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valeskafics · 6 months

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"Nang Tani" - Genyen/Shawn x Reader

a/n: reader is southeast asian coded but i've tried to keep it vague enough that anyone can self insert 💕

Summary: Karma comes for Shawn. Or Genyen. Or whatever the fuck he's calling himself.

TW: profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, afab reader, p in v sex, unprotected sex, soft femdom(?), spooky vibes, slight choking, tiddy succin, genyen being genyen

Word Count: 1,910 words

Rating: 18+, MDNI

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Doctors characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

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Nang Tani: A female spirit of Thai folklore. According to folk tradition, this ghost appears as a beautiful young woman, wearing a green traditional Thai costume, that haunts wild banana trees. She is most active on nights when the moon is full. Her lips are a deep red color. Legend says this spirit may harm men, especially those who have wronged women, but she is mostly considered benevolent, going so far as to give food to passing Buddhist monks.

Kho Pha Ngan. The birthplace of the full moon party, where locals and visitors alike come to celebrate on the beach. It’s spring break in the west, and so Shawn has had no shortage of idiot tourists to prey on, stealing their wallets and cash, doing what he feels he has to do to survive. Good honest work is apparently not an option for the monk, or should he say, former monk. He still wears his robes, of course. That makes the tourists more willing to toss a few baht in his donation box. As far as he’s concerned, if they have enough money to travel to Thailand for a holiday, then it won’t hurt them if he skims a bit off the top.

He weaves his way through the crowd, trying to find his mark for the night and avoiding the spring breakers he cleaned out from the previous night. A group of pretty little twenty-something Americans, probably sorority girls like you see in the movies, who saw a cute monk and immediately went gaga over him. Idiots. Shawn can barely bite back the smirk that plays on his lips - t’s all too fucking easy.

That’s when he sees you. Beautiful, long dark hair, full dark red lips. You’re wearing a traditional Chut Thai, green in color. You might just be the most beautiful woman he has seen in his entire life. You stand at the corner of the party, away from the drunken young adults, gazing out toward the sea, almost wistfully. You’re not a tourist, at least, he doesn’t think you are. Maybe an expat or even a local who. He can’t quite tell. But he has no reason to try and scam you, only to admire you.

You turn and walk toward the nearby banana grove and Shawn rushes after you, grabbing you by the hand, eyeing you up and down, “You’re beautiful. What’s your name?” Your voice is like honey in his ears when you tell him, and he nods in response, “What are you doing alone at this party? It’s not safe. There’s lots of strangers around.”

“I’m not alone,” you say playfully, “I’m with you.”

Shawn steps closer to you, his grin widening as he rests his hands on your hips, pulling you in close, “You are. And aren’t you lucky you have a nice monk like me to protect you?”

You look up at him with a coy smile, resting your hands over his and pulling him along with you, “Walk with me…”

Shawn smiles, letting you lead him deeper into the banana grove, an almost lovestruck expression on his face. You have him right where you want him and he doesn’t even bother to resist your almost ethereal beauty.

“Where are we going?”

You glance back at him over your shoulder, crimson lips parting to give him a heart-stopping smile, “Just somewhere a little more… Private.”

Shawn smirks, “I like the sound of that. I hope you’re ready for what you’re getting yourself into, gorgeous.”

You just give him that same enigmatic smile, the one that has him longing to figure you out as the two of you walk deeper and deeper into the grove, until the sounds of the full moon party have completely faded. You stop, leaning against one of the banana trees, turning to face him, resting a hand on his chest.

“I don’t think anyone will hear us this far out,” you murmur, looking up at him through your impossibly long lashes.

Shawn moves his hands to your waist, caressing your curves, squeezing your soft flesh with his hands before replying, “I think you’re right. We’re all alone in this dark grove. Just the two of us.”

He leans in to kiss you, eager and enthusiastic, his lips moving against yours passionately. You wrap your arms around his neck, nails raking across his scalp, eliciting a low moan from him as he hikes your leg up around his hip, grinding his hard-on against you. Your kiss grows more and more intense as he rolls his hips against yours, hands moving up to caress your breasts over the fabric of your clothes, squeezing softly.

“What is your name?” you whisper in his ear, nipping at his earlobe.

Shawn shivers with pleasure at the feeling of your teeth on his skin, lips moving to your neck, biting down, tongue laving attention over the abused flesh; for a moment, he nearly gives you his real name, “My name is Sh-Genyen. My name is Genyen.”

You push him to the ground, straddling his waist, kissing his jaw. His hands move to rest over your arse, moaning as your lips ghost along his throat. Shawn has never felt like this with a woman. It’s always been him on top, him in charge, but here in this grove, he’s completely surrendered to you without even the slightest bit of a struggle. You’ve bewitched him, he muses, feeling you palm at him over his robes, whimpering slightly at how sensitive he feels.

“Genyen,” you moan in his ear, gently blowing in it, watching his entire body quiver with pleasure before your voice goes icy cold, “Are you sure your name is not Shawn? That you go by the name Genyen when you’re scamming innocent young women?”

It takes a moment for your words to sink in and Shawn looks up at you, brows knit together in confusion, “W-what… What are you talking about?” He moans as you continue kissing his neck, nibbling at his skin before managing to ask, “How do you know my name? Who are you?”

You let out a giggle, “Not a who. A what. Have you heard of the…” You lean in and whisper in his ear, “Nang Tani?”

Shawn stares up at you, in both fear and awe, as he repeats your words, trying to make sense of what is happening, recalling all he knows of legendary Thai spirits, “Those… The Nang Tani is only a story… She isn’t real…”

You look down at him, resting your hands against his chest, hair falling like a curtain over the two of you. Shawn can’t help but imagine how beautiful you look under the light of the full moon. You are, in a word, otherworldly.

“Don’t I look real to you, Shawn?” you ask, tilting your head to the side, lips twisted into a slight smirk.

“You do,” he rasps, gazing up at you, “You’re real… And you’re… You’re beautiful,” he says, completely mesmerized as his hands reach for your face, cupping it gently, “How are you real?”

Your soft, delicate hand moves to his neck, caressing the hollow of his throat, leaning in to nip at his lower lip, “That doesn’t matter. What matters is what happens next.”

He tugs you closer, hands moving up to squeeze your breasts again, his cock growing almost unbearably hard as he feels you rolling your hips against him, teasing him with what is yet to come. What happens next. He wants it. He wants it so fucking badly, he thinks to himself as he moans. In this moment, nothing matters but you, your voice, your body against his, and those eyes of yours.

Shawn watches as you rid yourself of your clothes, admiring your bare body under the light of the full moon. He can’t tear his eyes from you. Every curve, every part of you is devastatingly beautiful and everything he has ever wanted. He quickly tosses his own robes aside, leaving himself naked and vulnerable before you, wanting nothing more than for you to take him.

You sink down onto his cock, a low whimper escaping his lips as you begin moving up and down, grinding your hips against his, your breasts bouncing as he sits up and takes one in his mouth, suckling at your nipple eagerly, feeling your cunt squeezing around him, your walls fluttering as you ride him. He gazes up at you, almost pleadingly, not sure what it is he’s asking for, as you roll your hips faster and faster.

“You’re going to give those girls their money back,” you whisper in his ear, “And you’re never going to do this again.”

He groans, desire clouding his rational thinking. All he wants is you, all he can think of is you, and so he agrees without hesitation, panting desperately as his hips buck up wildly against yours, “Yes, anything you say. I’ll do whatever you want. Just please keep going…”

He leans in, lips finding yours again, kissing you passionately, whimpering when you pull away to speak again, “And if you don’t, I will punish you. If you ever do this again, I will find you. No matter where you are.”

“I promise, I won’t,” he whines, feeling you tighten around him, letting out a choked gasp, “I won’t do it again, just please don’t stop, I’m fucking begging you.”

He kisses your neck, body shaking as you move faster and faster, your nails dragging along his back, leaving angry red marks in their wake, the slight sting making everything all the more pleasurable for him, “Swear on your life that you won’t do it again,” you purr in his ear, the sound of your skin slapping against his filling the hot night air.

He whimpers, pulling you closer, chasing after your lips with his own, every snap of your hips driving him absolutely insane with want, “I swear, I promise on my life. I’ll be good, I’ll be good for you, please!”

His eyes close, breath coming out faster and faster as he spills himself inside you, feeling you soak his cock moments later. He falls back against the ground, gazing up at the moon, trying to catch his breath. But the moment he feels you move away, he sits up immediately.

“I’ll be watching you,” you say, your lips ghosting over his lips, giving him a little smile before sauntering off, back toward the beach.

“Wait, no, please come back!” Shawn pleads, quickly dressing and rushing after you, “I swear, I won’t do it again, don’t leave me! I’m begging you!”

Shawn never scammed another girl in Thailand. He returned whoever’s money he could, his dreams haunted by your kiss, by your threat. Part of him wants to try stealing again so you can find him and punish him, but he doesn’t. He doesn’t want to displease you.

And a few years later, when he’s back in London, having pulled his life together - well, at least somewhat - he sees a girl. One who looks exactly like you.

But how can that be possible?

He jogs up to her, tapping her on the shoulder, heart nearly stopping when her eyes meet his. The same eyes that he’s dreamed of for so long. And part of him thinks this might be your gift to him for having obeyed.

He can finally have you, and not just in his dreams.

“Hello, gorgeous,” he introduces himself, “My name is Shawn.”

#genyen x reader #genyen x you #genyen #genyen doctors #ewan mitchell #genyen smut #genyen fan fiction #genyen fanfiction #genyen fan fic #genyen fanfic #my writing #genyen oneshot #ahs au

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daenystheedreamer · 14 days

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what are your asoiaf culture/race headcanons?

ooo im siberian starks truther forever, or just general indigenous arctic circle north. general aesthetics of slav/kievan rus. like kokoshnik ushanka and ryasna are canon to me. harsh, stilted syllables like in russian.

the riverlands is the balkans + ireland to me for sure, cat is so irish to me. i think of like south slav folk costume for them :) lots of ribbons and embroidery and intricate braiding. lilting accent

i like east asian targs :) but also like, they just arent any earthen race to me. hate when people are like "erm they cant be coloured cos they have purple eyes and silver hair?" and its like do white people have purple eyes and silver hair??????

the dornish are a mix of indian subcontinent+west asia+sephardic/mizrahi jewish+palestine+turkish+arab. the melting pot of westeros! like the daynes are jewish to me, and the rhoynar are arab/turk/'moorish'. yronwoods are white latines. sea of dorne/narrow sea evokes the mediterannean :) dornish is described as melodic and drawling, def lots of rolled Rs

stormlands is very german+eastern europe. maybe im jsut thinking of oktoberfest but i always think of them bundled up. lots of headdresses. harsh accent.

vale of arryn is very anglo to me. french/english/swiss/etc. yodelling on the mountains. sweet and sing-song accent.

westerlands is italy to me cos i like thinking of the borgias and lannisters. lannisport gives off SUCH florence/venice vibes.

the reach is again quite meditteranean to me. maybe its the wine? but i hc the tyrells as black, i think the dynamic of "upjumped stewards" compared to the "blue-blooded" hightowers, florents, etc is interesting. its why i also hc the manderlys as black, since they're from the reach :)

iron islands... obviously norse/viking, but i like pasifika headcanons too. i like asha with moko kauae and i just love if the ironborn have cultural tattooing practices. this is lessened by how they do not at all have a pacific climate lol.

#ask #rustwood #just my thoguhts<3

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asksythe · 1 year

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MXTX Interview with Risa Wataya for Subaru Magazine P.3

Risa Wataya: So that’s how it is. Although Lan WangJi is very quiet, he always uses practical actions to protect Wei WuXian's feelings. He’s a character that makes people feel sincere and earnest. I also really liked the scene where he couldn't beat the alcohol and drank until he lost self-control.

Mo Xiang: Lan Wangji is a cute person! Although he is stubborn and cold and not easy for strangers to approach on the outside, but when he loves someone, he is innocent (*) and sensitive, like a teenage girl. He will cry. He will be shy, jealous, and hesitant. He will worry and fret by himself... I like gong like this! The weakness to wine is to show this cute side of Lan Wangji. I think childish gongs are very cute.

(*: the word used here is chun de 纯的. It means ‘pure’ in the mental and emotional sense. As in his love and his feelings are pure and have no other motives or agendas. It’s not pure/innocent as in... well... we all know Lan Wangji’s sexual awakening involves a dream about him r***-ing Wei Wuxian so... It’s not that kind of innocent.)

Risa Wataya: On his forehead, he wears a forehead band, like a headband in Japan. The fact that the forehead band symbolizes self-restraint is also very interesting.

Mo Xiang: In reality, the forehead band also frequently appears on the costumes of classical Chinese literature. So I think it is a kind of ancient Chinese aristocratic jewelry, to emphasize Gusu Lan Shi's nobility (*) but without giving too much meaning at that time… However, later upon investigation, I found that in ancient China, there was a "ceremonial stoicism" (**) of ethics and etiquette, which is also reflected in clothing and jewelry. For example, "hairpin", which means "proper/virtuous posture"... When walking, if the hairpin makes a sound, you need to adjust your posture. Although the exposure of the forehead does not seem to have special meaning, "binding" is reminiscent of "self-restraint.” After considering the behavioral ethics of the ancient Chinese, I developed this “restraint oneself” setting.

(*: the wording here does not actually mean nobility as in a ranking or social class of the time, but in the feelings evoked by Gusu Lan Shi, in the way they conduct themselves, restrain themselves, deny themselves extreme power, in the goals and standards they set for themselves, in the ways they treat other common people in a time where China had an extremely rigid nine-ranked caste system and extensive slave class and slavery system. A sense of beyond the petty squabbles of common mortals. In other words, nobility from the bones)

(**: 礼服克己 Lifu Keji: an ancient manifested philosophy and a type of Asian ascetism where a practitioner must conduct his life, from the smallest, most insignificant details, with extreme restraint and control.)

Risa Wataya: Ah, so that’s how it is. The plot related to the forehead band is quite interesting. Although looking at the full text, there are a lot of sorrowful, tragic parts, but after adding such interesting details, the mood becomes much lighter.

Mo Xiang: If it's all torture (*), my readers will run away. By the way, the “Aside from the destined person, other people cannot touch the forehead band” detail is something I suddenly thought of during the writing process. I often read classical Chinese martial arts novels (wuxia). The female characters often appear on screen and say: "You have seen my face. You must marry me." "Or "You touch my hand, you're responsible!" (**) But I thought, "Why do women always have to say this?"

(*: modern Chinese slang. It literally means ‘reverse/mistreat.’ It denotes ‘sad, sorrowful’ tones in stories that will make you cry buckets and run away screaming or require times in therapy (Ask the folks reading Erha. They will tell you all about it). Chinese stories are often marked with either ‘mistreat’ or ‘sweet’ to tell readers the tone of the stories. Alternative slangs are ‘glass shards’ and ‘candies.’ It’s a very popular modern Chinese writing technique to mix glass shards and candies, and it’s generally believed there are no great stories without ‘glass shards’ in them. The readers need to cry to remember the stories you are telling. So the vast majority of modern Chinese literature is of the ‘glass shards mixed in candies’ variety. Have fun!)

(**: Common trope in Wuxia and Xianxia genre. This stems from the strict sexual segregation of ancient China and the rigid customs imposed on women. For thousands of years in China, up until the last one hundred years, it was very normal for daughters of wealthy families to never step foot outside their house, or even their personal wing inside their house, until the day of their wedding. And after their wedding, this process is repeated in their husband’s house.

The traditional saying is that there are only three places for women in this world: the ancestral hall, the kitchen, and the bedroom. This saying is even repeated by Jiang Cheng when talking about Jiang Yanli in the novel.

There’s a lot of emphasis on women maintaining extreme unstained virtue. So there used to be ridiculous things like if you see an unwed woman’s face, then you must take responsibility for her, and so forth. In particular dynasties, it also wasn’t strange for blood feuds or even all-out war to occur because some random dudes saw some particularly protected woman’s face… or touch her hair or that sort of thing.)

"So I wanted to try the same setup on the male character Lan Wangji, adding meaning to the forehead band. That moment when one’s ethics and ceremonial morality codes are broken. This feeling of hysterical panic and discombobulation applied to a male character might be very interesting indeed!” (*)

(*: tone / word choice is especially gleeful at seeing Lan Wangji metaphorically having his chastity slip being stolen by Wei Wuxian)

Translator note: Hmm, this part the vocabulary is a bit more complex and needing extra explanations than the previous two. I worry that a lot of lingual concepts don’t match up to the English words, or that the same concepts don’t exist at all. Ergo, the abundance of notes. I hope it’s not too disruptive.

That said, after this part 3, I will have to stop for a few days. The reason is because... I have to wait (and beg) for the scan of the next page in the interview. You might not know this, but this interview with MXTX was rumored by Japanese fans for a long time. The result is when it was confirmed, the May-June edition of Subaru magazine was sold out in minutes! People queued up for hours and could not buy it. The magazine originally retails for about 10 USD. But now there are people reselling it for 70 USD and there are plenty of people queuing up to buy those too! So of course... even had I tried... I still would not be able to get even a finger nail on this edition.

Luckily! I am in this Vietnamese MXTX fan group. A “rich sister” in there was able to acquire a copy and shared a scanned page with the rest of us. The magazine is something of a collector item now, much clout, very envy!! That kind! So the rest of us peons have to wait for the next scanned pages.

To Be Continued (Pray for me...)

#mdzs #MXTX #Interview #Translation #lan wangji #lan zhan

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jennazed · 10 months

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So today I was kinda bored and decided to read the "Be More Chill" book to see if there were any differences between the book and the musical.... and OH BOY WERE THERE SOME DIFFERENCES!!! I wrote down some of them, enjoy (beware spoilers obviously)

Jeremy has humiliation sheets to quantiatively determine how much of an incel he is

Madeline is now Elizabeth?

Who tf is Mark, why does he exist, and why is Jeremy friends with him?

Everyone knows Jeremy wrote the letter to Christine, but now he wants to give her a chocolate shakespeare bc he is a total flirt (TM)

Jeremy's mom is around and has a divorce lawyer-ing firm with his dad now

Michael is a white boy with an asian girl fetish

JEREMY IS A THEATER KID! JEREMY IS A THEATER KID! JEREMY IS A THEATER KID! JEREMY IS A THEATER KID! JEREMY IS A THEATER KID!

Mr Reyes doesn't microwave his own hot pockets, he uses child labor to do so instead

Christine is super angsty like she needs an anger management therapist or smth

Michael's brother got a squip apparently and is going to Brown University

Oh btw, Jeremy's dad doesn't even wear underwear around the house he just lets his son see his junk?

Michael also has a knee fetish apparently???

Sadly, the play is the actual Midsummer's Dream and not a Midsummer's Nightmare about Zombies

Ok Christine is no longer angsty?

Nvm she is angsty again that was quick

Jeremy goes "Heh-heh." a lot

According to Michael, all girls are shirt thieves and should never be trusted

Ok Christine is no longer angsty again and apparently she is very specific on how relationships are supposed to be formed bc of course she is

The whole Halloween party is now a school-sanctioned event

Is Jeremy a furry? what does "sometime tonight I’ve got to find pics on the Internet of girls with tails" mean???????

Instead of dressing up as Juliet, Christine dresses up as a prostitute angel for the halloween party

Btw michael knows all about the squip from day 1, his brother has one

Rich does his whole ITS FROM JAPAN moment at the halloween party instead of while pissing

Rich's halloween costume is marijuana

the squip is no longer "top secret can't even look it up on the internet shit" bc there's like 361 results for it on yahoo apparently

Jeremy's dad might have been gay for Ben Franklin

Instead of using his Bar Mitzvah money, Jeremy steals his aunt's beanie babies to finance his squip

LORE!! The guy from the lady's running shoes place who gives Jeremy the squip, his name is RACK LMAO

Jeremy keeps his squip-shenanigans secret from michael so we don't get the awesome sequence "try to say something cool" "i think i just blew my bar mitzvah money on a wintergreen tic-tac" "yeah not cool" :(

RACK instead of the squip says the "You can also set me to Sean Connery, Jack Nicholson, Sexy Anime Female hehehehe" line. This change is devestating

"The gayer it feels, the better your posture" YOU HEARD IT HERE FOLKS GAY PEOPLE HAVE BETTER POSTURE

In the book, the squip can see into parallel universes bc quantum physics

Brooke is Anne

Jeremy flirts with Chloe instead of Brooke/Anne man they really changed a lot of stuff around yk

Eminem dies like immediately. That squip DEFINITELY killed him lol

Fun fact: Jeremy is NOT circumcised!

Apparently you just think about the squip turning off to turn it off wow

Jeremy now does pushups whenever he sees an attractive guy on tv instead of whenever he thinks about sex

SQUIPS CAN CONTROL YOUR DREAMS? THATS SO COOL!

lol the squip hates singing

Jeremy instead of the squip says "up up down down left right left right B A start"

wait Brooke is in the book? Then who tf is Anne???

Madeline is now Katrina?

The squip becomes murderous if you drink, i love it!

how does jeremy not know what a pheromone is but is perfectly able to memorize monologues about how humanity has stopped evolving?

Jeremy is a professional boxer and will punch you in the neck and make your gameboy say "dont fuck with me >:(" if you mess with him, remember that folks

Apparently the squip thinks acting like a dog is cute?

NOOO! Some dude named Jason Finderman is the one who has his parents on the run for money laundering and hosts the party instead of Jake

Huh, no optic nerve blocking of Michael? Maybe this version of the squip is actually trying to help Jeremy

Poor Jenna :( she just wanted to talk about how Elizabeth is a slut and Jeremy turned her down

Apparently the squip is also a certified drivers ed instructor! Who knew?

JEREMYS DAD SAYS THE N WORD OK ITS PROBABLY FOR THE BEST THAT ONE GOT CHANGED

Ok smth is up with Jeremy, why is he confessing to Chloe while on ectsasy that he constantly dreams of her with a tail? AND WHY IS SHE KINDA INTO IT??

Fun fact: ectsasy turns the squip spanish

Apparently Chloe's boyfriend in the book is named Brock. Imagine going through 9 months of pregnancy and deciding that your baby should go by fucking Brock lol

Hugging legs is Jeremy's coping mechanism

I love this version of the squip: "TODO LO QUE USTED ES BUENO PARA ES SEXO DEL INTERNET." lmao

btw rich has a belly button kink

Rich named his pp Li'l Cheese Head

No michael in the bathroom moment, instead its more of a michael in a bathtub with an asian girl moment

Michael, who is still buddies with Jeremy :), rushes to tell him of the rich fire

I think rich set the fire bc alcohol + squip = murderous rage in this universe not bc he was trying to get it out

YOOO CHRISTINE IS GONNA BE A PSYCH MAJOR

Jeremy gets a therapist bc his mom freaks out when he tells her about the squip but the therapist is also squipped lol

lol all hollywood actors have squips, awesome

The squip's plan is to have Jeremy confess his love to Christine during the play in front of everybody but she calls him a loser… oof

The squip plans to write Jeremy's life story in a book and then have it kill itself with mtn dew red :O

THE WHOLE STORY WAS A BOOK JEREMY/THE SQUIP WROTE FOR CHRISTINE????? AND THEN IT JUST ENDS??????

That was one way to spend like four hours

#be more chill #bemorechill #bmc #bmc book #be more chill book #michael mell #rich goranski #jeremy heere #christine canigula #bmc squip #squip squad

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asian-folk-wardrobe · 4 months

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eviesaurusrex · 1 year

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ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛꜱ | ᴄ. ᴇᴠᴀɴꜱ

Chris Evans x Korean-American!Reader

summary: It’s tricky to introduce the boyfriend to one’s parents in the middle of a worldwide pandemic—so FaceTime has to be sufficient for now.

word count: 4k

warnings: a smidge of anxiety and insecurity, mentions of pandemic and the virus, talk about said virus, pandemic and overall social situation (but really short), but overall fluff, my inability of keeping things short, my attempts of Korean (I’m still a beginner’s learner, so I had to use some dictionary magic, sorry folks 👉🏻👈🏻), not perfectly proofread, a short social media post kinda thing at the end with Arden Cho as the faceclaim—but you can ignore that if you want <3

author’s note: I’m not Korean myself, but I kinda had this idea stuck in my head, and I really hope you won’t rip my head off because I’m writing something like this 👉🏻👈🏻 Edit: the wonderful @a-cup-of-earl-grey-please helped me with the Korean bits in this piece!! <3

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Humming, YN pushed the door close with her hip, arms crowded by bags full of groceries so they didn’t have to go out for another few weeks without scratching the point of starvation and kicked off her flats. Commotion was heard somewhere in the house before Dodger rounded the corner and greeted her with an excitedly lolled-out tongue and big eyes, looking up at her and one of the bags in particular, tail wiggling heavily.

“Hey, baby,” she greeted her best (fur) friend before walking down the hallway to get her new possessions into the kitchen—Dodger hot on her heels. “Calm down, bub. I know that you know that I got you those treats, but you have to cut me some slack, yeah? I’m not your daddy who can easily carry everything on one arm and fish your stuff out with the other. It’s not so easy peasy lemon squeezy without muscles like Mount Everest, y’know?” Grinning, she talked with the dog while arriving in the kitchen and letting everything plop down onto the kitchen island.

She quickly went to the sink, squirted some disinfecting soap on her hands—she still wondered where Chris had found that invention—and started to wash her hands while singing Happy Birthday under her breath. A tad more than twenty seconds later, she rinsed the soap, dried her hands, and returned to the pile of stuff waiting for her to get unpacked.

Rummaging through the tote bags and the rare paper bags—only bought when her already brought bags weren’t enough—YN tried to find the treats Dodger was obsessed with and ripped open the new package before turning around and letting him sit. “Such a good boy,” she smiled while crouching down and letting him devour the small treats in the palm of her hand as if there was no tomorrow. “Don’t tell your dad, but I got him some treats as well. Remember the time when he emptied my bag of injeolmi raiseubol on his own? Well, he can’t eat mine anymore because he has his own stack now.”

Giggling at the tickling feeling of Dodger’s tongue lapping at her fingertips, she didn’t hear when Chris entered the lower floor. “What shouldn’t he tell me?” Looking up, a grin formed again on her delicate features. “Nothing?” The bear of a man raised a dark blonde eyebrow, and YN let him pull her upwards and straight into his arms.

Her Asian roots and heritage let her appear like a tiny fairy next to him. They could totally pull off a Tinker Bell and Peter Pan costume for Halloween now that she thought of… Depending on the outcome of everything and if the world could get its shit together before burning everything to ashes and the ground. But she would keep that idea in the back of her head because she really wanted to dress up at some point again.

“Got you some of those snacks you seemed to really like when you worked through every box and bag,” she whispered, lips ghosting over his after Chris had bent his head down to hers, nose tips softly rubbing against each other. “So that’s where you disappeared to?” YN nodded and let him push some of the dark, silky strands behind her ear. “Sorry for forgetting my phone. I was already halfway there when I thought of it and wanted to get everything before the flood of people came. Jus’wanted to get outta there as fast as possible.”

The current situation, even after weeks of their new reality, still haunted and scared her to an extent she never would’ve imagined possible. Wearing masks was nothing she dreaded—she was used to it from her time overseas during her studies—but the fact that everything got worse and worse without any sight of a turning point was anxiety-inducing.

Chris wrapped her tighter in his strong arms and pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead. “Don’t have to apologize, sweets. Just glad you made it back in time. The FaceTime call with your parents is still on for today, right?” Nodding, YN soothingly rubbed his back as soon as she heard the slight hesitation in his voice, saw and heard his thick gulping, trying to swallow the rising nerves. “Hey,” she mumbled, cupping his bearded face with both hands and giving him a serious look-over. “We don’t have to do this if you think it’s not a good time. We still can cancel if you wanna do it in person because it’s easier, less stressful, less nerve-racking. It’s not like they know what I’m up to—my mom may suspect something because she keeps track of me through tabloids and social media, but she knows that those are almost always lies and that I would tell her in time if something is up.”

She had never been nervous herself when it came to introducing her boyfriends to her parents because she almost always never really thought of what they would think about them. But with Chris? She really needed them to like him because even after only a year and a half, she knew with shocking clarity that he was the one for her. And her parents had to like him.

They simply just must.

But she also feared the possibility of overwhelming this poor man in front of her—especially now in times like these when they constantly brinked to the state of losing their heads through anxiety and plain fear of getting sick, and nobody knew what would happen then. She wanted to make it as perfect and comfortable as possible for him because she always wanted for him to like her parents back.

Chris’ hands atop her hips tightened their hold before gently loosening it again; his thumbs rubbed slow circles into the fabric of her shirt. “No… No. I still wanna do it. You already met my family, and I guess it’s time, don’t you think?” Softly shrugging, YN looked up at him, his face still enveloped by her hands. She started to comb her fingers through his soft hair, knowing very well that it soothed him more than anything else she could do. “It doesn’t matter what I think, love. I want it to be as comfortable as possible for you, y’know. You made me feel so welcomed when I met Lisa for the first time, so perfectly content with the moment. I just… just wanna do the same for you.” She let her eyes fall shut as Chris kissed the crown of her head before tilting her head upwards to him, his finger under her chin to move it, and proceeded to kiss her lips numerous times.

The tender pecks and the tickling feeling of his beard on her soft skin made her giggle.

“You already do, baby. Alone that you think about it so thoroughly… Fuck, I love you so much,” the man whispered against her lips. “The most perfect woman there is,” he continued, pressing another set of kisses to her lips. “Stop over-exaggerating,” YN scolded him with a soft laugh and swatted his broad chest. “Instead, help me get this stuff unpacked and carry this freaking heavy sack of rice in the pantry, Mister America’s Ass.”

With a boyish grin on his features, Chris shamelessly dug through the Korean snacks he had learned to love since YN had entered his life and had shown him the culinary variety she grew up with. “Ooooh, you got the honey butter chips!” Which was followed by: “And the chocolate-cracker stuff! Yes.” Chris had nothing but a sweet tooth.

Meanwhile, YN started to sort the unpacked stuff in piles for the fridge, the cupboards, and the pantry, while Dodger patiently followed her during every step, hoping for another handful of treats with big round eyes—and of course, he got one.

She never could deny her two boys anything.

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Sitting on one of the dining chairs in the kitchen, YN smiled brightly at her iPad’s screen as her mom's face appeared with a similar smile. “Hey, eomma!” The familiar Korean word for Mom strangely always soothed her. Cho-Hee observed her daughter on the other side of the world closely before her dark brows furrowed over her worried eyes. “Bab meokeutni?” The daughter rolled her eyes with a soft smile. “Of course, I’ve eaten, Mom. Probably more than enough to sustain an entire town for a month. Netflix and snacks are my newest best friends,” she grinned before propping up her chin in the palm of her hand, eyes still trained on the screen. Her mother sighed softly. “I only worry about you, aegiya (baby), especially now with you so far away. Are you staying inside? Keep your distance? Order everything you can instead of going out to get it yourself?” She continued to nod at every given point. “Yes, yes, and yes. Though I feel bad for the people delivering me my stuff, y’know? It’s just unfair. But I at least can provide them with proper face masks. Last week I saw our postman with a mask almost already falling to pieces.” Through the upsetting feeling rising inside her, YN didn’t even realize she used our instead of mine. “Like… why can’t the government just provide them? Last time I saw a package at the store, I almost dropped to the floor. They’re so expensive, Mom. And then you have to be lucky to get some anyway. It’s like playing the lottery.”

Groaning, YN stopped her frustrated rambling spree before taking a deep breath. “Sorry, Mom. It’s just… I don’t know. It shouldn’t be like this.” It certainly hit differently when spending a lot of one’s lifetime in a country with a far better social security system, actually providing for its people. But her mother gladly didn’t object to her words. “I understand, love. I really do. The situation only emphasizes societal inequality—but maybe this is also a good thing. Try to be a bit hopeful, yes? Maybe this will lead to changes in the future.” YN couldn’t help it—as always—but admired her mother. She always tried to find something positive in every aspect of life or put hope in the future. “I try, I promise,” YN mumbled before cocking an eyebrow. “Where is Dad?” Her mother turned in her chair and called loving obscenities into the small house in the countryside around Seoul, demanding that her husband move his butt over so he could greet his only child—and utmost pride.

In-Sung appeared in the camera range of the propped-up iPad, and YN waved with a wide grin. Before meeting Chris, her father had been her most favorite male person on this planet—now they both shared that spot.

“Hey, appa (Dad),” she continued to grin but had to look down at the sudden feeling of a warm furry body pressing against her shins, desperate for attention. Dodger pushed his head between her knees and waited for her to grant him the attention he wanted. YN could see Chris out of the corner of her eye, trying to whistle the dog back without getting noticed for now. “Hey, princess. How you’re holding up?” Turning her head to the right, the woman looked over at Chris, lifting both brows softly in question. “Everything‘s great, Dad,” she said while communicating silently. Her father, on the other hand, observed the scene and her surroundings more closely as her mother would ever do. “Where are you, YN? This is not your living room. I would know if you had a window front.”

Turning back, she started to scratch Dodger behind his ear and picked up her nervous habit of biting on her bottom lip. “I… uhm…,” YN began before taking a deep breath. “I have to tell you something,” she continued and waved Chris over, who now hesitantly walked closer. He wasn’t in the picture yet, but her parents probably knew that something was definitely up. She reached for his hand, squeezing it tenderly and reassuringly, before softly pulling at it to get him to sit down on the chair right next to her. “Actually, I want you to meet someone,” YN corrected herself before softly pushing the iPad a bit to the right, so Chris was on screen right next to her. She still could see the surprised—but pleased—expressions settling on her parents’ faces. “Appa, eomma—this is Chris and… well, he is my boyfriend.” Shortly, she paused before opening her mouth again, suddenly overcome by the urge to explain herself. “This isn’t new at all, and I’m really sorry for not telling you sooner or introducing him sooner, but I kinda wanted to figure this out first before dragging another guy in front of you who would disappear in a month or two, so it’s not his fault, and again, I’m seriously sorry, and—”

Chris’ hand settled on her thigh, squeezing it gently to pull her out of that anxious state of self-explanatory she fell into. She looked up at him, swallowing the next flood of words at his loving, reassuring smile, and let him pull her chair closer to his before he moved the iPad as well. Dodger followed close while still sitting on his butt—lazy boy—and rested his head back on her mid-thigh; dark eyes kept looking up at her, demanding scratches and overall love from his other favorite human.

“You don’t have to apologize, aegiya, and you know it as well as we do,” her mom told her before smiling as brightly as the sun at Chris. He, on the other hand, started to shift in his chair before throwing her one last look—an apologetic one she didn’t quite understand—and moving his gaze back to her parents on the screen. “Annyeong haseyo, abeonim, eomeonim. Manna boepge doeeo yeong-gwang-ipnida (Hello, mother, father (in a formal setting, also used as mother/father-in-law). I’m honored to meet you),” the man right next to her suddenly spoke in almost flawless Korean, which almost led to YN’s fall from her chair. Her parents squealed in excitement—well, at least it sounded like squealing noises—and her mother clapped her hands with a wide smile on her face while her father nodded in utter approval. “This was excellent, Chris!” In-Sung followed close in his wife’s assuring words but directed to his daughter. “You will keep this one, young lady,” he warned her jokingly before chuckling quietly.

“It’s nice to meet you, Chris. Even though I have to say I already saw it coming,” Cho-Hee still smiled while YN only rolled her eyes. “Mom, please.” Her father softly shoved the woman next to him. “Don’t start bragging about your social media addiction, love. It’s nothing to brag about.” Both her parents laughed, and YN still couldn’t comprehend how happy they were even after so many years of being married and living together.

This was exactly what she wanted for herself—preferably with the man sitting to her right.

Chris chuckled next to her and let his arm rest on the back of her chair, fingers tenderly caressing her shoulder and upper arm. “Thank the universe for translators. Korean is such an interesting but difficult language if I’m being honest. I’m always listening and watching in awe when YN starts to speak so fluently, I barely can keep up with her.” YN grinned at him before turning to her parents again. “He is being modest. He asked me to teach him a few things, and his pronunciation is really good, even if he doesn’t like to admit it,” she teased him and nudged his side lovingly, bringing him to show his beautiful and radiant smile. “But I didn’t teach him that. You did so well, love.” The praise followed naturally, just like the kiss on his bearded cheek, not seeing the looks her parents exchanged.

“She is right. It sounded almost perfect. And the pronunciation is really the trickiest part, followed by the writing,” her father chuckled before an interested expression settled onto his face. “So, you two quarantine together?” Her mother had propped her chin in both hands and stared at the screen with something almost resembling heart eyes. Chris nodded. “We do. YN was still in New York when it hit, and everything started to shut down, so I drove down the coast and practically threw her in the car to have her here.” He needed to lie if he had to tell people he wasn’t relieved to have gotten her out of there—the news of the harsh impact in the city still haunted his dreams. His anxiety tried to spiral every night until he reached over to the other bedside to feel YN sleeping safely and soundly right next to him.

“Why didn’t you just leave, aegiya? Poor Chris,” her mother almost chastised her with a raised finger, and YN gently shrugged. “I didn’t want to bother him. I wanted to ask, but you know how I get. Y’all know.” Chris pulled her closer to his side and pressed a kiss to her temple. “Your nosy mother probably already knows it—…” Cho-Hee hit her husband’s shoulder at that, and he chuckled under his breath, “—…but how did you two get to know each other?” YN had already opened her mouth, but her mother was faster. “You know they made a movie together! We were at the premiere!” In-Sung patted her hand gently. “I know, my impatient love, but I want to hear it from them. Main source acquiring.”

YN grinned at that and shrugged softly before looking up at Chris. “I mean, we knew each other before that already. Remember We Bought a Zoo?” Both her parents nodded. “Of course, we remember! It was your directing debut.” Again, her mother seemed to have heart eyes, and YN’s grin widened. “Well, Scarlett and I became really good friends, and suddenly she introduced me to this man here but we never had the right timing, didn’t we?” Chris shook his head with a soft smile. “Not really, no. Either it was me who was in a relationship or you, but I’ve always fancied you, sweets. It may’ve started as a crush, but then my agent told me you would be in Knives Out, and I just had to text you after disappearing for… weeks?” The woman chuckled gently. “More like months to almost a year, but we’re staying with weeks to make you feel better about it, love.”

He grinned at that before turning to face her parents again. “And then one came to the other, we grabbed a couple of coffees, I realized she finally wasn’t taken anymore, and I practically jumped the gun at her on our last day of shooting.” She accepted the kiss to her temple again. “That’s why you two seemed too familiar and… cozy on that carpet. Young lady…” Her father grinned a cheeky grin, and YN returned the exact same one on her face. “I’ve learned from the best,” she winked at him, meaning the innocent but nonetheless loving moments she always witnessed when they were out in public, and her father and mother behaved like lovesick teenagers—but the adorable kind, with long gazes and lingering hugs without pulling too much attention from passerby’s.

“We are really happy for you two,” Cho-Hee said with a loving smile. “Is your dog somewhere? He is part of the family as well, after all,” she smiled, and Chris nodded with a grin. “He is. Jus’ a sec’.” He took the iPad from the stand and switched the camera while filming the space underneath the table where Dodger still sat between YN’s slightly parted legs, head resting on her mid-thigh. His eyes looked up at him and the iPad, but he didn’t move an inch, reveling in the scratches and petting continuously provided by YN. “He is enamored by her,” the man chuckled, listening to the cooing echoing from the speakers before moving the iPad back up and switching the camera again. “So, the Evans boys have something in common,” In-Sung laughed, and Chris just had to laugh alongside him. “That’s probably true,” he continued to grin and looked over at YN with a lovestruck expression as she checked the clock.

“We won’t hold you from your sleep any longer.” Her parents smiled at their only child, visible pride on their faces. “But Mom?” Cho-Hee hummed in question. “Could you find me the recipes for Gamjatang, Kongguksu, and Doenjang jjigae? I think you still have the recipe book of halmeoni (grandma), and I forgot to write it down when I last visited you.” Her mother nodded with a soft smile. “Of course, my love. I will look for it tomorrow morning.”

YN mumbled a gentle “Thanks, eomma” and leaned closer to Chris. “It was a real pleasure to meet you officially, Chris. As soon as domestic travel is allowed again, you two must visit so the rest of the family can meet him.” Both nodded at the words of In-Sung, and both couples waved their goodbyes and ended the FaceTime call.

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Chris laid outstretched on the sofa after he had changed into a Red Sox shirt and watched the baseball game on the tv screen until YN ventured into the living room—clad in a pair of sports tights and one of his shirts. He moved a bit so his back was resting against the armrest, and welcomed her with open arms as YN climbed atop of him.

“Do you think they like me?” He just had to ask that question because it had ghosted through his mind since they ended the call an hour ago. The woman smiled down at him and continued to play with his long fingers. “After you showed off your Korean skills?” Chris smiled bashfully up at her and wrapped his arms around her back as she leaned down. Their lips almost touched as she spoke again. “They adored you from the beginning,” she whispered and kissed him tenderly. “Yeah?” YN nodded at his question. “Totally,” she stressed and giggled as something came to her mind. “Mom wrote me a few minutes ago. Told me again to really try to make you tag along when I visit the family again. Called you sawikkam.”

He looked confused, and YN giggled again, pressing another kiss to his lips. “It means future son-in-law or prospective son-in-law. A person who’s worthy of being their daughter’s husband.” A glowing smile stretched across his face, anxiety instantly gone. “Oh, is that so?” She hummed, lips still partially connected. “It’s a great honor.” Another kiss was pressed to his softly parted lips. “My mom never said that to any of my boyfriends before you, so… You have their blessing if you ever think about going that path. You don’t have to, of course, and you don’t need to feel pressured into anything if you don’t think it’s what you wa—…”

Chris couldn’t let her end that ludicrous sentence and just pulled her incredibly close to kiss her like a man possessed. “Stop that thought right there,” he huskily whispered and let his hands wander over her back to her butt, closing his fingers around the cheeky globes and pulling her body closer to him after he had sat up on the couch. “We’re in this for the long run, sweetheart. As if I could let you go again.” A soft laugh escaped YN as she wrapped her legs around his slender waist and let him kiss her again like he loved her more than anything.

And in Chris’ opinion, precisely that was the case.

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chrisevans I met her parents, so it’s time to make this social media-official, I guess ❤️

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scottevansgram I can finally show off with all the pictures and videos I have of her scaring the living daylight out of you! A victory for humankind!

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↳ anthonymackie I’m interested in said footage 👀

yourinstagram You used a very pretty picture, handsome. A wonder it doesn’t have the quality of a photo from one of those conspiracy websites allegedly showing Area 51 💀

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↳ liz_olsen rip Chris Evans 5/11/2020

↳ chrisevans Do you try to insult my perfectly working phone?

↳ yourinstagram I not only tried—I did 😘

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evansstan My life finally has meaning again 😱

lisa_capuano I’m so happy for you two ❤️

↳ yourinstagram Thank you, Mama Evans 👉🏻👈🏻

↳ lisa_capuano I’ll swing by later to leave some treats out at your door, sweets ❤️

↳ yourfan1 Mama Evans loves YN SO MUCH 🥹

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chrisstan1 I saw you once at the café I worked, and I saw how happy you two already were. I’m really, really happy for you, Chris <3

imsebastianstan So happy for you two. Though I need to demand some alone time with my best friend post-lockdown!

↳ chrisevans Which of us do you mean? Choose your words wisely, Seb 👀

↳ yourinstagram He obviously meant me, love 👸🏻

↳ imsebastianstan I actually did, yeah. Sorry, C, but I knew her longer

↳ chrisevans That’s how betrayal feels like. Wow. 💀

↳ yourinstagram Don’t act all drama queen on social media, Chris. I can see your grin from the other side of the kitchen 👀

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↳ yn_and_chris I love them, your honor 🥺

yourfan2 Thank you for making her so happy, Chris! ❤️

↳ yourfan3 +1

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Sorry for adding that social media bit, but my brain screamed at me to just go with the flow and do it 👉🏻👈🏻 Hope y’all enjoyed this one and don’t come for my head because I wrote this as a non-Korean. If I did something wrong Korean-wise, please let me know! I appreciate your help a lot, especially as a beginner learner. Gotta learn from those mistakes 👌🏻 I’m super unhappy with the ending and how this one turned out bc I’ve never introduced my partners to my parents bc they never cared enough lol. As usual: comments, reblogs, and likes are much appreciated!

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