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mists-reading-nook · 1 year

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{Celestial Ball} {Romantic} {Partner - Tsaritsa} {Genshin Impact} Sorry for the mistakes, I have to use a translator -----------------

When opening the celestial ball, a sound was heard in the distance, as if a herd of animals were approaching, all kinds of animals were heard, the roar of a lion, the howl of a wolf and even the neighing of horses that signaled the arrival of a new celestial at the ball.

This one who appeared at the entrance gate, making the oxygen in the place simply disappear because of his expression that of anger that was almost instinctive for the same one who only spoke slowly and harshly his voice echoed like thunder, those with instincts or even animal parts felt that they were facing a predator…. Lions, cats and even a certain dragon felt a shiver down their spine, what they saw was simply indescribable , a beast that couldn't be described by words… Maybe there aren't even words to say what it is, the simplest way to describe it is: Skrapnir

I don't like social events… Let alone loud noises, normally I would just ignore it but the effort for such an event pleases me… So, my dear, if you can do the honors

He spoke to his companion at his side, the powerful and benevolent glacial goddess tsaritsa who dropped one of her knees to the ground, leaving the confused celestial only to gently take his scarred hand and place a ring decorated with a sapphire jewel, the the effect was almost instantaneous, the angry expression disappearing from the celestial's face to be replaced by one of surprise mixed with embarrassment.

The celestial who had arrived at the ball, is known as Skrapnir the deity of fury and bestiality, his biggest impediment to attending the ball being his infinite anger that has to be contained, forming a serious expression on his face of concentration at all times, however, with the help of Tsaritsa and her fatuis agents, they managed to create a ring that would be able to temporarily inhibit this fury so that they could enjoy the ball with their companion, it was not mandatory that way of putting on the ring that resembled a request for marriage, Skrapnir didn't understand the reason but maybe it was just a way for the Tsaritsa to show off in front of other acolytes how close she was to divinity.

His clothing resembled that of a general, with a huge black overcoat that at the end of his back extended forming 7 derivations of what looked like a tail, each representing an element and its connection with that region, underneath a kind of black suit, with a tie that also represented all the elements and their archons

His height is average despite his high rank and power, with a normal 1.62, wavy hair and heterochromatic eyes, the one on the right being scarlet and the one on the left brown, his body was not a ''Greek god'', with his belly Slightly large but not alarmingly large, his arms were battle scarred and had a certain amount of visible muscle (If you need a picture to get a bearing, it's similar to Sig Curtis from FMA)

After his brief introduction, he gently held Tsaritsa's hand and led her further into the ball, greeting acquaintances and even introducing himself to strangers, something that would be impossible with his normal anger… But the only thing that what mattered at that moment besides the food that looked delicious was the reason for having come with

Looking deep into Tsaritsa's eyes with a smile that even though it showed her sharp teeth, she tried to be as gentle as possible and then she asked

Would you do me the honor of this dance?

That moment was simply one of the most important for him, as he would have to bear the consequences of simply inhibiting his anger for that ball afterwards… A living fury that would not be happy to have been frozen, and he would enjoy that night before your troubles catch up with you

{In terms of explanation, Skrapnir is one of the gods of creation of the world, but it was not he who gave life to beings or shaped the world. He was in charge of giving meaning to the forests, seas and caves, creating both wild animals and monsters, he was in charge of taking care of the fury of the world within himself, negative feelings are stored within himself so that the beings themselves do not destroy your world. Unfortunately he was the only creator who survived his dimension due to a battle between the creators themselves for greater power, which even ironically he was the only one who contained his fury not to participate, staying alive and deciding to protect HIS Teyvat until his last day of existence, or until his rage consumes him completely. The shortness of breath he had caused was nothing less than the simple presence of his fury, similar to the Hulk, the angrier he is, the stronger he is, but he does not only rely on that power, his main characteristic as a the divinity of bestiality, is the ability to copy the capabilities of any beast, monster or creature at will and even being able to modify and improve them}

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Mist stared off into the distance,suprised by the sound of animals in the distance. As the God entered the ballroom,she could feel the tension in the air rise. Before she was able to go examine the situation,the young goddess by the celestials side seemed to calm him down. She approached anyway, smiling at the idea of meeting a Creator celestial so similar to herself. She climed the carpeted stairs up to the entrance of the ballroom. "Hello,and welcome to the ball. You must be Skarpnir." She spoke as she approached the couple. The celestial stared at her for a moment before nodding.

"You are...?" He raised an eyebrow,voice trailing off at the end of the question.

"Ah,apologies. I have yet to introduce myself. I am Mist,the hostess of this event." She bows deeply,a smile on her face. "It's lovely to meet a Deity so similar to myself." The god looked confused.

"Similar? In what way are we similar?" It was Mist's turn to be confused now.

"You are a Creator God of beasts are you not?" The Celestial nodded hesitantly. "Then we are quite similar. I may not be a God of beasts,but I specialize in nature nonetheless. It's an honor to meet a Deity who is even a little similar to me. I don't get to often." Skarpnir's expression changes from one of confusion to one of understanding.

"Yes,I guess it is...nice." Skarpnir responds,slightly taken aback at that idea. He hadn't realized that there even were celestial Deities like him. And while Mist didn't share his internal anger,she understood him to a certain degree,one that only the Archon standing next to him could match. Mist smiles again,looking back out onto the ball before sighing.

"I suppose I should get back to the ball now. Please,enjoy. If you ever wish to speak to me,simply look out for me on the ballroom floor." She bows to him deeply,before again decending down the carpeted stairs back onto the ballroom floor. Skarpnir smiles and holds out his arm for the Tsaritsa to take,which she does. They decend down together,many eyes locking onto the couple. Skarpnir supposes that he should take the Goddess up on her offer,but not now. For now,he was going to enjoy the Ball to it's fullest,with his rage safely secured. The music began to slow,and he took the hand of his beloved as the first slow dance begun.

*****

#genuinely sorry this took so long #i didnt see the ask :[#♡mist answer's<3♡#sagau #genshin impact sagau #genshin sagau #♡♧the celestial ball♧♡

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septembersghost · 1 year

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This could be an unpopular opinion but Taylor is partially responsible for the 'paternity test' that went on till reputation. The secret messages in the first place where the reason for people to get intrigued and connect it to people she dated. She definitely didn't deserve the slutshaming and I know she was quite young but she really enjoyed that 'clues' at first which became a double edged sword

I am saying this because existence of secret messages is what led me to find muses behind these songs and see them as more than nameless faceless people. She got people curious and combined it with the fact that she dated people who are really famous led people to theorise(This is no way slutshaming her.Noone deserves that treatment from media or public. I just revealed my thoughts on how she innocently gave her personal details on silver platter. This is something her publicist should have known better about)

so i think an issue here is conflating her relationship to us and her relationship to the press, which have overlap but were fundamentally different when she began her career. i firmly believe everyone has the right to tell their own stories and speak their own truth, and she wanted to orient us in her stories and bring us into her music. like you said, she shared that innocently, not realizing it would be weaponized against her, and then once it was weaponized against her, to some degree she used what she could as defense. the secret messages were for us. inescapably the press used that against her, but that wasn't her fault. she couldn't predict that or the damage it would do to her. it also wasn't her fault that she happened to be very famous dating very famous men, and that being impossible to keep private because we live in a society that has a baked-in element of celebrity culture and interest, for better or worse, and people have been interested in society gossip for far longer than our modern times (we could stretch that back to royal courts as far as ancient egypt. gossip probably existed as soon as human speech did). taylor hiding "sam sam sam sam sam sam" or "maple lattes" in the liner notes is something she chose to do to let us in so that *we* would understand her emotions and diaristic writing and truth; the press picking her apart, excoriating her, and slut shaming her was out of her control and would've happened *without* her giving us clues anyway - and might've even made it worse because at least fans inherently knew what her stories meant to her along the way (she rightfully stopped leaving the secret messages because her music has even further clarity now, she doesn't need them, and yet look at the mess of discourse with people not recognizing the simplest things and most obvious allusions and connections on midnights...). beyond this, she was constantly having to behave and hold her tongue, and don't talk about politics or opinions, and be a good role model and a good girl and don't grow up. as she said at her commencement speech: I was a teenager in the public eye at a time when our society was absolutely obsessed with the idea of having perfect young female role models. It felt like every interview I did included slight barbs by the interviewer about me one day ‘running off the rails.’ That meant a different thing to every person who said it to me. So I became a young adult while being fed the message that if I didn’t make any mistakes, all the children of America would grow up to be perfect angels. However, if I did slip up, the entire earth would fall off its axis and it would be entirely my fault and I would go to pop star jail forever and ever. It was all centered around the idea that mistakes equal failure and ultimately, the loss of any chance at a happy or rewarding life.

her publicist at that point was not conducive to her growth as an artist or a woman. the secret messages were one of the few means she had of revealing things to us that we'd recognize without saying or giving away too much. i don't personally think it's a bad thing she enjoyed or had fun with them either. she liked letting us in! it was only the extreme depth of the hatred and trauma in 2015-16 that forced her to pivot, and then finding a partner in joe who she desperately wanted to hold onto and a relationship she wanted to protect apart from the noise and apart from the "nasty world that just wants to ruin things." we can't blame a young woman in her teens and twenties for wanting a way to connect with her listeners and openly share her experiences in whatever way she could. she also does have a petty streak and justifiable anger. the pettiness typically comes out in biting humor (the joe j doll was ironically hilarious, ibytam says everything it needs to say and allows her that space to make fun of an ex after such depth of shattering heartbreak), and the anger as a raw nerve (mad woman, wcs), but jaime said the other day something along the lines of, if someone really dislikes her pettiness or her anger, then to some degree that's to dislike her in general because it's not engaging with the full scope of her person. she is uncommonly kind, giving, and sensitive, she is passionate and earnest and quirky, that doesn't mean she doesn't make mistakes, or isn't allowed her fury and hurt and bitterness. or that she shouldn't have ever made her stories clear, that was her choice! i also don't think she's wrong in saying she doesn't have to consider her exes' experiences when she's releasing her own work. it's hers.

the paternity test quote in itself is somewhat disingenuous and her leaning into the character of reputation - that was for the media more than anything. it's multilayered, but it's like thinking folklore/evermore are entirely fiction when they're very much a lot of truth and inspired by lived feelings, or like her saying bejeweled is about her coming back into more sparkly pop music again. that's not what the song in its original form is about, but you can add that layer to it. we can find new facets to her songwriting and meaning, make our own personal meanings, and see where she's addressing more than one experience. she's never really obfuscated anything. even with rep, at the secret sessions, she told fans and encouraged them to share that every love song on the record was about joe. she mentioned him during lover press, their daily life has thankfully been kept private, but their relationship isn't at all hidden. rep is not a mystery, it's kind of *why* she didn't need to explain it.

not directed at what you said since i know you're not blaming her, but in general it's strange to me that she gets such outsized criticism for this when you can pull up practically any famous artist and point directly to their experiences and important relationships and muses that informed their work. it would be like saying we can't read keats and think about his poems in relation to fanny brawne and his illness. or we can't recognize how wild it was for stevie nicks and lindsay buckingham to be writing songs about one another that they then had to perform together on stage. artists always pull from their personal lives and audiences always are curious what that inspiration might be, it's just the nature of art.

i don't believe that hearing the songs, understanding their full depth, and knowing what she experienced and what she's sharing, including that the knowledge behind them then gives songs a flesh and blood connection rather than being nameless and faceless, is at all a negative thing, i think it's humanizing and gives them their richness as they intertwine across her career and journey.

#anonymous #letterbox #sorry if any of this sounds harsh bc that is not how i mean it at all!#i just have a lot of feelings about this because somehow with taylor this has been treated as shameful rather than human and normal #and she could never have predicted what would happen simply from her being authentic in her writing #thrown out speeches #taylor swift

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avee155 · 1 year

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comicaurora · 2 years

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Hey Red, after seeing all of the tutorials, I'm wondering: What's your favorite special effect (fire, lightning, ice, etc.) to draw?

Honestly I like lightning the best because it is so, so easy compared to the others. It's a very localized and targeted effect. It's fine-grained enough that you don't lose any detailing, and you can even use it to highlight other things - like on this page, where I cheat and use lightning the same way I'd use non-diegetic squiggles to indicate that Kendal is shaking.

Ice also isn't too hard to make look good, especially if you use ambient fog effects to make it feel more atmospheric and cold, but the end result is honestly pretty basic unless you're willing to go super hard on the transparency. I remember this page took me a while even though the end result looks so simple - I was playing around with a lot of stuff and none of it really worked better than ambient fog and a little bubbling.

Fire I like conceptually, but as that tutorial post indicated, it's a tricky beast to handle, especially when you need lots of it. I'm still not 100% happy with any of the pages that show large blocks of fire, like Dainix's transformed hand - it really feels better for the small-scale highlighting rather than the large swaths of fire, which often end up looking fairly uniform and essentially "blowing out the exposure" on the drawing - a similar issue found when filming fire. The technique doesn't feel perfected yet, really. It is great for the highlighting, though, and it also lets me cheat like the lightning effect does - extra flaring around Dainix's eye making him look more wide-eyed and distressed, for instance.

Wind is the effect I feel like I cheat the most with. It's pretty much impossible to convincingly draw wind, because it's air and air is invisible. The real way to draw wind is to represent it solely by the effect it has on the environment around it, but I don't have that kind of time, so we get blurred bluish-purple glowy lines and that's it.

Stone effects I love because they're so easy. Rocks are solid objects and adding a glow effect to them is barely an issue. Even a magma-y glow isn't too complicated. They don't lose detailing and it isn't hard to figure out how they'd look under these circumstances.

Life effects I have mixed feelings about. On the one hand, they are so pretty. The simplest ones where I just paint glowy highlights along the effect or make the outline of the vegetation grow are actually also simple to do, which is a bonus, but the more complicated effects are where things get dicey. They use the fractal curlicue patterns I'd doodle in my notebooks in class, and they're very satisfying to draw, but, like all fractals, they are incredibly time-consuming. Even just drawing the plants without the glow can get time-consuming for the same reason. It takes a lot of detailing before a plant effect looks realistically fractal. Heck, if you look at this one, I definitely cheated - it gives the impression of being woven together from a huge mass of vines and roots, but a lot of it is just solid green with a mossy texture.

And adding the glowy life effects adds another layer of complication. I don't want to spoil so I can't show the example panels I'm currently thinking of, but there's a page in this chapter where just the glowy life effects took me an entire worknight, and that was after the underlying plant life also took its own worknight. But it's mixed feelings because there's something very satisfying about it, so even though it takes me a very long time I really enjoy doing it.

And then void magic is 100% easy mode in the effects department. Solid black shapes with purple highlighting and underglow. Drawing that is like a vacation. Even at its most intricate it's just a matter of adding black-and-purple no-glow versions of other tried-and-true effects, like cinders or lightning.

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aphee-sheiz · 3 years

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Hellooo, At this moment I have a desease that everything I listen reminds me to Levihan. Do you have any song that remind you on them?

Dear anon! I'm late for good three weeks for this. You have probably caught and cured your disease five more times already. I'm sorry, I'll explain!

I swear to God, no song felt good enough. Not only did I believe that posting just one song would mean disappointing you, but finding even one felt like an impossible task.

Of course I had a couple of those that reminded me of levihan. I'm lh trash for a reason. The simplest example would be one of AOT songs, actually, which many associate with levihan:

Hiroyuki Sawano - Call your name feat. Gemie

It screams ch132 at the top of its lungs. I don't even need to quote+screenshot for it myself, I can link an amv that does it much better than I could ever:

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Thing is, it's... Only about the 126/132 events.

Levihan is tragic love. "Tragic" and "love" are of equal importance in this description; and when a song only captures one or another, it doesn't feel exactly right for those two. That's what happens with Call your name: it's all about the tragic part.

So I cast it aside and decided to think about something else.

What about the love part? What genre would even suit levihan? And the lyrics should definitely be about eternal commitment to each other, or at least hint to it. Andrea Bocelli's name visited my head, and in the end, I went with a very famous song of his.

Saara Aalto, Teemu Roivainen - Con Te Partirò

I chose their version mostly because it's a duet. The song is definitely about commitment, and especially in the context of levihan - is bittersweet.

Con te partirò // I will leave with you

Paesi che non ho mai // To countries I never

Veduto e vissuto con te // Saw and shared with you,

Adesso so li vivrò // Now, yes, I shall experience them.

Con te partirò // I will leave with you

Su navi per mari che, // On ships across seas,

Io lo so // Which, I know,

No, no, non esistono più // No, no, exist no longer,

Con te io li rivivrò // With you I shall experience them again

I do hope my choice of manga panels makes sense

And why can't I settle with this one, why do I say it fits, but not perfectly? Because of how light it sounds. I don't see sweet sorrow in levihan; in their tragedy, there is grief and devastation.

And then TundrainAfrica's Lovebug got updated with the 12th chapter. I wouldn't want to spoil anything by going into details (if you still haven't read it, what are you waiting for?), but raw emotions described in it so vividly mixed with this popular headcanon of Levi being French in my head, and made me remember just one phrase:

Je t'aime

And while it's very common to know how to say "I love you" in multiple languages - let alone in French - I knew exactly where I had learned it from.

Lara Fabian - Je t'aime

I didn't know the lyrics, and of course their meaning was a secret to me, too. And I was so excited to discover how well they fit.

Presque comme une mère // Almost like a mother

Tu me bordais, me protégeais // You tucked me up, protected me

À bout de mots, de rêves // Out of words and dreams

Je vais crier // I want to scream

Je t'aime // I love you

Comme un fou, comme un soldat // Like a fool, like a soldier

Comme une star de cinéma // Like a movie star

Satan nous regardait danser // Devil watched us dance

Tu vois, je t'aime comme ça // You see, I love you that way

And that is, anon, my ultimate levihan song, standing alone on its high socle among many others. Epic and fatal masterpiece.

And anon, at this point, you've already noticed how picky I am. There are probably hundreds more songs that fit levihan just as well or even better. I suggest you check out levihan discord server, songs-for-levihan channel in particular. It'd probably be a treasure chest for you.

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You guys, I enjoy all asks - anonymous and not, on personal and fandom matters! Ask me things.

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tyunniverse · 4 years

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FRIENDS FOR A DAY (2)

pair: yeonjun x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 2654

parts: 1 | 2

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It had been a long time since Yeonjun felt like this. Sometimes life in general had become too much to bear and the things that used to make him happy weren't working for him anymore. Times spent alone slowly became more frequent for him than times he'd spent with his friends.

He'd skipped the first day, not wanting to go back to that routine life just yet. And towards the start of the day, he would never have imagined meeting you and getting to spend the day doing things that strayed far from any of the schedules he'd previously planned. A breath of fresh air was what he liked to call it, and he had you to thank for that.

Unlike him, everything was new to you; a new city, a new school, new people, and a whole new life ahead. Yeonjun felt a little envious after realizing it when you'd talked more about yourselves during lunch, but after seeing how you seemed to enjoy every single second of your little sight seeing endeavor, he thought that maybe he could also be a part of something new in your life.

Best friends.

You had agreed to be his best friend from today onwards; the pendant around your neck serving as proof. Yeonjun finds his hand wandering over to his pocket, holding on to his old necklace.

Half of a star. He'd bought it a few years back. The necklace had a similar purpose with the one he was wearing now— meant to be worn separately by two different people. In his case, he had bought it as a whole and had decided to keep one half of it still in its case, stashed inside his closet. His reasons for purchasing it never really felt clear even to him but he also wouldn't call it an impulsive decision. Yeonjun liked to think that he'd be able to find a use for it in the future.

"Yeonjun." You call for his attention, pointing at the posters plastered on a random shop's wall. "It says that the annual carnival will be opening tonight. Wanna go?"

Yeonjun grins. Opportunities somehow kept showing up right in front of his doorstep. "Yeah, only if you want to though. Afterall, I'm only the tour guide for today."

"Shut up." You hold back a smile. "Have you been there before?"

Yeonjun repeats the question in his mind. As someone one would consider pretty popular, you'd expect him to be no stranger in hanging out at fun places like an annual carnival, but that's just it. Yeonjun had never visited that Carnival once ever since it opened. His friends had asked him to tag along but something about it just never seemed to make him want to.

"No." Yeonjun answers, scratching the back of his head. "If we end up going then this would be my first time too." The first time he'd actually wanted to go.

"I guess we're going then." You grin and Yeonjun finds himself smiling back. "It says here that the Carnival's just around the corner so it'd probably be okay if we just walked there."

"Yeah."

The two of you make your way to the Carnival. You still had a good amount of time left before it opened so a few quick stops at some stalls along the way didn't do any harm.

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In all honesty, Yeonjun didn't even know when and how he'd ended up holding your hand, laughing his heart off by the time you arrived at the entrance but it all just happened somehow. Was it the when your ice cream cone almost landed straight on his shoe earlier? Or when his hand nearly hit you square in the face when he noticed a bug flying towards you? It could've even been when a group of old ladies started hitting on him at the handbag boutique and all you did was stand there shaking, wanting to laugh your ass off.

No matter what the reason was, he liked this. Somehow, it just felt right.

The two of you pay for the tickets before heading inside. The place was larger than any of you had ever expected, cleaner too. People of all ages were enjoying their carnival experience to the fullest. Children were running around with their guardians following closely behind, couples and groups of friends chatting along and taking pictures— Yeonjun could swear he saw two old men arguing over who gets to take a picture with the mascot first.

"So, which ride do you wanna go on first?" You ask, turning to him.

"Well, how about that one." Yeonjun points at the viking and you feel yourself getting more and more excited.

"NICE—" Before Yeonjun knew it, you were dragging him around to every single ride at the carnival.

You liked to keep count of everytime Yeonjun freaked out while you went on the rides, and Yeonjun liked to do the same. Despite the thrill of being at a carnival keeping you hyped up, there were a few times when you had overestimated your tolerance with being thrown around. Yeonjun nearly puked twice: once at the twister, and a second time on the rollercoaster. Even you were almost a victim by the rollercoaster's loops.

Yeonjun had claimed he was an expert at navigating haunted house attractions, stating, "I've been watching horror movies all my life. Nothing scares me at this point, tbh." True enough, nothing scared Yeonjun except every single ominous decoration and jump scares the haunted house threw at him. You weren't too fond of horror yourself, but you ended up trying to be the brave one after Yeonjun basically clung to you half of the time. It didn't help whenever you freaked out since you ended up losing Yeonjun after he not so subtly abandons you at the slightest suspicious sound. It was a miracle you made it out in one piece.

"Yeah, so, uh, sorry about that." Yeonjun laughs it off the moment you two got out.

"Sure but you should know that I'm never gonna let you live it down." You tell him, smiling widely as you hold up the photos you received from one of the staff. "I got evidence."

Yeonjun snatches the photos from your hands. "Bold of you to assume these'll affect me— oh." It definitely did.

You watch as he slips the photos inside his jacket as if it wasn't obvious enough that he was trying to hide it from you. "Nice try but," You take out another batch of photos and wave it around. "Boom. Two copies."

"Wow, okay."

The two of you ended up laughing at each other before you suggest in trying out the stalls. They say time flies by fast when you're having fun and they couldn't be more right. There had been an unspoken competition between you and Yeonjun of who can win the most prizes and let's just say you weren't about to let yourself lose. By the time you got tired, you had a total of three plushies and a bunch of candy bars stuffed in your pockets and well, Yeonjun had the exact amount of prizes you had.

"Fine. It's a draw for now but only because I'm tired." Yeonjun holds the plushies tighter. "We should really get a bag for this. I wonder if we can get a huge plastic bag somewhere."

"Nah, we can just put em in here." You take off your back pack, opening it wide. "I'm sure it can fit all six of them. They're small enough." You were lucky that they did, finally leaving your hands free.

"Wait." Yeonjun pauses after putting the last of his plushies inside. "How can I be sure you won't just take my plushies for yourself after we leave? I'm pretty easy to distract so—"

"If you forget to get them back then I'll just hand them to you tomorrow at school. You go to HSU too, right?" You tell him.

"Yeah, but how will you contact me?"

"Obviously, we exchange numbers."

Yeonjun blinks. Of course that'd be the simplest solution but still. He'd been talking about staying as friends even after all this but the thought of exchanging numbers hadn't really crossed his mind. He takes out his phone and the two of you quickly added each other as contacts, somehow feeling a bit closer after the exchange.

"While we're at it—" Yeonjun pulls you in closer as he bends down. Only now that you've felt Yeonjun's warmth close to you have you noticed how cold it actually was outside . It takes you a few seconds to register that he wants to take a few selfies.

You bust out a smile and tried to go along with whatever weird faces and poses he did. "Send them to me later." You say after examining the photos. There's one where Yeonjun mimicked a kissing motion near your cheek, making you smile. Who would've expected you two were total strangers up until a few hours ago.

"Got room for one last ride?" Yeonjun asks as you return his phone.

"Yeah, sure. Which one?"

"Don't ask as if you don't know. I'm pretty sure you left this one out on purpose."

Perhaps unconsciously, you did. In every single movie that involved the two characters going to a carnival, for some reason, they always left the Ferris Wheel for last. It's not like you wanted something grand to happen when you ride it, but more like you just wanted to get a good view of the entire carnival before leaving. It seemed like the perfect final attraction.

Yeonjun notices how you've gone quiet and decided to hold your hand, pulling you along. "Let's go before the place closes."

"Okay." You look up at him, nodding.

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The Ferris Wheel ride wasn't all you had expected it to be. It looked pretty slow in the movies but right now? You were about to puke.

"Yeonjun, wait." You hold on to Yeonjun who was sitting opposite to you.

The Ferris Wheel was going too fast to your liking and you started feeling dizzy. Getting a good view of the carnival seemed impossible at this point and looking at your partner made you even more miserable.

Yeonjun was having the time of his life. He loved the feeling in his stomach whenever the ride went down, and the fact that you were lowkey suffering right in front of him made him laugh even harder.

The speed went on for a few more rounds until it finally slows down. Your heart and probably everything else stilled once the ride came to a complete stop just as your car reached the top. "Thank God. I felt like I was going to die."

"Well, you're safe for now." Yeonjun grins, leaning back in his heat. "You wanted to enjoy the view, right? We'll be stuck here for probably about a minute or two so enjoy it while it lasts."

"Yeah." You smile back, looking outside the window.

The winds were colder up there, reminding you of how warm it felt when you stood close to Yeonjun earlier. Yeonjun catches you warming yourself up with your hands and chuckles. He takes off his jacket and hands it over to you. "Here, put this on."

"Thanks." You quickly put his jacket on. Usually you'd go for the polite route and turn him down but if you were going to continue this friendship business then you weren't about to suffer in the cold when the dude's practically handing you a solution.

Yeonjun gives you a little smile before you continue to admire the view. Down there, the lights almost looked like a sea of stars. The music around the place didn't really help set the mood but somehow, the mixture of it along with the laughter and delightful screams of the other visitors made it feel right. After everything that happened today, you felt like it was the right decision to end the day with this breathtaking sight.

And Yeonjun couldn't agree more. The lights below reflected in your eyes in a way that made the atmosphere lighter. He could tell you were happy and right now, that seemed to be enough for him.

The Ferris Wheel began moving. Yeonjun snickers as he felt you grab for his hand, worried that the ride might throw you off once more, but it didn't. The way down was slow, allowing you to enjoy the ride in peace. Your pendant started to shine, reflecting the lights. It reminded him of everything that happened, from the moment you two met and agreed on a friendship that would last for only a day, up until now where he held your hand on the Ferris Wheel after deciding to be friends for real this time. The pendant became the sole proof of that friendship and Yeonjun couldn't help but wonder if the ones he bought a few years back would truly be of any use in the future. But what would it symbolize for? Who knows, he might just give you the other half.

Your car comes to a stop and the doors open. The realization that the day has officially come to an end left you feeling disappointed. Yeonjun squeezes your hand, bringing your attention to him. He gestures for the two of you to get up and you do, finally stepping back on the ground.

Both you and Yeonjun felt that the way back to the entrance was too fast. It really did seem like the two of you wouldn't see each other again despite the fact you went to the same university. The thought felt silly but that's just how the carnival experience gets to you.

"I guess this is it." Yeonjun speaks up first. "You live pretty far from here, right? I can take you home if you want."

"It's okay. My cousin lives nearby and I texted her earlier that I'd be staying over." You tell him, not wanting him to worry. "How about you? Will you be alright on your own?"

"Yeah, definitely." Yeonjun reassures, holding up his hands. "Oh, and by the way. Is it okay if I leave the plushies on your bag for now? I can't exactly carry them on the way back. If it's ok with you."

"Don't worry. You can just take them back tomorrow." You grin and Yeonjun smiles back. "Also, I'm keeping your jacket for now. I'll return it after I clean it up."

"I can work with that." He shouldn't feel this happy but he did. In a way, he was able to find an excuse to meet up with you tomorrow without things getting awkward. Maybe this friendship could work out afterall.

"Thanks for today. Honestly, this was the most fun I've had ever since I got here." You say, taking one last look at him.

I should be the one to thank you. "You know, I have a lot of things I wanna say to you right now but I think I'm gonna wait until I feel like it."

"Huh?"

"Nothing. I'll text you later." Yeonjun gives you a quick pat on the shoulder before running off to the opposite direction. "See you at school! And don't forget to bring the kids!"

You raise a brow. Did he just refer to the plushies as his kids?

He felt dumb, running away from you. The longer he stayed, the more he had trouble leaving, which was new for him. It's been a while since he actually found someone he'd like to hang out with and he was having trouble controlling his excitement. Soon, you'd be able to visit each other's houses, hang out more freely, talk about your days as if it were nothing, and get to know each other more. Honestly speaking, Yeonjun couldn't wait for that day to come but I guess he'll just have to start with tomorrow.

#txt imagines #txt x reader #yeonjun imagines #yeonjun imagine #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun fluff #yeonjun

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essercipertuttienonperse · 3 years

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Hi, I just read your post about the job thing and how you envied people who knew what they wanted todo for a living since they were kids, and as someone who decided what their live was gonna be since they were 6 yo, I can tell you that is not as wonderful as it seams, when you've dreamed about something absolutely specific, failure becomes the biggest thread on your life, you doubt every step you take cause somehow you know that the smallest mistake can take you away from your goal. When you've grown planning every step to achieve something, that tends to become the neuralgic point on your life (in my own experience it became the reason I lived) and when you finally misstep or things don't go as planned, life hits you like a bus, everything comes down around you and life loses its sense, your start asking yourself if you spent your life chasing the impossible, you start doubting your own worth. I know is dramatic but is the best description I can give.

My point is no matter how much or less you have your life figured out, nothing is for certain, the simplest things in live are the ones that will keep you going at the end of the day, dreams and goals are important but is more important enjoying every opportunity, hobbie, subject, experience, giving yourself the chance of being multiple versions of you through your life than focusing on a single thing.

hi! first of all thank you for sharing your experience!! I appreciate that and I'm happy you felt like you could share it with me <3

and I can totally see how being in that situation must put a whole lot of pressure!! I think it's kinda funny and sad that we're all here admiring/envying people who seem in different/better situations and in reality they're also doing that to us sjgj i think maybe in general this stuff is overwhelming for everyone and each of us tries to go at it in the best way we can but yeah :/ and I don't think you're being dramatic!! judging by your words, that kind of thinking caused you to go through not so nice moments and I'm really sorry, I hope you can pass through them and eventually come out on the other side !!

and I totally agree with your last point, even if sometimes I forget it!! life should be so much more than our career/jobs and I hope we can both be happy and love our lives in the future <3 thank you again for your words !! ❤

#ask #anon #i hope you have a wonderful day love☀️#i hope my answer was enough sjgj i never know what to say !!#but i really appreciate people taking the time to write these and also the courage to put them on paper AND send them to someone!!!

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mrdanielbond · 5 years

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Bond’s New Flatmate (Chpt. 9)

“Just trust me...”

Summary: As a way of helping cope with the troubles you’ve faced for the last two months, Jonathan decides to treat you to a holiday to Geneva and it is a well deserved break. A holiday with a hunk you like to drink with? What could possibly go wrong?

A/N: I don't think this chapter is as great as it could have been, I'm going to be honest. There is a little Night Manager reference...If any of you get the hint. ;) Remember Jonathan is an actor of your choice!

The two of you sat in a train cabin, heading for the airport in Ireland after stopping for a connection flight to Geneva. During this time, you enjoyed the idea of going abroad with a friend as you hadn’t been abroad in years, maybe this was the well deserved break you were looking for after all. However, the handsome gentleman across you still left you with doubts ever since you decided to accept his offer. It did take you a few days and he was patient with you, then when you told him you would be joining you, he was elated.You hadn’t seen a man this way since your dear ‘husband’ had gotten married to you.

Oh yes. You forgot to tell Jonathan you were married. That conversation had still yet to be discussed, but your excuse was that you didn’t feel like you owed him anything. You knew the man for months and had been talking to him - hell you now can say that you’ve lived with him, but there was still a part of you that felt you didn’t know him that well enough to tell him everything about yourself. Especially after what happened with James. There was no way you were willing to let your guard down that easily.

“... I mean you think we know each other well but as far as I’m concerned, I’m currently on a train with a stranger, that I happen to live with, who could possibly shoot me.”

“First of all, shoot you? We wouldn’t even make it past the airport if I had possession of a firearm.” Jonathan retorted with his hand on his heart, posing with an offended face. “Secondly, I am offended you think I would do such a thing after spending all this money on the trip and with the money I plan to spend during it to!”

“Aren’t you meant to be going to work on this trip? Surely you’d get all expenses paid, accommodation, transport, everything else you need wherever you go abroad?” You remarked.

“Excuse me, I will have you know that I paid for this accommodation-”

“Did you now?”

“Yes Ma’am, I can confirm I did so you will be left very impressed with what I have to offer!” Jonathan chuckled as he sipped on his cup of earl grey.

“Like with the fact you hid from me that you live in a freaking penthouse that is larger than the house I grew up in?”

“I don’t go around saying that, especially to the women. I’d rather have them believing I’m a man of mystery.” He smirked proudly, causing you to subtly swoon over this man’s confidence. His cockiness was subdued and often made you laugh as he wasn’t the man to often talk that way when it came to women. “Look, in all honesty I just want you to trust me. I want you to know I won’t do anything that could potentially harm you or hurt your feelings. This trip is about having a good time, not for you to trust me less than you already do. Can we try working on that?”

Oh the sincere look got to you. You were both silent for a moment, before his eyebrows arched and his lips grew into a large grin. “Besides, you already have to live with me, it wouldn’t do you any harm to at least get along with your flatmate this time.”

“Fine.” You rolled your eyes and playfully huffed. “If that’s what it takes, I guess I can make something work.”

The journey had only gotten better after that. You both flew in business class, and had time to read, talk to each other. Eventually, your eyelids grew heavy and you found course slumping your head on his shoulder.

"You alright there?" He chuckled as he turned his attention from his book to you."

"I'm sorry, I'm tired."

"No it's fine, you don't have to move. Keep it like that. I wouldn't want you sleeping uncomfortable."

In all honesty, hadn’t minded, he was comfortable as long as you were beside him.

When you had both arrived to Geneva it was 11.30 pm and you were extremely exhausted after the long day of travelling. All you wanted to do was to get to the hotel and sleep until the next midday. That also reminded you, what did Jonathan have in mind when he said he had dealt with the accommodation? You were not fussy, but you were hoping he would not pull a stunt and try to book one bedroom because that would not end well. Especially considering he was trying to gain your trust and not lose it. This time your guard was staying up. He was not going to knock this down.

You were in complete awe at the beautiful city at night. The thousands of beaming lights from the houses and hotels, you could even see the lake in all its beauty and the faint outlines of the mountains in the midnight blue sky. The new fresh air made you sigh happily as Jonathan helped you with your bags into the taxi. You couldn’t help but smile at him. If this place was a complete magical place at night, imagine how captivating it was during the day. You had always dreamt of going skiing in the Swiss Alps travelling through Lake Geneva. Never had you thought there was a chance this could happen.

Neither were you prepared for the surprise you faced from Jonathan when you arrived at your hotel. It was a large chalet, vibrantly shining before you. Jonathan could see the smile on your face and was in awe by your fascination at that moment. He faced a warm feeling now seeing that you were excited, even though you did a good job of keeping composed.

The night manager stood at the counter smiling upon your arrival. “Good evening, I am the Night Manager, at your service.”

“Hello, I have a reservation under Harrington.” Jonathan stated.

“Harrington. Ah, we have been expecting you Mr. Harrington, you have booked the best room we have to offer. The Lake Geneva suite, five star quality, I’ll just grab the keys and show you to your room.”

The three of you made your way to the room together. Jonathan turned to you, seeing that you had your eyebrow raised and your arms folded. A reminder of the conversation you had on the plane, based on a joke about having a secretly prestigious background. The man turned to you and whispered, “It’s the name I have to use from the company. I know you’re looking at me as if I’m related to royalty, I swear to God I am not. My surname is far from it.”

Even with his breath against your ear, a tingling sensation emerged quickly. You know it was wrong and tried to push it away but this man had been winning and you were stuck under his spell for the time being.

“What is it then?” You boldly asked back.

Jonathan placed his finger on his lips and winked.

“Like that’s supposed to make it any better.” You rolled your eyes. The man had the nerve to keep even the simplest of things from you! That’s when you realised that on this trip, it was going to be your mission to get to know who you were now living with as much as you could.

The suite was incredible, and to your relief it was a two bedroom luxury suite on the top floor. It had a perfect view of the city and the nature behind it. The lake from a distance and its mountainous regions, but it also contrasted with the urban life below. Yet again, this wasn’t what you had expected to come from Jonathan.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take my bag.” You quickly stopped Jonathan and pulled your small suitcase from him.

“There she is again, wanting to be all Miss Independent. Well, there are two rooms, you get to decide which one to have and I’ll take the other.”

“Pine?”

“No.” He called through his room.

“Jonathan Pine - it has a nice ring to it.” You said smirking.

“I’m not named after a bloody tree.”

“I bet it’s something embarrassing like cocks or Dickon.”

“Jesus Christ, you must think my family really hate me. Of course it’s not!”

His comment made you grin. “Is it even English?”

“You’d be able to pronounce it just right. That’s all I’m going to say.”

“I’m starting to think your surname is actually Harrington.” You suddenly started as you sipped on the glass of wine, provided by room service. Your legs were placed to once side as you made yourself comfortable on the couch, already dressed in your long t shirt and shorts for bed soon.

Jonathan entered the living space and raised his head from his phone chuckling, “Believe what you want but I assure you it is not that.”

“Are you sure it’s not an embarrassing one? I will not make fun of you that is the case.”

“What is the deal with the surname talk? You plan on ratting me out to my boss or do you plan on marrying me? I wouldn’t mind being the first man to put a ring on your finger.” His laughter suddenly erupted and filled the room, caused you to nervously laugh with him. The latter at this stage was impossible for millions of reasons that you could not say aloud. You watched the man make his way to the glass coffee table and swipe his bottle of Guinness. You couldn’t let him have the upper hand, so you casually leaned back on the luxurious couch beside you, smirking as you took a sip from your wine.

“Look as much as the latter appeals to me, I want to know at least something about you that is at least as basic as your surname. You are literally a closed book! It is completely unfair that you know so much about me yet I know so little about you!”

Jonathan eventually turned to you and there was something about this man that also wound you up. It’s almost like he knew you inside and out, all the things you loved and hate about anything and everything but he still remained an enigma.

“Who’s fault is that?” He asked, catching your attention.

“Okay - it’s mine but still! Give me something!”

“In due time, good things come to those who wait.”

“Fuck this, I’m going to bed. Good riddance.” You let out a large huff and pulled yourself up. He quickly took your hand before you could leave, as you quickly spun round and almost tumbled into his lap, stopping yourself at an abrupt halt. Your hands were on his lap, intertwined with his. When your eyes moved up, you were caught in his orbs and time stopped for a moment. Your breath hitched and all thoughts in your mind left you blank.

“Ah, I’m sorry, let me just.” You quickly pulled your hand out of his and stood back.

“Oh no you have nothing to apologise for. I didn’t even realise I was doing that. I should be the one saying sorry.” He laughed nervously.

“No - no. It’s fine.” You tried to recollect your thoughts and remembered why you were standing in the first place. “Christ, I need some sleep.” You face palmed, “Don’t look at me, I’m going to walk back and if you try to grab my hand, you will not be using those to touch anything else, mister.” You sassily managed to retort. Your attitude caused him to laugh hysterically on the couch.

Beams of light shone through the closed curtains of your room and forced you to awaken from your slumber. While you remained in a blanket cocoon, head against the large pillow, you realised that sleeping comfortable was something you had gotten used to thanks to Jonathan! Given the fact that you were apprehensive at first when it came to being around him in such a closed space, wondering if you were a burden to him, it was quite the opposite. He had proven to you that he valued your company greatly and this holiday he promised he would show it.

“Yes, I’m aware of that. I’ve been busy with a lot of work. It’s not my fault!” You hear Jonathan’s voice and can’t help but step forward to see him wondering around the living space in a casual white t shirt and jeans. He looks “Look, now is not the good time to talk. I’m out working, it’s unsafe for you to call me. No of course not!” He turned to your room door, where he found you quickly ducking aside. “Look, we’ll talk about this another time. I’m busy.”

A few seconds later you slowly stepped out heard him speak once more, “Ah! Good morning, Y/N! My terrible spy, you need to get dressed. We’re going out.”

You rolled your eyes, how did he know you were spying on him when you were convinced your reflexes were fast?

“I thought you were meant to be working.” You retorted.

His face turned into a large grin. "You’re my guest, I can’t have you not having fun abroad! Come on, there’s something I must show you!” You watched him pick up an apple from the fruit basket provided and take a large bite. You looked from the movement of his muscles around the tightly fit shirt, to his tousled hair.

“Y/N, you’re drooling.”

Your eyes suddenly widen, “If I’m drooling for something it’s that apple. It looks bloody delicious.”

“Sure you’re not talking about anything else?”

“What could be more delicious than that apple you’re holding?” You asked with a blank expression.

“I can name a few things.” He said proudly grinning. What was that supposed to mean?! “Stop getting me distracted!”

“I wasn’t doing anything! You’re the one who’s actually drooling!”

“Don’t try this reverse psychology. It doesn’t work on me. Now go on, get changed, we’re going out for breakfast. Aren’t you hungry?”

“Oh god, yes.” You said as made your way back to your room.

When you stepped out of the shower, your phone buzzed against the desk. It was your beloved husband, you managed to snag a picture of him while he was sipping his tea, you remembered how after that photo was taken he scolded you for doing so. Quickly you answered the phone.

“Y/N! Thank goodness you’re there, I’ve been trying to reach you for ages!”

“How long has ages been?” You asked calmly, even though you could sense a panic in his voice.

“All yesterday! You wouldn’t pick up your phone! Are you alright? What’s been happening?”

“I’m fine, nothing’s happened to me." You answered, confused.

“I tried asking Bond where you were, says you haven’t spoken to him in a long while, so I tried the hotel you told me you were staying in and they said you checked out a couple of weeks ago. Is everything alright? Are you sure you’re not in any difficult situations because I’m home now, if you’d like to stay with me.”

“No I’m fine, honestly. I’ve just been keeping myself busy and I’ve got somewhere else I’m staying for the time being.”

“You know James is not as worried as I am. Forget him, but I feel obliged to watch and protect you.”

“Listen, I'm perfectly fine, you don't need to watch over me. I’m kind of just taking a break out of London. This whole situation has taken its toll on me, I haven’t been feeling to great and-” Before you continued you stopped and turned around, “I swear to god if you’re lurking behind that door I will pick up my hair brush and throw it at you.” You heard Jonathan quickly shuffle away and mumble an apology, causing you to smile helplessly.

“Who?” Q asked.

“Not you. Someone else.”

“You’re staying with someone else?”

“Yeah, it’s just a friend who apparently likes to eavesdrop as much as I do in conversations. It’ll pass.”

“By any chance is this who you’re living with?”

“What’s with all the questions? You know - we’re not-” You stopped yourself quickly.

“I know. I just - want to make sure you’re safe. That’s all. I still can care about you, you know.”

You didn't know how to respond to that, considering you hadn't realised that Q still cared after all this time. The way you two had ended was more down to his part of not being able to contact you after being hired by the MI6. He distanced himself from you and with that, you grew accustomed to the situation.

“That’s nice to know, Q. I just need time to get out and think that’s all. Look, I’ve got to go, I’m supposed to be heading out any time soon and my friend is waiting for me, I’d rather not keep them waiting.”

“Oh - right that’s fine. Just make sure you drop me a message to let me know that you’re still there, alright? I do worry for you and I fear that we may not have been able to talk things through with the little time we’ve shared together. I’d like to know how you’re doing if James isn’t going to be the one to tell me himself.”

“Alright.”

“Have a good day, Y/N.”

You could tell the tone in his voice on the other end of the line showed great concern. He was truly worried and you could tell. However, this was Q. You knew him to be vulnerable when you first married him, although ever since you had reunited with him, he seemed more cold, sarcastic, immune to emotion, after all maybe that’s what his time in London could have done to him and somehow, that’s what caught you by surprise. But then there was another thing too, why had he been calling you the moment James was gone? What triggered this sudden feeling of needing to know how you were and where you were that only a significant other would feel. You managed to brush it from your mind and opt for a pair of dark blue jeans and a plain white shirt with trainers. Something casual, nothing that Jonathan hasn’t seen you in before.

As you stepped out, you found him opening the door for room service and smiling at you once the tea had arrived. God that smile. If only you could see him in only just an innocent light. Although you couldn’t. This man, there was something about him that kept your heart racing, sometimes left your mind blank and most of all intrigued, wanting more from him. Something that you admittedly once felt for James but that quickly vanished when you had second thoughts. But with Jonathan, there were no second thoughts. It was just him that constantly gave you that feeling, even from a simple smile. He looked at you as if you were the only woman in the world that mattered, which left you also feeling vulnerable, as though he was silently pulling down your guard.

The two of you headed to to a nearby café on foot and eventually Jonathan opened up about himself a little more. He spoke about his hobbies and interests. You learned about how he hadn’t always wanted to work in the murky world of espionage and actually aspired to work in a completely different career.

“You surely have the talent with how dramatic you are. I’m sure I told you a couple of weeks ago that this was your destined career.”

“I didn’t want to give you the satisfaction.” He laughed, “You get very smug when you’re right about something. It’s one of the little things about you that really sticks with me. You give a smirk like that! What you’re doing right now!”

“I’m not doing anything!” Your gasp turned into a laugh.

The two of you spent the rest of the day sightseeing. Jonathan took you to the nearest bike rental store and the two of you spent time cycling and getting to know the city you were staying in, while Jonathan was courteous enough to explain everything as he had been here before, once. You rode past the Palais des Nations building in complete awe with what remained before you and Jonathan could see it when you had stopped, causing him to quickly break and move back to you.

“Beautiful isn’t it?”

“It’s amazing. Never thought I’d see it in person. The architecture is something that had always appealed to me with buildings like this.”

“You like a little architecture? Then follow me my lady, I will show you the right place to go.” He said with a smirk, beckoning you to follow him.

It had been almost twenty minutes of cycling until Jonathan stopped in front of St. Pierre Cathedral and you had to say, you were gobsmacked. The architecture was a thing of beauty, again something you hadn’t expected to see in such a short space of time but Jonathan took pride in showing you around a place he knew. He stepped off his bicycle and helped you lock both of them as you made your way into the cathedral, theatrically leaving his arm out for you to hold onto. You took it with a smile as he spoke to you about the history of the building and how he learned from it on a drunken night out, stumbling on this place and meeting someone who was knowledgeable enough to speak about the place. Then before you knew it, you were exhausted, making your way back to the hotel by the time it reached 5.00 pm.

While inside the taxi, Jonathan spoke to you further about places you wanted to see, and if there was anything particularly you wanted to do, which you suggested skiing straight away. The quick suggestion made him laugh and he had promised you that it was going to happen.

There was a look of sincerity in his eyes when he turned to you, which caught you off guard. “Look, I know it is late and you probably want to get some rest but I was wondering if you would like to accompany me to this restaurant I’ve been meaning to try out tonight.”

You raised your eyebrow, “I imagine I have no choice because you already booked a reservation?”

“Most definitely but again, I’m only trying to do the gentlemanly thing by asking you.”

“If this is some fancy place, you know I don’t have anything to wear - right?”

“It’s fine. We can sort something out.”

“This is not a date.” You quickly stated, pointing your finger in the air quickly.

“Well, what happens in Geneva stays in Geneva.” He stated, “But it’s two friends just having a drink, so be it.” He winked, causing your stomach to stir with butterflies.

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panda-noosh · 5 years

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Ya know who dis is for.... MAH BOI SOKKA!!!!!! I haven't ever actually requested I don't think! But I figured it's time 😂😂😂 can we have boyfriend head canons for Sokka, and maybe first date headcanons? I love my boy so fucking much

Sokka:

okay, Sokka has been planning this date out ever since he asked you in the first place.

i know he can seem a little scatter-brained every now and then, but when it comes to something like this, he is making sure every single little detail is perfect and planned out to the T.

he, of course, goes to Toff for help - because who else would he go to for help with his love life?

and Toff, of course, gives him the good ol’ tough love.

“i honestly don’t believe that they said yes.”

and so it is safe to assume that Toff is absolutely no help in the situation, leaving Sokka to plan the entire thing out on his own.

he does a good job of it. he knows you well enough to know what you like and dislike, and he’s nervous enough that he’s double and triple checking every single little detail.

so it’s almost impossible for this date to go wrong.

hm.

the night of the date, Sokka is a nervous wreck, which is where the first blip appears. he’s too busy trying to make sure he’s saying the right things and doing the right things that he almost forgets that the two of you have been friends for years - he has literally no reason to be nervous.

it takes you telling him to calm down for him to realise that he really does just need to talk to you like he always does.

and that’s exactly what he does.

the two of you sit beneath the moonlight and the stars, laid out on a blanket in the grass because you don’t really have anywhere else to go - you’re constantly travelling, working to make Aang the best avatar he can be, that it’s difficult to find a romantic spot.

but this one is perfect, nonetheless.

it’s one of them dates where you lose track of time because you’re just enjoying yourself so much. one minute the two of you are talking under the evening dimness, and the next minute you turn over to look at Sokka, only to be faced with absolute darkness - neither of you had realised just how late it had gotten.

Sokka takes you on a nice walk along the edge of the stream. the two of you take your shoes off and dip your feet into the rocks, and Sokka probably ends up tripping and falling head first. you laugh at him, and so naturally, he resurfaces and drags you in after him.

Momo and Appa are just watching from the sidelines, totally confused but happy nonetheless - them two have been rooting for your relationship from the very beginning.

now, Sokka as a boyfriend-

he knows it’s difficult to do anything romantic whenever the two of you are constantly on the road. he knows there’s no point in trying to book a romantic dinner at a fancy ass restaurant, because there’s just no time for any of it.

but you see - Sokka loves you. a lot. which means literally nothing is going to stop him from pampering you every now and then.

it can be the simplest things. giving you the quilt at night. massaging your neck after a long day. running you a bath whenever there’s warm water for it.

it’s these tiny, sweet little gestures in which he puts your needs before his own that really show you just how much he cares about you, and it’s the sweetest thing in the world.

you also become one of the main things that can keep him calm. in the beginning, he didn’t like that. he wanted to be the manly one, the one who kept you calm because he thought that was his job.

but as the relationship progresses and things get more serious, he realises that that kind of thing works both ways.

so whenever Sokka is nervous and he doesn’t want anyone else to notice, he’ll sidle over to you, take your hand in his own and just squeeze repeatedly until his breathing returns to normal and he can think straight.

when he does this, you know he’s having a difficult time, but you don’t draw attention to it. you don’t drag him over to the side and demand to know if he’s okay, ordering him to take deep breaths.

you just let him squeeze your hand, giving him a reassuring smile whenever nobody else is looking.

that’s what you two are for each other - a way to keep the other person grounded, even in the most subtle of ways.

#request #atla request

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Could you write a Kaecilius x Reader where the reader is his late wive's incarnation but they don't know?

Kaecilius X Reader – Reincarnation Part 1 of 2

A/N – This sass ball doesn’t get enough credit.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

It can’t be denied that the universe is indeed strange and vast; you had always believed that there was a lot more to it than met the eye. It was that initial curiosity and thirst for knowledge that led you to the Temple of the Mystic Arts run by the mysterious Ancient One; under her supervision, you began the study of magic. While the other students progressed at a steady pace, you were still unable to perform the simplest of tasks after months of work. While the Ancient One would always hide her concern for you behind a comforting smile, you were sure she must think you a fool for pursuing something that seemed so impossible. It was after one such day, filled with hopeless thoughts that the Ancient One approached you with all her usual grace.

“Good morning (Y/N).” She greeted.

You stopped your lame efforts with the sling ring, offering a bow of respect, “Good morning.”

“How fares your training today?”

“Don’t pretend you don’t know, you see everything around here, I’m well aware of that at least. So… it was nice knowing you.” You stuck out your hand.

“Excuse me?”

You took your hand back gingerly, “You’re here to tell me that I have no place in the magical realms and that I have to leave, right?”

“What makes you so sure that’s what I’m here to say?”

“I’ve been waiting for you to stop pitying me for weeks now. It’s okay, I get it, some people have the gift and others don’t.”

“Ahh,” the Ancient One gave you a knowing nod, “and what makes you think you have no talent in magic? I suppose it’s that you haven’t seen physical results yet.”

You didn’t respond, she was using a tone which you knew you couldn’t answer back to; it was like a parent showing a child their mistake.

“Did it ever occur to you that people are unique and therefore learn through different methods? There is another student here, Kaecilius, he is far advanced in his training now despite starting with as much difficulty as you; he has agreed to work with you until you’ve mastered the beginnings of your training. You will find him in the library. Good day.”

You bowed your head once more, revelling in the fact you didn’t have to leave, “Good day ma’am.”

Kaecilius awaited you among the dusty tomes and scrolls of the library. In this room, he felt that he would one day have the power to achieve his goal for within the sacred writings he knew he would find some ritual or other that would serve his needs; one way or another, he would get his precious wife back.

“Excuse me.” You practically whispered from behind, daring not to disturb the man who looked so at peace in the silence. “Are you Kaecilius? Um, the-”

“Ancient One sent you, yes I know.” He finished confidently, yet as he turned around to face you, words failed him at the mere sight of your eyes.

Kaecilius was a man who always kept his composure even in the toughest of situations but something about you seemed so… familiar; it was almost like he was gazing into the eyes of his beloved wife but then again, that wasn’t possible.

He shook off the feeling with a blunt question, designed to make you uncomfortable, “How come you have failed in your training so far?”

You swallowed nervously, “Um… I… Well what about you? The Ancient One told me you had trouble at first too, maybe we’re just one in the same there. How about you start by telling me how you got past your block first.”

Kaecilius raised an eyebrow, he knew his previous question was unfair but he hadn’t expected you to answer back with such ferocity, “I am the teacher here.”

“A teacher’s purpose is to answer any and all questions which may help the student progress to their goal.”

“Very well.” His lips twitched up slightly, an action he was glad you missed, for some reason unbeknownst to even himself. “After I failed at the physical aspect of magic, I spent time studying the words behind the movement. To me it is backwards to do first and understand later. The writings here made it clear that I understood nothing; everything learnt outside here is a lie created because we, as a species, could not comprehend the world around us.”

“Right, so I need to…?”

“You need to read the books I give you and only come to me when you have a question, the books are over there on the desk and I will be in the courtyard training, good day to you.”

Kaecilius stalked out the room quickly, never looking back as he did so. In truth, he had planned to stay with you and guide you through the materials but then he’d seen you and that changed everything. He couldn’t put his finger on what it was but something in you, the anxious gaze that turned into a fiery passion, the way you answered back, even the way you moved, it felt like he knew it somehow.

You slumped despondently at the desk, pouting at the three books in front of you; although it didn’t pose as much of a challenge to read them, you would have preferred the aid of your supposed “mentor.” It shouldn’t have bothered you so much that he didn’t really like you, there would always be people in life that didn’t get along much like oil and water, yet you had the sudden urge to apologise as if your mere presence offended him. You wondered briefly whether you should apologise, then pushed the idea away, deciding that you should carry out the task at hand before doing so lest you upset him further. While the books did make the magic process a lot more understandable, each chapter raised many more questions than before; you grabbed a notebook and pen from Wong’s desk, deciding to write each question down before taking the list to Kaecilius.

Kaecilius was impressed at your initiative to say the least, you had not only written your questions down but also what you thought some of the answers were; he was only there for clarification. The two of you sat on a bench overlooking the courtyard while he read through your papers, occasionally raising his eyebrows or pursing his lips in an unreadable expression. You sat picking at your nails, waiting to be berated or huffed away; while Kaecilius didn’t seem like a particularly mean man, he definitely had a commanding presence that put you on edge.

“Very good, some of your answers need a little work but I’ll help you to the best of my ability.” He nodded approvingly.

You grinned goofily, “Really? It’s not bad?”

Kaecilius smiled calmly back, enjoying the warmth that you emitted, “Indeed. Would you like to go over them now or-”

“The library’s closing in a few minutes and Wong wouldn’t let me take the books out.”

“I see. I will talk to Wong about your book clearance in the morning, until then you may come to my room for study; I have some books there that may help.”

You blinked back surprise, after he had brushed you off earlier you hadn’t expected an invitation to his room of all places, “Uh, yeah sure, that’d be great, thank you.”

Kaecilius got up, “Good, be ready in an hour, I’m in room 12.”

He walked stiffly away, questioning himself on how he had become so comfortable around you in the space of a few minutes. He couldn’t figure out his own attitudes towards you, first he didn’t want to know you then he was inviting you to his room. What was next? Would he ignore you? Kick you out perhaps? Maybe he would end up inviting you to dinner; he was an enigma even to himself.

You shuffled awkwardly at Kacilius’ door, it should have been the easiest thing you’d done all day. Knock. Go in. Study. Leave. It couldn’t be simpler. Yet there you stood, quickly adjusting and readjusting you clothes, hair, books; anything he would notice. If you were just supposed to be his student, why had you spent so long getting ready before visiting him? You’d only known the man a day and it already felt like longer. Cursing yourself, you took a deep breath, finally knocking on the door; whatever happened after would at least be better than endless waiting.

Kaecilius let you in with a faint smile, the light scent of tea wafted through the air to you; it showed that he had also made the extra effort to impress you.

“(Y/N).” He greeted. “Shall we begin?”

You nodded, eager to see where the night would lead, “Just show me where to start.”

#doctor strange #kaecilius #kaecilius x reader #marvel #reader #reader insert #reincarnation #Anonymous

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