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Skz during your period
Hey guys!! This is dedicated to my lovely wife @moonacholy who encouraged me to write this. I hope you guys also enjoy this. Leave all the reblogs,likes and little comments your heart desires cause they keep me writing
Bang Chan 방찬
-If there was an Olympic category for best boyfriend Chan would pull gold every time and I put that on GOD. He is so?? Goddamn attentive during your period??? -You want,need,crave and long for NOTHING. Your pain? Taken seriously. Your cravings?? It doesn’t matter if you’re craving something damn near halfway across town, he’s gonna go and get it.
-He always makes sure you’re stocked up on pads and tampons, if he’s shopping by himself he’ll just pick some up and add it to the cart, yes he already bought some a few weeks ago but it’s better safe than sorry.
-oh you’re in class or at work and you got cramps?? Guess where you’re no longer gonna be🤡 mf is dropping whatever he’s doing and coming to get you IMMEDIATELY.
-you’re getting tucked in bed, snacks left on the dresser and a little cuddle session before Channie has to get back in the studio.
-So reluctant to leave your side too🥺 he doesn’t like seeing you in any sort of pain so he’s very tempted to just not go back, but you’re like ???? I’m still grown Channie jc—
-leaves you with wolf Chan to cuddle and checks up on you every hour making sure you’re alright
Minho 리노
-This tsundere little shit. He wants you on bedrest rest pretty much the entire time. You’ve got hw? You can do it in bed. You’re hungry? Don’t move, he will feed you…in bed. You’re bored, take a nap, it’s good for you. As long as you don’t need to use the bathroom or shower, he wants you in bed.
-Mother hen headass, Minho is so mommy omg???
“Ya y/n-ah, drink this”
“What is it?”
“Ginger tea”
And
“No no, drink warm water, cold water will give you cramps!!!”
“Minho pls I’m dying🥲”
-Massages your tummy for you and your pelvis cause cramps are a bitch
-has a million multi vitamins specifically for you
“Have you taken your vitamin B’s?”
“Yes ba-“
“What about your Vitamin E? Your vitamin C???”
“Minho yes-“
“I’m making salmon for dinner, you need omega-3”
-Still bullies the fuck out of you at the same time tho???
“Stop walking like that”
“Like what?”
“Like you’ve got a stick up your ass…or in this case your vagin-“
-Still wakes up early in the morning to fix you breakfast and gives you pain killers if he realizes you’re fussing🥺
-Will throw sooni,doongi and dori in bed with you at random intervals cause cats fix everything
-all in all best boy
Changbin 창빈
-Ima be so real rn, this is the mf that makes
you go on walks to help your cramps💀 you can be on your death bed and he’s like ‘let’s go outside☀️🌈☺️✨’ and you’re just like ‘…boy stfu istg ima beat your ass-‘
-So ultimately when that doesn’t work and you threaten to leave him, things relocate to the living room. He has an older sister so he’s not completely clueless but he’s also like ????😧 when you start crying over an episode of SpongeBob cause whoa whoa whoa what’s goin on??
-If you’re the type that has mood swings this mf becomes the most peaceful and amicable person you’ve ever met. If you’re ranting to him and you’re wrong, at that current moment no you’re not.
“…and then I told her to get tf out of my face with her breath smelling like halitosis but I’m wrong???😒”
“N-no jagi, absolutely not🤡”
-draws you bubble baths!! He knows heat can help with cramps so he makes it all bougie and nice with the candles and rose petals and lavender body wash. Then you start crying again and he’s like😧😰 and it’s honestly just a mess but you appreciated it very much
-this dude is feeding you nothing but the finest and freshest stuff cause it’s better for you during your period. You getting all the major food groups whether you like or not.
“Binnie, I just want a burger🥺-“
“You better eat that damn salad y/n😒”
You couldn’t even be mad cause he knows how to throw down when it comes to a salad
Hyunjin 현진
-Oh this poor baby😭 he’d be going on about the strength of the uterus and how strong you are for doing this every month when you’re deadass three seconds away from committing a crime of passion🤡
-Will take up the majority of the housework with no problem, especially if you’ve got work or classes that day. Dishes? Done. Laundry? Drying as we speak. Bedroom? Clean. Bathroom? Sparking. Hotel? Trivago.
-Is extra affectionate when you’re on your period, and a lot more gentle in general. He knows you can feel extra crappy during this time especially if you also struggle with mental health so, extra forehead kisses, little notes in your backpack and all the cute little text messages that say ‘x y and x made me think of you❤️’
-He’s already known to give into your cravings but literally does not hold back during your period. Oh? You were simply THINKING about tteokbokki? Well he doesn’t know why it’s there either, but since it is I guess you gotta eat it🙄
-Will genuinely think you’re dying if you say your cramps are killing you💀 he’s fucking rushing around the house grabbing shit and you’re like ???🧍🏾♀️
-you send him out to get pads and mf comes back with literally every kind the store has
“I didn’t know which ones you needed🥺”
-s n a t c h e s any form of caffeine out of your hand
“It’s not good for your cramps😠”
-Will try to get you to consume one(1) fruit
Jisung 지성
-honestly this boy is so lost lmao—
-He is literally walking on eggshells around the house and doesn’t mention it cause he doesn’t want to say/do the wrong thing
-y’all are cuddling and he’s stiff as a board. You’re just sitting there like “boy what the fuck😒”
-you have to corner him to figure out what is wrong with him and poor baby is shaking like a leaf. He doesn’t know jackshit about periods and I mean that with all the love in my heart. He’s the type to ask ‘what size pussy you wear?’ and mean it
-you’re honestly wondering how he made it this far in life running off of the most basic knowledge
-but he’s so fucking funny to mess with so you just make up random period facts knowing that he’s gonna take your word for it.
“Sungie, did you know that the average person loses three cups of blood during their period?”
“T-thr-three cu-cups???😰”
And you’re just sitting there trying not to fucking ascend because he looks so concerned
-Doesn’t really have the intuition to get you stuff on his own, but has no problem if you ask him to. He’ll call you like
“Hey babe! Do you use the super soaker or the super soaker plus?”
And you’re just like
“…huh🧍🏾♀️”
-keeps a small stash of essentials in his studio along with a pillow,a blanket and some of his comfy clothes just in case you’re feeling fatigued🥺
-Will bring bbama over for baby cuddles if you’re having a rough day
Felix 필릭스
-Our little sunshine boy knows when you’re getting your period before you do. With two sisters and basic observation skills he can pretty much tell when you’re due and silently preps the house with anything you might be running low on.
-all the cuddles!! Pretty much attaches himself to your back the entire time as your own personal space heater.
-literally does so much research on things that might help cramps from foods to aromatherapy to orgasms to yoga. He just wants to make you as comfortable as you can be.
-He’s not one to be squeamish about blood. You bled through the sheets? He’ll just chuck them in the wash, it’s no big deal.
-he’s not gonna keep you on lockdown but he strongly advises for you to get more rest and tell him if you wanna take it easy that day🥺 it doesn’t matter what the plans were, if you’re not feeling up to it anymore he’ll reschedule and you guys can spend the day cuddling
-if he’s stuck at work, he will send you takeout straight to your house to make sure you’re eating. Also obligatory FaceTimes during the day.
“Y/n! I’ve got like five minutes, I ran away from Chan to call y-“
“FELIX!”
-brownies,cookies,cake pops, Rice Krispie’s, whatever you’re craving Felix will make it. This also comes with the extra effort of fighting off the boys in the dorm so it can get to you in one peace.
Seungmin 승민
-here we have our favorite unbothered nonchalant king. He doesn’t really treat you any differently unless you ask him to?
-Well at least that’s may how it appears to others. He likes to take care of you in much more lowkey ways, picking up around the house,cooking dinner,packing lunches and with his sugar daddy tendencies making sure you’ve always got pocket money.
So what if you just so happen to find a fifty in your wallet? Now you can go out with your girls after school.
-He likes to lurk in the background a lot of the time trusting that you’ll come to him for help, but if he sees that you’re obviously in pain and not doing anything about it he’s quite literally taking your ass to bed. Then you have to deal with his disappointed little puppy frown AND cramps while he fusses over you
-Will try to distract you with tv shows and talking about his day and if that doesn’t work turns in mom pt.2
“Have you eaten?”
“Yes”
“Water?”
“Yes”
“Gotten any sun?”
“Seungmin i’m not a plant!!!”
-Will serenade you with any song you desire might pout if you decline any day6
-Will let the affectionate puppy in him out if you’re really have a horrible time :( you get to experience cuddlemin first hand all while he threatens to murder you if you tell anyone about it☺️
-Honestly is lowkey shitting himself because he doesn’t know what to do and can’t fix it and it’s driving him insane🤡
-honestly just pats your head while you nap and frantically texts his older sister asking what to do
Jeongin 정인
-This baby is right up there with Jisung but slightly less clueless. It’s more than likely that you might be his first gf or at least one of the few he’s had so he’s not really experienced in this category
-Kinda just forks over whatever you want whenever you want it. Hoodies,sweatpants,baseball caps, whatever you want it’s yours.
-If he’s got time he loves to pick you up from uni and do something special like take you to a cafe to get something sweet or to walk around the park(his binnie hyung said walks are good for cramps)
-panics whenever you’re in any amount of pain “do we need to go to the emergency room😰”
-Is the boyfriend who does the cramps simulator because he wants to know what it feels like for you
…
He almost throws up but that’s besides the point
-After that you immediately get the princess treatment, you will not have to lift a damn finger as long as he’s there.
-Will go protective guard dog on you if any of the boys are messing with you too much. “Cut it out!! Y/n isn’t feeling well😠🔪🤺”
It’s very cute if you’re being honest but you tell him it’s alright. He’s still going to be protective of you anyways. Extra cautious when you’re walking outside, always having his hand on the small of your back.
-shoves pain meds down your throat on a god damn SCHEDULE. His innie senses start tingling the minute you express any sort of discomfort and he’s zooming to the medicine cabinet.
“Innie my liver💀”
“But your tummy hurt🥺”
-Also the type to rub your tummy and look at you like 🥺 ‘my poor babyyyy’, kissing all over your temples and cheeks
-he touches your boobs once(1) and almost gets yeeted into the stratosphere
-He almost cried because he didn’t know it would hurt you cause he always grabs your tiddies when you’re cuddling😭
-wakes up in the middle of the night to grab your heating pad and get you a snack
#skz#skz headcanons#skz fluff#skz reactions#dating skz#skz soft thoughts#skz soft hours#skz scenarios#skz bang chan#skz jeongin#skz jisung#skz lee minho#skz felix#skz seungmin#skz hyunjin#skz changbin#this one caused all the feelings tbh
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| Translated Ennead headcannons + character Q & A from the bonus book |
| The small red text are my own comments lol |
*I also used google translate to translate the questions so some might not make sense.*
Duty: god of war and desert
Height: 184cm, 6’0 feet
Interest: hunting,walking, horseback riding, playing with people lost in the desert (wtf😭) and helping them find their way
Like: hunting, driving, fighting and sculptures
Hates: Osiris, Sekhmet, water and fishy smells
Favorite colors: red, black and gold
Q & A
Q1: what is Seth’s ideal type?
A: if I had to choose, it was a god who has many good qualities that I lacked
Q2: What are the advantages and disadvantages of Horus, Osiris and Anubis?
A: it’s good that Horus doesn’t talk much but the problem is that he doesn’t have manners. The existence of Osiris light(?) is the problem. Anubis’ advantage is kindness but his disadvantage is also kindness
Q3: when do you think Nephthys is the most beautiful?, who confessed first?, where did you go on a date?
A: I confessed first, she has always been beautiful, what is dating? Do you mean driving a chariot through the desert or something?
Q4: Do you know that you are really beautiful? Since when did you become so beautiful?
A: Ive been this way since I was born, But you! Who asked you to judge the appearance of god? Want to be scolded?
Q5: Because your physique is shorter than Osiris, if you compare arm strength with him it seems like it will lose, what do you think?
A: that’s how human beings can’t do it, thinking that what they see on the surface is all the truth and that’s why they lose to me in wars every time. I killed Osiris on my way here. Do you want to travel with him too?
Q6: why didn’t I drink with my brother before TT, made my brother sad TT
A: whether he is sad or not, it has nothing to do with me. If you drink with that guy it will be hard to drink
Q7: Have you tried short hair styling?
A: when the war was prolonged, I shaved it off because it got in the way. After returning home it stayed longer. The hair was kept for nephthys to play with (omfg Seth was bald at some point but aww for the hair playing)
Q8: if you were human,what job would you like to do?
A: of course it’s the king,right?. If there were no states, it would be warriors or hunters
Q9: your hair is elegant and shiny,how do you maintain it? Do you want to dye it in other colors?
A: maintenance? Do humans even need to maintain their hair?, hair color…I plan to keep it as it is
Q10: Do you feel uncomfortable when other gods are muttering at the side of the judgement?
A: I already remember what they looked like. Then, of course they will be beaten hard
Q11: do you hate pulling? (Idk what they mean by this)
A: I don’t like it or hate it because I rarely touch it…personally,though, it doesn’t really fit me.
Q12: As the god of war, how did you feel when you first entered the battlefield? Are there any strategies you often use in the war?
A:the first time we fought?. At that time I just wanted to go home quickly…strategy…I’m most cases,you will use the terrain and observe the current situation to develop an appropriate strategy
Q13: do you have other clothes
A: Who do you think I am!,I am a god!, will I not? Of course I change my clothes every day!.
*clothing is also composed of sand,replace with new sand every day
Q14: if you were reincarnated,what would you like to be
A: live too long and don’t want to be reincarnated. Are there creatures better than gods?
Q15: what kind of food do you like?
A:what, are you planning on poisoning it?, I won’t tell you.
* it’s lettuce salad
Q16: what is your nickname? Hippo? Aardvark?
A: what is your name? Was it sent by isis? Or is it sekhmet? Call me aardvark, it’s like sehkmetye
Q17: Do you have any other abilities besides sand that you would like to have?
A: Magic. It looks super fun
Q18: Have you been bullied by isis since you were a child?
A: do I look like I’m going to be bullied? I grew up with her bad temper
Q19: Do you like cats?
A: I seem to have been asked the same question before…I don’t like cats…they like me
Q20: are you still in love with nephthys?
A: …hey, isn’t this question too direct? We’re not familiar enough to talk about this. But even if it’s ripe,I’m not going to tell you.
Q21: what do you think about Horus, Osiris and Anubis?
A: Horus: falcon cub, Osiris: son of a bitch, Anubis: my cub.
Q22: you must be very sexy when you sing,right?
A: you can’t listen anyways. Why are you curious about singing?
Q23: even if it turns to sand, do you still feel pain when injured?
A: what? Are you going to tell falcon head? You boy?
* he turns into sand so that it wouldn’t hurt
Q24: mouth part of the mask is very long. have you ever bumped into someone’s face when you turned your head? ( lmao yes, he kept hitting Horus in the face with the nose part in the comics)
A: who are you talking to? Can you use more polite words? It seems that the recent human beings have begun to underestimate me. To see that I do not treat you…
* use in combat will be mainly impact 
Duty: agent of the wind
Height: about 195cm, 6’3feet
Interest: no interest, because life is too easy
Like: Seth, isis, reading, flying,
Dislike: Anubis, Osiris, desert caravan, awakening to god
Favorite color: red, blue, turquoise and black
Q & A
Q1: Q1. What kind of feelings do you have for Osiris? Do you consider him a father? How did you feel when you first met him?
A: There is no natural affection or respect for the mother that arises in the face of him. When we met for the first time, there was only a level of feeling like "So he looks like that"
Q2: When you become a god, what is the first thing you want to do?
A: Just to ensure the safety of my uncle
Q3: What ability do you most want to have when you become a god
A: I am very greedy, if only I could get the power of omniscience and omnipotence
Q4: What do you think is your attractiveness? Abs? How would you rate your body from an objective point of view?
A: Although I have confidence in my appearance, appearance alone is of no use, But since it's a body that my mother reluctantly created, I'll give it the highest score.
Q5: How do you take care of your wings? Do you wash them together when you take a shower?
A: Wings are not part of my body. To be precise, it is the power lent to me by Lord Nut.
Q6. How do you feel about being called the yellow-haired boy who has not yet become a god
A: When my uncle called me the yellow-haired boy, it felt like he was calling a cute boy , so I didn't hate it, If other gods called me like that, I would feel very bad
Q7. Where is your favorite place in Egypt? What is your reason for liking it there?
It is in the temple of Chemis. It was a big place that became a turning point in my life.
Q8. What is your first impression of Seth and your current impression?
A: Although I was super scared of him at first, I found out later that he's not someone who only scares you. He is outspoken, affectionate and righteous, and surprisingly, he is a person with artistic qualities.
Q9. Do you think Seth-sama is beautiful? Is he good-looking
A: Umm‥ this is deliberately induced I replied, is it a means to let me die at the hands of my uncle. Uncle is a very handsome and attractive man
Q10:If you could have a good time with one of the following two, who would you choose? The sexy and seductive Seth VS the pure and beautiful Seth
A: (he doesn’t speak but this is his thought bubble) sexy temptation sexy sexy temptation sexy temptation seductive, sexy, seductive, seductive seductive seductive seductive seductive sexy temptation
Q11: If you were to give Mr Seth a nickname, what would it be?
A: "Um...that's really difficult. Because his name is so short that it cannot be shortened any longer. Because his name is so short that it cannot be shortened any longer. I just want to try to call him by his name once
Q12: Do you think it's funny to joke about your uncle
A: very funny
Q13: Do you want to make a joke on him?
A: ….chase him with your (my) hands
Q14. If you could spend a day with Seth just as Horus without any stake in it, what would you do?
A: I also want to sit and watch the chariot driven by my uncle. I want to learn hunting and swordsmanship from my uncle. I want to see my uncle look happy
Q15, Do you think you look like your mother or your father?
A: What a boring question. Of course I look like my mother
Q16. Have you ever been scolded by your mother when you were a child? Or have you ever acted like a spoiled child?
A: When I was a child, I was often scolded for doing many things that were forbidden, but still had to do in order to survive . It was a time when there was no time to even act like a spoiled child.
Q17. You are the youngest of the family, how do you feel about this?
A: Because my uncle was less resistant to children, I tried to show my youngest side to him. Too bad he doesn't like it very much
Q18:What is the reason for the sigh of the uncle who watched the riot in episode 6?
A: Because I have a strong hunch that the trial will not end easily. So I sighed involuntarily
Q19. Touching Lord Seth VS being stroked by Lord Seth, what is your choice?
A: Why can't we have both? The questioner is not very generous. If I had to choose it would be the latter
Q20. You spent a few days with Mr. Seth when you were a child. What would Mr. Seth do when he was drunk.
A: He seems to be the type to say everything on his mind when he's drunk, Occasionally repeat what he said…feeling that his alcoholic behavior was dangerous
Q21. When you marry Seth-sama, do you plan to make the dress yourself?
A: Wow...you thought about the future one step ahead of me. If it comes true, of course I will give it my all and do my homework before making it
Q22. What kind of clothes do you want to put on Seth-sama
A: In my opinion, I really want to Crafted and decorated with various gold and silver treasures Treasures, shiny dresses, but Look at him wearing only a piece of cloth even when he is the supreme god Son, I feel like he will be very uncomfortable In, would be annoying too. I hope it is beautiful embroidery on the finest fabrics, and clothes that make him comfortable
Q23. What kind of feelings do you have for Anubis
A: Although I have no direct enmity with him.. But in my heart I really wanted to throw him away somewhere
Q24. In the first game, how did Lord Seth's lips feel?
A: Perhaps because of the relationship in the water, it feels very soft and gentle. What a perverted question.
Q25. Can you see the future?
A: God doesn't just see with his eyes. Of course I am not God, but I am close to God.
Q26. Where are the wings usually hidden, and where do they come out? Did they come out from the shoulders?
A: My wings are blessings obtained from Nut, the god of the sky. When needed, I will use the power of Lord Nut to materialize it. Obviously not a god, how did you do it? This falcon's mask was also obtained at that time.
Q27. How does Horus view Hathor?
A: The goddess of love and beauty, the daughter of the noble sun god is a pure and kind god. There are also many people who like her.
Q28. How painful was it when you were beaten by Lord Seth
A: To be honest, I seem to have seen my father vaguely four or five times, like that level of pain. But miraculously, he still survived, it seems that the uncle has controlled the force.
Q29. What kind of god do you think Lord Seth is?
A: It is worthy of being the God of War, it is very powerful and has a very poor personality - I think so
Duty: god of life and death
Height: about 200cm,6’5 feet
interest: Gardening, reading, music, meditation, journaling in a language only you can understand
like: Seth, Isis, reading, gardening, meditation
Hate: Nephthys, Anubis, Horus, Sekhmet, Sun God, Creation God
favourite colour:blue, green, sky blue, turquoise
Q&A
Q1. Do you consider Horus and Anubis your sons?
A: I won't deny it, but what they think also matters, doesn't it
Q2. What do you think about the nickname of Wandou
A: If Seth likes it.
Q3. What kind of feelings do you have for Isis?
A: My love for Isis is not false. It's just that it's not the same as my feelings for Seth
Q4. Where is the most confident body part (his horse dick🫣)
A: What an interesting question, do you think there are parts of me that seem insecure?
Q5. When Seth cut your body into eight pieces, did it hurt?
A: Unlike human beings, God's flesh can adjust pain
Q6. What method did you use to seduce Seth?
A: It should be faster to find methods that have not been used
Q7. Do you have a favorite flower? If so, why do you like that flower
A: My favorite is the flowers that I personally improved for Seth. After all, after trial and error for a long time, I can only like the final result.
Q8. Are you bald...? Can you take off your hat once (wtf😭😭)
A: This is not a hat, this is a crown called Atef. I shaved my hair to wear the crown. The crown on God's head symbolizes the power of God, so your request is a little rude, I hope you will pay attention to this in the future.
Q9. How do you feel when you enter the underworld even though you know that there are many gods who are coveting Seth? (Awe-inspiring)
A: All living things will return to the underworld one day. Even immortal gods cannot face death so easily, so they must be afraid of me
Q10. How is the scenery of the underworld
A: It is a beautiful place with green trees and golden fields. Now it's all cleaned up, and it's not much different from where you live
Q11. Can you create a Tibetan poem with the four characters of Osiris
A: Today, I also try to soothe this bleak and painful heart towards you by myself. I've lived for thousands of years, and this is the first time I've ever met a human who asked me to create something like this *Annotation: The four characters of "Osiris" in the original text correspond to the Chinese today's "jin", the desolate and painful "dharma", the "Dao" of this, and the "self" of the self
Duty: god of magic
Height: 171cm, 5’6 feet
Interest: Play music, sing, read, swim, develop new magic, make medicine, teach people
Likes: family, human, child, love, art like
Hate: Betrayal, crime, loss of precious things, body and mind dirty adult man
favourite colour: blue, turquoise, red, gold
Q&A
Q1. When was your happiest time in the past?
A: …I miss the four brothers and sisters living together the most. I never thought it would turn into what it is now
Q2. What kind of feelings do you have for Osiris? What do you like about him? Do you hate Osiris now?
A: I hate and complain, sometimes I want to kill him, but I always think about the past, which makes me very painful. Osiris trusts me and treats me as a special being, so it's even more..
Q3. What was the first magic you learned in your life?
A: Magic is not learned by learning, but by understanding. Who do you think will teach the god of magic magic. The magic that was first realized is a kind of magic that manipulates time, which is very complicated and dangerous, so it cannot be used casually.
Q4. What are the advantages and disadvantages of Nephthys
A: The advantage is that although she looks weak on the outside, she is actually very reliable. The disadvantage is that she is very powerful, but no one knows this.
Q5. When do you think Seth looks cute? ( lmao she has the most disgusted look on her face in the book)
A: uh...unless it's crazy. Otherwise, why would you think that kid is cute!
Q6. If Seth got into trouble, how did you teach him a lesson?
It is useless to teach him with words. Just beat him hard.
Q7. If there was a dispute between you and Osiris-sama in the past, who would usually win?
A: There's no winner or loser, and Osiris doesn't quarrel with me easily. He always comes to me with a low profile first. He's the type who usually gently convinces me.
Q8. For the four siblings, what is the most memorable memory
A: Probably when Anubis was born. I remembered the memory of the celebrations being held all over Egypt at that time. ...that's ironic, right
Q9. What kind of feelings do you have for Seth? Do you still treat him as a family member
A: There has been an irreversible gap between us, and it is impossible to go back to the past. It took me decades to accept this, and now Seth is not my family
Q10: What are the advantages of Dorset
A: Where is there such a thing?. What do you expect me to say
Q11. When do you think Horus is the cutest
A: It's really cute when you don't call me mom, but when you call me mom... It's a pity he won't call me that now
Q12. "I've even tried this with magic!" Have you ever done something like the above?
A: I once had a heavy snowfall in the desert. It is said that this is why I am called the God of Miracles.
Q13. Have you ever played the *Senet game?
A: Of course I played. I'm very good at it. I was the first to teach Anubis how to play senet
Q14. What is your favorite magic?
A: Although I am proficient in all magic, but to say that I am good at healing magic. That's not magic that any god can use
Duty: god of harmony
Height: 170cm,5’5feet
Interest: draw, walk, write poetry, make friends with wild animals
Likes: Family, Art, Peace, Humanity, New Things, Communication with Strange Civilizations
Hates: everything that destroys the peace
favourite color:white, gold, sky blue
Q&A
Q1. Have you ever played the Senet game?
A: Of course, I often played with Anubis when Seth was away
Q2. Is there any special secret to being able to train Nephthys-sama, the god of war
A: There's nothing particularly tune-up... it's that he listened to me right from the start. Because even if it was just a little urging, he would immediately become depressed... uh... Seth seems to hate being disciplined
Q3. What are the advantages of Scitech? (Seth maybe)
A: He was attentive and gentle, and he remembered even if it seemed to be mentioned casually
Q4. What are the advantages and disadvantages of Isis?
A: Isis is a god full of humanity, very good at taking care of others, and very good at making jokes. I heard that she is very popular among human beings. Q4. What are the advantages and disadvantages of Isis? The downside is... I can't think of any downsides.
Q5. When do you think Seth looks cute?
A: There was a time when he would mumble whenever he was dissatisfied. At that time, just staring at him, his face would be as red as boiled shrimp, and he was really cute.
Q6. Does Set have a weakness that only Nephthys knows about? For example, he is afraid of being tickled?
A: He doesn't seem to be very afraid of being tickled. back of neck?... When he tried to help him put on the necklace, he seemed very nervous.
Q7. Is the God of Harmony also angry? Have you ever wanted to overturn everything?
A: Of course, I also have my own emotions, so I must have gone too far. Usually quarrels over Anubis' education.. When Isis and Set were quarreling every day for three months, day and night...seriously... ugh...
Q8. What kind of feelings do you have for Osiris? Have you ever loved him?
A: Mayat's Libra doesn't lie... The matter about him should have been clarified in court
Q9. What kind of feelings do you have for Seth? Did you really love him?
A: Although I think I loved him...I don't know now if it was friendship or love. Just looking at Seth makes my heart hurt. Because the way he tortured humans was deeply etched into my mind... I'm scared...
Duty: Before awakening, there is none
Height: About 150~163cm, 4’9-5’3 feet
Interest: Sing, ride horses, cook, collect weapons, take care of stray cats
like: music, animals, cooking, spear, archery, stories, travel, human culture
Hate: nasty hunting, self-denial, death
Favorite color: red, gold, sky blue, white
Q&A
Q1. What kind of food do you like?
A: I like fruit and meat
Q2. To be honest, without the power of an agent. "I can beat Horus to this extent" VS "No, I still feel like I will lose to him", please choose
A: Of course I will win. I have more experience in combat. I have been personally trained by the God of War for decades.
Q3. How did you feel when you learned that Horus was your younger brother? Did you ever feel sad because your younger brother was taller than you...
A: because of his size Taller than me, so indeed Hit to the point. I'm not in a good mood, but I'm the type that tries to avoid negative thoughts
Q4. When did you become so cute ( Anubis the cutest thing to ever exist🥺)
A: Hmm...though I can understand that humans think I'm cute because I look so young.. But I'm much older than you all! Treating me like a child just because of my appearance would bother me a lot
Q5. Do you like your father's hair color? Or do you like your mother's hair color
A: Both are very good looking so I like them both
Q6. What kind of feelings do you have for Horus? Can you accept that he is your brother
A: Well, I don't feel that Horus is my brother. I think Horus does the same with me. Is it because they never lived together as a family
Q7. Did Dad ever help you celebrate your birthday?
A: They helped me during the Chengping period.He used to send me gifts and letters when he went out to war.
Q8. Have you helped your father's birthday in the past
A: Oops? Come to think of it now that no one knows my father's birthday. Mother's, Lord Isis's, and Lord Osiris' birthdays are the same
Q9. Did you hide the troubles of Seth and Nephthys when you were young? (ex. smashed the national treasure pot)
A: Hmm... Actually, I once damaged the stone statue of Lord Isis, but my father helped me keep it a secret. He helped me mend it with sand, and was later found to have been reprimanded by Lord Isis in my place..
Q10. Spear and shield, which do you think is stronger?
A:  Shield, although spear can attack, but shield can defend and attack both
Q11. Do you think you are cute?
A: Do not! Not at all cute, and despite my appearance, I am also an Egyptian warrior!
Q12. Have you ever been praised by your father
A: Of course he did, though he did when he was severe very severe. But he is also of the type who is very complimentable
Q13. What kind of feelings do you have for Seth-sama? Do you still love your father?
A: Although I still love my father, But he is also very complaining about him, unable to express all these complex emotions
Q14. Have you ever told your father that you are beautiful and good-looking? How was your father's reaction at that time
A: Saying he is beautiful in front of his father would be a big deal, When I was a child, I accidentally said it and was taught a bad lesson by him
Q15. What is the most inconvenient thing when growth is stagnant? (ex. Can't get high things because of being short)
A: In the past, the priests would help me deal with it, so I didn't feel any inconvenience. I didn't feel the inconvenience until I started fighting, and the reason I prefer spears is because my arms are too short... woohoo
Q16. What are the criteria for wearing animal masks, crowns,…etc
A: It will vary depending on what kind of god you are awakened to, and as far as I know, the more good at fighting gods are, the more they will wear animal masks. The mask or crown is the pride of the gods, so please touch it carefully and do not take it off even if you miss it! It is said to be very impolite *was scolded badly
Q17. Don't you feel bored as an only child? Have you ever thought about "hoping to have brothers and sisters"
A: I often wish I had younger siblings. But this cannot happen
Q18. Lord Seth's hair is red, but Lord Nephthys is blond, why is Anubis' hair black?
A: Because Lord Nut and Lord Shu also have black hair, as our ancestor, Lord Sun also has black hair. So, don't you think it's the father's red hair that's more novel (natural maybe?)
Q19. What do you think is the charm of Mr. Seth
A: Although my father was scary, he was too gentle to me. I like his kindness..
Q20. Are you wearing a belt instead of a necklace because you are afraid that the president will not be tall
A: I heard that jewelry is not good for children, so I helped me wear this instead of jewelry. I don't really want to wear necklaces so I've been wearing straps instead of accessories
Q21. How did you learn how to fight from your father
A: Because my mother used to hate me fighting, I always secretly went to the desert with my father to study. I remembered the memory of my mother scolding me badly because my father asked me to cross the desert for physical training, hahaha
Q22. What is the happiest memory of your childhood with your father
A: Father spent a lot of time fighting in the desert, so he cherished the time when he returned home to rest. And I didn't even notice that, when my father came home, I used to lie and ask him to play with me
#ennead#ennead manhwa#ennead seth#ennead horus#yaoi manhwa#ennead osiris#ennead Anubis#ennead headcannons#ennead q&A#ennead x reader#bl headcannons#bl manhua#Egyptian mythology#ennead mojito#ennead bl#에네드#manhwa#isis#Osiris#set#Horus#Anubis#nephthys#Egyptology
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I am currently dying with the spicy sick BUT I can’t leave 2022 without talking a lil bout my year. It’s been absolutely crazy and a true whirlwind. So much has happened but I did meet some absolutely amazing people and got the opportunity to have such a fun little chaotic corner of this hellsite. Ignore me being gay on main, I blame the sick :)
@maximotts: Mottzerella. I forever am so grateful for you putting up with me day in and day out. You are such an amazing friend and so cozy squishy. The best pocket out there, and you let my juice addiction run rampant. I am..not currently biting you because I’m sick but the vibe is there
@8bitscarlet don’t come for me about to be nice to you AGAIN on main. Between your scary people and always making fun of me, you’ve also been someone that I can count on. Thank you for everything but you gotta come back now, I want another steak.
@themidnightcrimson hiya, I’m bein gay on main and you can’t judge me cause I’m sick. I spent months wanting to talk to you and I’m really glad we finally did. You’re so adorable and funny, and you’re sweet. And you’re just all calm and cozy. Thanks for putting up with me and all my obsessive oral fixations 😂
@radbearx :) do you know who I am? 😂 thanks for the covid survival kit and also.. dealing with all my gay issues. You’re adorable and you have so many fun lil facts, even if you beat me in chess
@immortalityisbliss a cute lil friend who never really listens but thank you for always being you. You’re so amazing and I’m so glad to have you in my life
@caroldantops and @scarlettwlw it’s truly my favorite duo and the ones who somehow never get annoyed of me randomly waddlin into their dms with questions. Feral lil buddies who fueled my stranger things obsession
@thatsimplepoet you know what’s ironic lil blossom? I hadn’t realized how long we’ve actually been talking. Is that ironic? Or am I just sick? Even if we kindaaaaa bully each other I’m so glad we met and that we’ve been talking even more since you joined the server. Hopefully 2023 will hold no salads for you
@wandasdolly my biting companion. Thanks for always being down to nom and gnaw, and also.. just cause absolute chaos and crime.
@wandasbb and @togrowoldinv I’m dubbing you guys the kit is just an innocent puppy club :) and that automatically makes you in my top favorites
@crescent-witch my European variant who just bullies me constantly 🙄 lil nerd hopefully you’re already asleep but yk you’re amazing ig
@cantcontroltheirfear beesly. 2022 has been a fuckin ride, and truthfully I wouldn’t have wanted to do it with anyone else. I’m currently ignoring your want for me to eat to type this so :) hehe
@katebishop-ladyarrow are you actually gonna be on tumblr? I doubt it but thats okay. thanks for putting up with me and all the crazy that comes with me. Get to planning cause I wanna leave texas
I’m definitely not feeling great and I know I’m missing SO many people but I just wanted to highlight some of the people that made 2022 amazing. If i missed anyone...yk just yell at me lol Thank you to everyone for everything, you guys are amazing and I love you all 💜 I know the end of the year didn’t turn out the way I wanted but thank you for sticking with me and hopefully 2023 is MUCH better
@didujustcallmedumb @wandasobsession @a-real-fucking-legacy @theefountainpen-inc @wandanatsversion @tastetherambeau @temptationsbrew @hey-its-liz @furys-eyepatch @urdollygf @imdoingsortagay
#I’m dying but I’m typing#its the end of the year and im sick so it means the gay doesnt count#did i slightly steal mottzy's format?#yes.#is it slightly if its like...the whole thing?#i have no braincells except gay ones#kit talks bout friends
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July 9, 2022
(Bar Night playing Psych)
Sam
Dean is killing us
Dean
I’m sorry
Gabe
👀
Dean
I psyched 3 of you on that one
Gabe
kills Dean You’re all welcome
Dean
On the game!
Gabe
Murderer. brings everyone else back and vanishes
Dean
In the game!!!! Dang yall just got me killed Sam
Sam
Dean Kicked our butts..
Dean
Can you get Gabe to bring me back please?
Sam
Gabe wanna join?
Gabe
Wish I could Sammy, working right now
Dean
ghost Dean floating around sad thinking he should have stayed awol. No Sam said I was killing everyone and Gabe killed me and brought everyone else back. Sam failed to mention in the game
Sam
I went back and said it. That was fun you guys!! Ruby!! you did it again
Dean
Nice win ruby
Sam
Guys.. I have to call it a night.. Please keep playing if you like
Dean
Awww
Ruby
I'm out too
Sam
I opened the Bunker. Who's IN tomorrow?
Dean
You already know
Ruby
Night everyone.
Sam
Yep! Thanks for playing along everyone, we'll have to do it again soon
…………………........................................
(In the Bunker)
Dean
(Does that mean I’m dead here now again too?)
Sam
I'm sorry I got you killed dude!!! THIS time you didn't deserve it
Gabe
(until Sammy convince me you shouldn’t be)
Dean
ghost dean floats around the bunker
Sam
Well, like I said THIS time wasn't his fault... I was commenting on the fact that he was winning at the game by a really large margin.... and picked the word "killing" didn't mean it literally this time
Gabe
I’ll make you a deal Sam
Sam
I guess if you need to kill someone for that.. then it should be me
Gabe
You want your brother back yes?
Sam
A deal? is now worried But absolutely
Gabe
One date with Pamala and I’ll bring him back?
Dean
Dang
Gabe
smirking
Sam
Sure, no problem, we can get dinner. I've been wanting the chef salad at Applebee's
Gabe
You wanna stay dead?
Dean
No thank you
Gabe
You have to ask her out, on a date. Pamala
Dean
(Does she still hate Winchesters?)
Gabe
(yes)
Dean
(is screwed)
Sam
Pamala Would you like to come out for dinner with me? She'll likely say no way
Gabe
You need to get her to go 😂
Dean
(is currently a ghost)
Charlie
(Have fun with that 😂)
Gabe
(when she says yes you come back but vanish if they don’t go I’m enjoying this )
Pamala
I'm not here.. me Alex and Char are on a girl's trip. Lol
Charlie
(It’s true we flew out a couple days ago)
Gabe
(I could do Crowley’s job 😂) Call or text her Sam. Woo her
Dean
(She threw her phone out the window)
Charlie
(We didn’t want Dean to track her lol)
Gabe
(ask me to bring her to the bunker)
Dean
(I tried to get you to get her back and got nowhere 🤣🤣🤣) is not feeling loved
Gabe
Buy a puppy
Dean
am a ghost
Sam
when you come back, I'll ask her again
Gabe
(was I around? I’ve had lots of RL stuff this week) snaps Pamala back to the bunker
Pamala
Oh shit!
Gabe
Figured you want dean back soon
Dean
(You responded back bit then it became a conversation about her drugging herself 🤣🤣🤣)
Charlie
looks around the beach for Becky….
Pamala
peed on myself
Sam
I don't need to woo her, she either wants to go to she doesn't
Gabe
Just your friendly neighborhood celestial being. Poor dean
Gabe
Just all sorts of sexy 😂
Dean
🤣🤣
Gabe
she was kidnapped by a drug cartel
Dean
sad
Gabe
hugs
Charlie
(We were having a good time 😂)
Gabe
See what happens when you buy drugs from witches (I’ll send her back)
Sam
❤️😘
Dean
(I wasn’t dead then)
Gabe
(not always about you dean I meant Becky 😂)
Dean
(True)
Gabe
Wrong person Sammy your night my type , the whole guy thing is a turn off for me but I don’t judge .
Sam
Did you snap Charlie back too? She might be worried if Becky suddenly vanishes
Dean
(Nope hence Charlie looking around the beach for Becky lmao)
Pamala
Alex is with us tooo
Gabe
Nah told her Becky was kidnapped by a drug cartel. But a nice one , that puts them in pretty things
Pamala
Holy fuck!! I'm gonna get into a lot of trouble. Lol
Sam
Hands Pamala my phone Text Charlie and let her know you're safely back here
Gabe
Wait until you fly back
Pamala
takes Sam’s phone and calls Charlie hey I'm ok. Safely at the bunker. Thanks Sam
Gabe
snaps so the messages shows up in Chinese Brazil hieroglyphs with an Egyptian twist upside down and backwards, one letter at a time recurved an hour apart
Sam
Treating you're #wingman kinda rough tonight... trouble in Paradise?
Pamala
That's a lot of work! Lmao
Gabe
I assaaaam the trickster, she loves me like a fat Gabe loves cake. This is about Sam and Pamala finding true love😂
Sam
Pamala If you can see aside your hatred for the Winchester's for a night, want to come out to eat at Applebee's with me?
Pamala
Ahhhhh singing fancy like apple bees on a date night
Sam
They might have a mic you can karaoke on, I know they have alcohol (Dean always orders it)
Gabe
🎶 she wanna dip Sammy like them fries in her frosty🎶 (alcohol? Not Dean)
Sam
#TrueStory
Dean
Currently when not dead I’m still backwards. no alcohol pie or burgers lmao
Henry
It looks like my cupcake, it didn't rise properly
Sam
That's what she said (sorry, couldn’t help myself)
Dean
Haha funny (He won’t understand that reference)
Sam
(I know but we did)
Henry
I heard it before just don't understand jokes
Dean
We love you just the way you are Henry
Gabe
We
Gabe
Love
Gabe
You
Dean
Just the way you are
Henry
My brain broke trying to understand
Dean
For your brain’s sake dont try
Sam
I feel that Henry
Gabe
Don’t try and understand me heck I don’t
Dean
still a ghost I go to Sammy’s bathroom turning the hot water on leaving it running and writing on the steamed-up mirror GET BECKY TO SAY YES AND FOLLOW THROUGH
Sam
Sees the message and now feels too creeped out to use the toilet
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148 of 2022
Created by phoenixlullaby
Basics
What do you prefer to be called?
Everyone calls me Jelle, so let’s go with that. I like my real name as well, though.
When were you born and where?
Oostende, Belgium, in 1990. I was raised in Middelkerke, though. Particularly Westende.
Where do you currently reside?
Bruges, Belgium.
Getting to know you
What could you eat for the rest of your life?
Waterzooi. It’s a dish originating from Ghent and I just love it.
Where is your favorite place to visit locally?
Middelkerke. It’s my little home, after all.
What is your favorite place to visit for a vacation?
Other European countries.
What is your preference: AIM, MSN, Yahoo!, etc.?
Hotmail lol.
If you could magically appear in full costume in a movie, which would it be?
None.
Which role would you play?
None.
What is your favorite accessory?
I just wear my wedding ring and that’s all.
What is your dream career?
The one I have now.
Which country would you live in if you had the choice?
Possibly the Netherlands... we speak the same language, but they would make fub of my accent. XD I’m from the West Flanders province in Belgium, here we speak the softest variant of Dutch. Literally.
Do you believe in the Loch Ness Monster?
I don’t care.
How about ouija boards?
I don’t care either.
Which would you rather be stuck in?
Winter blizzard or summer heat/humidity?
Hurricane or Earthquake?
An opera or a football game?
A closet or an elevator?
a railroad track with an oncoming train or hanging from a carnival ride?
A fight between friends or a room filled with scary spiders?
Randoms
Who are you jealous of and for what reason?
No one. Maybe a little bit of those who are perfectly healthy.
which type of salad dressing do you prefer?
Yogurt or something, or nothing at all.
Can you eat with chopsticks?
I could, but not anymore.
...Are you addicted to myspace? Tell the truth.
...what is even myspace? I’vre never really used myspace at all.
In the Opposite sex (or same if you are gay)
What is your favorite eye color?
I would say green, but, in fact, colour doesn’t matter to me. It’s more about the shape and expression.
What is the first thing you notice when you are attracted to him?
Eyes, of course.
Do you like light, sparkling hair or smooth, dark hair?
I like hair that is not dirty. That’s all.
Any preferred height?
No. Love is not about someone’s height.
What is one thing he could say that would make you melt?
Basically anything in Dutch. While my two favourite guys are Belgians, I kind of seem to have a thing for Dutch guys as well.
What is the most romantic scenerio you can think of?
Just hang out with me and a beer. Romantic scenarios make me cringe.
Do you need a ring, if he were to propose?
No. Although it’s pretty neat to wear a ring once we got married.
Are you crushing on anyone in particular?
More like squishing, in a platonic way. I don’t want a relationship with him, I want a lifelong friendship.
If not, who is the closest thing to *drool* you can think of?
That Dutch rapper Baas B when he was in his early 20s. :P And, on the other hand, my ex and this guy I like because they both appear to be similar in many aspects.
Fashion expression
What is your favorite color to wear?
Black.
Is there an article of clothing you wear every day?
No, everything needs washing sometimes. But I tend to have multiple similar-style items.
What brings out the color of your eyes?
Nothing, my eyes have the colour of the mud. Really.
Are your nails painted? If so, what color?
They’re not.
What would you call your style?
Sometimes hip hop, sometimes metalhead. Most likely a mix of both.
What is your frequent shop? (department store)
Recently Bershka or Pull&Bear, and various goth/metalhead/band merch stores.
Is your hair short or long?
Short, but too long for my liking.
Is it your natural color?
It is.
Do you prefer to be tan or pale?
Rather pale.
Friends
Do you get very personal with your friends?
Yes. I wouldn’t call them my friends if I didn’t trust them.
Are you friends with two or more different 'groups'?
I don’t get this question.
Who is most simliar to you?
My ex. Yeah he is still my friend.
Who is most opposite?
My husband.
Who do you suppose will take this survey after you?
I’m not a holy spirit, anyone can do it.
Finale
What time is it?
17:36.
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Belphie ☔️ (also sending you lots of love 💛💛)
He actually was gonna walk you to class this morning after teasing you a bit but Mammon volunteered to do it instead so he’s secretly glad he gets to step in now
#mini chat game#obey me#obey me swd#gn!mc#gn!reader#texting#mild#salad#I want you guys to know I’m currently making a salad and I typed salad instead of belphie#belphie#belphegor#belphie x mc#belphegor x mc#belphie x reader#belphegor x reader#crack#fluff
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The Runner
(Part 2 here)
A/N: Okay so I've been writing this for a while and only just finished it but I'd like to know whether you guys would like me to turn this into a series? This part works well as a stand-alone but can easily turn into a series if you would like!
Word count: 3194
Summary: The reader works as a runner on the set of Infinity War and developes a bond with Chris Evans.
(SPOILER WARNING: There is one spoiler for Infinity War in this fic, but I'm sure many of you have seen it anyway)
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“Black coffee for Mr Evans please! Black coffee!” A man called over the radio. Your ears pricked up and you ran into the kitchen to make a black coffee. You came charging back out and headed straight for Chris Evans’ dressing room, but his assistant jumped in your path.
“I’ll take that to him.” He said, snatching it out of your hand.
This was your first time working as a runner and you were starting to get the hang of the job. You had only been working there for three weeks and you had about 8 months to go. You were highly excited to work for Marvel, being a fan yourself, but you hadn’t met any of the cast or even the directors. You had caught small glimpses of them but never had any interactions. You had a lot of responsibilities as a runner - making tea and coffee, handling the paperwork, assisting anyone who needed it - and yet you were just chopped liver to everyone on set.
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Another month had passed and you had grown closer to the other runners, the kitchen staff, the cleaners and even the third assistant directors. You were far more comfortable in your job and you even had the opportunity to stand with the third assistant director and watch them film Loki’s death scene...though not your favourite thing to witness.
You still hadn’t interacted with any of the cast but you were used to that by now. It was mainly running orders for everyone and handling the secretary-type roles, which you didn’t mind doing anyway.
Call after call came over the radio with people demanding all sorts of coffees and teas and hot chocolates and cold drinks. Enough to keep you on your feet during the long days. There was a break in demands when they were setting up ready to shoot another scene so you stood with your work friends for a chat before the room had to fall silent. One of the runners let out a small gasp and directed you with their eyes. You turned around to see Chris Evans walking behind you, heading onto set. He turned to you all and gave a little nod and a smile before carrying on. Your heart fluttered. Chris Evans just acknowledged your existence. A stream of small shrieks and giggles came from your group as everyone tried to compose themselves before filming commenced. That was your day made.
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“Black coffee for Mr Evans please! Black coffee!” A man called over the radio. Same guy every day, always his assistant. You quickly marched into the kitchen to get his coffee ready before anyone else did. Strong black coffee with one sachet of sugar. You grabbed the cup, marked it with Chris’ name and strolled over to his dressing room. Once again your luck had vanished when his assistant jumped in front of you and grabbed the cup.
“The order is absolutely correct, yes?” His assistant asked, like he did every time you brought the coffee.
“She makes it the majority of the time, I’m sure she has the order right by now.” Said a voice from behind you. You turned around to find Chris Evans smiling at you. You gave a shaky smile back.
“You know, you make my coffee all the damn time and I don’t even know your name.” He said. You gave a shy giggle. There was a pause.
“So...what is your name?” He asked.
“Oh, um, sorry, yeah, it’s Y/N”, you responded.
“Y/N. Very pretty name. Well, thank you Y/N for the constant coffee. I’ll make sure you deliver them straight to me next time.” He winked at you and you giggled again. His assistant cleared his throat.
“Mr Evans you’re needed in makeup now.”
“Yes thank you Darren. And how many times do I have to tell you to call me Chris?” He huffed. He gave you one last smile and walked off. You were in heaven.
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A week had passed and you hadn’t interacted with Chris since. Every time there was a call for his coffee, you were busy doing other jobs. You had sorted out multiple paperwork, made drinks for crew members and you were currently assisting the cleaners in cleaning up a very messy set after they had stopped shooting a scene. You didn’t mind because the cleaners were all lovely people, plus it gave you a bit of a break before running all over the place. You were kneeling on the ground sweeping up the smaller bits with a dustpan and brush until a pair of feet suddenly appeared in your eyeline.
“Missed a spot” came a voice from above you. You looked up to find Chris Evans towering above you. He winked.
“You’re everywhere at the moment. I’m sure this isn’t in your job description.” He said.
“It’s not, but the more hands on deck, the quicker this gets cleaned.” You shrugged. “Plus, I don’t mind, all of these people are lovely to work with.”
Chris smiled at you and bent down to help.
“You’re an A-List celebrity, you shouldn’t be cleaning up this mess.” You said.
“You’re right. I’m far too big of a diva to clean.” He replied. He flicked a tiny stone at you and you gasped.
“Now is that any way to treat your staff?” You teased, throwing a bit of soil on him. He laughed and you continued to throw bits of rubbish at each other until Darren appeared.
“Oi! You there! What do you think you’re playing at?!” He asked you.
“Oh, I’m sorry we were just..”
“Chill Darren, I was helping her clean up and I started the rubbish fight.” Chris interrupted.
“Well, you need to be resting. You have a big scene coming up.” Darren huffed.
“It’s fine, I was resting then I got bored and now I’m having fun.” Chris responded.
“Fun? With a runner? I highly doubt that. You best head to makeup and get yourself cleaned up.” Darren said to Chris. He then shot you a glare and marched off.
“Sorry about him, he’s very pompous.” Chris apologised.
“It’s fine. I’m used to it.” You said. Even though you were used to people degrading you for being a runner, it still hurt when they did.
“Well you shouldn’t be.” Chris said. He reached out to squeeze your shoulder but was interrupted by Darren yelling “CHRIS!” at the other end of the room.
“I better go before Sir Shouts-A-Lot yells at me again.” Chris said. You let out a little laugh and watched him leave.
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Two more weeks had passed and you had only spoken to Chris on the odd occasion that he would pass you on set. Every time there was a coffee call, Darren made sure someone else made it to stop you two from interacting. You couldn’t see what his problem was but you chose not to kick up a fuss anyway.
When your break finally came around, you grabbed a cup of tea and decided to walk around the studio...just so happens that along your walk was the caravan park where all the actors stayed on set. You heard a familiar voice behind you and your heart dropped.
“Oi! What do you think you’re doing back here?”
You froze.
You slowly turned around, ready to face the wrath of Darren, when, to your surprise, Chris was standing there grinning.
“Good impression, no?” He chuckled. You let out a long sigh.
“Jesus, Chris, you nearly gave me a heart attack.” You scorned, but you couldn’t help smiling,
“On your break?” He asked, gesturing to the tea in your hand.
“Yeah, only a short one though. I get to finish early today.” You said.
“Oh nice! I’ve already wrapped for the day myself. Say, did you want to do something when you’re finished? It’s cool if not, I just thought it would be nice for us to actually talk and maybe become friends? Without the demon on my shoulder.” He said. You smiled instantly.
“I finish in 2 hours, I would love to do something!” You said, maybe a little too enthusiastically.
“Okay okay, um, I have a few movies back in the caravan if you wanna pick one later?”
“Sure, sounds like a plan. I’ll run over as soon as I’ve finished.” You smiled at him.
“It’s a date.” He winked at you and walked away.
Time was moving slower than ever. You kept checking your watch to see how much time had passed but it was only ever a couple of minutes. You decided not to look at your watch for a while and carry on with your duties. The next time you looked at your watch you had half an hour left. A wave of excitement came over you and you went back to finishing up your jobs.
Finally, the time had come.
You finished the jobs you were doing, collected your belongings and clocked out. Butterflies swarmed your stomach as you walked off set and into the caravan park. That’s when you realised you had no idea which caravan was Chris’. You walked up and down and scanned each one, careful not to look like a creep. Suddenly, the door of the caravan on your right opened and Chris stepped out.
“You’re not lost are you?” He asked, smiling.
“I wasn’t sure which was yours, they all look the same,” you said, shyly. He chuckled and invited you in.
You stepped into his caravan. There wasn’t a lot of stuff as it was only a temporary home, but it was still enough to produce a warm ambience. He gestured at you to sit down on the sofa, opposite the tv.
“I have chocolate, popcorn, sweets...salad...what do you fancy?” He asked.
“They’re all fine...except for the healthy stuff, that ruins movie time,” you said. He laughed and poured the sweets, chocolates and popcorn into separate bowls and placed them on the table in front of you.
“Drink? I’ve got fizzy drinks, water, hot chocolate, tea, milkshake...um...black coffee…” he said, you chuckled.
“A milkshake might be nice if that’s okay?” You asked, he nodded and said he was gonna have one too.
You couldn’t help the mix of nerves and excitement flowing through your body. You were sat in Chris Evans’ caravan...with Chris Evans! It really was a dream come true. You tried to calm yourself before you had a fangirl attack but it meant you came off quite shy and quiet.
“Here we are,” he said, placing the milkshakes on the table. “Are you warm enough?” he asked. You noticed you were sat on the sofa looking quite tense. You nodded.
“I’ll get blankets just in case,” Chris said. He went into his room and came out with two large blankets. He passed the softest one to you. You thanked him and adjusted yourself, taking off your shoes so you could sit cross-legged on his sofa with the blanket draped over you. This made you feel a bit more relaxed.
“So, um, what do you fancy?” he asked. You bit your tongue to stop you replying with “you”, you felt it was far too soon in your friendship to make a joke like that.
“Um, Captain America?” You joked. He giggled.
“Nuh-uh, not happening. Try again,” he said.
You had a small discussion on the types of films you like and you settled on Deadpool. Still a great Marvel film, just one that doesn’t have Chris in it so he didn’t have to stress about watching himself.
Chris put on the film and sat next to you, he grabbed his own blanket and draped it over his long legs. He offered you food and you kindly accepted. You both sat in silence whilst the film began, though you kept having to bite your lip to stop you from smiling so much.
About 45 minutes into the film, Chris started to get fidgety, so he tried to adjust himself without making too much noise. In the process of moving his hand, he accidentally scratched the sole of your foot. You let out a squeak and pulled your foot away.
“Sorry, sorry, that was an accident,” Chris said, apologetically.
“It’s okay,” you said, relaxing a bit but praying that he didn’t notice your squeak. You didn’t notice him giving you a side-eye with a puzzled expression on his face.
He sat still for a few minutes then went to adjust himself again, this time deliberately scraping his nails against your sole. You squealed louder and tucked your foot under your leg. You looked over at him and he had a wicked smirk on his face.
“You’re not ticklish by any chance, are you?” He asked, the corner of his lip curling up.
“N-no, you just made me jump,” you said, unconvincingly. He narrowed his eyes but let out a “hm” and turned back to the film.
You were a lot less relaxed now. You were ridiculously ticklish but only a handful of people knew. The trouble was, you did enjoy being tickled but you were always embarrassed by how ticklish you were. Your heart was pounding at the thought of Chris Evans discovering this weakness.
A few more minutes had passed and you couldn’t properly relax. You were still sat cross-legged but your foot was tucked further under your leg this time. Chris let out a little yawn and stretched, you flinched at his movement but still kept your cool. He noticed and tried to hide his smile. When he put his arms back under his blanket, he casually let one hand slide over and gently tickle your toes. This time you let a small giggle slip out and you clamped your mouth shut.
“I think you are ticklish,” he teased. Your heart did a somersault. He gave you a playful smirk and the nerves washed over your body. You couldn’t even find the words to speak. He reached over and grabbed your foot with one hand, pulling it out from under your leg, and he used his other hand to tickle your sole. You shrieked loudly and tried to tug your foot away but his grip was too strong. You couldn’t even twist that far away because of how you were sitting. You fell backwards into the sofa and kept giggling.
“Chrihihis plehehease,” you giggled.
“Aww look at you, you’re so ticklish,” he cooed. You lifted up your blanket to cover your bright red face.
“Oh no you dont,” he said. He stopped tickling your foot and lunged at you, pinning you down to the sofa. You screamed at the sudden attack and pulled the blanket further over your face. He shook his head and vibrated his fingers into your tummy. You shrieked loudly and used one hand to bat away his hands.
“Come on, I wanna see your face when I tickle you,” he said. Your laughter shot up an octave when he started squeezing your hips.
“Oh? Did I just find a bad spot?” He asked. You kept trying to bat him away with one hand but it was no use.
“Remove the blanket or I’m gonna make this worse for you,” he said, sternly.
“NEHEHEVER!” You shrieked under the blanket.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He shot his hands under your arms and you screamed loudly. You couldn’t keep holding the blanket over your head with him tickling deep into your armpits. You slammed your arms down and the blanket fell off you in the process.
“That’s better, I can see your face when you laugh now,” he said. The feeling of his fingers wiggling deep into your armpits was absolute torture.
“Surely it doesn’t tickle this much?” He asked. You shrieked loudly and your laughter grew more desperate with every tease.
“Does it tickle more when I mention how much it tickles?” He asked, clearly aware of what he was doing.
“SHUHUHUT UHUHUP!” You cried. He laughed with you which made it worse.
“Ohh, cootchie cootchie coo,” he said in a high pitched teasing voice. That made you scream more and frantically try and buck him off you.
You thought that would be the killer move? Oh no. Not for Chris. He picked up the pace of his wiggling fingers in your armpits and bent down to nuzzle his beard into your neck. His longer hair brushed over your ear too. This was the killer. It was absolute torture. He blew a raspberry into your neck and you fell into silent laughter. You couldn’t cope with him tickling your armpits, his beard tickling your neck and his hair tickling your ear. He laughed into your neck and the vibrations were the final straw. You started hitting his shoulder with as much force as you could and he sat back up, removing his hands.
“Sorry, I went a bit too far. Are you okay?” He asked, getting off of you. You lay there, sucking in deep breaths, and nodded. Your face was the deepest shade of red it had ever gone.
“Are you sure?” He asked, giving you a hand up.
“I...I...” you began, he looked at you with a concerned expression on his face. “I’m okay,” you breathed out. He gave you a soft smile.
You were more in shock at the fact you had just been ruthlessly tickled by Chris Evans. You couldn’t speak, your heart was pounding ten to the dozen.
“You’re quite possibly the most ticklish person I’ve ever met,” he said. Somehow your face went an even deeper shade of red.
“Aww, you’re so cute when you blush,” he cooed.
“Shut...up..” you whispered.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked, shuffling closer to you.
“Yeah, I’m more than okay,” you said. He raised an eyebrow.
“Don’t tell me you liked that?” He asked, a hint of teasing in his voice. You blushed and tilted your head down.
“No. Way. You enjoyed that didn’t you?” He asked. You blushed once again and gave a very small nod.
“Just when I thought you couldn’t get more adorable,” he said. “Little Y/N enjoys being tickled.”
You looked up at him. A wave of playfulness came over you.
“I’m so gonna get you,” you said. Before he could protest, you launched yourself at him and tackled him to the sofa. You wasted no time in squeezing his sides.
The laughter that came out of him was one you had never heard before. It was so warm and genuine and it only made you want to tickle him more. You giggled at his weak state and switched between tickling his sides, armpits, tummy and ribs to see which one made him laugh the most. It was clear that he was enjoying himself too.
“Aww is Chris ticklish too?” You cooed, surprised at your sudden confidence. You were met with a chorus of begs and pleads but you couldn’t stop yourself tickling him.
It was a really cute afternoon with just the two of you. But you were both too distracted to see who was outside the caravan, watching as you both ruthlessly tickled each other.
Darren.
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Tony Leung: “[Wenwu] isn’t a villain at all!”
On September 6, 2021, Tony Leung sat down with Hong Kong actress Carol “Dodo” Cheng for an interview about life, sports, and of course, his latest Hollywood outing as a widower who grieved the death of his beloved wife and a father who “didn’t know how to love [his children]” in Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings.
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Interview is originally in Cantonese, and has been translated into English.
FULL TRANSCRIPT BELOW:
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Today I'm really pleased to interview Tony Leung Chiu-Wai. The last time I really chatted with you in earnest was... Do you remember? In 2013.
I think that time I was with...
We were on a plane together.
At the mall? On a plane?
We arrived in Hong Kong, and went to some awards ceremony. We were waiting for our luggage, exchanged a few words. That was 2013, and we haven’t met since. Where did we meet up next? I’m sure you won’t remember. It was here in Hong Kong. I was surprised by you. I usually go to the supermarket, very early in the morning. Because there's no-one there.
Yeah.
I saw you there.
I think that was probably it. Not too crowded in the morning.
You too. Why so early in the morning?
To... buy food. I usually wake up at 6am. I’d exercise until about 10am-ish, and then I’d…
Go for a walk.
Shower, then shop for food. I usually eat quite simply— it’s either salad, or buckwheat noodles. Salad doesn't stay fresh very well. So I’d get up early in the morning, shop for what I like, and prepare it at home.
Have you been eating healthy all this time?
I’m not doing this particularly for my health. I get an upset stomach easily. I get food poisoning very easily. And it’s miserable having food poisoning! When you’re at work, others don’t know how bad you’re having it. But you can’t tell-- you can’t convey that.
Alright, at this point it’s time for a nostalgia trip. We used to be colleagues, and we’ve shot TV series together. At that time, did you feel that you could eat whenever and not have to sleep… When did you start prioritising your health?
When did it start? I think it would have been… at least 20 years ago. Because it’s miserable being sick while on set. You’ve got to keep working. Even when I had a fever, (producer) Wong Kar-Wai would say, “No, it’s the last day, you’ve got to make it.” So I would work with a fever!
It’s good that everyone's health-conscious now, and wants to avoid falling ill. So when I was preparing for this interview, some friends told me, They’d seen you and me do an interview, from many years ago. I don’t think you’d remember. We’re talking many years ago - decades here! You were really young at the time. At the TV station you were a rising star, a top male lead actor. So I interviewed you. I asked you a question, and I don’t know if you remember how you answered. I asked, “Have you thought about retirement?” You did give me an answer at the time. Do you remember at what age you said you’d retire?
I really don’t remember. I’m sure retirement was always on my mind then.
You were in your 20s then, not quite 30. You told me— “I will definitely retire at 36!”
[laughter]
What changed your mind?
I believe that when I started out as an actor, it was certainly hard work when I was just starting out. But I thought, I wouldn’t get to where I am today without going through tough times. But as I slowly grew as a person, my perspectives and values have changed. I feel more at ease. So I wouldn’t think in extremes like I did before. I think that in the past 10, 20… 10 years? I've become a more relaxed person. I wouldn’t just say, “now I’ll retire.” If I want to keep going, I will.
This is your favourite line of work, isn’t it?
Except sport.
Could you imagine yourself in any other career? I can’t.
I’d be a sportsperson.
A sportsperson, playing what?
I play a lot of sports. I like mountain biking, sailing, water skiing, surfing… I’m up for anything.
You really like water sports, don’t you?
It’s hot in Hong Kong, and summer takes up most of the year. What’s more refreshing than being in the water?
How about in winter?
I’d still be in the water, wearing long sleeves.
You wouldn’t take up running?
I don’t particularly like it… I can’t seem to find much variety in running. I like to interact with nature directly. There’s something new every day. Take sailing, for example. Every day is different, the weather changes.
Your body is in a different condition every day.
You're working with the changing conditions. You end up building up a lot of knowledge. You learn about nature, the weather, changes in conditions. The water, currents, what do you call it... Hot weather warms the ocean and you’ll have gusts of wind. I didn’t know all this. But the more I sailed, the more I thought,“This is great!”
You’ve got a real passion for this.
I do.
What have you been up to during the pandemic? It’s been 1— almost 2 years, hasn't it?
I was filming in 2 movies… And... flying here and there.
Do you need to quarantine?
Quarantine! Countless times.
We’ve talked for so long, let’s come back to this film, Shang-Chi. I believe Tony has received endless invitations to appear in overseas films. Why did you choose this film?
I didn't really... I believe it’s fate to be involved in certain films. I can’t just want to act in some type of film, then get it. An opportunity comes up, but sometimes the director might not like me, or I might not like the screenplay. Or I might like the director, but I don’t like the character. So you can’t just make this sort of thing happen. I think sometimes the time will be just right and things will happen. The director may like me, and I like the project, or I like the director. Or I might want to try something in particular. It takes a lot, a combination of factors, for something to happen.
It's like a piece of furniture, isn't it? The pieces need to be joined precisely.
Yes.
How were you scouted for this movie? How were you approached?
The director approached me, wanted to have a chat with me. So I...
What's your requirements for taking on a film? Do you need to read through the whole screenplay?
That would be best. It would.
You would've been in many films without a solid screenplay, wouldn't you?
There would still be an idea.
An overview of sorts.
But this movie... You know Marvel is very secretive. At the beginning, I was in a video conference call with the director. What he could tell me at the time was, "You're going to be the main villain. Your character has many layers." Then I asked, "do I need to fight?" "No, because you have those rings." So I said, "then I'll definitely be fine." That was all.
What about that drew you in? Being the main villain?
That was one of the draws. In the past few years, I wanted to try characters different to those I'd played previously.
Why do all actors who have played male leads want to go off and play villains?
Actually... there's more complexity to them. I feel like there's a different mindset between playing a protagonist and an antagonist. I've acted for 30-something years. It's about time I did something different.
So you're in, you're headed to the shoot, and you're now the main villain! What's the mindset behind this?
Oh, not for this film. I thought I was the villain at first. A month before the shoot, I read the script. I didn't think this character was a villain at all. There was a real human side to this villain. Perhaps Marvel was hoping to portray a villain from a different angle this time around. So I was puzzled. Initially I was expecting, "Ooh, a villain, this will be fun", but when I looked at the script, "no, this isn't a villain at all!"
Very sentimental?
Yes, and a lot of humanity.
You thought it would be easy playing a villain.
I didn't think it would be easy.
You didn't think there would be so much emotion.
I didn't think it would be easy. I thought there would be more evil in him. I read the script and thought, "oh no, he's not evil at all", And that's difficult to portray. How would you let the audience... and I thought, "wow it's as if he's a good guy?" I read through the script and couldn't find the evil in this character.
How would you portray this character? Was the director able to help you?
The director...
Or did he put a lot of trust in you?
I rarely... He put a lot of trust in me, and I don't discuss with the director often. I thought, what's the use of discussing? I could just act it out. You can be really idealistic when you discuss. I would rather do more... When I arrived, Destin would ask me, "Do you want to talk it out?" and I would say no.
Was there a read-through?
No, no read-through.
You went straight to shooting?
Yes, straight to the shoot.
Then it would be like, "Tony, stand here, in this shot do this and that, and you'd do it?
Yeah. It was kind of like that. We filmed the action scenes first. So there was time to warm up. Then the dramatic parts. I like the drama most. I felt the most excited during these parts. The action scenes were particularly tough, because it was summer in Australia then.
Did you need to train?
I did. At first I was told I didn't need to fight. Then when I got there— wow, there's so many action scenes! So I scrambled and...
But you've got those rings. You can just throw the rings.
Sure, but there's still some action involved. Because I didn't physically prepare beforehand, it was rather tough at first. I got used to it as the shoot went on, but the weather was still hot. And there were period costumes, so it was tough at first.
So there was a sequence, they filmed all the action scenes first, and then scenes with dialogue afterwards, is that right?
I think they deliberately scheduled this so I could warm up a little. So I wouldn't need to dive straight into very intense dialogue.
There are a lot of actors involved, right? Your character has a son, too. Is this the first time you're portraying a dad?
Would it be my first time...
Or you have, but not for a much older son?
Yes, not for a much older son. I had a child in “The Grandmaster” as well. But not that old, no.
How would you portray the emotions of a father-son relationship? Because your character didn't know his son.
It was manageable. In this movie, the father-- not that he didn't love his children. He didn't know how to love them. This character doesn't even know how to love himself. The love was from his wife, portrayed by Fala Chen, He found love in this woman. But he doesn't know how to love others. So he was very distant from his children, his sons— his daughters were pretty much ignored. He was a father figure who preferred sons over daughters, a rather... traditional father archetype. Almost the old-fashioned type.
In shooting this movie, what was most difficult for you?
The action scenes.
Do you do all these scenes yourself?
I try to, but they wouldn't let us do the really dangerous ones. If you're injured, who's going to replace you?
Sure.
But I try to do as much as I'm able.
You'd need to rehearse the scenes with everyone.
Of course. Once we arrived, they arranged for Fala, my son, played by Simu, and my daughter... like you and I used to, we would all practice in the studio.
How long were the working hours?
It was 10 working hours a day, but we went all the way through that. There was no break in between.
Really? I thought you would be sitting comfortably in your trailer?
No! We filmed a lot every day! You know how that made me felt? It felt like I was in my TV days again.
Really?
You'll think, "will we get through this much filming today?" And by the end of the day, you would. But it was very intense. Perhaps they didn't want us to have a break, because we'd have to disperse and regroup. So we went all the way through. Once we arrived in the studio, it was full steam ahead. There was no meal break, because there was always...
No meal break?
No.
I've never heard of a Hollywood film shoot without meal breaks.
There's food throughout the day. Catering comes around, and we'd just eat.
But there wouldn't be an hour for a meal break.
No.
How long was shooting in total?
I was involved for about... 4 months.
Was that long or short timeframe, in your experience?
I felt like it was short, because they were very efficient and organised. They planned it really well. So every you'd head in and whoosh,
It flowed well.
Yes, very professional.
In your opinion, are there particular scenes you're in that the audience should pay attention to?
I think... I wouldn't say particular scenes, but the film as a whole. I don't think you've all seen me in this get-up before.
We could tell from the promos.
Very different to what I've played before.
Did you stay in one place for four months, or did you have to fly around?
We were only in Sydney, because we were in a studio. It was all green screen. There were a lot of special effects, so we only had to construct part of a set, And the rest was green screen, so it was mostly shot in the studio. Only the opening and ending were elsewhere, in a park, and in a village on a set they'd constructed. So I was there for... I was in Sydney the whole time. But because of the pandemic, I left for a few months in the middle, and returned when were were able to shoot again.
How did you feel about your experiences after the shoot? It's a Marvel movie, very different from the dramas and other films you've been in. How would you sum up your experiences?
Very stressed, very frustrated.
Really?
Because I'm the type of person who stays in their comfort zone. I filmed with familiar directors, and familiar crew.
You've really leapt out of your zone there.
I really stepped out of this comfort zone, working with strangers. The only person I could trust in was the director. I didn't know anyone else there. And when I got a copy of the screenplay, like I mentioned, I realised, "Wow, a villain that doesn't feel like a villain, what do I do?" I'd only received the script a month before the shoot. And when I got there, I had to work with the dialect coaches on delivery. I was filming, I was thinking... it was stressful. But we got through in the end.
Where were the costumes done?
In Tokyo. I was there at the time, and our costume designer kindly flew over to dress and fit me. At the time I didn't know what was in the script, I didn't know the story. But the costumes helped me a lot at the time. The movie's costumes were made beautifully. I thought they had good design sense. So when I was dressed for the first time, I was able to feel...
That you were the character.
Yes, roughly. I had an initial feeling for it. And then I would turn up in person, and get a better feel as I played the character.
So the shoot is over, it's about to be released. What plans do you have next, Tony?
Well when I came back to Hong Kong, I took part in a local film. Then I might shoot one in Shanghai, and then a TV series in Vancouver.
So you've done a complete turn-around since I last interviewed you. You were thinking of retiring at 36, do you not plan to retire now?
Not that I haven't thought about it... I'll stop when I feel tired. Then I'll go back to playing sports. If I feel like I've taken too long a break, and go "no, I need to do something," and there's something I'm really interested in, I'll do it. I don't need to come to a complete stop. It's something I like, after all.
So when you film in future, you wouldn't be thinking, "oh, I've been in a Hollywood production, "I will only appear in productions at that tier.” You'll be happy with a good screenplay.
Yes.
You might be asked to shoot drama films again. You would still take that on?
Well, I haven't given myself...
You've already left your comfort zone.
Yes, but I haven't really limited myself to what I think I should film. If there's a good film, I'll shoot in it. If there's something I like, I'll do it.
Well Tony, surely a typical day in Hong Kong for you wouldn't be on the water all day. What's a typical day like for you without shoots?
Well I'd get up, and there would be at least 2 hours of exercise.
Every day?
Yes.
Monday through Sunday?
Maybe one, half day's rest. You've got to let your body recover.
How about when you're shooting in Hollywood?
Not during filming, I'd save up my energy for that. Shooting takes 10 hours a day, but hair and makeup could take 2 hours. That's 12 hours, and it was tiring.
That's true.
I needed the energy for filming. But in Hong Kong, without a shoot, I'd have 2 hours exercise in the morning, make lunch, I might do some sports, like sailing, or water skiing. I'll come home, maybe watch a movie, or read a book. That's it. Maybe I'll have dinner.
I wouldn't exactly call that exciting. [Laughter]
It's pretty exciting!
For you, at least.
If the weather's good and I spend the day out sailing, I'd feel really happy about that. But not every day's a good day. I might capsize, and it would feel wrong. But it's not all that bad.
Why don't you enter competitions?
I have entered competitions.
Have you placed in these competitions?
Well... I have placed before.
What did you place?
I think second.
Oh, that's quite good. If you competed in the Olympics in sailing, there's no age limit there right?
Yes, there's no limit. But you don't necessarily have to compete in the Olympics. I could...
But we would all be happier for it, Tony. Imagine, Tony Leung Chiu-Wai representing Hong Kong and winning a medal! You've seen how happy the medalists have been this year.
It's really hard! It's really hard!
Why is that?
You're not as fit as younger people. It's hard. I play sports purely for enjoyment. I feel like it's an experience.
Fair enough.
It's... I'm not the type to want first place or something.
You're not a competitive person.
Yes. I don't want to experience a sport in that way. I'm there for my own enjoyment, not to win.
Let's say in future... since I last saw you in 2013— that wasn't even an interview, and now I've met you after all this time. Let's say in 5 years. What would you be doing in 5 years' time?
Maybe I...
Back then you said you'd retire at 36. I'll ask you again now, let's not dredge up the past. What do you think you'd be doing?
In 5 years' time, I think I would have more time for sports. [laughter]
Still on the water?
Yeah. Well, not necessarily, but a lot of different sports. I do want to try some—
Try running! I've seen Kar Ling (Carina Lau) run before!
Yes, she likes running, and hiking too.
Why don't you run with her?
I don't really like running.
Hiking?
Hiking, I'd rather... well when I'm skiing, I'd walk in the back country, in good weather, carrying my skis and wearing my cleats, it's the same thing. I'd hike up and ski down. But not that kind of hiking. Well sometimes... when in summer, in Hokkaido, I can't ski. I would still hike, but I wouldn't really like it. But it would be better with friends.
But you don't like being around too many people.
I sometimes like being with family. But my family... not everyone can hike. One might cramp up halfway.
Since you like being on the water so much, how many people does it take to do that?
One.
Just you?
Yeah.
Just someone to steer the boat.
Uhh... yeah.
It doesn't matter if there's a boat?
I do a lot of different water sports. I have those... electric boards, the type that shoot up like a magic carpet on the water, I have a stand up paddleboard, I can surf by myself too, that's doable. A lot of the sports I do can be done solo. I don't need a lot of people around.
You've really changed from before. You used to like to... go out at night?
Yeah.
That's all gone?
It has for a while. I haven't been in the nightlife for 20, 30 years. I'd eat out for dinner at most. Then I'd go straight home.
I remember I used to shoot TV dramas with you, you surprised me— We've filmed one or two series together, I would go straight home to bed afterwards, because I've always been a morning person. You could still say, "I'm going to go out for a bit." Yet the next day — our call sheets had us in very early — you were still able to make it in on time. Back then…it was a rite of passage.
Because I was young. Yes, and it was life experience. There are things you should do at that age.
Sure. Well, I hope to see you in another production soon. If this series were really successful, would you continue in any sequels?
[laughter] I really don't know, I can't say.
Why's that?
I feel like... as I've mentioned, there's fate involved in shooting a particular film. We'll see where...
…where fate takes you.
...where fate takes me.
Thank you Tony Leung Chiu-Wai for being with us today.
You're welcome.
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Consideration and Generosity
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Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug and Chat Noire, DCU
Characters: Marinette, Damian
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She sat on a park bench that day; the weather was hot yet, cloudy.
Despite the uncomfortable sweat clinging to her being and the buzzing noise of her surroundings, she smiled happily. She would do anything for inspiration, even endure the blistering feeling of the sun.
Soon enough it has been hours since she began to sketch and draw designs for clothing she wishes to make true.
She feels her head is off, so she takes a break to answer a text from her mother.
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(Mom) Marinette, are you still at the park? It's been five hours.
(Me) Yep! Just taking a break.
(Mom) Just now? It's really hot outside, have you eaten? What about water?
(Me) Don't worry! I'm fine! I stayed in the shade the whole time.
(Mom) Okay, but I want a picture of you eating.
(Me) Okay, I will. I love you!
(Mom) I love you too.
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Marinette, packs her sketch books and other materials a way in her bag. She stands up, only to tip over onto someone walking past her.
"Hey, you-"
The person stops to keep her from falling all the way down.
"Uh... I'm sorry, I guess I should have taken a break earlier."
She tries to break a way from the strangers grip. They let her go easily. They began to walk a little further a way with a eye in her direction. She sits down again to collect herself. She takes a few breaths and thinks about how to get up without falling and embarrassing herself.
"I wish I packed a water bottle or something, I knew it was hot but I thought I would be fine....", she thought to herself.
She checked her bag in case she just forgot. Lo and behold there was a water bottle in one of the outside pockets.
"Huh....? That's strange, I was sure I......oh well.", she shrugged it off as her forgetting.
Feeling a little better, she carefully stood up. Having not fallen, she smiled and picked up her full bag. She walks in the direction of a small restaurant to eat, since she wouldn't make it home before hunger got to her.
She walked like she wasn't being followed. Casual and slow, she took in the buildings a round her. The same as her memories told her, but still just as beautiful.
Once she got to an empty table, she sat her bag down in front of her. The waitress walks up to her with a smile.
"Hello! Here is the menu, please take your time. Though I do suggest today's special! Mushroom soup with broccoli, carrots, and rice."
"Thank you."
"No problem!"
The waitress leaves her be and she focuses on the menu. It seems that this restaurant is all about healthy living.
She hums to herself as she thinks of her order. However, everything sounded wonderful and she couldn't decide. Then she heard a waitress bring someone's order of a tofu and veggie stuffed bell peppers with a side salad. So she looked over to see the meal and found that it looked delicious. She also saw they ordered tomato juice.
Looking at the menu one more time, she located the meal, drink and picked out a dessert on her own.
As soon as she put her menu down, the waitress came up to her with her pen and notepad out.
"Ready to order?"
"Yes, I would like the Tofu and Veggie stuffed Bell peppers with a side salad, tomato juice, and the vanilla, soy bean ice cream."
"Would you like a topping?"
"Yes, let's see....oh! The coconut sprinkles and strawberry drizzle."
"To repeat: Tofu, veggie stuff bell peppers, side salad, tomato juice, vanilla soy bean ice cream with coconut sprinkles and strawberry drizzle?"
"Yes."
"Okay, we will right on it!"
Marinette took out her phone as she waited. She texted her mom, that she was at a restaurant nearby. Her mom reminded her to send a picture of her eating.
A few minutes later and her food was brought to her.
"Thank you so much!"
"It's no problem, dear, tell me if you need anything!"
The waitress leaves to let her eat. She sends a picture of her food to her mom, who responded with the words 'smile and heart'.
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Change perspective
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His day was normal. He woke up and dealt with the hooligans that plagued his life. He was currently in Paris as a part of a stake out group. His family dispersed during day to do individual actives. His father wanted him near by, but he argued that he didn't need to be monitored.
His father conceded by saying he must practice being considerate of other people and to update him on how it is going and if he needs help. He was more than reluctant to agree. Regardless, he did.
He didn't like the loose nature of his apparel for the day, but had no chouce due to the heat.
Though by no means is his clothing loose in comparison to others definition. He prefers to be dignified at all times.
Most of the day, he had nothing report to his father that was particularly considerate until he notice the ragged look of a girl a round his age. She looked dehydrated and ill. He scoffs at her lack of self preservation until he notice she was immersed in some kind of sketching. He also remembered his has to be 'considerate' today so he will say she was lost to passion. After all, this is Paris, the city known for passion.
He watches her as she unconsciously squints and makes a grim expression at times. She sways ever so slightly.
In his observations, she stopped her work to look at her phone. Her condition is not well. He walks a little closer with a water bottle he bought. The moment he walked next to her and she stood, he stabilized her and slipped the water bottle in her bag as she spoke, trying to clear her head. She was drenched in sweat.
"Father better be grateful, I am being more than generous with being 'considerate', disgusting.", he thought with distain.
He hurried a way from her only to stop a short distance a way to watch her more and to sanitize his hands; to rid himself of the horrid feeling of her sweat.
The girl swayed less than before, but after updating his father of what happened, he was ordered to tail her. What if she collapsed? His efforts would have been in vain if that was so.
He was slightly frustrated and her slow pace did nothing to help. He only felt a bit better at her choice of eatery. He saw that she was heading for a Healthy Living Restaurant and went a head of her to sit down. He typed to his father that the girl was trying to decide what to eat. He was instructed to do what he thought best if he were to interfere at all. So he picked the most sensible option for her condition, in return, she followed and added something to her order.
He ate quietly and finished before her. He then left a large tip; the service was quick, the food palatable, atmosphere was pleasant and he doubted the girl had much on her. Enough to pay perhaps, but she would then be left with nothing else.
She seemed to be middle class, and the middle class does not make much little wealth, to him at least. Sure, her clothing was quite good with quality, but her manners weren't all that remarkable and nothing else about her was either.
Polite, is what she was. Quiet, unnoticeable, and polite.
To him, she was a foolish girl that dreamed too much and did little for her own well-being. Truly the epitome of moronic whelps.
After he left the restaurant, he watched from a distance. Through the window, he saw her tempt to pay, only to be denied. He smirked, perhaps he should visit this particular restaurant again and maybe even invest a bit?
He felt his phone buzz, his father typed, wanting to be updating on the status of the girl. It became apparent that some of the hooligans are now aware of his sudden punish- mission. Yes, this is a mission.
Protecting such weak plebeians is the duty of his father and him, also the unsightly hooligans- not well in his opinion- but he shall add them this once.
"Father is surely proud of how 'considerate' and 'generous' I am.", he believes, "Excessively so."
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The day ends with Marinette safely returning home and the still mysterious young man facing his mismatched family.
The young man remained considerate as he ignored the jeers of the hooligans until he realized, he didn't have to any more and retorted as though his words came from the high heavens.
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The next time he checked in on the young lady, he had some knowledge of her background he shouldn't and decided to continue to see to it that she is well taken care.
"It's called being an arrogant, egotistical xsshxle with a God complex. She doesn't need your 'consideration', she is not a charity case!"
One loud problem claimed as he tuned him out.
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The young man did visit the restaurant once more and she was there. She would visit often and order the same thing as he had the first time. There were times she ordered something else and he would try things she experimented with, minus the meat.
She ordered meat less and less the more she came to the restaurant, he noticed. He had no clue why, since she obviously had no problem eating it.
He didn't order sweets as often as she did, but he would on occasion, get something with a little bit of sweetness to it; like the dried fruit sandwich with any type of sauce it can come with. The sandwich had fresh, and air dried fruit. There would be other ingredients and such to change the flavor of the sandwich, making it a popular item on the menu.
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Change Perspective
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She felt like she has seen the same guy a lot over the past two months and is slightly worried. After some thought to it and the more she believed she was over thinking it and that it was pure coincidence. She did know, however, he had good taste in food and art. Plus that animals are so cute!! He couldn't be all bad if animals liked him.
She would walk a little closer and sometimes walk a little farther from him and since he never moved, she felt better. It really was a coincidence to her knowledge.
Eventually, she would would stop seeing him. He was a tourist, so of course he would leave at some point. Still, she was a little sad.
Oh well, school is starting soon, maybe she'll make friends to fill the loneliness her pretend friend left her.
She liked to pretend this stranger was her friends and that they hung out, since she saw him in most places that she was. She saw him at the restaurant and sometimes the park and rarely he would be at the museum. Technically he wasn't everywhere and not as frequent as she made it seem like he was, but if was often enough to remember him.
"You should have talked to him, get his number."
"But then he might have thought I was hitting on him! I just wanted a friend..."
"Sweetie, look on bright side! Either you can cherish memories that made you happy or you can forget him and move on. You don't know what life has in-store for you, it could be fun!"
"Thank you, mom. You too dad, I will see what happens."
"On that note, want help me frost some cakes?"
"Yes!!!"
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The end.
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Totally don't gotta do this if you don't want to, but any MDZS characters with the best friend reader "secretly" watching over them on a date? They got the whole dumb mustache and all, and surprisingly don't get noticed until the reader makes texts them like "bro eat your food" - "turn around" or something like that? Just a funny idea I had in my head lolol
this is so cute! i really love this and played around with your ideas; hope you enjoy it; i’m also writing for characters, that i haven’t really had the chance to write much for yet.
here’s to your request~
.・゜-: ✧ :- -: ✧ :-゜・．
Wei Wuxian
if Wei Wuxian had been a little bit more enamored with Lan Wangji, maybe he wouldn’t have noticed it
but c’mon, you’re wearing a whole mustache for god’s sakes
and it wasn’t even like a normal one
or a decent one (like Nie Mingjue’s)
it was a mustache that you’d see on Mr. Potatohead (Toy Story)
and honestly, even with any disguise Wei Wuxian could tell that it was you in a blink of an eye
the moment that he sees you, you hide behind the menu quickly, the most obvious giveaway in your ‘stealth mission’
Wei Wuxian laughs at himself, stares down at the cleared table from when he had just ordered
Lan Wangji looks up at him, a quiet inquisitive look that Wei Ying knows how to read without needing to look too closely
“my friend cares too much,” Wei Wuxian replies, both teasingly but also genuinely happy
because only you would care for him this much
to go to the extent of following him around to see if Lan Wangji was an alright guy
and certainly, Lan Wangji was a more than alright guy
but having you there, sneaking around to look out for him, made Wei Ying feel even better
“give me a minute,” Wei Ying tells his date before reaching for his phone and typing out a message
a moment later, across the restaurant, your own phone lights up with a notification
best idiot: remember to take some nice candid photos of our date for insta!
love ya
you’re embarrassed that your cover is blown (so much for the mustache)
and a bit startled
but when you look up, meet eyes with your best friend a few tables away
you get a wink
and you know it’s alright
Jiang Cheng
Jiang Cheng chokes on his water immediately at the sight
“oh Jiang Cheng, are you okay?” his date asks delicately, reaching for a napkin to wipe the water that dribbled down his nice shirt
“fine, i’m fine,” Jiang Cheng replies, red coloring his face as he adverted his eyes
it wasn’t good to judge people by appearance
but certainly
this person sitting a booth away didn’t care
a weird, old century top hat, fuzzy sweater vest, and a mustache falling off of their face-
wait
Jiang Cheng does a double take as his date talks on and on about their current medical school stories, or whatever it is
and Jiang Cheng has 20/20 vision, so his eyes can’t fool him
it’s definitely you
“y/n” Jiang Cheng mumbles, tiredly under his breath
“what’s that?” his date asks, in the middle of retelling and Jiang Cheng waves it off
“it’s fine, continue; how was it like post-op?” Jiang Cheng reverts and his date seems egocentric enough to go along with it
Jiang Cheng messages you under the table
me: why are you here?
idiot ★彡: no i’m not
me: do you think i’m stupid?
Jiang Cheng waits a bit and is a little offended that the answer he gets from you is a ‘yes’
idiot ★彡: anyways, you gotta do a better job at paying attention, or else your date is gonna be annoyed
almost as if you had jinxed him, Jiang Cheng looks up from his phone just to be caught red-handed by his date, unamused
“am i wasting your time?” his date asks
“no no, work just keeps me at times,” Jiang Cheng says, glances over his date’s shoulder to catch you holding your mustache and stuffing a piece of spaghetti into your mouth
Jiang Cheng sighs, lets you be
even though he knows you’re going to make fun of him later
Nie Huaisang
bffl ★彡: remember to relax bro ★彡
Huaisang smiles down at his phone, then mildly laughs
anxiously
because how could anyone be relaxed on a first date
bffl ★彡: i can tell how fast your leg is shaking from my house, relax, who wouldn’t love you?
Huaisang wants to think that too
but he’s nearing the edge of his late 20s
and he still
stil!!
hasn’t really had a relationship that lasted more than a few months
me: wish me luck y/n
bffl ★彡: you know i’m always the lucky one :D
and right after the text is sent, the doorbell of the restaurant rings
and the date commences
luck seems to be on his side tonight
because whenever he looks down at his silent phone on his lap, your reminders of little things come to him at just the right moment
like which fork to use when eating the salad
and when to act coy or cutesy and laugh into his hand a certain way
and it makes the date go well
that genuinely, Nie Huaisang feels a connection, some mild spark in him
it’s small
but it’s there
and it surprises him
that’s his first surprise
his second one
is when he’s being escorted by his date out of the restaurant and catches a very odd sight of a person following him
at first he doesn’t believe it
but then
he catches the way that a strand of you h/c falls out from under a very tight cap
and the ridiculous trench coat
and also the timely way your advice had come in tonight
and he puts it together way too easily
“thank you so much for tonight,” Huaisang quickly averts before his date can ask why they were being followed by a person in a trench coat and a falling stick on mustache
though he will definitely thank YOU later when he gets home
Wen Ning
bestie ★彡: don’t sit too tightly it’s not an interview ★彡
Wen Ning startles at the notification on his phone
he fixes his posture more out of surprise than anything
he looks around, scanning the tables and seats
though nothing seems out of place
bestie ★彡: relax, you look like you’re about to pee yourself
Wen Ning takes a deep breath, reaches to text you back while he waits for his date to arrive
me: how do you know what i’m feeling?
bestie ★彡: i’m your bestest best friend in the world; it’s the vibes
but also, anyone can tell you’re anxious, look at that palm sweat
Wen Ning sighs, putting his phone down and wiping his hands on the sides of his jeans
luckily, it’s then that his date arrives and all is forgotten in the moment
and the date goes pretty well
your tips help him get through most of the date intact
and honestly he’s grateful
he doesn’t understand how you can know exactly what he’s feeling and doing
he kinda thinks you have a tracker on him
but then
when the night ends,
and he’s just leading his date out to the door, he walks past a table and catches a person in a trench coat, mustache
and a glimmering opal phone case
your phone case
you confirm his suspicions by looking up, giving a little nod
and even though, you’re a little over the top
he appreciates it
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The Way I Loved You (Poppy x MC) Part 2
I want to make this a slow burn type of fic so I’ll just be giving crumbs for now 😅 I swear tho there’ll be more plot and action in the later parts.
tag list: @whackawriting @samanthadalton @crazzyplays @uselesslesbianfr @baexpoppy @alexroyard @alexlabhont @veenast @cloakanddaggerthings (If you wanna be added or removed or just prefer a certain ship just let me know ❤️)
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Word Count: 1700
Warning: none
"I'm sorry, Ms. Min-Sinclair, we only have one more room available for tonight."
Bea watched as the expression on Poppy's face went from horrified to anger. "Check again, please."
"I'm really sorry, but unfortunately, all our other rooms are already booked since we had several guests come in because of the storm," the receptionist said apologetically.
The look Poppy gave the receptionist must have been pretty damn scary, given that his hand was now visibly shaking.
Poppy's voice was beginning to rise. "Listen to me you–"
Bea clasped her hand around Poppy's wrist and dragged her away from the poor guy before she could make a scene. Kind and sweet Poppy was gone entirely. Instead, standing before her was the self-absorbed, shrieking harpy Bea very much knew and hated.
"Calm down, Poppy. The receptionist was just doing his job."
"Calm down?! There's not a chance in hell that I–"
"You know what? If you want to sleep outside in the storm, go ahead because I certainly won't be stopping you," Bea snapped.
Poppy was seething but didn't say anything else.
"I'll be in our room. Feel free to join me once you actually figure out how to act like an adult."
Without waiting for Poppy's response, Bea made her way to the receptionist to finish the transaction, all the while apologizing for Poppy's behavior. Once she got the key, she went straight to the room.
Bea had hoped there were two beds at least, but the way their luck was going, it only made sense that a single queen-sized bed stood at the center of the room. The room itself was average with bland white walls and a window with a city view that was currently shrouded by heavy rain and mist. It certainly wasn't nearly like her room back in Belvoire, but it wasn't like she had any other choice.
After setting down what little things Bea had brought with her–obviously not expecting to spend the night there, and definitely not with Poppy–Bea collapsed on the bed, exhausted. A few minutes later, the door opened, and Poppy walked in, evidently calmer than before. She stood near the doorway, scanning the entire room with a frown. Bea fully expected her to complain about, well, everything, but she just trodded to the side of the bed and glared at her.
"Move."
Bea moved obediently to the other side of the bed, too exhausted to argue. Poppy gracefully slid into bed and took her phone out.
"Stay at your side of the bed, and don't talk to me."
Bea frowned. "I didn't even–"
Poppy scowled at Bea, and Bea made the gesture of zipping her lips. The only sound that followed was the heavy downpour of rain that reverberated across the room. After an hour, Bea got up from bed and started to walk towards the door.
"Where are you going?" Poppy called out, almost sounding... worried.
Bea raised her eyebrow. "I'll come back if that's what you're worried about."
Poppy rolled her eyes, but Bea could see a slight flush on her cheeks. "As if. Get lost in the storm for all I care."
Bea laughed. "I'm just gonna check out the boutique I saw near the lobby. Don't really wanna sleep in these clothes." Bea hesitated. "Do you... want to come with?"
Without answering, Poppy rose from the bed and strode out of the room. Bea followed soon after, and for someone so short, Poppy sure walked incredibly fast that Bea had a hard time keeping up with her.
"Do you even know where it is?" Bea asked.
Probably realizing she didn't, Poppy slowed down until they were walking alongside each other. When they reached the boutique, Poppy immediately frowned in disgust at the clothing selection.
"Ugh, what even is this?" Poppy remarked, looking at a shirt with an unflattering shade of pink.
"Are you saying you can't pull that off?" Bea challenged.
"No, I'm saying that I have standards. Obviously, something you know nothing about." Poppy made her way through the selection, sneering all the while. "I'm not wearing these."
Bea rolled her eyes. "Get off your high horse. If you want to sleep in your sweaty clothes, at least do me a favor and not, like, sleep next to me."
Poppy let out a scornful laugh. "Oh sweety, I'll still smell better than whatever pigsty your perfume came from. But maybe... I'll just wear nothing then."
Despite herself, an image of Poppy naked sprung to Bea's head, sending heat all over her body. She slightly faced away from Poppy.
Noticing Bea's sudden silence, Poppy curiously looked at her. "My, my, Farmsville, don't tell me you're already imagining me naked," Poppy said with a smirk.
Mustering her most dismissive tone, Bea said, "Please, you're not even that hot." A blatant lie, of course. Poppy is a lot of things, and 'hot' is definitely one of those. Thankfully, Poppy moved on after seeing a dress that, Bea agreed, 'should be burned.'
After a painstakingly long search, Poppy was finally able to find something 'tolerable.' They made their purchases and went back to their room. When they arrived, Poppy was the first to get in the shower, and when she came out, she was wearing a tight-fitting tank top and bike shorts that hugged and accentuated all her curves. The room suddenly got so much hotter as Bea tried her absolute best not to stare at her, and even so, she knew it was a losing battle which is why she jumped to the shower the first chance she got. After showering, Bea realized that in her hurry, she forgot to take her clothes with her. She wrapped a towel and walked out to the bedroom to get her clothes. When her back was turned to Poppy, Bea glanced at a mirror nearby and was surprised to see Poppy staring at her with her mouth parted slightly. But when she casually turned around, Poppy had already averted her gaze.
Later that night, the storm got worse as thunders started to rumble outside. At first, Bea thought it was just a trick of the light, but after a few more claps of thunder, she could see Poppy flinch at every roar with her eyes clenched shut.
Is Poppy... actually scared of thunderstorms?
As if to answer her question, Poppy started to heave heavily, with traces of sweat forming on her forehead. And as much as Bea despised Poppy–or at least that's what she kept telling herself–she actually felt sorry for her. And against her better judgment, Bea reluctantly placed her hand over Poppy's and gave it a soft squeeze. Poppy tensed for a moment at the gesture before she relaxed and gripped Bea's hand tighter. In response, Bea started tracing soothing circles on the back of her hand, and they fell asleep through the thunderstorm, hand-in-hand.
When Bea woke up, most of the storm had already passed, with light to moderate rain falling intermittently. She scanned the room and saw Poppy eating at the desk.
"Your food's getting cold," Poppy said without looking at her.
"You... got me food?"
"I figured since we didn't have dinner yesterday." Poppy turned to face Bea. "Why do you sound so surprised."
Bea furrowed her brows. "Because that's actually nice. And as far as I'm concerned, you're not."
"Well, I don't particularly care about you. And trust me, no one will be happier than me with you gone. But, unfortunately, I do have to keep you alive at least until after the party. Grades and all."
Bea got up and went to the desk to get her food. Poppy got her an English-style breakfast while she was eating... a teensy salad.
Poppy saw Bea looking at her food. "Did you also want a salad?"
"Uh, no. It just doesn't look... filling."
"It's not. But it's not like I have a choice. Their vegetarian selection is awful."
And just when Bea thought Poppy couldn't surprise her anymore.
"Wait, you're... vegetarian?" Bea asked in undisguised surprise.
"Yes." Poppy narrowed her eyes at Bea. "You know, you have to stop assuming you know everything about me. In fact, you know nothing about me."
"Yeah, I'm starting to get that."
Bea went back to bed and started to eat her food, her mind going back to the foster home, how Poppy's entire personality changed around the people there. Before, Bea was so convinced that she had Poppy pegged, just a basic bitch who thought too highly of herself with no regard for others at all. But Poppy was right; Bea barely knew her... and she wanted to know more.
"Why?" Bea turned to face Poppy. "Why are you a vegetarian, I mean. If you don't mind me asking."
Poppy made an annoyed expression. "I do mind, actually."
A grin spread on Bea's face. "Oh my god, you totally care about the animals."
When Poppy didn't respond, Bea continued. "First kids and now animals? My, my, Poppy, what will people say if they knew that their favorite she-devil is actually a big softie."
Poppy stopped eating and turned to give Bea a menacing glare. "If you tell anyone about this, you're dead."
After they finished eating, Bea and Poppy started planning for the party the next day. So naturally, more than a few shouts, insults, and curses were thrown around until they finally, finally, agreed on all the details. Since Poppy was the one with all the connections, she had to call for all the services needed. And when her trusty photographer told her he wasn't available, Poppy cursed in frustration.
"The party, it's not just about your GPA, is it. This is really important to you."
Poppy didn't answer and instead went back to make a few more phone calls.
When everything was settled, the storm had fully passed, and it was already safe to drive home. So imagine Bea's surprise when Poppy said that they were staying there for another night.
"I thought you hated this place."
"I do. But I'm not going to drive an hour home just to go back early tomorrow. Besides, we'll get things done much faster if we stay here."
Bea smiled. "Would you like some champagne?"
#poppy#poppy x mc#poppy min sinclair#queen b#choices#playchoices#play choices#my work#my fanfics#my writing
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Summary: When a witch hunt forces the Winchesters to go undercover in a suburban neighborhood, Dean finds himself fighting with his upcoming feelings for a certain angel. To be more precise: the angel, who currently pretends to be married to his brother Sam.
Ships: Dean/Castiel
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Tammy has lived in this neighborhood for almost 30 years – she raised her kids around here and now is enjoying her well-deserved retirement with her husband Harold. And if she knows one thing for certain, then it’s this: there’s something wrong with the new neighbors. It’s not because they are gay, Tammy tells herself. She believes herself to be quite open-minded, one of her nieces is actually a lesbian. It’s something else, but she can’t quite put her finger on it yet.
The men moved in today, only a few days after the last tenants died in a horrible and tragic accident involving the lawnmower and a malfunctioning electric wire. Tammy doesn’t like to admit it, but she always knew those two didn’t fit the neighborhood. Sarah brought it up several times at Sunday Brunch, and as it turned out, the entire neighborhood held a grudge against the deceased couple. At least the house still looked well enough to get sold almost immediately again.
It’s hard to catch glimpses of the movers, but she catches a few sights as she stretches out of her bedroom window. One of them has dark hair and is wearing a tan trenchcoat, the other one seems to be taller and is coated in a flannel shirt. Not really the type to be moving into this street, but they might turn out to be nice. She tries to keep an open mind, she tells herself, even though she doesn’t understand how somebody could possibly move while wearing a trenchcoat.
Shortly after dinner, the doorbell rings, and Tammy almost jumps forward to get it. Sarah told her she’d call once she had a proper talk with the new neighbors, but the phone’s been quiet so far. But to her surprise, it’s not her friend in front of the door, but two handsome men holding a basket with muffins.
“Hello, you must be Mrs. Philipps. We’re the Winchesters,” the taller of both says, as he holds his hand out. Tammy shakes them politely, as she smiles at them.
“Tammy is fine, and my husband Harold is probably already asleep in his lounge seat,” she jokes as she shakes their hands. The man in the trenchcoat seems a bit more reserved, but he still gives her a small smile when she looks at him.
“Nice to meet you, Tammy,” the other man says again. “I’m Sam, and this is my husband Cas.”
5 days earlier
“Lawnmower accident?” Dean laughs, as he re-reads the headline again. “Well, if this isn’t our kind of thing, I really don’t know what is.”
“Exactly what I thought,” Sam replies, turning his laptop back to himself. “Apparently there were several deaths within the last 10 years in this neighborhood, and all of them were classified as accidents.”
“All over the area? So less likely a spirit, and more like –“
“Witches?” Sam finishes his brother’s sentence. “Probably, the victims weren’t exactly popular in the area. One of them had a kid, but the couple wasn’t married. Another person wanted to move in with her wife, but she died before she could. Seems like they are most likely targeting people, who don’t fit the community.”
Witches and conservative suburbs sure aren’t Dean’s favorite things in the world, that much is sure. But if people are in danger, there’s no way he’d let them down. Especially, if he might get to kill some fundamentalist witch.
“Huh, so what we’re thinking? I’d say go undercover, but brothers usually don’t go buying some white picket fence house in a conservative neighborhood,” the older Winchester proposes, while settling back in his seat. He remembers how they tried to infiltrate that neighborhood so many years ago and how the salespeople kept mistaking them for a couple.
“I thought Eileen and I could maybe do it, but her leg isn’t healing as we hoped,” Sam thinks out loud, wincing at the thought of his injured girlfriend. The recent werewolf hunt was tougher than expected and left Eileen’s leg badly hurt. Cas tried his best to heal her, but she was still struggling.
“Maybe one of us could team up with Mom?” Dean suggests but cringes once the words leave his mouth. “Urgh, never mind. I’m not very strong on the Oedipus thing.”
“What about me?” Cas chimes in, all eyes turning to him. Dean didn’t even realize the angel entered the room. “Since we are not related, it might be less awkward to pretend a relationship.”
Dean is left more or less speechless, as he babbles incoherent words. He likes Cas very much; they are best friends for a reason. But pretending to be in a relationship? Heaven and Hell have been teasing them for years about their “profound bond”, so they might even get away with it. But Dean’s stomach twists uncomfortably at the mere thought of calling Cas a pet name or holding his hand in public.
“Uh-Uh, no way I’m getting fake-married to Cas!” Dean protests once he finds the ability to speak again. His reaction was apparently a bit harsh, judging by the looks both Cas and Sam give him.
“Okay…,” Sam sighs, drawing the word out in a long breath. It sounds like he wants to say more but instead turns to face the angel. “Castiel, would you like to pretend-marry me?”
Dean can feel a blush creep up his neck, as he stares at his brother. It’s the reasonable thing to do, but it just feels wrong. Nobody ever questioned their status as friends, and Dean can’t even picture the both of them acting in love. When he thought his stomach felt bad before, he’s now actually feeling sick.
He’s close to suggesting a fake relationship with their mom again when Cas simply nods to answer Sam’s question. “Of course, Sam. I mean, I do.”
The two share a hinted smile as if they are both part of a joke Dean doesn’t get. The sick feeling still doesn’t leave him, as he stands up from his seat. He must have eaten something wrong today, that’s the only logical explanation.
“Well, Mazel Tov to you guys then,” Dean mutters, more to himself than to the other men. They don’t even look at him when he leaves the room behind.
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“I still think this is a stupid idea,” Dean protests, as he puts the meatloaf in the oven. Somewhere behind him, he knows Cas is preparing the salad and Sam is busy fluffing some pillows on the couch.
“We need to connect with all the neighbors, and a housewarming party is the easiest way to do so,” Sam replies annoyed. He and Cas introduced themselves to everyone in the neighborhood, but nobody seemed guilty so far. Cas tried his best to “sniff the witch out” but only found some kitchen herbs in the local gardens and a loud laugh from Dean, when he explained his plan to search for witch-like smells. So far, they had no clue who the responsible party could be.
“Dearest, could you make space in the hallway closet for the coats?” Sam calls out to Cas, and Dean almost burns his hand at the stove. He had a few days to adjust to the idea of Sam and Cas pretending a relationship, but the term of endearment still surprises the hunter.
“What’s next? You’re gonna kiss goodbye on the porch when Cas drives to work?” Dean snaps at his brother, who seems confused by the sudden anger.
“If the situation needs it, sure…,” Sam replies, but Dean interrupts him before he can continue.
“What the hell, Sammy? Dearest? What kind of weird pet name is that even supposed to be?”
“The one Sam and I agreed to,” Cas replies drily. The look in his blue eyes leaves no space for any further discussion. “This act is completely planned out, and we can’t risk our standing because you are having trouble adjusting, Dean.”
Just as Dean wants to argue again, they are interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. They can only hope nobody heard their yelling, the last thing they need is unnecessary gossip from the neighbors. Cas and Sam waltz towards the front door, while Dean stays a few steps behind them.
“Hello Tammy, Harold. Welcome to our humble home,” Sam greets the guests, as the couple enters their hallway. Cas takes their jackets from them, hanging them in the biggest coat closet Dean’s ever seen. Well, at least the house got some perks. Before he can think more about the architectural features of the house, his brother calls for him.
“This is my brother Dean,” Sam introduces him, and Dean tries his best to give a fake smile and nod politely at the boring stories the neighbors tell him. This is going to be a long evening…
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“Well Ladies, let’s begin Sunday Brunch,” Irene happily pronounces, as she raises her mimosa in the air. The other women do the same, cheering each other. It’s the first Sunday Brunch after the Winchesters moved to the area, leaving more than enough gossip material for the group.
“They seem nice enough, but I heard Sam is unemployed. He just sits around all day at home and waits for his Cassiel to come back home!” Jennifer complains with a deep sigh. It’s no secret she isn’t the biggest fan of the new couple, but even she can’t deny the quality of the served meatloaf at the housewarming.
“His name is Cassiel, dear,” Beth replies, eying the salmon pieces hungrily. “They said Sam’s working in IT and can do it from home. Clearly, an excuse, if you ask me.”
The gossip continues happily: Tammy found out they only have one toothbrush. Irene asked about Cas’s job, and apparently, he’s working in a nearby library. And all of them agree, their marriage is weird. Whenever Sam touched his husband, it felt unnatural, and they didn’t kiss once the whole evening.
“We need to address the elephant in the room,” Sarah sighs, and the group’s attention draws over to her. She’s been quiet so far, which means her news are far bigger than everyone else’s: “The brother.”
“If I were only twenty years younger…,” Beth starts, earning a peal of laughter from the women around her. “He’s very handsome, that’s true.”
“Yes, and I think Castiel would agree with you there,” Sarah speaks, before taking a long sip from her teacup. The reaction is immediate, as all the women start talking at once. The Winchester barely lived a week in the neighborhood, but they already produced the best gossip they had in a while.
“Do you think they are having an affair?” Tammy asks shocked. Of course, she had felt the tension between the family members, but she blamed it on the stress of moving. But now that Sarah suggested it, it seems like a possible explanation.
“We can’t be sure yet, but I bet something is going on. Dean surely looked rather unhappy every time he saw Sam touching his hubby. And Cas got some serious heart-eyes for his brother-in-law.”
“Besides,” Irene steps in “their marriage just seems – off? There’s more sex happening in the way Cas looks at Dean than in his marriage bed with Sam”
“Irene!” The shocked gasp from the elder women makes the other guests laugh, as they refill their mimosas.
“Oh, poor Sam,” Tammy sighs, fiddling with her wedding ring. Being cheated on must be awful on its own, but having your husband fool around with your own brother? That’s a new level of tastelessness.“
“Anyways, have you seen Mrs. Ericson’s new haircut? Just awful…”
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Dean excuses himself early from the housewarming party, not knowing how much more of the charade he could have handled. He expected to get some blackmailing material for his brother, it was supposed to be a funny sight after all. What he didn’t expect was the burning sensation on his inside, as he regarded the play right in front of him.
He’s still mad about the whole thing, and how caught up both of them were. It’s one thing to hold hands and present in the couple in front of others. But Sam calling Cas by a pet name in private? That’s just unprofessional, even Dean knows that. And then Sam told him, he would even kiss Cas if the situation needs it…What the hell was that even supposed to mean? Nobody is going to force them to kiss, the party guests are all far too old to play “spin the bottle” anymore.
Would Cas even kiss back, if Sam initiated a kiss? The angel doesn’t seem the type for physical affection; hell, he only lost his virginity a few years ago! The image of Cas pressing Meg against the wall, kissing her passionately, popped back up in Dean’s mind. And then the image changed to Cas and Sam in the same manner…God, Dean’s gonna have to swallow some holy water to get rid of that mental image.
Carefully, he watched the way his brother and his friend interacted, and the sight made him feel uneasy. He thought it was a stupid idea for them to fake a relationship because it would just be weird. But now that he was watching the way Cas’s hand rested on Sam’s lower back, Dean realized it’s something entirely else: he’s jealous. It’s not a feeling he knows very well; after all, none of his relationships ever lasted long. But as he watched Cas laugh at one of Sam’s stories, their sides pressed together – it’s setting something inside of Dean loose.
If he hadn’t acted like a child, he might have been the one standing beside Cas at that moment. He would have been the one holding his hand, laughing at his jokes, and maybe even pressing soft kisses on Castiel’s cheek. Nobody would even question their act, he’s sure of that. And then his mind kept wandering, back to the memory of Cas showing off his kissing skills. Except now it wasn’t Meg, but himself getting pinned against the wall.
Dean’s not stupid; he knows he likes men the same way he likes women. It’s been a long journey to finally find self-acceptance, but he’s finally contempt with it. That doesn’t mean he’s going to buy pride stickers and tell everyone around him he’s bi. No, it’s his secret and he’s the only one who needs to know about it.
He also knows Cas’s vessel is very attractive. But those two things – his attraction to men and his profound bond with Cas – were never something he considered might be related. But thinking about Cas kissing him – it’s something Dean never knew he wanted that much. When the sight of the happy couple got too much for him to bear, Dean excused himself to get a drink. Only then he remembered they are actually on a job, and he’s supposed to be on the watch out for possible bad guys.
And he’s totally going to do that.
Once he had a proper drink.
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“Please tell me your stupid charade is at least getting you somewhere,” Dean groans, once Cas is settled in his seat across from him. They decided to meet up in a close diner to discuss their next steps, while Sam is hacking the public security cameras from their house. Dean refuses to call it their “home”, hating the implication it’s setting.
“There are a few people we can surely rule out,” Cas replies, stirring some sugar into the coffee mug Dean pressed into his hands. “On my drive yesterday, the energetic waves were much stronger at the end of the street.”
“Great, so what’s next? You and Sammy going to play house for some more weeks, until we finally got our suspect?”
Dean can only hope the hunt will be over rather sooner than later. He barely slept the night after the housewarming party, his mind racing with thoughts. Not even liquor helped to drown them out and the night left him feeling not only exhausted but more upset than ever.
Castiel releases an annoyed groan. “Can you just…you’re undermining this plan at every given opportunity, and Sam and I are getting worried you might risk the entire thing.”
“I just want,” Dean starts, the words twisting in his throat. He knows exactly what he wants, ever since seeing Cas and Sam casually holding hands and snuggling on the couch. But at the same time, he knows it’s something he can’t have. Angels aren’t supposed to have emotions, he knows that. But when he catches Castiel’s blue eyes carefully watching him, Dean can’t help but feel a spark of hope.
“Do you ever think things could be, you know, different between you and me? Maybe we could be…more…or…”
“Dean,” Cas replies, his name sounding almost like a prayer from his lips. “Are you saying…”
“Well, hello you handsome fellas,” a sudden voice snaps them back to reality and when they look at its owner, Beth is smiling at them. “I thought it was you, so I just had to pop in and say hello.”
“Hello then,” Dean grumpily answers, his eyes focused on the table before him. Of all possible times, Beth had to disrupt them just now. He remembers the way those nosy neighbors had eyed him at the housewarming party, and how it made him uneasy. But then again, he only had eyes for Cas that evening.
“Aren’t you supposed to be at work, Cas?” Beth asks, an obnoxious tone hidden under her sweetly sick smile. Right, Dean remembers, they told everyone Cas works at the library. Good enough of an excuse to spend their time there.
“Uhhh – Lunch break,” Castiel answers stiffly, his eyes shortly glancing over to Dean. The hunter seems to have grown smaller by the second, as he fiddles with the menu.
“Well, tell Sam I said hi,” she comments cheerfully, as she finally leaves them alone again. Silence falls over the table, only disturbed by the noise of the diner around them. Dean can feel Castiel’s watchful eyes on him, but he’s not ready to face them yet. He might not believe in fate or destiny, but the disturbance came just at the right time. A few seconds more and he might have destroyed the best friendship he had his entire life.
“Dean…,” Cas finally breaks the silence, but Dean interrupts him before he can speak more.
“Just forget it, Cas…Let’s focus back on the case.”
They don’t pay any attention to Beth, who silently snaps a picture of them from the outside. It feels like the ultimate proof those two are actually having an affair; why else would they meet up in a diner during Castiel’s work hours? She can’t help but grin, as she sends the picture to her friends.
TO: BRUNCH LADIES
“Look who’s having dinner instead of working….”
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“It’s Jennifer,” Cas says, once the image of Dean flashes over the laptop screen. After several neighbors pointed out how attached Dean seems to be to his brother, they decided to stick to virtual conversations for the moment.
“You sure?” Dean asks as he watches his brother and his best friend sit on their couch. He should be glad to once have an entire motel room for himself, but for some strange reason, he misses his family. Okay, he knows exactly why: he hates not knowing what’s happening between his brother and Cas. Sammy isn’t interested in Cas that way, he knows that. But the thought of them holding hands is enough to get Dean bothered.
“Absolutely,” Sam replies. “She was already one of our suspects due to some lucky incidents in the last few years, but when I was at her house, I clearly saw some witch supplies.”
“Her magic doesn’t seem too powerful, destroying her supplies and her altar should be enough to stop her,” Cas adds up, and Dean nods along.
“She’s working from home, right?” Dean asks while trying to remember everything about the suspect. Jennifer didn’t talk to him a lot; she was more of a loner. Apparently, her husband died a few years ago and left her enough money to start her own jewelry company. “How are we going to get her out of the house long enough to take care of the situation?”
“We could throw another party. Maybe celebrate a birthday or a wedding anniversary. And you and Mom could handle the house in the meantime,” Sam suggests.
“She didn’t stay long at the housewarming,” Cas throws in. “We need some more time, there might be warding at her house – maybe we could try a distraction, so she stays longer?”
“You could fake-break-up your fake marriage,” Dean huffs under his breath, knowing already they won’t agree to it. If their plan fails, the entire cover-up story would be blown up. There’s a bottle of beer in Dean’s hands and he takes a deep gulp from it. It may not be noon yet, but he stopped caring about that years ago.
Cas answers once Dean finished drinking. “No, that’s hardly enough to draw her attention.”
“We could call Jack, maybe he can help out. He could be your unknown son from a secret affair,” Dean jokes next. It sounds almost like a cheap plotline from Dr. Sexy – except Dr. Sexy’s secret son actually appeared in season 3 and needed an organ transplant, which could only be donated by his father. While Dean tries to remember how the episode ended, Sam and Cas nod in agreement.
“I’ll call Jack right away,” Cas speaks, his phone already halfway pressed to his ear. A second later, the angel disappears from the couch, leaving only Sam in his view. The younger Winchester seems to wait for Castiel to leave the room before he addresses his brother again.
“Dean, promise me you won’t act up,” Sam tries to reason. “We can’t risk the entire thing because you are getting jealous.”
“Jealous? Don’t be ridiculous, Sammy,” the older Winchester mumbles, trying his best to not sound petty. “Scout’s honor, I’ll be on my best behavior.”
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Dean’s promise lasts around 20 minutes, which is already longer than he honestly would have expected. He and Mary will enter Jennifer’s house at 1800 sharp, leaving them with just enough time to trash her little altar and the supplies. Jack is going to start with his distraction around 10 minutes earlier, giving Dean enough time to slip out quietly. It’s all planned to the minute, which of course means, it’s destined to fall apart.
They invited their neighbors under the premise of Castiel’s birthday, even though the angel technically doesn’t even have a birthday. It doesn’t matter anyway, since Sam promised some BBQ and apparently that’s enough to motivate everyone to show up. Dean watches the spectacle from a distance, occasionally sipping his cold beer. He planned to handle the grill, but some bored husband hushed him away to deal with it instead.
Cas looks beautiful, Dean notices as he watches his best friend talking to his guests. He’s wearing a light blue dress shirt and a pair of dark jeans, and Dean makes a mental note to thank his brother for finally getting Cas out of his usual outfit. Then he remembers it means Sam took Cas shopping at some point, and Dean’s gratitude turns sour in his mouth.
“How long have you two been married?” one of the ladies asks Cas, and Dean tries his best to hide a snickering laugh.
“Too damn long,” Dean jokes under his breath, but loud enough for several heads to turn in his direction. Maybe he had a beer too much, but watching Sam and Cas acting in love isn’t a thing he can handle sober.
“Two years,” Cas replies shortly, shooting angry glances at Dean. A second later, he mumbles to his guests again. “May you excuse me for a moment?”
Dean steps back, ready to hide from Castiel’s anger, but it doesn’t work. Barely a moment later, Cas is already in front of him. His hand closes tightly around Dean’s arm, keeping him from turning away.
“What’s the matter with you, Dean? You’re acting like a child,” Cas hisses when he catches him in the hallway. It’s enough to make Dean angry again, as he pulls his arm away from Castiel’s tight grip.
“The matter with me?” he shoots back. “This is honestly so ridiculous, you’re acting so…”
A middle-aged man bumps into them, and Dean stops talking immediately. There are far too many people around and if he says anything about the case, it could ruin their entire plan. The guests are spread all over the house, leaving no place to talk in private. Well, almost no place…
“We need to talk,” Dean whispers, before dragging the angel into the coat closet. Some curious eyes seem to follow them, but Dean shuts the door before anyone else can spot them. The closet is surprisingly spacious, but the walls seem to suffocate him. There’s a bit of light coming in through the shutters, and he can see the concern written all over Cas’s face.
“What’s going on? Ever since Sam and I began working this case, you’ve been acting weird,” Cas presses on and Dean knows it’s finally time to come clean about his feelings. He doesn’t want to lose Castiel’s friendship, but he can’t keep lying anymore.
“I wish it were me,” Dean rushes before he can chicken out again. “Instead of Sam. I wish it were me you’re married to. And I know it’s all fake, and you’re just pretending, but it’s driving me insane. Watching him hold you and call you those cheesy pet names. Because - because it’s something I want to do with you…not pretending, but for real.”
Once Dean starts speaking, the words don’t seem to stop rushing from his mouth. Cas just regards him with those hauntingly blue eyes, his head tilted in a way that always makes Dean’s heart melt. When all is said, Dean feels like the air was punched out of his lungs, as he awaits his friend’s answer.
“Why didn’t you ever tell me?”
“Because I was too stupid to realize it for the longest time. And then I just didn’t know how to say it,” Dean admits. He came close to confessing in the diner, but Beth interrupted them and afterward, Dean felt ashamed and stupid.
“Dean,” Cas whispers. “I want those things too.”
There’s the beginning of a bright smile on Castiel’s face, and Dean swears his heart skips a beat when the words finally dawn on him. Before Dean can overthink the situation, he presses closer to the angel and is relieved when Cas is doing the same. And then their faces meet in the middle. Kissing Cas is the easiest thing in the world, it turns out. Whatever Dean was so afraid of, is right forgotten once their lips slot together.
It starts out innocent and gentle, just like the way relationships start. But then Cas opens his mouth a little bit, letting Dean lick inside and, oh – now things are getting heated. Dean presses even closer to Cas, their chests flushing together and their arms holding each other close. Somewhere, Cas’s back hits a wall and Dean pins him against it. The moan that falls from Cas’s lips is almost obscene while motivating Dean only further.
It’s perfect, and amazing, and breathtaking – until the closet door opens and they stumble onto the floor. Tammy’s surprised gasp draws everyone’s attention over to the couple, still entangled on top of each other on the floor. Everyone’s, even Sam’s.
“What the hell do you two think you are doing?” he yells loud enough to attract the entire house to the hallway, where they are watching them closely. Dean and Cas are still on the floor, slowly stumbling back to their feet.
“Sammy, I can explain…,” Dean starts, but now Sam turns his attention to Cas. He steps closer to them, his pointed finger slapping against Castiel’s chest.
“You’ve been screwing my brother?!” he yells, before locking eyes with Dean. “And you! Is this why Fernando broke up with me?”
Dean is taken aback for a second. Who the hell is Fernando? It’s only then when Dean remembers their lesser-used codewords. He can still recall how he wrote it down in his own leatherbound journal: Fernando – just play along.
“This got nothing to do with Fernando, this is about me and Cas!” Dean replies with an angry voice, before taking Castiel’s palm into his own hands. Cas gives him a quick squeeze, and Dean decides to have at least a little fun with the situation.
“I finally understand now, why I was so against your marriage. Because you two don’t belong together! Your whole marriage is a scam! You act all perfectly happy when in reality, you’re not even sleeping in the same bed anymore.”
Dean can hear the people around them gasp a little. He wouldn’t be surprised if one of the elder people would end up with a heart attack due to all the fake drama being uncovered right now. Besides him, Cas draws in a deep breath, before speaking to his (fake) husband.
“It’s true, Sam. I’ve been having feelings for your brother for a while now, but I never knew how to address them.”
Sam just looks at them with the biggest puppy eyes Dean’s ever seen. His time in drama club surely played out. “Are you two in love?”
Dean takes a deep breath, looking over to the familiar blue eyes, and the truth slips easily over his tongue.
“I think I love Cas more than I’ve ever loved myself.”
The look on Castiel’s face is everything and without even words, Dean knows he feels the exact same about him. The room is quiet around them, and from the corner of his eye, Dean spots Jennifer amongst the watchers. At least their little distraction worked well enough for her to stay.
“As your brother, I wish you all the happiness in the world,” Sam speaks, his eyes fixed in the distance. When Dean turns his head, he spots their mother coming in through the entrance door, breathing heavily but otherwise seems okay. She gives them both a small nod, signaling them she took care of the altar.
The crowd seems satisfied for the moment, and Dean is about to lead Cas out of the house when a voice stops them midway. It’s Jack, who is shouting loud enough for everyone to hear: “Sam, I am your secret son!”
The drama is enough to make at least one elder lady faint.
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Dean and Cas depart soon enough, leaving Sam to deal with the rest of the concerned neighbors. Everybody seems to be too caught up in the drama to notice their quiet leave. They end up back in the diner, this time holding hands on the table. Surprisingly, everything feels the same and yet, completely different than before. Dean can’t put it in words, but for the first time in years, he knows he’s truly happy.
It takes a bit of time for Sam to finally text him, saying his guests finally left them alone and they can come back to talk about their next steps. When the Impala roars down the road, Dean can feel the eyes of every household staring at them. They are probably wondering why he would be back so soon enough, but Dean doesn’t care. He just holds Cas’ hand on the way to the house, fully knowing he won the grand prize.
Jack and Mary greet them happily, and even Sam can’t hide his grin as he approaches his brother. “Well, if it isn’t the homewrecker himself.”
“Come on, I bet several of your neighbors would have consoled you all night long, if you had asked them,” Dean shoots back, throwing a wink at Sam. He remembers the way one of the ladies had clung to Sam’s arm, trying her best to cheer him up about his failed marriage.
They all settle in the living room: Cas and Dean on the couch, Mary and Sam seated in each of the armchairs, and Jack sitting cross-legged on the floor. It may not be much, but it’s their own little screwed-up family. While Sam gets them beers from the fridge, Dean considers putting his arm around Cas. They haven’t had time to label their relationship yet, but they’re both too old to play games. So, Dean decides to go with his gut and wraps his arm around Castiel’s shoulder. The returned smile lets him know it was a good decision.
“Sorry for the way I acted earlier, it was just for show,” Sam says when he passes the beer over to the couple. “I’m actually glad you two finally figured things out.”
“Me too,” Mary chimes in with a laugh. “Even though I was patiently waiting for your back-up at the house.”
“Bet you still did an amazing job without me,” Dean returns, an honest smile on his lips. He holds his beer towards her, and she clinks it with her own.
Sam fills them in with the details of the last hours, and how he watched Jennifer leave her home in a panicked state. She packed a few bags, before driving away with screeching tires. Well, another case successfully solved. They talk for hours while laughing about stories and eating the leftovers from the party.
“Damn, I could really use some sleep now,” Dean yawns, stretching his arms. A short glance at the clock lets him know it’s almost 2 am and they gotta hit the road early the next day.
“How about you two head to the motel, and Jack and Mom stay here?” Sam proposes. When Dean checks on Jack, the kid is curled up in his seat, snoring quietly. No way they’re going to move him somewhere else, so this plan might be for the best.
“You just want me to stay, so your neighbors see this pretty lady leave your house tomorrow,” Mary jokes, earning some quiet hollering from her elder son and a laugh from Castiel.
“Guess we’re heading back to the motel,” Dean finally decides, before clumsily standing up from the couch. If it weren’t for the awful neighbors, this place might actually be nice. The furniture for one thing is comfortable enough. And the closet sure gave him a few ideas what to do with Cas in the future. He takes a few steps towards the door until he notices something is missing. “Cas, you coming?”
“You want me to come along?” Cas asks, and Dean just nods.
“Of course, would be weird to stay with your husband now that you scored the hotter brother,” Dean replies, pressing a gentle kiss on Castiel’s cheek. He never knew angels could blush, but it’s a sight he will never get enough of.
“We’ll pick you up tomorrow at nine, better be dressed!” Sam shouts after them when Dean is already halfway out of the door.
“You’re such a buzzkill, Sammy. No wonder your husband left you”
“I’m just glad you’re finally out of the closet,” Sam shoots back with a grin. Dean already knows it’s a joke he’ll hear a thousand times in the upcoming years, but when he looks over at Cas, it sure is a price worth paying.
The drive to the motel is rather short, and soon enough, Dean unlocks the door to his room. Luckily, he had booked a room with a king-size bed. He rarely had a room for himself during hunts, so he had decided to enjoy that. Cas closes the door behind them, while Dean strips out of his flannel and his jeans. He’s still wearing a shirt and his boxers, but compared to a fully dressed Castiel, he almost looks naked.
When Dean comes near him, the angel wraps his arms around his torso and pulls him even closer. Once again, their lips meet in a kiss, growing more heated by the second. It’s with a sigh that Dean slowly pulls away again.
“Maybe we should take it slow, honey. How about we just cuddle tonight?” Dean murmurs, pressing gentle kisses along his jaw. The exhaustion of the day lies heavily on Dean’s bones, and all he wants to do is cuddle into bed, his lover beside him.
“Honey?” Cas asks with a raised eyebrow, and Dean feels himself blushing yet again.
“It’s just – every time I see a bee or something, I have to think about you,” he admits. “Remember how you collected honey yourself? Or when you showed up covered in bees?”
Cas smiles at the memory. “Of course, I remember, but why would you bring that up now?”
“It’s just a term of endearment, a pet name. I can stop if you want”
Dean was never a big fan of pet names. He usually called his partners by their names, not some silly phrase. But then again, he was the one who turned Castiel to Cas, so maybe the angel has always been the exception for him.
“No, I like it,” Cas decides, before pressing another quick peck onto Dean’s lips. “And I am fully contempt with cuddling you.”
After some discussion about clothing choices, Cas also strips down to his underwear. Cuddling in jeans and a dress shirt would have been awful, and Dean luckily managed to convince the angel of it. The bed is more than big enough for the both of them, as they lie facing each other in the dark.
“We should make you a proper Winchester someday,” Dean mutters, gently kissing Cas’s knuckles. He isn’t thinking about marriage, not yet at least. Most marriages he’s seen over the years ended in death: his parents, Bobby and his wife Karen, Ellen and her husband…The list goes on and on, including those couples they couldn’t save during their hunts. When he saw his own father stricken with grief for his lost wife, part of Dean swore he’d never marry. But then again, Dean never would have believed he’d ever live past the age of 30. It’s with a smile upon his lips that he finally falls asleep.
All his life, he expected monsters in every dark corner, and more than enough times Dean was proven right. He’s been long enough in the business to smell danger from miles away, Dean believes. Which is why he’s surprised to wake up to the sound of Castiel shouting his name.
When he opens his eyes, all he sees is purple. The room seems to be painted in the color, reflecting on every surface possible. And in the middle of it all stands Jessica, glaring at them with violet and angry eyes.
“You! You really thought destroying my altar was enough to stop me?”
Dean’s hand finds its way under his pillow but returns empty-handed. He must have forgotten to place it there, too caught up with his lover. And when he looks around, he can spot his faithful gun sitting on top of a dresser, which is inconveniently placed behind the wrathful witch in the room. Cas is already standing beside the bed, and the sight of a half-dressed angel ready to fight would be hilarious if it weren’t for the mortal danger they’re in.
“You’re an abomination,” Jessica yells again. “Dirty and sinful, and…”
The angel blade hits her right in the chest. Her purple eyes glance downwards, where the blood comes rushing out of her body. Apparently, she was so caught up in looking dangerous, she actually forgot to ward herself. And with Castiel’s heavenly aim, that could only end deadly for her. Jessica sinks to her knees; the purple flashes of lightning slowly disappearing from the room. It’s only then when Dean decides to approach her. Blood is running down her mouth, but she’s still alive, watching the hunter carefully as he kneels down in front of her.
“I’ve had a voice like you in my head my entire life, whispering awful things about myself,” Dean tells her, keeping eye contact as he pulls the angel blade out of her bleeding chest. “But now, that I’m finally happy, do you know what happens to this voice?”
Jessica doesn’t answer, and he doesn’t need her to.
He would have slit her throat either way.
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“Welcome to Sunday Brunch, Agnes,” Sarah announces, as the women settle down at her dinner table. It’s been a while since they had another brunch, but it was long-awaited. Today, a new face sits at the table with them.
“So sad Jennifer decided to move away, but we are glad we got you in the neighborhood now.”
“Thanks for having me,” Agnes replies with a shy smile, as she glances around at the other women. “It’s wonderful to have such nice and caring neighbors, my old neighborhood was so scandalous…”
“Scandalous?” Irene laughs, shaking her head in disbelief. “Oh dear, you ain’t seen nothing yet!”
“Are you referring to the Winchester?” Tammy replies while stirring her tea. It’s been weeks since those men came and went, but it’s still everyone’s favorite topic of discussion.
“Don’t be silly, of course I mean the Winchesters!”
Beth releases a deep sigh. “I’ve heard they did it right in Dean’s fancy car after the party.”
“No, they threw Sam out of the house and then had sex in the bed Sam used to sleep in. How tasteless of them,” Sarah corrects her immediately.
“That can’t be.” It’s Tammy’s turn to speak now. “I saw him the next day with a blonde woman in front of the house”
“Guess he got over it quickly then,” some other woman giggles. “Have you seen the kid too? Sam can’t have been older than maybe 25 when he was born”
Agnes just smiles quietly, as she listens to the stories. She may not know the Winchesters, but they sure are entertaining as heck.
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Castiel becomes a Winchester on a sunny day in July.
It’s been months since the case that started their relationship, and they never spared another thought to those nosy neighbors. Dean suspects the rumors they started that night, but he couldn’t care less. Once the town disappeared from the Impala’s rearview mirror, none of them ever spared another thought to the neighborhood. Dean and Castiel couldn’t be happier, and that’s all that matters to them.
Jody invited all of them to her cabin at Lake Alvin, just outside of Sioux Falls. They are celebrating Claire’s graduation from college, and Dean couldn’t be prouder of the kid. He talks Cas into buying her the cheesiest greeting card they can find, paired with the most beautiful gun in the entire bunker. It’s got engravings all over and Dean even finds somebody who puts “C.N.” onto the side of it. He would rather have Claire live a normal life, but he knows it’s not going to happen.
It appears like everybody in the hunter community got the invitation: Sam and Eileen, Mary, Donna, the Banes twins, even Garth and Bess together with their kids. It’s not often hunters get to celebrate something, so everybody immediately jumped the opportunity. It’s a beautiful day, and at some point, Dean finds himself standing next to Claire.
“So, when you gonna put a ring on it?” she asks, nodding over to Castiel, who is chasing his little namesake all over the lawn in a playful game. Dean’s heart swells at the thought of this man being his husband. They hunt less and less these days, especially since Sam decided to move in with Eileen. It’s still a secret, but he and Cas recently bought a house in the same street as them. It might finally be time to leave the hunting life behind.
“There’s no rush,” Dean simply answers, trying his best not to settle on the thought. If he’d ever marry someone, it probably would be Cas. His eyes are still fixed on the laughing figure when Claire continues speaking.
“Whatever, old man. But if you ever want to tie the knot, just call me,” she says, shrugging with her shoulder. When Dean looks at her with a raised eyebrow, she continues. “I’m actually a licensed officiant, not that it would matter for you two anyways. Could marry you just like that –“
She snaps her fingers, before taking a gulp of her soda. Dean looks over to Cas again, his thoughts running in his head. What if…? The idea seems insane to him, but Claire seems to catch his thoughts. A smile breaks over her face: “Go ahead, dude. Just ask him.”
“Don’t want to steal your thunder, kid.”
“There would be no thunder without you,” she confesses, and Dean can’t help but pull her into a tight hug. He never expected to have kids, but he loves Claire just like his own blood. Her first weeks in college were rough, he remembers. But every time she came close to quitting, she’d call Dean. At this point, she’s just as much his kid as Jack, and he couldn’t be prouder of the people they’ve become.
When they step apart, Claire pulls a necklace from her neck. Two golden rings are connected on it, and Dean immediately knows who they belonged to.
“Here, this one should fit,” she says and presses the larger ring into his shaking hands. Dean mutters an honest thanks, smacking a gentle kiss on her forehead, before sprinting over the lawn.
“Hey Cas, can we talk for a moment?”
“You’re not dragging me into a closet again, are you?” Castiel laughs, but willingly follows his boyfriend a few feet away from the crowd.
“If I remember correctly, you rather enjoyed that…,” Dean counters with a grin, before kissing the angel gently. Cas is still smiling against his lips, and Dean pulls away with a deep breath.
“I have an idea…well, actually Claire had the idea, but I think it’s kinda awesome. And since everyone we love is already here, it would just be such a good opportunity and…”
“Dean,” Cas simply says, putting a stop to Dean’s blabbering.
“Will you marry me? Tonight? I know, you actually deserve a much better proposal and a wedding that doesn’t take place in flannel, but I love you so very very much”
Dean’s stammered words are silenced by a loving kiss. When they pull apart, Cas is smiling brighter than the sun.
“I’ve adored you ever since the moment I touched your soul in hell, of course, I’ll marry you”
The biggest smile flashes over Dean’s face, and Cas returns it just as much. A moment later, a loud shout draws their attention over to the cabin, where Claire is cheering in a way, that reminds them far too much of Dean. And when they tell everyone else, the mood just keeps going up.
It’s not a traditional wedding, but then again, their whole lives aren’t exactly normal. Jack insists on being the flower girl, even though Dean and Sam try their best to correct it to “flower-boy”. The music comes from a beaten-up boombox, which plays “November Rain” on repeat and the couple agrees not to exchange vows, deciding to wait with them until they can talk privately.
Dean’s hands shake when he slips the ring onto Castiel’s finger. It’s only now that he realizes they only got one ring, but before Dean can freak out, the angel pulls another golden band from his pocket.
“Where did you get that ring from?” Dean asks, and Cas casts a glance over to Jody, who is currently trying to stop crying. They barely knew her husband, and sometimes Dean still feels a pinch of guilt they couldn’t save him. The ring, he knows, is not only a final peace offering but an official invitation to the family. Dean shoots her a thankful smile, and she just nods in return.
“Speak now, or forever hold your peace,” Claire announces from the front, but the crowd remains luckily silent.
“We’ve been waiting for ages, no way we’re going to object now,” Sam shoots from the side, making everybody laugh. If Dean wasn’t close to bawling his eyes out, he’d probably throw a witty remark at his brother.
“Well then,” Claire says, clearly holding tears back herself. “I shall pronounce you officially hitched!”
Everyone cheers when Cas pulls Dean in a kiss, marking the beginning of a new chapter. The rest of the evening passes in a blur: they dance, they sing, Sam proposes to Eileen, Claire and Kaia finally get together, and Dean and Cas once again find themselves fooling around in a closet. But it’s perfect in every way.
Not every family contains of two parents and a bunch of kids. For them, family contains of two washed-up hunters, their time-traveling mom, a badass Irish huntress, a fallen angel, the devil’s son, and dozens of other people they got to know over the years. Bobby once told Dean, family don’t end in blood, but it doesn’t start there either.
And as Dean watches his happy and fucked-up family, his hand tightly holding onto his husband, he just knows truer words were never spoken.
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First Love | Prologue
Yoongi x reader | 18+ | college au | tattoo artist au | angst | fluff | swearing
Word: 2.4k
You first saw him in the multi-purpose room. Later learn his name, and on your third year, as he becomes your neighbor, you discover his lifestyle. Knowing your crush on him was nothing but that, you wanted to find the courage to look for love. Asking your friend for help, you’re pointed in the direction of the expert. Your neighbor, Min Yoongi
Chapter Index
You drag your suitcase up the first flight of stairs, always hating the fact that you're not first to pick rooms when it comes to the date. Your roommate has an earlier time when it comes to picking a room, and she never picks the first floor. You only have one more flight until you reach the second floor, but you are tired from having to carry all your luggage up the stairs from the rental car you are going to have to return tomorrow. If only your parents weren’t so far away.
“Do you need some help?” a voice asks from behind you, startling you.
You almost drop your suitcase if it weren’t for the figure behind you stopping it from falling back down the stairs. “I’m so sorry,” you say, taking the suitcase back from the stranger.
He laughs. “I’m sorry I scared you. I didn’t know you had not heard me walk up the steps. I should be louder.”
“No, it’s okay,” you begin, finally looking at him and all words are forgotten, “I’m…” He has an oval shape like head, his red beanie, that hid his dark blond hair, stood out compared to his sun kissed skin. When he smiles at you, his chestnut colored eyes almost disappear. He’s wearing a gray sweatshirt and dark gray sweats that are cut to his knees. “I’m the one who is walking slow,” you finally manage, forcing yourself to stop staring.
“It’s move in day. Everyone is slow when it comes to moving. No one wants to unpack,” he answers, following you up the rest of the stairs until the two of you reach the second floor. You turn to face him, unsure of what else to say. You aren’t a very social person. “What floor do you live on?” he suddenly asks.
“This one.”
He smiles again, this one bigger than the last. “I do, too. Maybe we’ll see each other around,” he tells you, sounding so friendly it makes you question if he is being honest or humoring you. You nod, not sure as to what the best reply is. “Well, it was nice meeting you…”
Understanding the way he trailed off, you answer, “Y/N.”
“Ah. Y/N. Nice to meet you, I’m Hoseok.” He extends his hand out towards you.
You slowly took his hand sputtering, “Nice to meet you as well.”
He points at the door next to the other flight of stairs that led to the third floor. The direction you’re going. “I’m headed that way.”
You honestly don’t want to say it, but you reply, “Me too.”
“Really? Are we hallmates?” he questions, his voice showing signs of excitement.
“I suppose we are,” you acknowledge.
“That’s exciting.” You watch as Hoseok opens the door that leads you to the center hall, gesturing for you to enter first. You thank him and enter the hallway. He walks alongside you as the two of you walk a short distance until he stops at the first set of doors. He points to the second door closest to the exit towards the stairs. “This is me,” he begins, patting his pockets, “I hope to see you around, Y/N.” He frowns as he shoves his hands in his pockets.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah. I just realized I never grabbed my key off my desk when I left earlier,” he chuckles, knocking on his door. Immediately the door swings open, and you thought you felt your heart stop. He looks as if he had just woken up. His jet black hair disheveled, eyes barely open, and his lips in a little pout. The corner of his black, short sleeved shirt lifted as he rubbed his eye. “You’re awake,” Hoseok says in delight.
“Well you were knocking so damn loud,” he grumbles in a gravelly voice.
“It wasn’t that loud,” Hoseok protests.
Before Yoongi can argue, a familiar voice calls out, “There you are, Y/N. I thought you died or something.” Coming out of your own little world, your attention is now on your best friend, and roommate, Ari. “I finished unpacking a while ago, so I made your bed for you.”
You open your mouth to reply, but Hoseok interrupts, “You’re our neighbor?” You can only nod, eyes meeting Yoongi briefly before looking at Hoseok. “That’s even better! Our chances of seeing each other are a lot higher.”
“I should go,” you mumble, heading down as you quickly walk towards Ari.
“Bye, Y/N,” Hoseok calls.
You wave and enter your dorm, the door closing behind Ari as you set your luggage on your bed. Your heart is racing, cheeks most likely a blush color. “What’s up with you?” Ari asks, climbing into her bed as she watches you place a hand over your heart.
“It’s him,” you reply in a whisper.
“Who?”
You look at her, her strawberry blond hair coming loose from her bun. “Him.”
You can see the cranks working in her eyes before they light up in realization. “Oh, you mean your crush for two years?”
“He has a name you know,” you remind her.
Watching her as she places her finger to her rosy cheek. “Ah, yes. Fuckboy Yoongi,” she avows.
“He is not a fuckboy,” you object.
“Have you heard the rumors about him? If he’s our neighbor, then those rumors are about to be confirmed soon enough,” Ari implies.
“They’re just rumors.”
Ari sighs, “I just don’t want your feelings to get hurt if they are true.”
“They won’t,” you promise her.
With that, you continue to unpack, listening to your roommate complain about a professor she hasn’t met yet. She rants long after you have finished packing and the two of you are making your way downstairs to the dining hall to grab dinner. When the two of you enter the dining hall, you wait in line as the woman behind the counter takes the student’s ID and swipe it along the card reader. The line goes from four, and four goes to one. When the woman gives the card back to the person in front of you, you hand her your ID.
“He is making us write three essays, and they’re only worth 13% of our grade,” Ari whines, handing her ID after you received yours back. “Our midterm and final are worth more, and you know I suck at taking tests. I’m not going to pass this class. I can already feel it.”
The two of you enter the separate room where the food is displayed. A salad bar in the center, drinks to the right, and sweets to the left. Different types of foods are shown everywhere else.
“What class is this?” you ask her, grabbing a plate from the stack by the salad bar.
“Psycho,” she cries, taking a plate you hand her. “I actually have to show up to every class, participate, and probably kiss his ass a little so he knows I’m desperate.”
You giggle. “I’m sure you’ll be fine, Ari. You passed syntax last semester.”
“And I did everything I had just told you. Maybe a little more. Hell, I even laughed at his jokes I didn’t understand,” Ari tells you before she wanders off to the direction where the pasta is. You follow in suit, eyes on the fettuccine alfredo. “Guess I’ll just have to read the textbook more than once.”
“Have faith in yourself,” you tell her, handing your plate to the server who places a spoonful of pasta on it before giving it back.
“I guess,” she sighs, taking her plate and drags her feet towards the salad bar, clearly disappointed with her decision to take the class.
You don’t bother comforting her and instead you grab a bottle of water. Entering the dining room once again, you scan the area for an empty table. In the back of the room, you can see an empty table in the corner. Ari walks up next to you, letting out a sigh. “School sucks.”
You laugh, gesturing towards the table you found. “Let’s eat.” Leading her past the occupied tables, you set your food down, taking a seat. “You’ve passed all your classes before. You can pass this class, too. Have more faith in yourself, Ari,” you point out.
Ari hums in response as the two of you eat in a comfortable silence. Your eyes wander around the room, watching as everyone sits at their tables and happily chats with one another. You’ve been living in the dorms for three years and you aren’t all that social like everyone else was. You watch as they greet one another as they pass by. It’s like they all know each other, and all you know is Ari. She’s been your friend and roommate for three years, and you wouldn’t trade her for the world.
“If it isn’t my favorite neighbor,” a voice calls. You look up to see Hoseok smiling down at you as he holds a plate of food in his hand. “Mind if I join you guys?”
You glance at Ari who only shrugs. “Sure,” you say.
He smiles, taking a seat next to you. “My roommate wouldn’t come eat with me, and I didn’t want to be by myself. I’m lucky I saw you guys,” he says, taking a bite of his pizza. He looks at Ari. “Ah. Right.” He sticks his hand out towards her. “I’m Hoseok.”
Ari smiles, shaking his hand. “Ari.”
“Well, Ari. Y/N. There’s a party happening on the third floor if you guys want to come. It’s several rooms that are having it, but it’s one big one,” he says, taking a bigger bite of his pizza. “Plus it’ll be nice to have someone I know there. Even if I only met you two today.”
“A party? I am so in,” Ari says, an excited smile on her face. “You going, Y/N?”
You shake your head. “I need to fix my camera,” you tell her, giving her a small, apologetic smile.
“Camera? Is that a hobby?” Hoseok asks, finishing his first pizza.
You shake your head again. “Major.”
“Oh, really? You must be a pro at it.”
“I’m really not,” you reply sheepishly, your face flushing.
“She’s lying. She’s really good at it,” Ari tells Hoseok, dismissing your comment. You kick her under the table, but she ignores you completely. “I’ll show you some time.”
“No one will be showing anything,” you state in a threatening tone but it doesn’t come out all that threatening. They clearly don’t take you seriously, but say nothing more about it.
By the time you’re done eating, you and Ari are in your room, Ari is currently deciding which dress she likes more. You watch her as she switches between dresses, each hovering over her body as she tilts her head to the side in question. “Which looks better on me?” she asks you, her eyes meeting yours through the closet mirror.
“Why are you dressing up? Isn’t it just a party upstairs?” you question.
“It is just a party upstairs, but it’s a party where I plan to find a boyfriend. A better one than my ex,” she says. “Now which one do you think looks better?”
You let out a sigh, shaking your head. “The black one. It makes your hair stand out compared to the red one.”
She smiles at you. “I knew I could trust your opinion.”
You rolled your eyes. “I’m not a fashion designer, and it’s common sense.”
“Either way, you’re the expert.” Ari walks to the bathroom door in the corner of the room next to the sink. She gives a quick knock before entering the bathroom. You’ve known her for three years now, and you still find it funny how the two of you change in the shared bathroom rather than in front of each other. You guess it was a habit by now.
A minute or so later, Ari comes out of the bathroom wearing the black dress you picked out. It’s a form-fitting dress, the straps as big as your index finger. The dress fits her curves perfectly, showing all that she has to give. Sometimes you wish you had her confidence in wearing such a dress, but then again you’re perfectly fine in your seaweed green sweats and big, black shirt that can pass as a dress.
“And you’re sure that if you bend over, nothing will show?” you ask in concern, staring down at how short the dress was.
“I’ve bent over quite a few times, so no, nothing will be revealed.” She glances at you as she slips on her heels. “Would you like to confirm?”
You shake your head. “I trust you.” Ari does a quick lookover in the mirror before grabbing her room key and phone. “Have fun, and be safe,” you tell her as she opens the door.
“Don’t work too hard on your camera,” she says before leaving you alone in the room.
You can hear the clicks of her heels against the floor until you can no longer hear her. Stretching your arms out, you stare at the camera that lies on your desk. You honestly don’t want to work on it. At least, not tonight when you’re already in bed and all you have to do is switch off the light and close your eyes. You think for a second or two before finally deciding to just go to sleep. Today has been a long day of unpacking, and going to sleep before having to wake up to go to some mandatory meeting sounds a lot better with each passing second.
Switching the light off next to your bed, you get under your covers and lie there in silence, counting sheep. So much has happened today, and the one that repeats in your head the most is that Yoongi is your neighbor.
Yoongi. The guy you’ve had a crush on for three years now is your neighbor. That means a possible opportunity to talk to him. Especially now that Hoseok seems to want to be friends, maybe you’ll see Yoongi a lot more now.
Your thoughts are interrupted by a light tapping sound on the wall next to you. It’s a rhythmic tapping sound. Then slowly, ever so slowly, the light tapping turns louder and harder, and with that loud pounding sound, a girl's voice can be heard.
You lie in bed frozen.
“I just don’t want your feelings to get hurt if they are true.”
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how to lose someone in seven steps? | prologue
— summary: love-induced heartbreak is one of the most overrated things to ever be talked about, and she doesn’t get why most of her friends take up on such conversations with sighs following every statement. relationships aren’t something to linger on—but when one of her friends dares her to make one of their infamous exes, whom they had a hard time getting over with, fall in love with her, she takes up on the challenge. earning them? easy. losing them? even easier.
— title: how to lose someone in seven steps?
— pairing: wayv x reader (depending on whose route you select)
— genre: bet!au ; strangers to friends to lovers!au ; love experiment!au (and other au’s depending on the routes)
— type: fluff ; romance ; humor ; drama ; angst (varying according to the route)
— word count: 2,821
She once said she’d die the day she fell in love.
It’s one of those rare concepts that her literature teacher loved gushing about when she wrote them on paper. Dying for love, actually, has been romanticized for as long as she can remember. Think The Notebook or Romeo and Juliet—hell, even The Walking Dead could enter in this category in some of their episodes. The toxicity of such matter, however, goes past what she has ever wanted to portray when saying those words. She’d die if she ever were to fall in love.
Because, falling in love feels like dying, and though she hasn’t lived it, she can tell by the look on her friends’ eyes whenever they got their heart stepped on, munched, bitten, spat out at their feet—whatever. Promises of never going through the same thing lived inside her head when she had to push one of her friend’s hair back to have them throw up on the club’s flooring, crying after a break-up. Or, rather, when she saw one of her friends skimming through Instagram for the twelfth time that day and, yes, absolutely, her boyfriend is, still, liking the pictures of a bunch of women with cup sizes bigger than hers.
It’s unnecessary. People dream about it, hear songs about it, but they never quite think about how much they could avoid if they didn’t go around seeking for love, or for one-time-things that will only end up in another person getting entangled. It’s the common mistake of never getting to know another person well, and hence, never getting to know oneself nicely enough. Love starts from the moment we give our first breath.
As of currently, her friend Ada can’t breathe. Or, well, she can—but she chooses not to as she downs yet another shot and weeps at the memory of her latest break up.
The food settled on the table in between the group of eight women smells delicious, but no one has payed enough attention to the meal itself and rather, downed a few drinks for the sake of making Ada feel better. With her makeup running down her chubby cheeks, her once long brown hair cut into a bob after the break-up that has kept her crying for the past two days, and her hands shakingly reaching for the soju to pour some more, she finally takes the first bite of the salad she had ordered, eyes glimpsing at what she never wants to have.
Heartbreak is the ugliest, yet most overrated, thing that could ever happen in this world.
The kind of beauty a woman possesses when getting into a relationship erases itself when she’s out of it. It’s momentary, sure, she’s well aware that Ada will go back to her bubbly, adorable self one of these days, but it’s neither tomorrow nor the next day. “I—I just don’t get it—” And, preferably, the people on the table next to them must not get it as well. They have been snooping on what Ada has been worrying about for the past thirty minutes. “The sex was good. The kisses were good. I just—Why did he have to be such an asshole at the end?”
Ada believes in happy endings, though. When they were children—and she’s one of her oldest friends—, she’d always dress up as Cinderella on Halloween, throwing her shoe around in hopes of someone catching it and looking for her. No one did, but one can only dream. “Baby,” Elena, the classiest of the group, takes out a small handkerchief from her purse before patting it against Ada’s moist cheeks. “That’s what you get for dating an exotic dancer. Who thinks an exotic dancer is going to settle down for them?” She pushes her long black hair away from her shoulders, her porcelain skin matching the deep burgundy of her plush lips. Elena’s beauty is unmatchable.
“I did, b—but…” There it is, the worry, the excuses that come with dating a man. “But Yukhei just seemed different. He always talked about his dreams…and about how pretty he thought I was. It just—” Before she could refill her glass with soju, she takes the bottle away from her.
Heartbreak may have never reached her, but she’s not letting it affect her friend. “Ada, stop it. Enough alcohol for today. Grab a bite or something.”
“Ah!” Ada, as dramatic as always, pushes her head back. “Stop babying me, you’ve all been in this position. Just let me motherfucking drink—!”
Elena sighs from her spot, fingertips running over the glassed table of the restaurant they’re in. Red curtains over glassed windows who trail over the lightened-up city, matching the champagne colored walls. “I didn’t act like this when I broke up with Kun.”
Yifei, who has just come back to the table after a smoke break, ruffles the curled up strands of her bleached blonde hair before scoffing. “That’s because you didn’t love Kun, honey.” Taking her bomber jacket off, she lets her tattoos be on full display, roses and thorns the most outstanding one. “You’ll know what real love is when they leave you for someone else, not when you’re the one leaving.”
“…Damn.” Ada whispers from her spot, licking the outline of her shot glass before sighing. “Did Kun Hang hurt you that much?”
Yifei has thick skin, hurts in ways that no one ever notices, and her love affair from four years ago still lingers within her. “It’s not exactly pain, but when your high school love admits that he’s been in love with this old ass businesswoman for the entirety of your months-long relationship, it hurts.”
“That was four years ago,” Elena answers, swatting her hand in the air. “Besides, I was in love with Kun, but contrary to your two guys…he loved too much. I felt like I was being constricted and, girls, I am a chef—” Pride bleeds from her every word when she takes a sip of her pink champagne. “I know when bad things are cooking up, and Kun was a big red sign for clingy.”
A hiss leaves her lips then, rubbing her hands together. “Oh, damn, we’re getting good spice today, aren’t we? Tearing your exes apart!”
It’s fun—it’s the kind of activity they have to do to have Ada smiling at them. “Well, Ada, now that you’re single, some advice:” Liying speaks from her spot, fixing her perfectly sleeked back bun just to grab a bite of the immaculately prepared carbonara pasta in front of them, twirling her fork in the air. “Never go for younger guys. I went for a college guy, thinking that because he didn’t have much experience, he’d go to me, and because he was rich as all hell, I thought he’d pay for everything…” Liying’s voice trails dangerously, her face without an ounce of makeup scrunching up in disgust. “But younger guys? They’re insecure, end of story.”
It’s a bit difficult to remember who had swept Liying off her feet, considering she’s now happily in a relationship with a journalist. “Who was that again?” She asks, well aware that she is the only one who has stayed single for the majority of their friendship, and Liying turns to the side to look at her.
“Liu Yangyang. Rich nightmare.”
Yifei whistles from her side. “But he was rich. That’s always a plus.”
“Not when he’s always texting you, Yifei.” Liying conquers, pursing her lips in the process. “Like, babe, like, are you sure that you didn’t, like, sleep with someone while I was in Germany? Like, babe, really, like, it is better if you just tell me. Like. Like. Like.” She repeats over and over again, and it’s at this moment that her brain clicks. Right. Liu Yangyang…Liying had introduced her to him once at her birthday event, but she doesn’t remember much from him.
The women around the table burst with laughter, and she looks towards another one of her friends, trying to make Ada feel better. “This group of friends was formed because we all have shitty tastes in men,” Angela instructs, moving her bangs off her forehead to showcase her big eyes, wetting her lips with her drink before hissing. “You remember my ex Ten, Ada? Sometimes, when we slept together, I used to think he was actually getting off to the thought of himself.”
Elena actually snorts at those words, and to have elegant Elena Wang give such reaction means that it is something truly interesting. “No way!”
“Yes! He was too vain. Everything he said was amen.” Angela raises her hands in the air, sighing deeply. “I was saved the day he decided to break up with me.”
She turns to the quiet woman to the side, Shishi’s platinum hair cascading down her back, her thick eyeliner definitely something outstanding about her. “What about you, Shishi?”
“I broke up with someone not too long ago…” The quiet woman says, though the entire table already knows about that.
Yifei groans. “Come on, Shishi, let it out!”
“Fencer asshole.” Shishi, who rarely cusses, lets it out in the air, wrapping her hand snugly around her fork. “Xiao Dejun liked every woman who had good makeup skills. Wear red lipstick and you’re ready to get on his good list.”
Someone lifts their gaze from her phone—Bingbing, happily in a relationship for the last two years, lover of men with smart mouths to carry on with her perfect texting skills. “Can I talk shit about my ex, too?”
“Aren’t you happily married?” She questions, only to have Bingbing waving her phone in the air.
“And I’m keeping my relationship alive because of what I learned.” Bingbing replies, pushing her body forward and resting her head on her interlocked hands. “If a man is hard to decipher, he’s just not that into you. Men are simple creatures, you see.”
“Word to that!” Ada says from her spot, a hiccup following soon after. “Men are simple creatures, because they can’t be considered human.”
For a moment, silence falls around the table and she takes this time to lose herself in the taste of lettuce, tomato and onions sliced together into a perfect concoction with rosy sauce on top. Only when she takes a big bite, downing it with a bit of water, does she realize that all pair of eyes are settled on her. Fourteen eyes capturing her every move is already enough of a terrifying visual.
“What?” Her voice lifts a bit after she says those words, patting a napkin against her lips in case there is something on her lips.
Ada rolls her eyes, too much alcohol taking away her dulcet features. “Babe, tell us about your biggest heartbreak. The biggest asshole you’ve met.”
For a moment, she tries to think. The last date she had was over a year ago…and after losing her time with someone who actually didn’t want to be with her, she cut things off. Not that it hurt, just that she simply decided not to continue dating. It’s a waste of time, seriously.
“I’ve never…had anyone break my heart. If you don’t let anyone do that, it doesn’t happen.” Or so she wants to believe. She never wants to give anyone the benefit of the doubt.
“Come on,” Ada replies, taking her phone out of her pocket and looking for something before turning the screen to her. “Tell me you wouldn’t fall for someone like this. You just have dated people who are not worth a heartbreak, I guess.” A golden skinned man meets her vision, and it’s the first time she has seen Yukhei. His brown hair parts naturally, the dimly lit room letting her see the curve of his plush lips, the straightness of his nose and his big, almost doe, eyes. A glint of sweat trails up his biceps as he places one hand on his head, his collarbones on full display on the picture, and though the image does not go lower, she can tell he’s shirtless.
Attractive and yet, she shrugs. “Too typically handsome. I wouldn’t consider him my type.”
“What she wants is the absolute opposite,” Elena says, already rummaging through her social media. “A goody-two-shoes who would leave everything behind for you: Qian Kun.”
This time around, she gets to see a picture directly from Instagram. This guy’s hair is darker, sporting a chef’s uniform as he lifts a tray of food up into the air. Exquisite at its finest, but he’s not bad looking in any way. Slim lips welcoming a big smile, eyes twinkling in innocence, looking too posh to ever make a mistake. “…Not bad, I like the dimple. He seems too good to break your heart, though.”
“What about an artistic guy?” Angela says from her spot, showing her own phone but from another account. This breakup must’ve been messier, she guesses. “I���m sure you’d get your heart broken by Ten. He’s just…too risqué, you fall for him without thinking.”
This man is seated on a leather couch, a camera up to his face, one of his eyes squinted but the one that is opened lets her see the cat-shaped form of them. His lips are slim, though the glimmer of his cheeks is the perfect highlight, tattoos shaping his form, his legs ones to desire. “Nah, he couldn’t break my heart even if he wanted to.”
It becomes a competition, with Shishi rushing to find the pictures she saved on her phone of her latest relationship, clinging to the side of a man in a white uniform. His eyes are an enigma, though the smile on his face is sweet, his brown hair pushed away from his face. “What about the fencer asshole, Xiao Dejun?”
“He’s okay.”
Then, Liying refreshes her memory of Liu Yangyang. Seated in between a big group of people with a smile on his face, his surroundings rich enough to point out in what kind of party he is, the suit on his body deep blue like the ocean. “What about younger guys? Maybe, she just needs someone who is reckless—”
“I’d crush his heart.” Overconfidence starts to take up on her, taking a sip of her drink. “Give me a better shot.”
Yifei, one of her latest options, pushes her phone forward. “What about Kun Hang?”
She remembers Kun Hang, and the man may be gorgeous—but his goofy ways don’t figure him out as a heartbreaker. “We’d be great friends. I doubt we’d even get together.”
“Last chance, ladies!” Bingbing stands from her seat to get over her, wrapping one arm around her shoulder before showing her the screen. This man is more simplistic, his black hair covering most of his forehead, though the prettiness of his face is not to be missed, plump lips, nicely rounded cheeks, and a look on his eyes that screams ‘boy-next-door’. “Is Dong Sicheng the kind of guy who’d break your heart?”
“Girls,” She says, pushing Bingbing’s phone away before chuckling. “You just give people the power to hurt you. I could make any of these men cry for me if I just put my mind into it. Heartbreak is mental, no matter how much people try to say it isn’t.”
Shishi deadpans, then. “Break one of their hearts and we’ll believe you.”
Ada must have seen a goddess right at that moment, with wings and promises that have her widening her eyes and smacking her hands against the table. God, she’ll be lucky if people stop looking at them for once tonight. “Yes! You can pick someone and break their hearts, and teach us your ways!”
“I doubt this is a good idea…” Elena whispers, though Ada shakes her head.
“Raise your hand if you want her to break your ex’s heart.”
Six hands are raised, and Elena raises it with one final sigh.
It’s one of those ‘a rush in the moment’ things, when adrenaline pumps inside her body too quickly and she’s overexcited. Very rarely does someone feel like this in adulthood—as if youth and power lasts forever, so she puts one hand forward. “Put all your phones down with the pictures of the guys whose heart you want me to break, and I’ll pick someone.”
Cheers fill the air for the tale of a bad idea given by alcohol, but she feels powerful, staring at a group of men that she doesn’t know—men she should hate for breaking the hearts of those whom she loves. It shouldn’t be that difficult, right? If they were able to break her friends’ hearts, she can do the same thing.
Her hand hovers in the air, pondering, seeing, letting her mind choose who would be the easiest, who deserves it the most. A challenge, that’s what she wants—
And a smile appears on her face when she grabs certain phone.
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A/N: totally not canon interaction but i wanted to practice some before i try to write anything serious for nimh... also i misremembered how they originally met when i started writing this so i double downed lol
reader is gender neutral
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The weather was nice today so you had been out and about to prevent yourself from hiding in your home for the rest of the week.
Ever since yesterday, you were stressed for multiple reasons and you were hoping this walk would help take your mind off things. You were currently spending your lunch outside at a restaurant. Unfortunately, you doubt you could eat at a time like this with one of your stressors in plain sight.
You stare at another table a distance away, hiding partly behind a menu to avoid bringing attention to yourself.
What had you on such high alert was the occupant at said table: A rabbit, trying to hold a fork between their paws. But without thumbs it looked to be a very difficult task. The fork falls from their grip once again and they sigh. It looks as if they've given up.
That had to be one of the boys you accidentally cursed at the zoo! You're sure that's the blonde bunny who asked for a refund too. Before you could give it to him though, one of the predators among all the scattering animals got a little too close and he hightailed it. You sigh a bit to yourself. It still seems unreal but that's what really occurred.
So much happened that day including you getting fired. Damn your boss--like it was your fault that you got distracted and passed out the wrong water to the visitors! What type of zoo even needs a magically-cursed water supply anyways!?
You shake your head and put down the menu. This wasn't the time to get even more worked up so you take a deep breath. You hadn't really rehearsed what to say when you found the guys--animals… manimals. How do you even bring up that you accidentally cursed someone, but you could change them back with the power of love?
You get up. You'll just have to tear it off like a bandage. Even if this felt more like a wax strip situation...
Making your way over to the rabbit who was now eating his salad with his paws--which was very cute by the way--you steel yourself.
You give your friendliest smile when you're close enough to show that you don't mean harm. He still tenses up like....well, a rabbit and looks like he wants to bolt. Poor thing, he probably can't control it. Fortunately for you, he doesn't actually run.
"Uh hello, I'm sorry to interrupt your meal. I don't mean to be rude or anything, but I noticed that you're an...animal."
"O-Oh that's quite okay." A kind sounding voice comes from the rabbit, which was pretty well fitting actually. "You don't usually see rabbits trying to use utensils so I can see why you'd find this strange. You don't ever see them doing that actually, as far as I know."
You wave off the idea. "Trust me, I don't find it strange at all."
"Really? I'm still trying to get used to it myself. You see I'm not usually like--" he motions to his furry body "--this."
"Actually, that's why I'm here. I think I can help you with your predicament! Do you remember the day you changed at the zoo? I was the worker there passing out water at the entrance. You asked me for a refund."
He tilts his head and his nose twitches. Again, cute but this wasn't the time for that. You hold your hands behind your back so you don't accidentally try to reach out and pet him.
"Right! I remember you just before the...panther."
You grimace. That must have been extremely frightening for him so you can't help feeling guilty. You would definitely make sure to fix this and you had words for that panther. Once you found him.
"Well you see…I might have been the cause. The water I gave was apparently magically-cursed water and-and now all these guys are animals! Somehow, I have to change them back with the power of friendship--wait no--love! I'm not even sure how that works though, but this little creature told me to...so yeah."
You stop yourself from rambling any further.
The rabbit stares at you wide eyed and his little laugh sounds very unsure. "...Umm I don't know what to say to that, but I suppose that's not so far fetched considering that magic is apparently real."
"Wait, so you believe me?"
"I guess I don't not believe you. Er sorry for the double negative. I'm not exactly jumping for joy at being a rabbit. And better hearing is definitely not worth the trade-off of opposable thumbs. So I would like to try out your plan at least."
"Oh wow...Okay, cool!"
With that out of the way you calm down a considerable amount. You hadn't expected him to accept the idea so quickly. Maybe this whole magical animal quest would be a piece of cake!
"Let's go on a date then. That would be a good way to start to get you to fall for me!"
You need to find a new job stat.
He looks kind of bashful but nods. "That sounds like a good first step."
"Oh wait, I totally forgot about names. I'm ____. What's yours?"
"Nimh."
"Well nice to meet you Nimh. I'm sorry I turned you into an animal. And even though this has definitely caused you much trouble, you do make a very cute bunny."
You'd never seen a rabbit blush but here you were. And it was absolutely adorable.
Oh powers that be, give me strength.
"Well gosh. Thank you ____...I think?"
"You're very welcome." You sit down at his table. "This can be our pre-date."
Nimh chuckles a bit at your lame attempt at a joke and you think you already like him.
"By the way..."
You immediately put all your attention on the rabbit. Scratch the 'think'. You definitely like him (if your urgency to please him said anything).
"Why would a zoo have magically-cursed water for?" he asks.
"Oh my god, that's what I've been wondering!"
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bennett’s birthday
LISTEN! i know that bennett’s birthday was like a week ago, but i was too busy to write about it because ~college~, but i’m here now. i’ve had this idea circling in my head for the last week, so it might be kinda long idk. anyways HERE WE GO!!!
- bennett lies when he talks about his birthday. as much as he loves to celebrate and do things for his birthday, he doesn’t want to annoy people or force people to pay attention to him too much. granted, his dads growing up did their best to try and celebrate with him, but they were away a lot of the time. bennett had to improvise, try and get others to celebrate with him, but they always complained or acted annoyed. so, as he got older, he just started to lie about his birthday. he never actually celebrated his birthday, he always made sure that no one way paying too close attention when she slightly changed the date of his birthday each time he was asked.
- today just so happened to be his actual birthday. he wasn’t necessarily excited about it, as he knew that he had no one to celebrate with. his dad were off adventuring as usual and he had quests to focus on. if he seems a little sadder than usual, no one commented on it. he also knew the people around were busy and their own lives to live. he didn’t want to bother razor, diluc, amber, kaeya or anyone else because of his birthday. so, he went about his normal day, supporting his team and slaying monsters.
- the traveler noticed something off about bennett. they didn’t say anything, as they didn’t want to upset him, but he didn’t seem quite like himself. it had been a gradual thing, slowly building up to today. why would bennett be sad today, the traveler thought? they couldn’t come up with a reason as to why bennett would be sad, so they decided to do some investigating. the traveler went all around mondstadt asking about bennett. it seemed like no one knew why he was sad, they barely noticed anything off about the boy in general, as his happy-go-lucky attitude persisted even at the darkest times.
- it wasn’t until the traveler walked into cat’s tavern that they realized. they saw razor, who they knew did everything he could to avoid the city, diluc, who had made the journey all the way from dawn winery, kaeya, who seemed to be taking the day off from his knight business, noelle, who was out of the chapel for once, amber, away from duty for the day, and a couple others. “what’s going on here?” the travler asks. razor was the only one who gave them a response, as the others seemed too interested in the conversation as hand. “fire boy sad,” razor replied. “no one know why.” ah, thought the traveler, they weren’t the only one who had noticed. “wait,” the traveler said so loud it interrupted the conversations the others seemed to be having. “NO ONE knows why bennett’s sad? how?! bennett is the most talkative person i’ve met on my journey” besides venti, of course, the traveler thought to themselves. “we can’t find any reason as to why he would be upset.” amber replied. “it seemed to come out of nowhere.” kaeya added. the traveler signed, “this is going to be a long day,” as they joined the investigation into why bennett had become so sad.
- “he’s been out adventuring enough, so it can’t be that.” “i mean, maybe he isn’t happy with it, or he needs a new team?” “i don’t think it’s that, maybe he’s missing his dads, they haven’e come back to mondstadt in a while.” a collective silence fell over the tavern, as everyone had run out of ideas. they just COULDN’T figure out what was making bennett so sad. all of a sudden, a strong wind formed inside the tavern. “traveler, please control your vision.” diluc said, annoyance present in his tone. “that wasn’t me.” the traveler said, taking no offense. “THAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE BARD!” the gust of wind replied. the wind faded to reveal venti, harp and all, inside the tavern. “i see you’re all clueless as ever.” the bard said as he dusted off his clothes. “what do you mean, tone-deaf bard?” the traveler said. venti didn’t even flinch at the insult. “you DO realize that it’s his birthday.” venti stated, a small smile on his face. “it’s who’s birthday?” diluc questioned. “the boy you’ve been talking about for the last two hours.” venti responded, arms crossed and a smirk forming.
- “it’s his birthday,” the traveler repeated. “that makes perfect sense.” “why fire boy no tell?” razor questioned. “well, his birthday isn’t exactly something that has always gone smooth for the poor boy growing up,” venit responds. “so, he no longer wished to bother people with it.” “i can’t believe him.” kaeya says, shaking his head in his hand. “he does so much for everyone else, but never lets anyone do things for him.” amber added. “well,” the traveler began. “that means we should do something now.” “what if he doesn’t actually want us to celebrate?” diluc questioned. “fire boy no person who no celebrate” razor responded, a pointed look at diluc followed. “i agree. bennett isn’t the type to not want to celebrate his birthday.” noelle added. “let’s do something for him.” the traveler stated. “but what?” the others replied. “a surprised party, of course.” venti finished. “bennett doesn’t like that many people around though.” kaeya added. “well, we can keep it small,” the traveler replied “maybe just do us here, and we can have it in the tavern.” no one seemed to oppose the idea. “gives me an excuse to have some dandelion wine.” venti added. “not unless you pay for it” diluc, finishes.
-so, the traveler and the other began to set everything up for bennett’s party. they cooked his favorite meals, put up decorations, and even somehow got a cake. when everything was set up, they decided it would be best if the traveler and razor went to find him. “he likes you two the best,” venti says. “i can take you to him, i saw him on my way over.” so, they set off to find bennett. venti brought them near the statue of the seven in windrise. they saw a figure sitting by themselves under the tree behind the statue. as they approached, they could tell it was bennett. “i can’t believe he was going to spend his birthday alone.” the traveler commented. “he no want to annoy other, he too baby.” razor responded. “i guess i can see that.” the traveler said. they approached bennett with a sad looking picnic, consisting of a sad looking steak, an egg and a very boring salad.
- “hey bennett,” the traveler began. “oh!” bennett jumped. “o-oh it’s just you two, h-hi. um, what are you doing here?” he question, slightly curling in on himself. “me want food, fire boy.” razor said without hesitation. “yeah, he’s hungry and i know you always enjoy a good meal, so we thought we would invite you to go eat at cat’s tavern. if you’re not busy of course.” the traveler added, eyeing the depressing meal currently in front of bennett. “o-of course. i will never turn down a meal!” a smile taking over his face, hiding his previous sadness. “alright, let’s go then.” the traveler said, getting up. together they headed back towards mondstadt. bennet talked the entire walk back, with the traveler and razor adding here and there.
- “the tavern is really quite for this time of day.” bennett commented. “well, everyone is probably just tired today, it’s been a hard week.” the traveler said. “yeah, i understand that.” bennett replied. “inside, eat.” razor said, pushing them inside. as they entered the tavern, it was dark. “wh-what’s going on?” bennett questioned, fear obvious in his voice. “razor? traveler?” bennett added as he began to back towards the door. a soft “3, 2, 1″ could be heard followed by a “SURPRISE!!!” bennett jumped backwards, not realizing what happened. “huh?” he said, after a moment. “wait, what?” “happy birthday bennett!” the traveler said, a small cake in their hands. “how...how did you know it was my birthday, i never tell anyone about my birthday.” bennett asked, obviously confused. “singing bard help” razor replied. “a meddling bard happened to give us some useful information.” diluc added. “we hope that everything is to your liking.” noelle said. “i-i’m speechless. thank you guys.” tears were streaming down bennett’s face. “no one has ever really celebrated with me before. i didn’t think that i needed to celebrate, but this...this is all amazing. really guys, that you.” a watery smile came to bennett’s face. “of course!” “always””you deserve it” could be heard muttered through the tavern. “well, make a wish!” amber said, the candle on the cake still glowing. “i wish we could do this every year.” bennett said, as he blew out the candle. everyone cheered, and began the party. before the traveler and razor could go too far, bennett grabbed both of them. “thanks, you two for coming to get me.” bennett said. “we’re always here for you, bennett.” the traveler said. “fire boy deserve smile and food.” razor replied, a small smile and some drool could be seen on his face as he then headed towards the food, closely followed by the other two. and when the night was over, bennett prayed to barbatos and said “thank you for giving me the best birthday.” and went to bed. “of course, bennett.” venti replied from the hands of the barbatos statue.
hehe again i’m sorry this is so late, but i hope you enjoyed!! see you in the next one!
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