you a birthday crown, too!" said lnta as she picked up and waved a crown of tea leaves woven together in a circle studded with pink and yellow frangipani flowers and white jasmine buds.

"Put it on," Meejoo begged. "it's so pretty. She held up a second matching crown, "We made one for Torfun's birthday, too."

Tian looked at Phupha and they shared a meaningful look. Torfun was still a part of Pha Pun Dao, and even though she was gone, she was unforgettable. It was only because of her that Tian could experience all this joyfulness that surrounded him. Tian couldn't say that out loud of course, it would be too much for today, so instead he said, "Ooh, you're right, they are pretty. Let's take this to her memorial place in the afternoon." He patted Meejoo's hair. "Now who wants to help me cut the cake?"

But before Tian could move to the cake, Phupha cut in and asked, "Aren't you forgetting something?" He grinned fully as he took one of the flower crowns from Inta and placed it on Tian's head. "How could we celebrate the prince's birthday without his special crown?" Tian rolled his eyes. Of course Phupha would call him a prince on today of all days. But there was no bite behind Phupha's words, the words were just playful teasing and Tian knew that.

Tian had many birthday parties in his life. They were usually lavish and full of expensive decorations and even more expensive gifts. People dressed up and schmoozed at his parties, using them as a time to network and one-up each other, caught up in a lifestyle where status trumped everything else. The parties were simply an excuse for people--himself included--to show off. His mom would call him a prince for the day and Tian would go with it, letting himself give into the fantasy. And even though he had always made sure to have fun, indulging in alcohol and whatever wild dares the night brought him, looking back on them now, the memories felt hollow. As if he had been living in a bizarre lucid dream that he's woken up from and it was only now that everything actually felt real.

Tian challenged Phupha back with a smile of his own, "If I'm a prince, then what does that make you, Chief?"

Nam's voice came from the doorway, "Why, that makes him your chief prince of course." Tian and Phupha turned toward him as he walked into the building with Longtae trailing just behind.

"Sorry we're late," Longtae said, and gestured towards Nam, "he had to pick me up from the train station and it didn't come on time."

"You're here, too?" Tian asked.

"Of course I am, P'" Longtae said. "It's a special day." He looked up at Tian's crown and smiled. "I had to come take pictures." As Longtae said that, he held up his camera and snapped a photo.

"Oh, oh, oh," Nam cut in, "Don't you think you should get a picture of the prince and the chief prince together?" He took the other flower crown from Meejoo, and as he placed it on Phupha's head, he winked and said, "I'm sure Torfun wouldn't mind if you borrowed this for a few minutes."

Before Phupha had a chance to object, Tian interlocked his arm with Phupha's and looked at him with soft eyes. "We should get a picture together today, don't you think?" And with that, Tian turned to pose for the camera.

-----

Two weeks later an envelope addressed from Longtae back at school showed up in the mail for Tian. Inside was a packet of pictures from Tian's birthday. The first photo on top of the stack was a shot of Tian and Phupha, both wearing the flower crowns, and their arms interlocked, smiling for the camera.

The second picture in the stack was a more candid shot and was taken from closer up. The half-eaten birthday cake peeking in at the edge of the frame indicated it was a photo taken later in the celebration. Tian and Phupha were sitting down at the long school table, Tian's hand on Phupha's shoulder, Phupha's arm slung around Tian's waist. They were still wearing the flower crowns, but this time they were looking at each other, heads bent together, eyes sparkling, and laughing, as if they were unified in their own private world.

It was that second photograph that Tian had plucked from the stack to save. He had stuck it onto the corner of the bulletin board in their room so he could see it everyday before he left for the day. The photo represented something intangible. All he knew was that he couldn't look at it without feeling warmth radiate from within himself. It was a feeling so precious, he resolved to never let it go.

#a tale of a thousand stars #1000 stars #fic #my fic #i made this dumb thing #i can't believe i made it to 2k words #i almost gave up at 650 words tbh #anyway i hope my audience of 4 (generous) enjoys the agony i put into writing this! 🙃#and hey! i finally set up an ao3 account so that's something

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flooffybits · 4 years

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Siyeon’s Day

Idol: Lee Siyeon (Dreamcatcher)

Birthdays aren’t necessarily about the parties and grand gestures. Sometimes, all it takes is one special person to make it even more special.

“Happy birthday Siyeon-ah!” The members cheered happily when Yubin came back from the kitchen to retrieve the cake and the birthday grinned brightly at the sight, giggling as all her members surrounded her when the cake was placed on the table.

“You guys really didn’t have to do all this.” She laughed when Bora lit the candles, Gahyeon giving her a small push from the side. “Of course we would celebrate your birthday. Y/n unnie did tell you to have fun, right?”

The sound of her girlfriend’s name made her grin soften as she nodded her head in reply. Though you couldn’t be there due to wanting to give the girls privacy, especially now with Handong back home, they had insisted that it was fine due to you being considered part of the family.

“I still think she could have joined us!” Yoohyeon exclaimed with a pout and Handong nodded her head in agreement. “I understand that unnie was doing it out of respect but she really didn’t have to.” The latter sighed softly while the leader just smiled and shook her head. “Y/n has always been so thoughtful. I’m happy our Siyeonnie gets to have someone who takes care of her.” She expressed, making the said girl to blush while covering her cheeks.

“Stop being so dramatic!” She whined as Bora and Gahyeon burst into giggles. “Aww, even after all these years, you get so shy about her.” Yubin teased before Siyeon pouted in defeat as her shoulders slumped. “Whatever. Let’s go so I can see her already.” She huffed, making her members laugh even more.

But despite all their teasing, the girls were all happy for Siyeon to have someone she comes home to when she can and understood her busy life.

When the candles are out and the food has been either finished or packed away, the girls gather in the living room while Siyeon fixes her things to head out after spending the whole day with her members.

“Was it really okay for Y/n unnie? It’s getting really late.” Handong asked worriedly while glancing at the time, but Siyeon shook her head before giving the other girl a tight squeeze. “Don’t worry, she just texted me a while ago.” She assures her before patting her arm. “Also, she’s been meaning to come over when she found out you were back.” She chuckles when she remembered you spamming her with “Is Handong really back?” on her phone.

“She should really come over soon.” Bora replied when she placed one of the containers in a plastic and then placed it near the rest of Siyeon’s things. “I’m sure she’s gotten bored with having to spend more of her days indoors.” Yubin commented after she took a seat. “Be sure to tell her that she’s welcome here, anytime.” Minji smiles and Siyeon nods her head.

“I’ll be sure to tell her that.” She tells them when she grabs most of her things, Yoohyeon and Gahyeon helping with the smaller items since they insisted in accompanying her to the car. “Thank you, and I’ll see you all later.”

“Take care!” The rest yelled when they exit the dorm.

“Do you and Y/n unnie have plans for tomorrow?” Gahyeon couldn’t help but ask. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure you guys have stuff you want to do together. Since we’ve been busy, you haven’t had much time together.” Yoohyeon added while the blue haired woman hummed in thought.

Truthfully, neither of you made plans to do much, just spend some quality time together because you know that she can’t be out much and that she needs her rest. But she didn’t mind that.

The thought of spending time indoors and cuddling made her smile before she’s nodding her head. “I guess you could say that.” She chuckled before they reached the car. Yoohyeon opened the door for her and then loaded all the things inside.

“Happy birthday unnie.” The pair hugged her and Siyeon squeezed them one more time before she hopped inside, giddy to finally see you. “Thank you. Get some rest, okay?”

“Yes!”

The ride isn’t too long but Siyeon couldn’t contain her excitement. She saw a text from you and her smile only widened.

where are you? - Y/n

im almost there, just hold on

And true to her words, she’s at your apartment within five or so minutes, thanking the driver and then hurrying over to your door while being careful not to drop any of the things she’s holding.

Right before she could even reach your door, it swung open, as if you were already waiting by the window for her arrival. A wide and bright smile stretched across her face when she saw your beaming face, but before you gave her a hug, you helped her carry the rest of her things inside.

Once her hands were free, the woman wasted no time in tackling you into a vey tight bear hug and making you squeal. You both stand there in blissful silence, her head tucked comfortable in your neck as she inhaled your scent while you gently ran your fingers through her soft hair.

“I missed you so much.” She murmured against your skin, making a shiver run down your spine. But you smile at her words before pulling away a bit and pressing a quick kiss to her lips. “I missed you, too.” You tell her and then take her hands in yours to lead her to the couch. “I hope you and the girls had fun at least?” She nods her head quickly, a kiss immediately landing on your cheek.

“They were hoping you would be there. They miss you, Handong most specially.” She informs you and you chuckle at how cute her friends were. “I’ll be sure to drop by when I can.” You promise and she nods once before wrapping her arms around you and resting her head against your shoulder.

You’re both quiet for a while, just taking your time in relishing the fact that you had each other. It makes Siyeon drown in your warmth as she closes her eyes while you press kisses at the top of her head every now and then.

All the little things made her feel at home and she’s never felt this relaxed in a long while. Her eyes slowly begin to drop until she feels you shifting slightly next to her and she forces them to reopen.

“Hey, can you stay awake for me? It’s just a few minutes.” You whisper and she lifts her head to look at you. A soft smile becomes present on your features when you see the small pout on her face because god she was adorable when she looked so sleepy like this.

You press a kiss to her forehead before reaching into your pocket. But she follows the movement and she’s a bit more awake now when she sees the neatly wrapped gift resting on the palm of your hand. “I hope you like it.” Was all you say before she’s gingerly picking it up.

She gives it a small shake to guess what’s inside, but there’s no sound. So, she carefully peels off the gift wrap, only to see a black box inside. Her heart rate picks up when an idea pops inside her head.

With one more glance at your face, she slowly opens the box to reveal a beautiful ring. Her eyes immediately shoot to your face again and you smile nervously.

“I know this isn’t the most romantic setting and everything but I...” You clear your throat while staring down at the ring. “We’ve been together for so long now and I don’t know. Every time I look at you, I just fall more and more in love with you. I wasn’t sure the first time, dating an idol and everything, but now, I have never been so sure of anything in my entire life.” You mutter while running your thumb over the back of her hand.

“I almost lost you before, but I don’t want to risk losing you again, Siyeon, because I’m sure of us. I trust you and I would do anything just to see you happy.” You look up to see tears already forming in her eyes before reaching up to cup her cheek. “Will you give me the chance of making you happy and marry me?” You couldn’t help the crack in your voice but she doesn’t seem to care when she grabs the front of your shirt to pull you closer and crash your lips against hers.

You can taste the saltiness of her tears through the kiss, but when she pulls only a breath away, she’s nodding her head and wiping them away. “Of course I’ll marry you.” She says tearfully and you can’t help but smile when you look at her. “Really?”

She laughs despite her tears and nods again. “Yes!” She repeats and your heart soars when you give her another kiss, slow and meaningful, before you pull away to put the ring on her finger.

After putting it on, Siyeon’s heart practically melted as she watched you admiring the ring on her finger before pressing a light kiss to her knuckles. “Happy birthday.” You tell her when you look up and her arms wrap tightly around you so she can be as close as possible. “I couldn’t have asked for anything more. Thank you.”

Though you didn’t spend the entirety of her birthday with her and you didn’t have a date planned out for her vacation, she was more than happy to have a healthy and happy life with the people she loves.

Though a trip to her family and the dorm was sure to be arranged after the gift she received right before her birthday ended.

#girl group #girl group scenarios #girl group imagines #dreamcatcher #dreamcatcher siyeon #lee siyeon #siyeon dreamcatcher #siyeon #siyeon scenarios #siyeon imagines

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aer-in-wanderland · 3 years

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구미호뎐 | 이동욱 Lee Dong Wook VLIVE 2020.11.18 - *VS* Game

In which Lee Dong Wook’s promotional team present him with ridiculous Tale of the Nine Tailed-themed questions to answer (and the occasional embarrassing line to perform). Full transcription below the cut.

Full Transcript [0:37:41~1:08:30]

Intro

Then, now in earnest we’ll... (breaks down laughing at himself). Don’t I talk a lot? Right? I mean, every week they release a behind the scenes video, right? And in all of them it’s just me talking the whole time. Of course, I really sort of joked around a bit on set. Well, not a bit. I joked around a ton on set, with the staff and the with the other actors, I did have fun playing around a lot and I did that but...I mean I was just talking so much, all by myself [in the BTS]. It was to the extent that I thought, ‘Hey, what’s with this? Is that why I was so exhausted?’ (chuckles). Yes (chuckles more). I’m a chatterbox, a chatterbox, a chatterbox.

Well, in any case, we’ve now had free talk for about 40 minutes (chuckling at himself), so now we’ll start the first activity prepared for me by my promotional team in earnest.

[Looking to his staff] What might the first activity be? [Staff shoves a box full of folded slips of paper towards him silently]. (Breaks into laughter) [To the staff] Well what is this? [*silence*] (Bursts into a fit of laughter watching the staff) No, it’s not that, it’s just, will you die if you talk here? No, everyone, it’s fine if you talk. Everyone, promotional team...

[To the viewers again] Right now there are five members of my promotional team in front of me, six including my manager, but they won’t say a single word (laughing), like people who will die if they speak. [To his staff] I just have to pick one? Ah, if I pick one I’ll naturally understand? Understood. Then I’ll, (more laughter). In that case, I’ll pi- (bursts into another fit of laugher). Understood. Then I’ll pick one.

[Selects a paper] Okay! I picked one. They’re telling me that if I pick one I’ll naturally come to understand, so I picked one. [Holding the paper up] I see, it’s a VS game.

Q: Who is the strongest whiner? [0:39:48~]

A. Sajang who is whining to give him the Chinese lantern plant - VS - B. Yoo Ri who is whining to save Lee Rang-nim

(Laughing) [To his staff] Yah~ the question is really cute. Did you all prepare this? Oh, I see. This is cute.

[Re-reads the question] I think, in any case, for this one, I can’t help but think that Sajang who is whining to give him the Chinese lantern plant is the strongest whiner. I mean, as a human being, if you’ve lived for hundreds of years isn’t it enough already? While torturing people, while eating the Chinese lantern plant, do you really have to cling to life? I can’t help but think that... (trails off)

⇒ A

Ah, and Eom Hyo Seob-sunbae who plays Sajang acted together with me in Life [2018], so when I met him again this time I was happy to see him. In Life he was the head of the Cancer Center, and I was a fellow in the Emergency Medical Center, so on set I used to call him ‘Mr. Cancer Center Chief’ (laughing). I would be like, ‘Mr. Cancer Center Chief, you’re here!’ like that. Well, in any case, there was that behind the scenes, a very slight, a very slight TMI.

[Note: Sa-jang-nim is actually just his job title meaning ‘head of a company’ while ‘Am-center-jang-nim’ means ‘head of the Cancer Center.’ LDW was basically using his title from Life instead of his title in TotNT.]

(Clears his throat) Okay then I’ll pick the next one. [Pulls another slip] I’ve picked it. [Spends a second debating where to place the box of questions]. I’ve picked one.

Q: Which scene was the most moving to Lee Yeon? [0:41:33~]

A. The scene where he saved Ji Ah after he returned in a near-death state from the Knife Mountain Hell - VS - B. The scene where he went to save Lee Rang who stood on death’s door in the Forest of the Starved

Yah, but for this one, isn’t the question framed wrong? In this case, these kids were the ones who were moved by me, weren’t they? (Laughs)

[Looking at his staff] No? Oh, talk! Please just talk! (Dies laughing)

[Looks back at the viewers] For this, I would have to ask these two though? I’d have to ask these two, for this one, I think that rather than Lee Yeon being moved, these were scenes where these two were probably moved by Lee Yeon. But in any case, the ending to episode 4 here and the ending of episode [8] where I go to save Rang-ie, they’re both meaningful. They’re iconic scenes that you can’t miss in our drama, they’re precious scenes, so I like both of them.

⇒ x

[Noting the heart count in the VLIVE app]

[Reading the live chat] I’m not going to call them. Those two are both busy people who each have their own lives so for me to suddenly call them would be an irresponsible thing to do. For today’s VLIVE, please just be satisfied watching me. I’m not going to call Kim Beom-ssi or Jo Bo Ah-ssi.

Then, moving on to the next question...

Q: If you had to have one as a morning desert, would you choose: [0:43:28~]

A. Meal worms that taste like mint chocolate ice cream - VS - B. Mint chocolate ice cream that tastes like meal worms

If you had to have one as a morning desert, would you choose: ‘meal worms that taste like mint chocolate ice cream’ ‘aish~ (laughing). [Knocks over the white board and fixes it] Okay, ‘mint chocolate flavored meal worms’ or, ‘meal worm flavored mint chocolate ice cream’? (chuckling - 3rd gif).

[To his staff] Who’s ever tried eating meal worms? What do they even taste like, meal worms?

Ah what’s with this~ How am I supposed to choose one of these? (Ponders the question for a bit) So I’ll choose B. Meal worm-flavored mint chocolate ice cream. (Sighs) Don’t you think it would at least be better to be eating ice cream? Rather than eating insects that taste like mint chocolate, I’ll eat ice cream. (Shaking his head) Ah~ that’s hard.

⇒ B

[Reading the live chat] Oh, it tastes nutty? Eh? You tried eating it? You’re saying you tried eating meal worms when you were seven? Who would try eating meal worms? There’s a lot of interesting people...

[Selecting another paper] Okay, next.

Q: If you had to dispose of one of your abilities which would you choose? [0:45:25~]

A. The ability to control nature - VS - B. The teleportation ability to move anywhere in an instant

Wah~ You can’t miss out on either of them though? Ah~ There’s nothing more appealing than the ability to teleport. Everyone, please think about it. How much time each day do we loose on the road? On our way to school, on our way to work, getting off work, going to cram school. If you save that time, you can get that much more sleep, right? That’s a really big [merit]. And think about it. When coronavirus ends and you can travel abroad again. Then you can use teleportation to go abroad instantly. You don’t have to spend like 14 hours on a plane.

The ability to control nature, how cool is this? This is really something that not just anybody can do. (Sighs while pondering the question again) Even so, if I had to give up one of them...I would give up my ability to teleport. I would use my ability to control nature and like...make it rain when there’s a drought, or make the rain stop when it rains too much, make the wind blow where there’s need of wind, that’s how I’d like to use my power. That’s what I’d do, yes.

⇒ B

[Talking to his staff] Oh~ you guys really did a good job coming up with difficult and weird questions. Really, the promotional team’s performance right now is really beyond my expectations. [Looking at a member of his staff] (chuckles) You really don’t ever smile, do you? (Laughing) Okay, continuing on, then...

Mission: “Don’t fly away. Your puppy will cry.” [0:47:15~]

‘Don’t fly away, your puppy will cry.’ [Looks to his staff] What’s this? You’re telling me to do this? (Looks at the paper for a while) You’re telling me to do this? Ah, this one’s a mission? So there’s not just VS questions, huh?

[To the viewers] Today, before doing the VLIVE, they told me about this corner and asked if I wanted to see the game ahead of time, and I said ‘I won’t. It’ll be more fun if I’m seeing it for the first time,’ but now I’m wishing I’d looked at it in advance. (Looks at the paper and sighs)

[To his staff] I have to do this like in the drama, don’t I? Is that right? (Laughs hollowly and puts his head down on the table) Ah~ I’m going crazy, seriously... (Puts his hands up to his face like in the drama but then can’t handle it and puts his head down on the desk again) ‘Aish~

[Softly to his staff] Everyone get out. Everyone go out. I want to be by myself.

“Don’t fly away, your puppy will cry~” (Performs the line but then can’t take his hands away from his face in embarrassment. Takes a long moment to collect himself)

(Sits up with his eyes closed) [Staff start clapping] Everyone get out. Leave before I open my eyes. I want to be by myself. If I open my eyes I think I’ll be really embarrassed so leave. (Waits a minute before opening his eyes, sighs, and then turns and calls to his staff). Team Manager, is there any soju? (chuckles) Okay, I understand.

[To the viewers] Ah, the promotional team really went and prepared a lot of things that I didn’t even imagine. Thanks a lot [said very formally but also without any sincerity whatsoever lol].

Q: If you were to be born again as a human, would you prefer to be: [0:49:25~]

A. A rich unemployed person - VS - B. A civil servant guaranteed employment until retirement

Of course it’s unconditionally A, right! There’s no need to even think this one over. Ah! (covers his mouth) Actually there are a lot of students watching right now. Everyone, you still need to study hard. We can’t be unemployed, right?

But I’m going with a rich unemployed person. OK.

⇒ A

Okay, next. [To his staff] I have to do all of these, right? (Answering his own question) Well, because I have to pay respect to the work you put into preparing them...hmmm [To his staff] Team Manager, that soju, can you put it into a water bottle and just... (laughs) Ah, it’s hot~

(Opens the next slip of paper and yells in chagrin) Ah, this!

Q: A never-ending battle? [0:50:12~]

A. Amazing Saturday - VS - B. Yoo Quiz

[Note: This question requires context so bear with me or skip to the next one. ;)

As part of the promotional rounds for TotNT, Lee Dong Wook, Jo Bo Ah, and Kim Beom appeared on Ep.128 of the quiz show, Amazing Saturday. There, they made a bet with the regular cast surrounding one of the quiz answers where whoever lost the bet would have to give a shout out to the other program (so if the TotNT cast won, the Amazing Saturday cast would have to promote the drama on their other variety shows, and if the AS cast won, the TotNT cast would have to reference AS in TotNT). They lost, and Lee Dong Wook promised he would reference AS at some point in an adlib. (This whole segment was actually really great because everyone figured it would be impossible and LDW was just like, ‘Call! I accept the challenge. I can do that.’ You can watch it here from about 5:50~)

LDW upheld his promise in EP05 when Yeon and Ji Ah go drinking and they compare the things they like. When LDW threw out the question he asked, ‘Yoo Quiz (another program that a close friend of his appears on) or Amazing Saturday?’ So then he felt apologetic towards Yoo Quiz and ended up sending them a coffee truck when Gong Yoo (Goblin, 2016) appeared as a guest on the program about a week or so before this VLIVE took place....so even though he’d finally managed to sort everything out, his staff are basically inciting him by asking him to choose again lol]

[Takes a moment before addressing the viewers] Just when I had finally finished all my reparations...(Nodding to himself) Just when I had finished all my reparations another wave is going to happen. (Looks at the paper for a long time) I’d like to appear on both programs sometime. If Amazing Saturday would invite me again, and Yoo Quiz please invite me sometime. I’ll just leave it at that. (Sighs) It’s hard, it’s hard.

⇒ x

[Takes a moment to drink some water and reiterate the things he wrote on his white board]

[Reading the live chat] Ah, it’s water, it’s water! It’s not soju, it’s not soju. This has been here since earlier. Everyone don’t misunderstand, that’ll be a big problem. There’s no way I’d do a live broadcast while drinking alcohol. Bad things would happen. No, please don’t misunderstand.

[Reading the live chat] It’s water, it’s water, yes. Please don’t misunderstand.

[Gives a shout out to the overseas fans and thanks them for the coffee trucks and gifts]

[Reading the live chat] My alcohol tolerance? My alcohol tolerance differs from day to day, but I never drink so much that I’m completely drunk or lose control of myself. I only ever drink enough that I’m still in good possession of myself and able and get home safely.

Then, continuing on. There are... (counts them) six left. There are six left, so I’ll continue...

[Suddenly thinks of something and looks to his staff] Are there more missions in here? You’re not going to tell me, are you? In any case. Alright. (To himself) How can I avoid picking those? Well, I have to do them all anyway...

(Opens the next one, reads it, and chuckles) [To his staff] You guys are crazy, seriously...

Q: If they were both drowning, who would you save first? [0:53:24~]

A. Ji Ah - VS - B. Shin Joo

If they fell in the water, if they fell in the water....Ah~ So this is how Shin Joo felt yesterday, this is how he felt. Yah~ ‘If they were both drowning, who would you save first, Ji Ah or Shin Joo?’ Ah~ I understand our actor Hwang Hee’s feelings. I understand Shin Joo’s feelings (sighs, then remembers something and chuckles).

[Note: This question is a reference to an exchange on Instagram. In preparation for an interview with Esquire, Hwang Hee posted on his Instagram inviting people to ask him TotNT-related questions. So Lee Dong Wook (who doesn’t run his own Instagram and isn’t on social media) texted a bunch of questions to Kim Beom and Jo Bo Ah to ask in his place. One question that he had Jo Bo Ah ask was, ‘If Lee Yeon and Yoo Ri were both drowning, who would you save?’ to which Hwang Hee responded, ‘That water, I will drink it all.’ lol]

[Looking directly at the camera] ‘That water, I will drink it all.’ (breaks into laughter) I’ll drink all of the water...Even if my water consumption goes badly I’ll do my best to save both of them.

[Reading the live chat] Ah, that’s right! I’m a mountain god so I can just make the wind blow like this and just part the water, I just need to do that. Why didn’t I think of that? As expected, the fans who are posting comments here are much smarter than me. Thank you.

That’s right. I was a mountain god. But I completely forgot that...

⇒ x

I’m not a really fast swimmer or anything but I’m still decent and I like playing in the water. I mentioned Life briefly earlier as well, but while shooting Life, free... (catches sight of something and starts laughing)

[Holds up a slip of paper with the words ‘Are you angry?’ written on it - lol] I’ve just received this message from my promotional team. No, not at all, what are you saying? I’m not mad. I’m not mad, and we can talk about more detailed things after the broadcast is over.

[Turns back to the viewers] When I was shooting Life, I learned free diving. I’d dive into about 10m deep water, so I don’t have any big rejection (fear) of water. But the ocean is different. Because the ocean has waves and undertow, you really need to be careful.

[Reading the live chat] I can’t do the butterfly stroke. The butterfly stroke is diffic- [Catches sight of the next prompt card and stops speaking mid-sentence. Drops the paper, sits back, and sighs lol]

(Holding the paper up reluctantly for the viewers to see)

Mission: “Part this darkness and lead me to that woman!” [0:55:32~]

(Long sigh)

[To his staff] How did you manage to pick all the most...these sort of lines, everyone?

(Reads the line out and laughs) You really went and picked just these kinds of lines one after another....I’ll do it standing, I’ll do it standing. Since I’m doing it anyway, I’ll do it standing.

(Spreads his arms wide and delivers the line like in the drama, then slowly sinks to the floor and makes like he’s going to crawl under the desk)

(Returns to his seat as one staff member starts clapping) [Looking at the person] Don’t clap. That’s more cheeky, don’t clap. Yah, if you’re going to clap you should all have clapped, what’s with just one person clapping? (laughs) Agh~

Even so, since today the broadcast was cancelled, even if I’m a bit...embarrassed or whatever, if you can enjoy yourselves, I’m satisfied with that. Yes. (Sighs again) This is definitely going around the internet as gifs, isn’t it? [Lol it definitely did] Yes, well, but in service of alleviating your disappointment at the broadcast being cancelled, I can handle this much. (Nods to himself) Okay, then continuing on...

Q: If you had to wear the same outfit and hairstyle for the rest of your life, would you choose: [0:58:02~]

A. The clothing of a mountain god + dark hair styled with pomade - VS - B. A suit + red and silver long hair

(Already laughing as he reads the question - gifs 1&2). Hey, this is essentially that right? Either the clothes are the mountain god clothes and the hair is dark and combed back with pomade in a modern style, or wear a suit with the mountain god hair, right?

[Directing the question to the live chat] Everyone please choose. Which do you think would suit me? What do you think would suit me, everyone please choose for me. Please send me your choice via the chat. I’ll choose whatever you choose.

Ah, this is really, the balance on this is really no joke. Wah~ This is really hard. Wah~ I mean, wearing a suit with that mountain god hair (breaks down laughing) Ah, how could you live your life like that? (more laughter) Ah, okay, I know. I know that this isn’t for real. And I know that there’s no way it could happen, too. But why do I end up taking it so seriously? Because I can’t help but keep picturing it (laughs).

[Checks the live chat] Oh? There are a ton of B’s? There are way more B’s than A’s? I see. I understand. In that case, if it ever became like this, if I could only wear one outfit and have one hairstyle for the rest of my life, I would have the suit and the mountain god (breaks into laughter before finishing his sentence) I’ll have the mountain god hair. Yah~ this one...the balance was good. Ah~ of all the questions in this VS game so far I think maybe the balance on this was the best.

⇒ B

Okay, then continuing on...Everyone, there are still 3 questions left. I have to do three more questions.

[Takes a water break]

Then I will continue with the game.

Q: Which term of affection would you prefer to hear from Ji Ah? [1:00:55~]

A. OPPA - VS - B. My puppy

‘What term of affection would you want to hear from Ji Ah? O-P-P-A, VS, my puppy.’ [He literally spells out the word in English here instead of just saying oppa lol]

Hm~ Hm~ [Takes a break to check the chat and reiterates that he’s drinking water and not soju] Please stop chatting that it’s soju. I’m going to get in trouble with Naver. That’d be bad, really bad. It’s water, don’t misunderstand.

[Returning to the prompt] ‘What term of affection would you want to hear from Ji Ah? O-P-P-A, VS, my puppy.’ Within the drama, Ji Ah has never once called me oppa, right? From the very beginning, she just uses banmal (chuckles) And from the very beginning she says ‘I waited for you (neo)’, right? [Note: ‘neo’ can be a bit rude, or at the very least isn’t polite]. So I think if she called me oppa it would be really awkward. I think, I just want Ji Ah to dote on me. So I’ll pick ‘my puppy.’ Because foxes are canines too.

⇒ B

Q: What makes you more angry? [1:02:15~]

A. When Imoogi fixates on Ji Ah - VS - B. When Sajang tries to drive a wedge between you and Lee Rang

Ah, okay, things that make Lee Yeon angry, right? ‘What makes Lee Yeon more angry?’ (Reads out the options) Ah~ This one is a bit... the balance doesn’t crumble in this situation. This one is definitely A.

To be honest, when Sajang tries to drive a wedge between the brothers, because I’m perfectly capable of resolving that myself, and I actually did resolve it in the drama, so that’s not a big problem. Also, I think that Lee Rang isn’t the type to fall for that either...

But when Imoogi fixates on Ji Ah, at those times, yes, a bit - well, not a bit - I get very angry.

That’s why, there’s that [scene] in the drama right? Where we’re fighting on the rooftop, and Imoogi says something about Ji Ah so I get angry and say ‘this XX,’ like that. And when he’s got ahold of Ji Ah’s shoulder, I show up and say I’ll break his wrist and such...yes.

⇒ A

[Reading the live chat] ‘When this is over is the promotional team going to be okay?’ Of course! They’re safe. It’s been amusing for me too. Only one question is left.

[Reading the live chat] ‘Are you close with Lee Tae Ri-nim?’ Yes, we’re close. All of us actors in Tale of the Nine Tailed are close and doing well.

[Reading the live chat] ‘If you mess with Ji Ah, Lee Yeon won’t stand for it, right?’ That’s right.

[Reading the live chat] ‘Long time no see, Lee Yeon’ (quoting Imoogi). Yeah, long time no see~

[redacted]

[Reading from the live chat] ‘I pray that at least one of those is a normal mission’ (laughs) [To his staff] Yah, look at that. Even the fans are telling you they hope it’s a normal mission. Okay, the last mission. [Holds up the empty box and reads off the title] ‘Do You Really Want to See It, Lee Dong Wook’s VLIVE?’, the last mission. Ah! I said mission, but. The last, I’ll now attempt to pick the last VS. It might not be a mission. Okay, what’ll it be? Ta-da! Ah~ it wasn’t a mission.

Q: If you had to experience hell one more time, which would you choose? [1:06:27~]

A. The Knife Mountain Hell full of knives - VS - B. The Forest of the Starved full of agwi?

(Blows out a long breath and contemplates the question for a while) This is hard. Why is this hard, you ask? I had a really really hard time filming both sequences. I went through a lot filming both, and the memories of those times keep flashing across my mind...Even so, I....

[Reading the live chat] ‘This question stresses me out.’ ‘I hate both.’ ‘There’s no end to the Forest of the Starved even if you die, right?’ ‘I really hate the Forest of the Starved.’ You’re right.

[Reading the live chat] ‘The knives hurt don’t they?’ That’s right.

[Reading the live chat] ‘Wah~ Isn’t this too cruel?’ [To his staff] Everyone, isn’t this too cruel, they say.... It’s not?

Okay, If I had to experience one again....I will not go to hell. I won’t choose~

⇒ x

Okay, with this, I played the VS game, and the occasional missions hidden in between, that my promotional team put a lot of effort into preparing for us. This was fun. [To his team] You did a really good job choosing the questions (nodding). Thank you all. Thanks (claps).

~~~

Wow, that was long! If you read this far, thanks for your attention and please consider liking or reblogging to let me know. I also posted a transcription of some of the Q&A that follows this, so please check that out as well if you’re interested. Annyeong~!

#lee dong wook #tale of the nine tailed #totnt #vlive #20201118 #my translations #이동욱 #구미호뎐 #vlive vs game #I dare you to try watching (or in this case reading) this without smiling

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rokutouxei · 3 years

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together through the fog

ikemen vampire: temptation through the dark theo van gogh / mc | 1770 | T

Born frailer than your average pureblood vampire, she's doomed to need fresh human blood—not just rouge—to survive. Drinking from them will cost more than just blood: and she doesn't want to make them pay that price, especially not the one she loves the most. What decisions are you free to make when you don't really have a choice—and how is Theo going to convince her that staying a little longer isn't so bad if he's with her?

chapter 1 of 3

One of the most important rules of being in the art dealership industry is to make good connections. No amount of great art at hand will amount to much if the dealer does not have the appropriate connections to get these art into the proper hands. Of course, wealthy patrons are always much appreciated, for the invasion of the new art into the eyes of the more conservative aristocracy is one way to usher in the new dawn, but there are other types of connections that have to be made—and that is, to those who are not only interested in the art, but are also willing to lend a hand in the sharing of this art to the rest of the world.

Theo has a lot of clients. In the handful of years he has spent in the industry, he has collected his fair share of interested patrons and sponsors for the artists. Favoritism is of no use in this world. But if one were to ask—it would be easy for him to say that his best, perhaps his favorite, client, was a Comtesse that lived at the outskirts of town.

Rich, born of old money, in a large mansion where she lives alone, besides perhaps her singular, nosy butler. They’ve known each other for a few years now, after having met when they were much younger, and they have become, to some degree, friendly with each other, not only with regards to his work. Make no mistake—she is not his friend for superficial reasons like appearance or wealth. It’s that she has a great eye for art—and a big heart for it as well.

“Theo! it’s been a while since you’ve come around.”

Her greeting comes instantly as the door to her study opens, Theo being ushered in by her butler, Sebastian. She’s sipping from a teacup in front of a fireplace, bundled up under blankets—even when it isn’t too cold outdoors yet.

“You know how the industry is,” he comments, as he settles on the seat across her, setting down the framed painting gently on the soft red carpet of her study. Once Theo’s own cup of coffee is poured, the butler leaves the room, the door closing with a silent click. Theo does not miss the expression on the butler’s face before he disappears. He turns back to his friend, gauging. “When I saw this piece I had an inkling that it would be to your taste.”

She chuckles, a little embarrassedly, putting down the teacup on its saucer. “Now, now. You make it seem like the kind of art I like is on the predictable side.”

“I wouldn’t say predictable, but you do have a taste.”

She nods. “Oh? I had not even noticed. Maybe you watch me a little too keenly, Theo.”

“Just for work,” he quips back with a friendly smile, as he uncovers the painting he has brought with him.

Theo was right—the painting is to her taste. It was a painting of a morning through the frame of a window, overlooking a snowy mountain. The gentle texture of the brushstrokes from the view outside made the snow falling seem so real, delicate and soft, and the thicker, rougher ones along the inside of the room made it feel closer, a little warmer. By a yet-unknown artist, of course, and she contemplates hanging it along the main hallway of the mansion, making sure it will catch the eye of anyone who will pass by, hoping it would spark something.

And then the dizziness returns.

There was no doubt Theo noticed her spacing out during their little conversation, but there is only so much she can do in hiding how unwell she’s been feeling. She had instantly sighed in relief when Theo was guided out of the room—as now she can clutch her head freely and whine a little in the throbbing inside of her skull.

But it’s okay. At least she has the paintings.

The one thing she can do.

It doesn’t matter if she isn’t going to last long, not anymore. But at least, if she can do something for the things she loves… maybe it will be worth it in the long run.

Theo has always had his wits around him, particularly in terms of being observant. While he’s not infallible, the little things generally do not escape him, and he makes sure he stows them away in the back of his head for safekeeping.

Theo was 25 when she first wrote to him about it

She wrote: How would you feel about it if I were a vampire?

This really didn’t surprise Theo as awfully as it ought to have. There was one particularly intriguing rumor that spread around town about her family. Whether or not the people knew, had a clue, or if it were just the result of their imagination, is beyond him, but there have always been rumors about her family being a family of vampires. Of course, it is easy to shrug off: the human imagination is an interesting thing, and with the rise of rational science throughout the past few centuries, vampiric lore has simply fallen out of favor. Besides, this kind of rumor is unsurprising when the area’s oldest and longest living aristocrat families live such a secretive, mysterious life outside of the rare social events they decide to engage in.

Theo had the same thought process, of course. He had written back rather amusedly, saying that even if she were a vampire, it would not change the fact that she was a good friend of his. No fang or lost blood will get in the way of my fondness towards you, he had written.

Fondness—fondness is too simple a word for what he feels towards her.

But what matters is that she had written back, in her small, delicate handwriting: Well, then it is my pleasure to tell you that I am.

That was just three years back, but it feels like a million years ago. He had not given it much thought then. He had not given it much thought as of late.

Until now.

Until today, really, sitting across her in her study watching her space out as the tiny sharp tips of fangs protruded out from where her lips can no longer hide them.

If she was not lying to him, then that’s alright.

But there was no denying that look of desperation hiding in her eyes, as she tries to focus on something else in the room other than him.

He turns before the mansion’s main door gets shut behind him, turning to the butler with seriousness in his eyes.

“Sebastian, I have a question I have to ask you.”

She had met Theo when he was much younger—he was 18 at the time. And she… Well, greater vampires age a little differently than humans do, but she must have looked about 16. Her parents had brought her to an exhibition that day. it was part of her training—much was needed for an eternally-living vampire to be able to fit into human society without standing out too much.

Her interest in art was another thing altogether, though.

While her parents had gone away to talk with their acquaintances and other friends in the gallery, she had decided to walk around to enjoy the paintings that were on display. She grew up surrounded in art—part of the privileges of being born into the aristocracy—and these weren’t new to her, but some of the paintings… felt different. They were painted in different ways, looked at things in different lights. They piqued her interest. She wanted to get to know them more and-

She met Theo.

Theo was one of the youngest art dealers present during the show, which had been overseen by the company he was working with. She is still not entirely sure what had drawn Theo to her at that time—perhaps it was their seeming-similarity in age—but that day, they had made good friends, talking about art and paintings and the life of an artist. She wasn’t an artist herself, but the discussions had made such an impact on her that afterwards—they had exchanged addresses, and promised to write to each other.

That now feels like a lifetime ago.

How long ago was that, even? Surely at least a decade past. Time is a fickle thing for creatures like her. A decade is no more than a human’s millisecond. In a few more centuries, she will have forgotten everything about this little life, maybe even this mansion in the outskirts of Paris. The oldest of her family have been alive longer than humans would expect.

But not her.

It seems… unnatural, but she was born sickly, frailer than your average vampire. On occasion, she catches what is perhaps the vampire equivalent of a flu—weakness, fatigue, body pains, fever, and dizziness. Of course, this is curable with a good drink of blood, as is most things for vampires like her, but there is a catch—drinking it fresh from the source is always the better option. She would need bottles and bottles of rouge to recover from one “flu”, but fresh blood—

Fresh blood is different.

Drawn straight out of the vein, still warm from flesh…

That would cure her in minutes.

Too bad she has gotten a little too fond of humans.

Ah, how can one not, when you spend most of your life watching them struggle to live when death knocks at their door so soon after their birth? Humans have a strength she cannot comprehend. One she wishes she had. So she’s sworn to never drink out of a human ever again; even if it is at the cost of her health. She can acquire all the rouge she needs to recover. She cannot replace a random human’s short meaningful life at the cost of eternity for her own convenience—and she does not have the heart to drain one into death, if to spare them from the curse of living throughout perpetuity.

Caught between a rock and a hard place, they say.

She clutches her chest as the coughs overtake her, so strongly she is thrown to her knees onto the ground. Her butler rushes to her aid, but does not make it before she collapses onto the floor with a thud.

She doesn’t want to drink from humans anymore. And especially—not from the one she loves the most. But maybe this time she doesn’t really have a choice.

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevamp theo #ikemen vampire theo #ikevam theo #ikevam #fic #together through the fog

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angeltrapz · 3 years

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howdy 💙 chainshipping ask time: on days when they’re feelin bad, what do they do for the other person? also favorite date night activities? + th first moment post-bathroom where they each realized they’d fallen in love w th other?

hi!! 💜

ooh I think abt this a lot actually. I think th two of them have a tendency 2 bottle things up, so it kind of takes a lil bit fr them to realize tht Hey, Someone Wants To Make Sure I'm Okay and fr them 2 then get to a place where they share how they're rly doing rather than bein like "no everything's fine wdym :)" but once they Do get past tht n r able 2 be honest w each other, it's a lot better fr both of them + honestly its own form of healing.

a lot of th time when Adam's having a bad day, he's either nonverbal or responds w as short of an answer as possible, so th big thing Lawrence does fr him is just let him know he's there when/if he's ready 2 talk + there's no stress 2 tell him what's wrong right away. tht's smth tht's rly important to Adam, n smth he appreciates greatly. often times, along w tht, Adam tends 2 seek out physical contact - so like coming up behind Lawrence while he's cooking breakfast n wrapping his arms around him, holding his hand when they're walking together, sitting close enough so their knees/shoulders/hips brush + just leaning into Lawrence's side altogether, etc. so another thing they do is either cuddle up on th couch or in th bedroom n they watch a few movies together. sometimes Lawrence will read 2 him too. it's rly all abt proximity + lil actions tht in reality r a wordless way 2 say "I'm here, it's okay, we'll get thru this together." Lawrence is patient, doesn't rush him, n stays close by. fr Adam, tht is more than enough + means th world. n it eventually leads 2 him being more comfortable voicing how he feels more often!!

Lawrence's bad days r a lil harder to catch bc even tho he knows Adam's there, he still feels a pretty intense amount of guilt + doesn't often feel tht he has like. a right 2 complain? bc I think, fr a long time, he views himself as th one most responsible fr what happened in th bathroom n how they got there. it takes a while fr him to break out of tht mindset, but th main thing Adam reminds him of is he's still here. bc Lawrence spends a lot of time thinking like, "if I wasn't a bad person, Jigsaw wldn't have chosen me or put my family in danger, therefore it's my fault + I need 2 atone somehow." Adam is aware of this, n they've found tht th best solution is fr him 2 just b very blunt n ask "well was I a bad person? was I so horrible tht Jigsaw chose me based on tht n I deserved what happened next?" n of course Lawrence will immediately be like "no of course not??? nothing u cld've done cld warrant tht?" (kinda like th way u mentioned Adam comforts William) so Adam gets to respond w "tht applies 2 u too, u know. yr not a bad person. nothing you cld've done wld warrant smth like tht, either."

n Lawrence mentally bluescreens th first time he hears Adam say tht bc it's just like. He's Right. if he doesn't think Adam is a bad person + deserved wht happened, why did he? so tht's like th big thing Adam does fr Lawrence. he reassures him tht despite his brain's best efforts 2 convince him otherwise, he is a good person who Adam loves n tht might've made mistakes, but they didn't warrant being chained to a pipe in a fucking bathroom somewhere w his family in danger + being tasked 2 kill his now-bf, christ.

favourite date night activities!! I think they're mostly p lowkey fr th most part just bc of like, th unease of potentially being around A Lot Of Ppl, but every once in a while they'll dress up a lil bit n go somewhere nice fr dinner bc Lawrence is a hopeless romantic + he likes being able 2 do tht fr Adam sometimes. Adam thought it'd be like, wayyyy too stuffy + uncomfortable esp bc it's not smth he's used to, but honestly it's rly fun n they get to spend time together, so in th end it's all fine! plus there's never any pressure 2 like, go all out w dressing up or anything, so tht's nice too. honestly, if Adam wasn't so in love w Lawrence, th way he holds his hand over th table while they skim thru th menu + talk abt what sounds good might make him think he was somehow th main character of a romcom.

a lot of times, too, they frequent this local diner tht Adam used 2 go to fr breakfast all th time when he n Scott were teenagers bc it was relatively cheap, th food was good, + th staff was full of kind ppl. the lighting is lowkey n they usually have some sort of seasonal decorations around th place, n it's just somewhere Adam feels Safe, which of course leads 2 Lawrence feeling tht way abt it too. it's rly nice fr when they still want to go out, but don't rly want to put too much effort into it (tht's not to say th diner is low-quality tho!). they're there so often some of th servers know them by name + are friendly w them, so there's tht too!

their favourite, tho, is nights in where they order takeout or delivery so tht neither of them have 2 cook (Adam is getting better w it, tho Lawrence still cooks fr th majority of th time) n they can just relax. sometimes they lay a bunch of blankets on th floor n camp out there, sometimes they make a pillow fort bc why not, n sometimes they just grab their favourite blanket n curl up on th couch while watching random TV fr background noise or movies. Adam’s head always ends up on Lawrence’s shoulder at some point. Lawrence will have an arm around his shoulder. sometimes Adam will rest his legs across Lawrence’s lap. it’s just being close + enjoying some downtime tht they both rly appreciate.

as fr th first time they realized they were in love each other... in all honesty, fr Lawrence, it was pretty much th moment Adam finally woke up in th hospital n looked at him n said “you came back fr me.” (like yr text game Still Life is Exactly how I see it happening!!) however, th first time Lawrence rly became CONSCIOUS of tht feeling n was able 2 put a name to it was honestly so simple and yet so meaningful. it was Adam standing in his kitchen th morning after he’d spent th night bc he cldn’t get to sleep on his own, too worked up n on edge n afraid 2 be alone.

it’s Adam in only a faded n too-big t-shirt n boxers trying 2 figure out how to use Lawrence’s keurig. it’s th sunlight streaming in frm th window above th sink n framing Adam’s face n turning his eyes this bright honey-green when Lawrence catches them. he’s in th middle of washing the dishes bc he’d been meaning to since th night b4, watching as Adam moves around n learns th placement of everything, his presence so natural-feeling tht it’s hard fr Lawrence to even imagine tht he hasn’t always been there. and then Adam turns 2 look at him bc he can feel him staring, his hands curled around a mug of hot coffee, eyes still half-lidded w remnants of sleep n hair a wild unruly mess, and he smiles - tht is when Lawrence truly realizes tht he loves him. he cldn’t imagine his life w/ out Adam in it. he can hardly remember how it felt to live w/ out him. tht’s when he knows.

I think fr Adam, th moment he became truly aware of how much he loved Lawrence was actually during one of his bad days where he was stuck in th mental bathroom, unable get out of his own head fr much longer than a few minutes at a time. he had gone mostly nonverbal n found the energy needed 2 keep up a conversation was just not smth he had, but instead of Lawrence being irritated by tht fact, he was going out of his way 2 be like, “I know yr not doing well, n tht’s okay, if u want 2 talk to me I’m here but if u don’t I’ll still b here anyways.” n tht’s like smth tht’s so foreign to Adam, ppl being willing 2 understand his struggles w things like speech n eye contact if he’s distressed + who don’t try 2 force him to power thru it, so tht first time he’s just sitting there on th couch, leaning against Lawrence’s side w/ his legs tucked up underneath him n w his weighted blanket covering them both, watching Lawrence fill out th crossword in th daily newspaper n just kinda coasting tht line between being present n checking out, he’s just like. Huh. This Is Nice.

bc no one’s ever rly offered tht kind of accommodation 2 him? esp not his parents, which is part of wht I mentioned earlier abt his tendency to bottle things up. neither of them have 2 say anything; it’s just comfy, reassuring, sitting so close + sharing a space while maintaining a comfortable silence bc Adam doesn’t think he can explain yet. n he looks up at Lawrence’s face, tracing th heavy line of his furrowed brows as he concentrates hard abt whatever word it is he’s trying 2 figure out, th tip of his tongue peeking out btwn his lips as he squints, occasionally mouthing a word or two, n tht’s kind of when it hits him. it’s just kind of like an internal ah, I see. Lawrence doesn’t mind tht he’s like this. he doesn’t badger him fr answers or expect him 2 be th perfect image of good mental health n is perfectly content 2 just sit w/ him as he rides it out. tht’s when Adam really gets tht this is love.

tysm fr this ask I had so much fun w it <3

#saw #adam #lawrence #thank u!!!!#I laid down earlier 2 see if it wld help but it. hasn't so #it's been. a long weekend in several different ways jdkds #I spend a lot of time thinking abt th polycule but I've spend Just As Much if not more time thinking abt these 2 lmao #spent*#long post #again. tysm!!

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b0kut0luvr · 3 years

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christmas time with daichi sawamura (1,081 words)

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2EkbSeogBhSZsYDPEHPOPR?si=LDtpsRP2SWml9RfI_bDayw (based on this playlist)

fluff, post timeskip, husband!daichi, gender neutral!reader

the holiday season has given you mixed feelings since you were a teenager. nothing felt the same anymore. opening presents wasn't the same as it was in years past, you knew everything you were getting, there was no illusion of a magic man bringing you what you wished for, you had grown up. things started to feel... different to say the least when you had met your lover. the more time you spent around him, the more excited you felt for the holidays. you had met him in your first year of college, the cute guy in your intro to whatever class. to be honest, you couldn't even remember what the class was, all you know is you passed it like you needed to, and you met daichi in that class.

to you, daichi felt like home. the first time he spoke to you, his warm voice made you nervous in the best way possible. when he held your hand on your first date, it felt like your hand was made to be held by his. when he proposed to you, you couldn't help but cry, the man who made you believe in soulmates was going to be yours forever. on your wedding day, he almost made you cry with his reaction to you and the kind words he said. your first christmas together felt like the way christmas used to feel. when you began decorating your house for the holiday, he helped you pick out and set up the perfect tree. he stood behind you, feeding you the tinsel and strings of lights as you draped them over the tree, giving advice on where to put them to make it look as perfect as it could be. you two picked out the best ornaments you two had, a few of them being "our first christmas" ornaments given to you two as an early christmas present from some of his old teammates, who you had become good friends with. they said you're the exact type of person they always imagined daichi marrying. once you two had finished decorating the house, making it the coziest place you could imagine, you spent most of your free days cuddled up to him, admiring the work you had done, watching christmas movies, drinking hot cocoa. for the first time in years, the christmas season felt like it was supposed to. a warm, happy feeling flowing through you, excited to open your presents; it was nothing short of what you had been wishing to feel. on christmas morning, daichi was extremely excited to show you what he had gotten for you, but decided to treat you like royalty before he gave it to you. you woke up to find him in the kitchen, cooking your favorite breakfast foods, brewing your favorite tea. he pulls you in for a big hug and gives you a loving kiss. you talk about anything and everything over breakfast, the conversation never getting dull. once you two have finished eating, you two move into the living room and begin to prepare each other's gifts for exchange. you give him the present you got for him first, and he gets extremely excited when he sees what it is. he holds up the scarf you knit for him, made with all of his favorite colors weaved together in a wonderful pattern. "y/n, this is so sweet! i'll wear it every day, i can tell it's going to keep me nice and warm. not only the fabric, but the reminder that i have such a wonderful partner" he says, with what looks like a tear coming to his eye. was he really that touched by your gift? (of course, he was, he loves you so much) he hands you your gift, and when you open it, you're almost immediately brought to tears. it's a scrapbook of all your memories with him. the cover has a picture of you and him, smiling as wide as you possibly can. the first page is the piece of paper you used to give him your number, you can see little bits of notes from your class, along with the note to him that says "hey, i'm y/n, i sit like 2 seats behind you. i think you're kinda cute, and was wondering if you'd like to study together some time? here's my number, let me know if you'd like to." you can't believe he kept it. as you flip through, you see that every page has something small yet meaningful, the receipt from the restaurant you went to on your first date, the ticket stub from the first movie you went to together, the tag from his favorite hoodie that you got him. you couldn't keep yourself from crying, you had to set it aside before you ruined it with your tears. "do you like it?" he asked, timidly "daichi.. of course i like it. i LOVE it! this is the sweetest thing i've ever gotten... you kept everything, even from before we started dating." you say, wiping your tears away. suddenly you remember what you got him and say, "oh man, now i feel like my gift isn't really good." "no no no, y/n, this is such an amazing scarf!! i love it so much, you put in the time and work to make me something, i can only imagine how long this took you." he reassures you. "i'm really glad you like the scrapbook, i also put in lots of time and work, but you're worth it, 100%." "how did you even find time to make this? it's so well put together, i love it." you ask, genuinely confused as to when he made it. you spent most, if not all, of your free time together, cuddling, watching movies, things like that. "ah, you won't be happy to hear this but... i uh.. i stayed up much later than i should have making this. i'd wait until you were asleep and get up to work on this." he admits. "daichi, i'm not mad! although i do wish you would get more sleep, i really do appreciate the effort. but i'm gonna make sure you make up for all the sleep you lost!" you tease. "haha, of course i will honey. anything for you. now, let's continue on with our day, i wanna have the best first christmas i can with you. i can't wait to spend many more years with the person i love the most."

#daichi x reader #daichi x you #daichi x y/n #daichi fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff

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marvella15 · 4 years

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Astaire & Rogers Rewatch Part 9: The Story of Vernon and Irene Castle

• It’s 1939. Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers’ partnership was box office gold and literally kept RKO from bankruptcy. But the magic has fizzled out and both actors are ready to move on. So for their last musical together you pick… a historical re-telling of another famous dancing duo?

This probably made sense at the time because the Castles were well known and who else would possibly play them in a biopic but the best-known dancing duo of the time. But it makes for a very blasé film.

• I’ll say this for The Story of Vernon and Irene Castle, the relationship between Astaire and Rogers’ characters is far more relaxed. They’re a unit for most of the film, which is a nice change. A lot of their personal friendship and connection seeps into their scenes, I think.

The relationship also feels like a glimpse at what a real-life partnership between Astaire and Rogers might’ve looked like. In her autobiography, she theorizes that she and Astaire might’ve become a serious item had she stayed in New York and they’d continued dating. But instead, she went off to Hollywood.

• Apparently, Irene Castle was a bit of a nightmare for Rogers to deal with. She was incredibly nit-picky about the clothes Rogers wore because she (Irene) was a fashion icon in the 1910s, and since this was a tribute to her and her beloved husband, she was intent on getting her way.

Irene was also upset with the casting of white actor Walter Brennan as her faithful servant, Walter, who in real life was black. Irene and Vernon were responsible for making African American music like ragtime and jazz popular among whites and traveled with a black orchestra so the whitewashing of Walter possibly felt extra insensitive.

• It’s likely that without the Castles there would have been no Astaire/Rogers. The Castles helped legitimize “close dancing,” which was previously seen as scandalous, because they were so classy and respectable. They moved dancing along and then Astaire and Rogers moved it even further.

• Our characters/actors: Vernon Castle (Fred Astaire), Irene Castle (Ginger Rogers), Walter (Walter Brennan), Maggie Sutton (Edna May Oliver)

• I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: don’t waste your time trying to make someone like you who is not interested and terrible. Just move on.

• Ah, the 1910s, when men wore suits to the beach.

• Is that dog the same one that Rogers had in Shall We Dance?

• Rescuing a dog at the beach is a special kind of meet-cute. Being harangued into spending the rest of the day with the other person’s overbearing family is less cute. Watching the woman you just met perform a weird af “Yama Man” routine while dressed as a clown is just freaky.

Vernon is rather high and mighty about being a “theatre actor” and Irene being an amateur when he’s the second comic in terrible slapstick shows. In fact, his comedy routine is horribly unfunny.

• Astaire does look rather right in the 1911 attire though and the peck on the cheek Vernon gives Irene is quite sweet.

• I really enjoy how well they look together when practicing at her house.

• The lyrics “I can see myself doing the things I never could do, It’s true, But only when you’re in my arms” is fitting for Astaire, especially to sing to Rogers.

• The kiss they share after getting engaged is sweeter than the kiss in Carefree. Fight me.

• I like how naturally she reaches for his hand and the way his thumb strokes her fingers. There’s a lot of quiet intimacy between them in this film.

• They really do a great job with the audition dance. You can see Astaire and Rogers themselves peek through when he spins her a few times. Their faces are just lit up. Home movies from this dance show they were having a pretty fun time.

• The idea that no one would pay money to see a man dance with his own wife is ludicrous. Obviously, the Castles were a successful married dancing team. But more than that, you’re telling me that if Astaire and Rogers were married irl no one would want to see them dance together?

• I like how when asked whose idea it is that they dance together, they respond in unison, “Ours,” and then glance at each other. She turns back to the proprietor right after but he keeps gazing at her adoringly.

• The actress Edna May Oliver plays Maggie Sutton but all I can ever think of when I see her is Lady Catherine de Bourgh, whom she played in the 1940 Pride & Prejudice film.

Fun fact: The Castles real-life manager was an openly out lesbian named Elizabeth Marbury. One guess why that isn’t included in this 1939 film.

• The way Vernon (Astaire) watches her while she opens the present is very affectionate and loving.

• “Dance with me” is a line that’s repeated a few times in this film and it’s lovely.

• The Castle Walk is the move they invent to dance quietly and it was all the rage. By the time the Castles returned to New York the following year, they were massive celebrities. As we see in the dance montage, they popularized many forms of dance including the tango and foxtrot.

Speaking of the tango, Astaire gives Rogers a few flirtatious up and down looks during that dance.

• The dances in this film are all based on the Castles’ dances so it’s not the same as when Astaire rigorously choreographed routines specifically for himself and Rogers. However, they still manage to make the dances engaging and uniquely theirs.

• In “The Maxixe” dance, you can again see Astaire and Rogers as themselves peek through the acting as they grin at each other in a familiar way and he watches her appreciatively during some of the moves.

• While on the train, they sit side by side and his arm is looped through hers so his hand can rest atop hers. Sweet domesticity that we rarely get to see between Astaire and Rogers’ characters.

• When he explains to their agent that they want to slow down, he starts out by saying, “We’re in love…” Rogers turns to look at him and doesn’t look away for several seconds.

• Astaire gives a particularly athletic performance for the Royal Flying Corp. There are a lot of jumps and energetic moves and he nails them all.

• Irene was right that Vernon would make a good soldier. He was awarded the Croix de Guerre in 1917 and was later promoted to captain.

• Their dance when he’s in his uniform is another lovely duet (you can see some rare behind the scene footage above). It’s not like anything in their previous films, particularly because it is much more demur. But there are several gorgeous moments such as when he’s looking at her and she turns to face him and smiles softly. There’s also a stunning part where he lifts her from behind using only their connected hands and she leans back into his chest, laying her head on his shoulder.

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• Vernon’s deadly crash was only deadly to him. The student pilot in the plane wasn’t seriously injured and neither was the pilot in the other plane. Vernon was 30 years old.

• In case it’s unclear, Vernon gave a list of songs for the orchestra to play and they are all songs that were meaningful to him and Irene. The ones we hear are: “By the Beautiful Sea,” which was playing the day they met, “By the Light of the Silvery Moon,” which he danced to at the train station, and “Only When You're in My Arms,” which he sang to her before proposing.

• And so the Astaire/Rogers partnership at RKO comes to an end as their characters dreamily dance into the horizon together. But don’t worry. Thanks to Gene Kelly’s broken ankle and Judy Garland’s unavailability, we’ll get to see Astaire and Rogers on screen together one last time. The Barkleys of Broadway is next and last.

#fred astaire #ginger rogers #the story of vernon and irene castle #classic hollywood #old hollywood #fred and ginger #astaire and rogers rewatch

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bangtan-sonyeonddaeng · 5 years

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Yoongi Scenario| You two meet at your college campus

The first time Yoongi had seen you it was like the gates of heaven opened up and the angels were singing. Although he would never admit that to anyone out loud. He had stopped by to bring Jin something to eat, knowing he had been working hard preparing for a play where he was one of the lead roles. When he walked in he spotted Jin he saw him practicing a few lines with you. When you turned around to face him Yoongi felt like his jaw was going to hit the floor. You were stunning, something about you just exuded confidence in your acting abilities and he couldn’t help but just watch you in awe. He had seen Jin practicing in their dorm multiple times, but there was just something about the way you spoke that had him completely enamored. You spot him staring at you and you look back, however you don’t break character. He patiently waits, observing the two of you until you are both finished.

Jin walks over to Yoongi, laughing happily when he sees the expression on his face.

“Ah, is someone a little smitten with our dear y/n?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He practically shoves the bag of food at him and now you are wandering over.

“Well good seeing you Jin, hope you enjoy your dinner. Bye!” He turns on his heels to walk away before he can do or say something to embarrass himself in front of you but Jin quickly grabs onto his shirt, yanking him back.

“Not so fast Yoongi! You should stay for a little bit. You bought plenty of food for the both of us, we can share.” He slowly turns around and faces the two of you, giving a small smile.

“Ah, well, see Jin, I have this music thing to work on-”

“You always have a music thing to work on. You’re majoring in it and spend every minute of every day making music. You can spare a few minutes.”

“You major in music?” You ask, suddenly showing an interest in him. Yoongi rubs the back of his neck shyly, unsure what to do now that your attention is on him.

“Um, yeah. I’m majoring in music production and engineering.”

“Oh wow that’s so cool! I’m majoring in theater.. incase it wasn’t obvious.” You giggle and Yoongi’s heart flutters in his chest at the sound.

“You’re uh, really good. I mean just from the short bit I saw you were really.. captivating?”

“Oh wow captivating? That’s probably the nicest complement I’ve ever received.” You hold your hand out, introducing yourself officially.

“I’m y/n.” He takes your hand gently and shakes it.

“Yoongi. Nice to meet you.” You all sit down in a circle, Jin happens to notice you sit a little closer to Yoongi than necessary and he smiles. You may have asked him about Yoongi a time or two.. or ten, having seen him lingering around the rehearsals waiting for Jin. “So, can I hear some of your music?” Yoongi sputters and drops his chop sticks.

“What?”

“It’s just.. I mean you’ve seen my acting so it’s only fair that I get to hear some of your music right?”

“I mean it’s.. not exactly the best but I mean if you want to..”

“Nonsense! Don’t listen to this man’s lies y/n. He makes some of the best music I have ever heard.”

“Is that so? Well I want to hear it even more now.” You smile at him and he immediately feels himself return the smile.

“Sure. How much longer do you have left in rehearsal?”

“Ah, maybe like 2 hours? Right Jin?”

“Yeah, sounds about right.”

“You want to stop by my studio afterwards? I can show you a few things I’ve been working on?” You clap your hands together excitedly.

“That would be amazing! I can’t wait.” Yoongi takes out a piece of paper and scribbles the address for his studio on there. He hands it to you and stands up, getting ready to leave.

“I guess I’ll see you soon then?”

“See you, Yoongi.” You smile and wave at him and he shyly waves back. As he is walking out of the door he can hear you and Jin arguing and he can’t help but chuckle to himself.

“Yah! Y/n you are so whipped for him!”

“I am not! You shut your trap Jin I will stab you in the eye with my chop stick.”

“You wouldn’t dare ruin this handsome face that was sculpted by the gods.”

“You wanna bet?!”

Yoongi is so absorbed in his music that he nearly misses the sound of you knocking on the door. When he hears the knock a little bit louder he stands up and rushes over to the door, smoothing out his clothes and hair making sure he looks decent for you. He opens the door and sees you standing there, beaming at him.

“I like your door mat. It’s funny.”

“Oh thanks. I mostly got that for Jin because he kept showing up here unannounced and bothering me when I had projects to work on.”

“That sounds about right.” You giggle to yourself. “I haven’t known Jin for very long yet but, he seems really nice. And funny, if a bit extra.”

“A bit?!”

“Okay maybe a lot extra.” You both share a laugh as he grabs your hand and leads you into his studio, sitting you down on the couch. You glance around the room. There are minimal items in there, but something about it gives it character and is just so.. Yoongi. You had asked Jin questions about him, having seen him lingering around practices you always thought he was gorgeous. He always had a hard look on his face, but Jin had told you that was just a front and he was total softie. Judging by the way he was still holding your hand you guessed he was right. He notices you staring at your linked hands and lets go immediately, walking over to his computer and bringing up a folder of songs.

“So what kind of music do you normally listen to?”

“Anything really. I have an appreciation for all genres.”

“Well then what are you in the mood to hear now?”

“Hmm.. show me the song that has the most meaning to you.” Yoongi is a little taken aback by your request. The song that means the most to him he hasn’t shown anyone. It was deeply personal, having you listen to it would make him feel extremely vulnerable having you know such a deep part of him. But something about the way you are looking at him with such a fond look in your eyes make him feel like he can trust you. He opens up the song, and lets it play.

You hear the soft piano notes playing, and when his deep rich voice begins to play throughout the studio you feel like you are struck with so many emotions.

“nae gieogui guseok han kyeone jarijabeun galsaek piano”

As the song goes on you really feel like you are taking a glimpse inside of his heart, listening to his fears, his passions, everything. Without even realizing it you had begun to tear up. You could feel every emotion he was belting out in this song. Yoongi hadn’t turned around to look at you yet, afraid of what your reaction would be. As the final line and last notes came to a close he finally turns around to look at you, only to feel shocked that you were now freely crying in front of him. He stands up and sits next to you, offering you a comforting hand on your shoulder as you sniffle and wipe your eyes.

“Was it really that bad?” You laugh and slap his arm and hear him laugh softly next to you.

“Shut up Yoongi. That was amazing and you know it.”

“You really liked it that much?”

“It was.. beautiful. I can’t even begin to accurately put into words how good that was. It was raw, emotional. Your music can really touch peoples’ hearts if you let them hear it, you know?”

“You really think so?”

“Did not just see me here sobbing on your couch?” You stare at him in disbelief.

“I guess I just never really let many people hear it before. Aside from my classmates and professors and Jin. And you’re the first person I’ve let hear that song.”

“Really? Wow. I’m honored you let me hear such a deep and personal piece from you. Can you send it to me? I’d like to listen to it again.” He smiles, feeling truly happy and relieved that you had such a positive reaction to his music, the one thing he is more passionate about than anything in this world.

“Sure. Just don’t let anyone else hear it okay? I’m not ready for the world to hear it.”

“Oh, no I would never. Anything you send me will just be between us okay? I promise.” You hold your pinky out and he looks at you, confused.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m making you a pinky promise! That means I have to keep it. I want you to know you can trust me.” He relents and links his pinky with your own. When you release each other you hand him your phone and he hands you yours so you can exchange numbers. You stand up from the couch, ready to go back to your dorm.

“I should probably go now. Our show is tomorrow and I should get some sleep so I am well rested and ready.”

“Oh.. it’s tomorrow?”

“Yeah, you gonna come see me?” You tease playfully but are secretly hoping he says yes.

“I wish I could. Really I do believe me but, I have a big music presentation tomorrow and I don’t know if I’ll be able to make it in time..” He sees the disappointment flash on your face only for a moment, to be replaced with a smile.

“That’s okay. Maybe you can come to the next one?”

“I will.. I promise.” You don’t want to over step your boundaries having this been the first time you’ve had a proper conversation with the man, but you really just have the urge to hug him. You remembered Jin saying Yoongi pretends not to like affection from others, but secretly loves it. You opt for a more subtle gesture, but just as meaningful. You reach your hand out and takes his, linking your fingers together and giving him a comforting squeeze.

“I’ll see you around then. Don’t forget to send me your song!” He feels you about to let go and holds onto you a little tighter.

“I won’t. I’ll see you soon, okay?” He lets go of your hand and misses the warmth of it already.

“Okay. Bye Yoongi!”

“Bye y/n.”

The next night you and Jin are anxiously chattering back stage. Practicing your lines, discussing ways to improve a few things before you go on. Suddenly he decides to switch gears on you.

“So how did things go with you and Yoongi last night?” He wiggles his eyebrows at you suggestively and you shove him away from you.

“It’s not like that!” “But you like him?”

“Yeah. He played a song for me. One he’s never played for anyone else it was.. amazing.” You are lost in your thoughts thinking bout the beautiful melody you had heard last night, and the beautiful man along with it.

“He must really like you too then. Yoongi doesn’t show his music to many people. Especially not ones that are deeply personal to him.” You blush at the thought that he might like you back.

“I wish he was here though. I was really hoping he could see me tonight but he has a big music presentation.”

“He might surprise you. When someone means something to him he goes all out. He might not be the best with words but he’ll show you he cares in subtle ways. You should go check the crowd and see if he’s there.” You can’t help but pad over excitedly to the curtain and gaze out at the audience. Seeing how many people were there made your stomach erupt with butterflies and nerves. You scold yourself for looking before the show because now you knew you had all these people who were going to be watching you, scrutinizing everything you did. You’re in the middle of your nervous crisis when you swear you see someone waving at you by the door to the auditorium. Sure enough, you see a familiar mop of blonde hair. Your heart soars when you see that Yoongi had managed to make time for you. Even if he can't stay, the fact that he showed up just to show you his support made you incredibly happy. You feel the nerves dissipate. You see him pull out his phone and tap it, then pointing at you. You open your phone and see you have a new message from Yoongi.

I can’t stay but I just wanted to wish you good luck. Or wait, people say break a leg in theater don’t they? You’re probably nervous but I hope this will help you.

Your phone chimes again with another new message, it’s an audio file. You put your headphones in and tap on the file to listen to what it is. You see the title of it is First Love. That familiar comforting melody fills your ears and suddenly everything melts away. Your worries, your fears, your nerves. It's all gone. You close your eyes and gently sway back and forth to the music. When the song ends you open your eyes and Yoongi is gone. You text him a quick thank you, just as Jin taps you on your shoulder and tells you it’s almost time to go on. You set your phone in your bag and set it in your locker, only to hear it go off once more with another message. You take it back out of your bag to read the new message from Yoongi.

You’re welcome. You’re going to do great I just know it. Can I maybe take you out after the show to celebrate? But don’t tell Jin he’s going to bleed my wallet dry with how much he eats. You laugh and send a quick reply back, knowing it’s only a minute before you have to go on stage.

Alright, it can just be the two of us then. That sounds great actually, it’s a date. You throw your phone back and walk over to the curtain, ready to take on anything and no longer feeling nervous.

Yoongi checks his phone one last time before having to begin his presentation, seeing the response from you and smiling to himself. “It’s a date then, I guess.”

#bts reaction #bts reactions #bts scenario #bts scenarios #bts imagine #bts imagines #bts #min yoongi #suga #yoongi x reader #reader x yoongi #yoongi scenario #yoongi imagine #yoongi reaction

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soaringsearingphoenix · 4 years

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Valentine's Day Asks: The Prime Numbers

Wow! I dont know why i didnt see the notification for this one but ok, alright ah

1. do you have a crush on anyone?

I guess so? There are people who Stand Out to me and i call them crushes in my head sometimes but mostly I just want to be friends with them. Like I dont usually get dizzying sweeps of emotion for someone, physical or romantic, but I do get an urgent and baseless desire to hang out with them... maybe take a walk or invite them to get ice cream. So like if we’re on the same page about what I call a Crush on my emotional scale then yes. Theres a couple people.

2. what’s your favorite candy?

I like lemonheads and i will eat them until im sick of them if given half a chance. I also like snickers now because theres peanuts in it so i get to pretend im making a healthy choice

3. favorite love song?

Slow Boat To China, any version but specifically sung by Bette Midler and Barry Manilow. You know, like, just the corniest possible version? Partly for nostalgia, because it was one of like three CDs i remember my mom playing all the time when we were just kind of around the house when I was little. It also has the distinction of being the first duet I learned the words to (though as far as im aware none of my friends know the lyrics... i dont think ive ever actually sung it with someone) and it’s probably gotta be the one that gets stuck in my head the most. Right down to the dumb banter in the middle (“Bette, I didn’t know you felt that way about me.” “I don’t. I need a piano player.”)

I also like “Somewhere Beyond The Sea.” I think, as a general rule, that if there are boats in the words to a love song I will probably like it.

5. what was your last kiss like?

Meaningful

7. do you prefer poems or love letters?

Ahhhhhhhhhh to read or to write? I like writing poems because I think they’re... easier honestly? Writing is so hard, identifying your feelings is hard. Having some constraints makes writing easier, and a rhyme and cadence makes it flow. Besides, it’s more musical that way so I think for me it feels like a more natural expression of love. I do well with more structured expression, and not so much with making just raw, unrefined feelings known.

Not to say writing poetry is easy. It’s less difficult than a love letter, sure, but there are still potential pitfalls. If i make a metaphor that makes me think of science, the rest of the poem WILL be just an extension of the metaphor that gets more and more didactic until I’m just telling you science facts.

11. dinner dates or brunch dates?

Dinner dates. I decided that before i came up with a reason why. I think the reason is that an evening engagement means I have something to look forward to, or be nervous about but then i have time to mentally prepare myself. Whereas morning, even if it’s not “early” morning, I feel more stressed about getting there on time and then afterwards theres a whole rest of the day where i either have to get somewhere after, or its just this unstructured uncertainty. Dinner, youve already done the rest of the day, so you can be present without worrying about what you gotta get to after.

13. favorite perfume/cologne?

I... dont know that ive ever noticed a perfume or cologne and felt it was applied tastefully, because i think if it is insubtle it defeats the point. That said, if it’s actually well applied so that it’s less an overwhelming cloud that trails comically behind people you pass in the quad and more like when someone sits down right next to you om the couch and you get just a hint of their shampoo or conditioner, to the point where maybe you didnt even consciously notice it before but now you say “oh, you’re the reason ive been craving ice cream, you smell minty” if it was only that subtle then i think im generally fond of more smoky incense-y smells like sandalwood, or roses but i am picky about rose fragrances, so it has to actually smell just like fresh roses or i wont be able to overlook that the smell is not roses. I have this friend who went to my middle school, and we were very into scents and making potpourri and things. At the time, his grandma had a hand soap that smelled exactly like roses, it was delightful and he said as much and I said that it sounded amazing but I’d have to take his word for it, but then the next time he visited her he came back with a little jar of it for me just so i could smell it, and he was right, it smelled just like roses. Actually forget the roses, it will make me think of the hand soap and as lovely as that is I dont want to give anyone vying for my affection any reason to feel like they’re in competition with someone, or something. It’s not a competition. Learn to coexist with my memories, because you’re not going to fight my nostalgia and win.

17. what’s the most attractive thing a person could wear?

If you’re wearing something knit or embroidered that you made yourself Im definitely gonna want to talk to you. Also if you’re wearing really comfy looking cargo pants but thats probably because i want to know where you got them so i can get some for me.

19. snow, rain, or sun?

Sun because people will take a walk with me

23. what’s your dream wedding like?

Dont have one but if i did its in a forest or at least a grove of trees. Mostly small gathering, family and close friends. I have a dress for the vows i guess, just because ive seen a lot of Say Yes to the Dress so thats how ive generally pictured it, (which i only really do when im watching Say Yes to the Dress), but ive got comfortable shoes, and im gonna change into pants asap after. We probably do some corny thing thats kind of an inside joke. Each of us has a Best Man or equivalent, who carries a sword — we joke that this makes it a “traditional” wedding, though beyond that it’s really not meant to be. It’s mostly simple, though maybe have a little extravagance or two, like a chocolate fountain, because how often do you have an excuse to have a chocolate fountain. I tend to wander off from other peoples weddings somewhere in the middle, at some point i just get a little overstimulated, and the amount of people that will likely be invited makes this probable. At the reception, when the families and friends are singing and dancing, i probably quietly excuse myself to my spouse and drift away, finding a spot in a tree where i can still hear the music and the laughter from a distance. I am joined not long after by my spouse (and the thought is strange, and even then i cant quite wrap my mind around that word yet, the commitment it implies) who knows where to look for me, and who perhaps pulls a leaf or two from my hair as they join me on an adjacent branch. We sit quietly together for some time until it seems appropriate to rejoin the festivities, as it is our wedding after all, and the slow dance is coming up, and we will spend some quiet time later when everyone has gone home. It is nice, the dancing, and as tired as we are we still drift around the dance floor among loved ones long into the night.

I dont know if this is like... how i intend my wedding to be. Like i said i didnt have an answer going in. But now that im trying to imagine it, this feels realistic.

29. are you single?

Yup!

31. guitar or piano?

Piano. First of all because i am better at piano than guitar and second because you can do duets on one piano

37. do you like to dance?

Aw hell yeah!! I would call myself an... Inexperienced dancer, but if a song has a good rhythm or even if it doesnt and i am full of energy i WILL be moving and twisting and you ARE welcome to join me

41. favorite soda?

I usually go for lighter ones like orange or sprite. I found Lime fanta at a gas station once that tasted like green jello and it was good but ive only seen it maybe twice ever.

43. favorite ABBA song?

Gimme Gimme Gimme always gets me on my feet, and ive listened to it probably the most because it’s on my “Dates and Times Playlist” (the first line says ‘half past 12’ and then the chorus says ‘after midnight’ so its in with a collection of other midnight songs. Any time i hear any of the others i get this one in my head as well. Thatd just how it is.)

47. do you think about love a lot?

#just kidding of course i think about love a lot #but usually its how much i love my friends #apparently my love language is s c r o l l i n g to find old ask memes #long post #long post cw #thanks tho!!! this was fun #as far as my poetry goes #itll be like ‘my darling you light up ny world... like the sun’#and then its like ‘my world revolves around u like the earth to the sun’#and then its like ‘i love u for ur warmth... u make me feel alive... of every body around me its u i feel closest to... like the sun’#and then its like ‘ur light is radiant... hotter than a flame... ‘ something about not being eclipsed because youll still shine through #and at that point im just straight up talking about the sun #i cant find The poem im thinking about that just straight up turns into a list of traits the sun has like four lines in #but i did write a song that i definitely have the lyrics to #and the song is good because i didnt try to write it about a person i went in knowing it was gonna sound like a love song n be about science #actually i mightve wanted to write a love song but i abandoned that right away and changed the beginning i had to fit what i was rly writing

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Can we have a sequel to Undertale - Swap MH meetups where Classic Sans and Noodle, Classic Undyne and Axe, etc. (Basically the character taking their place) meet up (With the exception of Frisk and Chara ofc since you tackled those already)? I'd love to see what Papyrus would think of a version of his brother that's, you know, not lazy

absolutely you can that’s even more my jam

UT Sans & Noodle:

chill skells eating garbage food together :’>

despite the weirdness of seeing their own personality in each other and still expecting this version of their brother to start shouting and running off somewhere like they’re used to, they still end up treating each other as brothers (UT Sans being the older bro, of course).

it’s just a nice goofy hangout until UT Sans starts punning and then Noodle’s like “alright i’m out you can have him back now”

UT Papyrus & Neptune:

THE GREATEST, MOST SANSATIONAL HANGOUT OF ALL TIME

UT Papyrus is the more surprised of the two by his brother’s counterpart - a version of Sans who actually does things? incredible. meanwhile Neptune is less surprised by UT Papyrus’ usual energy since Noodle has his energetic moments too, but he’s very excited to meet a Papyrus who’s like that all the time!

UT Paps is still annoyed by the gratuitous bad puns, but clearly something would be wrong if a Sans hated puns so he can put up with it. they’d spend the time rushing around being cool dudes, sparring together and generally being good bros (again, Neptune being older) until Neptune inevitably runs out of energy and has a nap while UT Papyrus carries him. some things are universal constants.

…honestly though Neptune might be a little bewildered by the hotpants. his brother does not tend to show that much femur

“COULD I, UH. OFFER THE GREAT PAPYRUS SOME LONGER SHORTS?”“WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?? MY BATTLE BODY IS A LOOK!!”

UT Alphys & Sci-Fi:

one minute the cutest geeking out together, the next a lot of intense nerd rambling about bad anime sequels and Top 10 Shows That Made You Believe In The Power Of Friendship Again

there will be no cross-universe cheating in my house but neither can deny that seeing a version of their girlfriend in glasses is adorable

Sci-Fi and UT Alphys working together would be a Scientific Dream Team and they’d create the coolest gadgets :D

“S-so, um… b-buff girls, right?”“Oh my god buff girls are great.”

UT Undyne & Axe:

meeting a strong version of her favourite little nerd is just the cutest and coolest thing to UT Undyne very relieved that this even more intense version of Undyne doesn’t have access to dangerous chemicals.

Axe isn’t surprised to see UT Undyne still uses spears (again, she’s just glad they don’t explode with poison gas on impact), but UT Undyne’s reaction to Axe’s, uh, axe? damn that’s a cool weapon

they gatecrash their friends’ other meetups just to see who can lift all of them the easiest

UT Undyne plays piano and Axe loves her anime theme songs, so they’d also have a duet where UT Undyne plays piano covers of anime openings while Axe sings the lyrics~

UT Mettaton & Swap MH Napstabot:

like I mentioned in the previous meetups ask, MTT would be so excited to meet a version of his cousin with a robot body. admiring the gadgets on their gauntlets, love this hairstyle darling, floaty legs?? and they’re monsterkind’s beloved music star? he could not be prouder.

Napstabot is much more surprised to meet Mettaton, still instinctively calling him ‘Happs’ at first but they adjust to his new name immediately. they’re still a little shyer about sharing their music compared to MTT showing off his brand, but his compliments double their self-esteem that day.

the show these two put on together would go down in the history books :’D

UT Napstablook & Swap MH Happstablook:

a very… familiar meeting for the both of them :’> it wouldn’t take long for both to start treating each other like cousins, just like when their own respective cousins were still ghosts.

a quiet hangout consisting of eating ghost sandwiches, UT Napstablook working on a new spooktune remix while Swap MH Happsta writes in his diaries, and chilling with the snails.

occasionally one of them has a moment that surprises the other by how similar they act to their robotic version they’re used to, and neither draws attention to it but it warms their ghostly souls.

I did not expect to have this many Emotions about ghost cousins help

UT Asgore & Orchid:

in a word? tense.

UT Asgore would be quietly shocked to know a version of Toriel could do the same things as him, given how against all that UT Toriel is. Orchid would be very quick to mention it was never her choice, but that anger would just as quickly turn into self-hatred knowing she’s no better than him. she’d at least acknowledge that this version of Asgore had the guts to stick to his decision.

and this meetup sounds so miserable even the characters themselves would notice, so UT Asgore would try to say something meaningful about second chances on the surface. but he’d probably word it some goofy way at the end and that’s what gets at least a hint of a smile from Orchid.

UT Toriel & Dandelion:

UT Toriel would still take issue with knowing Dandelion made the call to kill humans, but her opinion of him would definitely be more positive than how she feels about UT Asgore ahah

Dandelion would be quite glad to meet a version of Toriel whose life isn’t as consumed with grief as Orchid’s, and like the previous meeting of Toriels I think they’d end up talking about both their past and present children. also probably a mention of their respective door pals?

…I swear I was just gonna leave that last sentence without going off about Soriel but I had a thought I can’t not mention: in Swap MH’s post-pacifist Orchid and Neptune get together a few months earlier than my headcanon for when UT Toriel and Sans start dating, so if UT Toriel isn’t already with her Sans at that point then Dandelion just quietly sips his tea with his eyebrows raised knowingly at the way she talks about her skeleton friend.

“…What are you smirking at me like that for?”“Ah, nothing, don’t worry about it. }: )”

UT Flowey & Swap MH Temmie:

Swap MH Temmie probably just assumes UT Flowey is another identical Flowey from the village at first and just keeps up her act. UT Flowey is much more suspicious about this living plushie Temmie but tries to figure them out with his usual friendly facade.

if they meet post-pacifist and therefore aren’t still trying to be antagonists, maybe they’d actually talk openly? they’d both be pretty surprised to know who the other used to be, and very curious to know about how the living version of their respective human sibling is doing.

oh also, UT Temmies meeting Swap MH Floweys: a bunch of weird creatures repeatedly yelling “Howdy!” and “hOI!” over and over and calling each other their best friends. anyone witnessing this just walks away in silence. their mind will never know peace, forever confused and haunted by whatever the Heck was going on there.

UT Monster Kid & Swap MH Asriel:

I’m not sure if UT MK really knows about Asriel and the significance of seeing him alive? they might just be like “hey, you’re a kid too! you kinda look like the king and also my teacher :D”

Swap MH Asriel on the other hand - he knew Swap MH Monster Kid before their death, and wasn’t inseparably close but they were still part of his family. so he’d be a lot more sentimental about meeting them :’>

Swap MH Asriel wouldn’t tell UT MK that they died in his world though (that’s just weird), he’d simply appreciate getting to spend time with them again. they both talk about the cool adults they idolise and practice magic together.

“Hey, MK, do you wanna guess how old I am?”“Um… 10? Maybe 11?”“Close! I’m 113. :3”“???!?? YO????”

#paulgrobe #holoskart asks #underswap mh rambles #I wish I could draw some of these but I got enough plans I'm taking ages to get to already :'D

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Warm In Winter

Hi. So yeah, before his birthday is over, I would like to post a birthday one-shot of Double B because i miss them a lot.

English is not my first language so there might be grammatical errors. hope you enjoy it!

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On one of the meaningful days for Hanbin, he scoffed as he found himself working on some paperworks. He should’ve spent the day like any other weekend he always been, cuddling up with Jiwon while watching movies together, but the funny thing is both of them need to work on something.

Not fair, he thought to himself. But he finishes his work a little earlier than he had expected and he’s watching the gray sky with flashes of lightning dancing vigorously through his office window while holding a paper bag that contains the newest so-called-zombie-apocalypse-game-that-only-Jiwon knows what inside the bag. He’s been whining for the past few weeks about how much he wanted the video game.

“He’s going to like it,” he mumbles.

He steps out of the building with drizzles pouring down from the sky, making small droplets on his light blue shirt then turns into a heavy rain within seconds making him rushing to the nearest bus stop while hugging the paper bag to make sure it is safe without any watermarks on it.

Rain. Hanbin never really like the rain. He doesn’t hate it but he doesn’t like it either. Like if there was a parameter to measure his liking for rain then he would have placed in the middle. He’s not good at resisting cold—thanks to the rhinitis—Winter December’s breeze is sure is cold, with -4 Celsius degree and 8 km/hr wind velocity, it’s cold enough for Hanbin staying outside.

He pulls his phone and finds there are no new notifications and an alert of low battery on his screen. He sighs while looking at the 7% on the upper right side of his phone. Hanbin grows in anxiety as there is no sign of Jiwon to pick him up leaving him restless with his battery slowly decreasing to zero.

***

On the other side of Seoul, a man is rushing to start an engine of his loud-monster, a Ford Mustang GT in the basement. Worriedness etched evidently on his face as he hears a voicemail answering his call instead of the owner.

The road is wet, with loud thumps of rain droplets falling on his car windshield like a clockwise ticking. He sees Hanbin standing alone at the bus stop as his cars slowly getting closer and stops right in front to call him.

“Hanbin!” He shouted and a smile appears on Hanbin’s face as he hurries into his car.

The smell of rain welcomes him when Hanbin opens the door and there he is, sitting awkwardly hugging a paper bag on his arms.

“Hi.” He said shyly.

"Hey."

Jiwon looks at him for a moment before turning away, trying to reach a hoodie with his long hand in the back seat. “Open your shirt.”

“Huh? My shirt? All of sudden?”

Hanbin is flustered, but then realizes what he meant by opening his shirt when Jiwon throws him a hoodie on his lap.

“Your shirt. It’s wet.”

“Okay. But please look somewhere else.”

Jiwon turns his head into another direction but Hanbin knows he’s smiling smugly on the other side, “what? I’ve seen all the parts of your body. Just open.”

His cheeks feel hot at the moment Jiwon said his first sentence. Even though it’s true, Hanbin himself still finds it amusing and embarrassing at the same time. But he still pulls his shirt up when he knows Jiwon sneakily peeking on him.

“I said don’t look!”

“Okay! Okay! I won't look!”

Jiwon’s apartment is…. messy like the usual. Nothing new. A pair of dirty socks in the doorsteps, clothes hanging on the sofa. They’re necessarily “Jiwon” thing.

They straightly go into Jiwon’s room and he pulls a t-shirt and a boxer from his drawer and put it on the bed.

“You can take the shower first.”

Hanbin nods and Jiwon walked out, closing the door behind him and just like that, Hanbin is left alone in his room. No matter how much he’s been into his room, a strange feeling still lingers on him since it is Jiwon’s private area. He doesn’t want to invade much so he goes to take shower right away.

Scrolling through his phone while looking up to some weird yet funny memes, Jiwon finds Hanbin standing on the door edge.

“Hey. You’re done? And by the way, are you hungry?”

“Yeah. I’ll make the dinner, you can just go shower.”

The dinner is served by the time Jiwon steps out of his room, rubbing his hair roughly with a dry towel. It’s just two over-cooked instant Ramen and two cups of hot water to warm themselves on this rainy night.

Small talks hovering while they eat their dinners, like how was their day and stuff. It went so quickly. The next thing Hanbin knows, they’re sitting on the sofa, watching La La Land on Netflix.

“You’re not going to your Mom’s. That’s new.”

Jiwon looks at him, “Yeah. I just wanted to spend the day with you tonight.”

“Do you really think it would be okay?”

“Why it wouldn’t be okay?”

“I feel like I ruined your family traditions.”

Hanbin swallowed his saliva. Hard. He knows this will start an argument but before he even back to the reality the words already slip out of his mouth and he feels regret after seeing a flash tense on Jiwon’s face.

“Hanbin. Why you always think like this? Even though I don’t get to celebrate it with my family, it’s just for this year only. And it’s my day. It doesn’t have anything to do with you. I get to choose whoever I want to spend my day with and I choose you. Doesn’t it mean anything to you?”

“It means everything to me. It’s just, I don’t want to get in the way… I… you know.”

“Okay. You need to stop to think everything is your fault. You’re not ruin anything. This is purely my choice. I choose you to be my partner on my birthday. So what? I spend my time with my family every Sunday. I gotta have time to spend with you too like we always do every Saturday. And for some reason, God puts December 21 on Saturday. So it’s our day. I don’t want to hear any complaints from you. Can we just focus on the movie?”

Hanbin goes silent. His mind is processing every word coming out from Jiwon’s mouth. Slowly building his thought that he’s the one Jiwon chooses to spend his time with on this day.

“For the sake of this argument, let’s just say that I’m Ash Ketchum and wants to spend his day with his lifetime partner Pikachu. Alright?”

A smile cracks on Hanbin’s face. “Now you’re saying that I’m Pikachu? Can’t believe you’re using Pokémon to get on this.”

“There’s no other way. Besides Pokemon is the only thing I remember since there was Pokémon on TV this morning.”

“You’re weird.”

“That’s one way to say it, Hanbin.”

Jiwon leans his face close and the next thing he knows, he’s kissing Hanbin’s soft lips gently. Like a Japanese cotton sponge cake, his lips taste sweet and soft. The kiss grows intense as he slips his hand underneath Hanbin’s t-shirt tracing his skin softly, giving a sensual tension for Hanbin to let out small gasps between the kiss.

His hand slowly going lower and lower towards the V area outside his pants, stroking it slowly and bitting Hanbin’s lips at the same time. One at the time, clothes are scattering on the floor leaving Jiwon and Hanbin only on their pants, both panting while resting their foreheads on each other.

“Do you want me to go down?” Jiwon asks cautiously, biting his lip.

Hanbin nods, “yeah. Please.”

Jiwon kisses him on the neck, slowly leaving kiss marks all over his neck as he goes down to the torso reaching down to his ‘Nihilism’ tattoo. And his hand opening the zipper while pulling it down and stroking Hanbin’s cock through his underwear.

A loud moan is echoing the room followed by heavy breathes and long gasp, and Hanbin’s begging for him to go inside. Touching it for real, skin to skin.

He slips his finger inside Hanbin’s panty and finds his boner on its position, tense as ever. He rubbed it slowly, occasionally messaging it. Shivers strikes down to Hanbin’s spine as he feels he’s about hit his limit.

“Ah! Shit! Jiwon I’m about time to-“

“Shh. Hold it for a second.”

Pulling down his underwear, Jiwon goes closer to his boner to suck it up and twist it with his tongue. And a moment later he hit his limit as cum flushes out.

Hanbin tries to catch his breath before fixing his position and looks at Jiwon in some-kind of expression Jiwon unable to apprehend.

“Do you… want me to do it too?”

He’s slightly taken aback at his blatant question, but nods. They’re switching places with Hanbin’s on top and he’s on the bottom.

Jiwon lets a small moan out of his mouth as Hanbin pulls his pants down, looking at his tensed boner. He plants light kisses on his cock, before kissing it more gently and rubbing his balls with his hand.

Never once he thought Hanbin will be this good at sucking. He’s almost blackout when his tongue twists his cock and thrusting it in and out of his mouth. He becomes speechless as the minute goes by, but every minute feels like a year.

This feels like a heavenly punishment yet the best gift he’s ever received this year.

“FUCK!”

Hanbin stops, looking up at Jiwon with his big doe eyes and it makes Jiwon desperate as he wants it more and more. Why the hell did he stop when he knows he enjoys it?

“Do-don’t stop.”

He smiles before continuing sucking his cock while giving hand-job by rubbing and messaging his balls gently. Jiwon finally comes to his limits with his cum flushes out on Hanbin’s mouth along with Jiwon’s long moan echoing across the room.

Hanbin pecks his lips while lifted strands of hair from Jiwon’s face.

“Fuck. That was- amazing.”

“Amazingly bad or?”

“It was amazingly good.”

Hanbin gets up and pulling up his pants, then goes to the pantry. He gives Jiwon the paper bag he was carrying with him since he’s still in the office.

“I’ve been wondering what is this.”

“Open it. It’s a present. I know you like it so just open and tell me what do you think about it.”

He opens the gift box and his face lits up when he sees his most-wanted video game placed inside the box. “God! I can’t believe you got me this. Are you serious about this? Don’t you hate it when I play video games and started ignoring you? Whoa… you’re really amazing. Still can’t believe you give me this for my birthday.”

The way his talk started to turn into rapping makes Hanbin chuckles softly. Child-like smile, with his voice pitched-up, he is really excited about getting that video game. He knows the consequences by giving it as a present, but there’s nothing more that makes him happy than seeing him happy.

“I’m going to take it away from you if you’re going to ignore me.”

He pouts, “No way. I’m going to hide this really well so you won’t find it.”

Such a big baby, he laughs at his own thoughts.

“What? What?! Why are you laughing?”

“Nothing. Just.. you know, you’re such a baby.”

“Well. I am your baby.”

“Yeah. A big one.”

#double b #yay its been a while since i write something so this is a big achievement #kim jiwon #bobby ikon #b.i ikon #kim hanbin #ikon #ikon smut #warm in winter #oneshot #bxb

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rose-of-pollux · 4 years

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Spice of Life (MFU oneshot)

Title: Spice of Life Rating: G Summary: As Napoleon’s birthday approaches once again, Illya is determined not to fall into the retail trap of just buying a gift for him. [Dedicated to Robert Vaughn] Notes: This is my usual yearly fic in honor of what would have been Robert Vaughn’s birthday! Takes place around S4-ish.

Cross-posted to ff.net and AO3 if you prefer reading there.

Illya paced the apartment he shared with Napoleon as Baba Yaga, the cat, watched him from her vantage point on the cat tree.

“Napoleon’s birthday is tomorrow,” he fretted. “He is giving a report for a completed mission in Europe as we speak and will be here tomorrow evening—and I still have no idea as to what to present to him.”

“Murowr,” Baya Yaga stated.

“Da, I know I could merely go to Macy’s and get him something from there, braving those crowds… But I am categorically opposed to doing such a thing. It is not a thing I wish to fall prey to, in spite of how it has become the norm in this society. I know Napoleon means well when he buys me expensive presents, but I have made it my personal mission to give him things that do not involve those retail dens!”

Sighing, he sat on the couch and began to page through the newspaper, trying to get ideas, but all he saw were more advertisements for department stores boasting about their wares for the holiday season.

Frustrated, he tossed the paper aside, prompting Baba Yaga to leap from the cat tree and onto the paper, playing with it as it crinkled.

“When did things get so complicated?” Illya wondered aloud. “I remember when I was a child, birthdays consisted of my mother having made me a honey cake, and that was the highlight of the day…” He trailed off. “A honey cake…!”

Napoleon was a man who appreciated fine food; he would, undoubtedly, appreciate an authentic indulgent Russian dessert.

“Mrrup…” the cat commented.

“Yes, I know he views my soufflés with disdain, but that’s because he claims I have no idea what I am doing.” Illya sighed. “The thing is, he isn’t wrong, but it will be a long time before I will ever even consider admitting that to his face.”

“Mrreh…”

“It is a matter of pride,” Illya insisted. “And yes, I am aware that one does not live on dessert alone. I will order the rest of Napoleon’s birthday dinner to be delivered here for us to eat in front of the television. They will be airing Olivier’s Hamlet tomorrow night; the timing is truly impeccable.”

He didn’t mind spending money on food, as long as it was not exorbitant, like the gold-flecked cheeses that he had seen at some of the expensive parties they’d been assigned to supervise—and, in Napoleon’s case, he sometimes even got invited to some of these. Illya had never been to one of these by invitation—only by assignment, as no member of the Manhattan upper crust would ever see fit to invite him, though Illya certainly would have had no intentions to go, even if invited. The wasteful spending incensed him—how dare they indulge in such things as consuming gold when, on the streets below, unfortunate souls without a place to stay struggled to find something to eat!?

He shook his head, getting his mind off of it and set about figuring out the menu for the following night, and then started on making the honey cake.

Baba Yaga, who had been watching and commenting on things, now took an active interest as Illya began to put the cake together, repeatedly attempting to stick her face into the bowl of cream that Illya had set aside for the frosting, resulting in Illya repeatedly exiling her from the kitchen—only for the cat to find a way back soon enough.

Somehow, he managed to get the cake done and in the fridge to chill for the night, hiding his amusement as he watched Baba Yaga sit in front of the closed fridge with her tail whipping back and forth in frustration. She made a couple attempts to move the door with her paw, but quickly realized the futility of the effort and left to pursue other important feline activities for the night.

It was after a night’s sleep that Illya looked at the cake and wondered… was it really enough? Shouldn’t he make an effort to give more for Napoleon’s when Napoleon meant so much to him?

He glanced at the Macy’s ads in the paper again and could feel himself being beckoned further into the trap.

Baba Yaga let out a clearly judgmental meow.

“Surely it won’t hurt to look,” Illya defended. “I commit to nothing.”

“Mrrrrp…” she dismissed, dragging a cardboard box into a sunbeam and curling up inside of it.

“…Napoleon got you a luxurious cat bed, and you do this…?” He paused, on his way out the door when he glanced back and took a very good look at the cat.

It wasn’t as though she hated the cat bed; she used it frequently. But it just happened that she preferred something as simple as a box in the sun.

Napoleon wouldn’t dislike something expensive from Macy’s—he had plenty of those already, after all. But maybe all Napoleon needed after all was a metaphorical box in the sun, as well.

Nodding to himself, Illya closed the apartment door again, tossing the newspaper to the floor once more. Baba Yaga looked up from inside the box and contemplated going after the paper, but decided against it and curled back up inside her sunny fortress.

He would have to hope that the dinner and movie at home, followed by his Russian honey cake, would be enough.

Illya paused again, going over the menu he had planned the night before. There had to be more than just ordering food; there had to be a way to make it meaningful…

He crumpled up the menu and tossed it into the trash, pacing the room once again. Finally, his gaze fell upon the world atlas that Napoleon kept on his bookshelf.

“…That’s it…” he said, as realization sunk in.

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Napoleon arrived several hours later, that evening, travel-weary but in good spirits, just as Illya had finished setting up dinner.

“You look rather pleased for someone who had to compose a lengthy mission report,” Illya observed, taking his jacket from him.

“Well, it helps that I got complimentary drinks and other amenities on account of it being my special day,” Napoleon grinned.

“Ah, but of course,” Illya said, with a smile. “Happy Birthday, Napoleon.”

“Spacibo, Tovarisch,” Napoleon said, returning the smile. “I see you’ve got a bit of a spread set up for me here.”

“Da, I have,” Illya agreed, indicating the covered dishes. “Given that you have dedicated your life to traveling around the world to protect it, I thought it appropriate to have a dinner consisting of global cuisine in celebration of you—and what you have accomplished in your time here thus far, courtesy of the finest eateries in the city.” He began to lift the lids off of the dishes. “Dolmas to represent your accomplishments in Greece. Naan bread for your adventures in India. Yakisoba to remind you of your many missions in Tokyo. Goulash from Hungary. Moroccan Zaalouk. Italian pasta. Irish salmon. German potato bread. Spanish gazpacho. Ful medames from the Nile. Australian trout. Brazilian cabeça de galo. Mexican chorizo. Louisiana gumbo. And, of course…” He lifted the final dish, revealing two glasses of wine. “Wine from the French vineyards that you helped save.”

He gauged Napoleon’s reaction—and was pleased to see the grin on his face growing with the reveal of each dish. It wasn’t a gourmet meal by any accounts, but it was still an incredibly thoughtful presentation—and Napoleon wouldn’t have expected anything less from his partner.

“You have accomplished so much in your first three-and-a-half decades than many can ever hope to accomplish in their lifetimes,” Illya continued, handing Napoleon a glass of wine. “Here’s to you, Napoleon. Happy Birthday.”

“And here’s to the partner who made all of these accomplishments possible,” Napoleon insisted, meeting his glass with Illya’s.

Baba Yaga meowed at that point, eyeing the salmon, and soon, they partook of the filling meal—with Hamlet playing on TV. There were plenty of leftovers, all of which would keep for the next couple of days.

“That was an excellent birthday present, Illya,” Napoleon said. “Although… Something seemed to be missing.”

“You think so?”

“Well, there was nothing from Russia,” he pointed out. “I would have thought you’d have seen to it.”

“…Da, well, there is a Russian honey cake for dessert—your birthday cake, as it were…”

Suddenly a lot more self-conscious now, Illya retrieved his finished honey cake from the fridge. Napoleon let out a low whistle, clearly intrigued.

“That looks incredible,” he commented. “Did you get that from a specialty bakery, or a Russian tea house?”

“…I made it,” Illya said, quietly.

He knew he could make a good honey cake—but the question was whether Napoleon would be willing to trust his baking skills after his less-than-stellar soufflés.

Napoleon’s expression didn’t betray any emotion as he took the knife and cut a slice of the cake, placing it on a plate. Illya took a slice for himself, but he didn’t eat—he watched, nervously, as Napoleon tasted the cake.

“Illya!” he exclaimed.

“…Da…?”

“This is amazing!”

“…You truly think so?” Illya asked, amazed.

“Yes!” Napoleon said, wolfing down the slice of cake even faster. “I’ll probably regret it the next time I weigh myself, but, you know what? It’s my birthday, and I’m allowed to indulge in seconds!”

He cut himself a second slice of cake, and as they sat back down on the couch and continued to watch the movie.

Illya was obviously pleased that Napoleon had liked his choice of menu and the significance of each dish—but the biggest victory would forever be Napoleon’s approval of Illya’s honey cake.

The world was lucky to have Napoleon Solo. And Illya knew that applied even more to him.

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