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saturnsummer · 3 years

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oh, how we’ve grown.

prompted by an anon from my ask here!

notes: this was probably the fic that stumped me on so many occasions, since it was really bittersweet. editing, grammar and other mistakes will be taken responsible by me! it took me longer than expected and i’m not sure if everyone would be able to catch on how i interpreted the group’s futures and personalities! if anyone would like to know more, do dm me! as always, enjoy and thank you for the support and love!

original prompt: I think Joon Hwi and Sol A was already dating during their 3L (since Sol A looked so comfortable acting flirty and cute aroud Joon Hwi on their way to the old man's trial). Now I wonder what happen with them during time skip and by the ending, what stage of relationship they are in. Can you write a fic or headcanon ab that? Thank you! 🥰

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it was finally the day of graduation.

joon hwi was beyond excited. he was nostalgic, sad and emotional, for sure. but after crying so many tears yesterday and the past week, he found it useless to cry any further. he lets the adrenaline set in for his new chapter lying ahead.

joon hwi was finally going to be a prosecutor.

his letter came in a few weeks after the bar exam. he counts himself lucky, being one of the students that helped to capture assemblyman ko, solve his uncle's murder, prove his professor's and his own innocence. all in his first year. it was no surprise that when he applied, they immediately wanted him. his grades were just the cherry on top to his stack of achievements. he was certainly overqualified for a guy who just passed the bar.

(well, he did pass the second round judicial exam.)

further than that, he was crowned valedictorian and was tasked to give a speech to his fellow batch mates. he had practiced his speech countless times, and he could recite it in his sleep by now. but he can’t quite place the feeling that he feels. his thoughts are all over and he can’t seem to keep his heart rate constant.

a knock on the door of his now empty dorm room distracts him from his thoughts. there, dressed in similar graduation robes, with long wavy brown hair is kang sol a, or to him, his kang sol. she walks in with a small smile on her face, but her smile fades away to a face of concern after studying his face. her eyes dart to the door, and she strides back to shut the door, giving him and her the privacy that he needs.

"what's troubling you?" she asks gently, taking his hand into hers. a quiet, simple gesture done by sol could soothe him so much. joon hwi is silent, not knowing why he’s so nervous. he’s done speeches and talked to crowds bigger than this. heck, he has testified for court. yet, the knot in his stomach refuses to cease.

“i don’t know… it’s nothing new, yet…” he trails off, avoiding his eyes with his girlfriend. his thoughts race through his head, but it leads back to his uncle, his samchoon, the man that brought him up: seo byungju.

“joon. joon, look at me.” sol brings a hand up to his cheek, gently raising it so it meets her eyes rather than the floor. joon hwi promised he wouldn’t be emotional today, yet he found his eyes glassy when he met sol’s eyes. as a tear slips, her fingers wipe it away gently.

“your uncle… he would be so proud of you to see the boy he raised achieve his dream.” sol says, a voice so quiet and soft, it seems to echo to joon hwi. she always knew what to say and always knew what was troubling him deep down, even if he denied it.

samchoon… are you proud of me?

“i’ll always be supporting you, like how your uncle did. when you’re on stage, if you feel intimidated, just look at my eyes, alright?” sol says, rubbing his cheek. he gives a small smile and nods slowly. taking his hand, sol intertwines it between her fingers, an action that he knows she only does when they are alone. an act so simple, yet his heart was so soothed by then.

joon hwi’s free hand reaches to the back of her head, as he lowers his slightly, so their forehead rest against each other. he breathes her perfume in, the one he bought for her a few months into their relationship, the one that she always wanted but could never buy. he takes slow breathes with her, her thumb rubbing his knuckle gently.

sol pulls away, much to joon hwi’s disappointment. he wanted her skin ship even more, just savouring her touch under his skin. sol notices his disappointment and only gives him a smile.

“they’re waiting for us. come, let’s go.” sol says softly, letting go of his hand after giving him a squeeze. he knows she hates being affectionate in public, even in front of their close friends. he gives her a quick peck on the top of her head before following behind her, walking to the lobby where they were.

“yah, hyung!” bokgi waved with enthusiasm, gathering the attention of the group. joonhwi maintains his composure and lets out a deep breath.

“nervous, hyung?” yebeom asks, his fingers fiddling.

“tch, it’s me. i’ll be fine.” joon hwi replies. it’s a half truth, now that sol is by his side.

“that’s why sol-noona had to find you, right?” bokgi teases, earning a nudge from yeseul. bokgi looks in mocked offence, but he recovers. everyone eyes at sol with prying eyes, the look of teasing on their faces. she takes this moment to shut her eyes, bring her hands up to face and shakes her head while sighing. these kids have literally nothing better to do than to just tease her and joon hwi.

“it’s time. you should go.” jiho says as he nods towards the lecture hall. the ceremony doesn’t start till half an hour later, but being valedictorian, he had preparations to do. they send joon hwi their last words of encouragement, but joon hwi was not going to leave unless he embarrassed his girlfriend a little longer.

his hand reaches up to sol’s hair, sweeping the curls behind her and cutely arranging her fringe the way she likes it. sol blushes as the group ‘ooh’ and ‘ahh’ in front of them. joon hwi knows she hates being so affectionate in front of her friends, but it’s always fun to tease. sol’s bright red and her face forms the smallest pout. joon hwi knows he’s achieved his mission.

“i’ll see you later.” he says with a wink and walks away, hearing the tease from yebeom and sol squeaking back.

when he’s on stage later, giving his speech, the words fall out of his mouth effortlessly. but the only thing that changes is that his eyes are fixed on the warm brown eyes of sol. as he addresses his late uncle at the end, he pauses and takes a deep breath. sol looks at him and gives him an encouraging nod. he ends his speech, eyes never once leaving her gaze, as the student body claps for him and he takes a bow.

one by one, the students are told to line up and take their certificates on stage from dean oh. she gives the seven graduates a knowing smile when they step on stage, knowing how much they’ve been through, after being swept up by their problems in their first and second years. even after all that, they managed to graduate with excellent results.

when they gather to take their photos (taken by seungjae, who decided to attend their graduation. it was the least he could do to show his support.), joon hwi swears he sees his uncle standing at the rock by the entrance of the school. he swears he sees the knowing silhouette of the tall man, grey hair and his metal spectacles. but what warms him the most is the smile of seo byung ju’s face and the slight nod.

yes, my boy. i’m so proud of you.

with that, joon hwi lets himself smile as seungjae snaps the camera.

(he doesn’t notice his blurred vision from his tears, but rather blames it on the sun hurting his eyes.)

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the group takes individual shots of themselves, even jiho and sol b are smiling when their photos are taken. sol doesn’t lose a chance to tease her roomie about her cute smile, one she only reserved for limited situations.

joon hwi watches as his friends spread out across the field to meet their family, sharing the good news of graduation and their new starting jobs. the smiles on the parent’s faces warms his heart deeply, somehow, even though he’s standing alone.

jiho was going to be a prosecutor with joon hwi in their new office. jiho could care less about joon hwi, but he can’t help but admit that it comforted him knowing a familiar face to be in his office in about two weeks. after all, they did share a room for three years.

sol b, against her mother’s wishes, has decided to take a gap year. her mother initially planned for her to continue her training, securing her route to being a judge. but sol b has had enough of her mother’s toxicity. as they went through therapy as a family, sol b had expressed as best as she could her need to discover what she wants for herself, not what her mother wants for her. what she will be doing in her gap year is still undecided, but she has chosen to move out for the time being.

yeseul was going to be in a firm that mostly did cases of women rights. while she initially was hesitant, bokgi encouraged her to take this opportunity, using her experience and her trial as a voice to the other victims. from time to time, she promised professor kim that she would come back to help at the legal clinic.

bokgi, on the other hand, had finally achieved his dream of being a human rights lawyer. while he was upset that he couldn’t work near yeseul, his spirits were immediately lifted when he heard that yebeom was going to be working just at the building across from him, another big law firm. (it was settled that as much as they went through, the bok-beom duo was never to be separated.)

sol, on the other hand, accepted her first job at attorney park’s firm, ironically. just when she had her first internship, she remembers screaming that she would never work with crooked lawyers like him. sol chose to work with him, as a return of the many favours she owes professor yang, starting with the one from high school. it was the most she could do for her role model.

joon hwi observes as he notices the proud faces of mothers, fathers, brothers and sisters, and spots the few sightings of grandparents. somehow, he can’t help but feel a little lonely. his parents, the two individuals he had a short-lived relationship with had long passed. his uncle, the closest thing he had to a father had too passed. he can’t even guess where his aunts or other distant relatives are. his distant relatives probably don’t remember him, and neither does joon hwi.

a small body crashing into him breaks his flow of thoughts, as he looks down to see who it is. byeol wraps her arms around joon hwi’s waist happily and joon hwi breaks into laughter, realising who it is and lifting her before spinning her. she’s giggling in a mess as joon hwi spots sol’s mother and her walking to them.

“ah, hello, mrs kang.” joon hoi greets with formality. sol’s mother playfully smacks his arm with a smile, clearly embarrassed from such formality.

“ah! how many times have i said to not call me that, joon hwi-ah! at this point, you should just call me halmeoni!” she says, earning a big laugh from joon hwi and sol’s face burning with embarrassment.

“umma! don’t say things like this!” sol squeaks back. joon hwi only smiles and insists to call her ‘mrs kang’. byeol is getting introduced to their friends as bokgi and yebeom play a game of tag with her. sol’s mother stands by sol, her hand on her back and her other rubbing joon hwi’s back.

“joon hwi-ah, i hope you know how proud i am of you. sol has told me your own fair share of troubles. i know... you don’t have much of a mother figure in your life, but as your girlfriend’s mother, i hope you know i treat you like my own.” sol’s mother comments to him, holding both his hands in her warm ones. “more than just tutoring my daughter and helping her, you got through your troubles on your own.” joon hwi can only smile as he suppresses the emotions.

“your parents must be so glad to have such a righteous son.”

joon hwi, for a moment, is reminded of his limited memories with his parents. he doesn't remember much, being so young when they died. but how his mother would teach him the importance of kindness and compassion. his father would teach him to be strong, to stand up for the bullies that picked on the poorer kids in his preschool.

hearing his girlfriend’s mother tell him that, he couldn’t help but just pull her into a warm hug. sol joins in from behind, enveloping them with a warm that joon hwi was unable to explain. burying his face into the older woman’s hair, he lets himself be a child, as she rubs his back and holds him lovingly.

for the first time in his life, he finally experiences the warmth of a mother’s hug.

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as the field starts clearing out, the seven graduates and seungjae are left behind. their families have gone home, leaving them on the field, laid down in a circle, heads together. there was just silence, as they breathed in the air of hankuk university once more.

once more, as students.

once more, as graduates.

once more, before they step into their next phase.

“i’ll really miss you guys.” sol says quietly. yeseul, lying next to her, nods, although no one can see.

“we’ll meet up. especially you, seungjae-hyung! don’t be shy to ask for babysitters!” bokgi announces, earning a smile from seungjae. they slowly got up from the grass, dusting off the dirt and making their way back once more to the university lobby.

this was the place where these eight students met, all with different objectives and from all walks of life. yet, as different as they are, they got along and went through hell together, for each other. the short lived three years were filled with so many troubles, yet they pulled through together.

truly, they were more than friends. they were family.

seungjae took his leave first, being the family man he was. yebeom had to rush to a family event, and yeseul was going to catch a meal with bokgi. (yeseul promised bokgi to give him a chance once they graduated, and so she kept her promise.) jiho and solb were silently headed off in the same direction with their only conversation being “i’ll drop you off” by jiho and solb nodding. (joon hwi and sol only eye them, making mental notes to tease their ex-roommates.)

“are you going home?” joon hwi asks as sol grabs her bag. after graduating, sol made the decision to move home for the time being, to pay off her loans and support her family and ease her mother of some financial burden. joon hwi has opted many times to help, even wanting to pay off her loans. he had no loans, and after he sold his uncle’s mansion, he had a huge sum of money along with the inheritance. but sol couldn’t do it, she needed to work for this herself.

“yeah. i promised byeol i’ll help her with her work and catch a movie with her too. it’s been long since i could just spend time with her.” sol says. the lobby was now empty, with a few students walking in and out. sol looks at the lady justice statue, almost reminded of the many times she stared at it to remind herself of why she chose law. why she chose this profession.

together, they walk out, holding hands for the first time openly in their school. they were no longer students, and there was no point hiding from others anymore. she was just kang sol; he was just han joon hwi. no more ‘second round judicial pass’, no more ‘uncle killing nephew’, no more ‘klutz’, no more ‘twin failure’. just them.

joon hwi takes the bus to sol’s home, still in the ground floor apartment by an alley. sol’s mother invites him in, but he quickly declines, saying he needs to run some errands back at his own apartment. well, it wasn’t a lie. he just shifted in and he certainly had to clean and unpack.

when the apartment is packed with law books stacked neatly in his bookcase, the floor dusted and mopped, furniture clean and the fridge stocked with fresh groceries, he picks his phone to find seungjae sending the group their photos. there’s numerous comments on how yebeom is already missing us, and even jiho gives a ‘tch’ as a reply in the chat. he notices an unread text from his professor and opens the chat box.

you’re on my speed dial for cases. don’t ignore me.

joon hwi scoffs. he sets his phone aside as he flops back on his bed, for the first time processing all that has happened.

he can’t wait for the future.

(on his wall, he hangs a childhood photo of him and his uncle. on the frame, it has a tag with his daily reminder to judge fairly, and to make sure no one suffers unjustly.)

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the next few years for joonhwi are an adventure. his experience in the prosecution office is busy and stressful, but with jiho working just next door, he finds comfort in having him by his side. he battles many cases, slowly but surely, making a name for himself. instead of being known as the man that solved his uncle’s murder, he was now known as the prosecutor that never loses.

the study group kept in touch, meeting every two weeks for dinner at a barbecue place. somedays, they drank. on others, they just chatted and kept the plates of pork coming. seungjae did his best to join, but with his toddler kid, things were difficult.

seungjae took a year after his hearing to be with his wife, and take care of her during her pregnancy. he then decided to work as a forensic examiner. if he couldn't practice law and help people with it, the least he could was to uphold it and enforce it. his job was new and interesting, but he humbled himself to push through his training. he meets the group when they are dealing with criminal cases and helps them out as best he can.

the study group also took turns meeting his kid, and would always love babysitting. sol, as expected, was the best with chaotic duo bokgi and yebeom. instead of dinners some nights, they met at his house to catch up with him and spoil his kid. (seungjae couldn’t stop it. when the kid was born, he immediately gained 7 new aunts and uncles, ready to spoil and pamper him.)

his relationship with sol grew as well. working such long working days was tough, but they tried their best. sol would sometimes deliver homemade stews to his apartment and joon hwi would deliver jjajamyeon with her extra pickles on some nights. they met on the weekends, where they would just go to the park and take strolls or hole up in joon hwi’s apartment to work on their cases together.

sol was doing exceptionally well as a new attorney, almost successfully appealing to all her clients. her clients love her, not only for winning, but for always being so caring to them. many say she still keeps in contact with some clients, even after the case has been closed. while she thinks it is no big deal, sol’s career was climbing up. her loans were fully paid, and she has begun looking into apartments for her family and her to shift out of. that alley brought too much danger, especially with byeol growing into a teenager and her mother’s joints weakening.

sol b took that gap year to work at an administrative office at a law firm, before deciding to continue her law career to gain experience before moving forward to be a judge. throughout the gap year, she split her time on herself and therapy, as well as on her study group. she found herself wanting to be a judge, not for her mother, but for herself.

jiho and sol b also started dating each other shortly after they graduated, when joon hwi spotted sol b and jiho holding hands when he was leaving his office. they only told the group a few months later. but of course, everyone knew by then. ever since then, they caught sol b and jiho smiling a bit more, even if their smiles were just the slight curl at the corner of the lips.

yebeom was doing well in his law firm, handling mostly small cases, but he was content since he had a fun time handling the many cases and making visits to meet clients instead of being stuck in the office. bokgi was a human rights lawyer, with most of his cases about the discrimination of citizens in any aspect. he fought for the rights of those of different sexual orientations, races and religions and was extremely happy being able to do that.

yeseul was defending women of all walks of life, from their unequal treatment to domestic abuse. she was passionate and has made headlines a few times over the years when she chose to speak out about her story. she was well known in this area, being the first few lawyers to be a victim of domestic abuse and defending them. she also kept in contact with professor kim and made regular visits at the legal clinic.

bokgi and her only started dating a year after the graduated. bokgi respected the reasons and her space and yeseul found herself falling in love with him. after all, he stood by her all this while for the whole three years and have seen her at her worst. more than that, he treated her with respect and loved her equally, even after all that.

one day, as joon hwi and sol spent their day on the sofa at joon hwi’s apartment, joon hwi was nervous to ask this question. sol was busy looking at different apartment listings.

“sol, can i ask you something?” joon hwi asks, grabbing her hand. sol nodded, eyes still focussed on her screen.

“would you... would you want to move in with me?” sol’s hand stops scrolling as the words sink in and she slowly faces her boyfriend.

“i... i don’t know. i mean, byeol and umma will be left alone, right?” sol says, her voice quiet and soft.

“we can live near them. i think the lease of the apartment is ending soon, anyways.” joon squeezes her hand.

“but... i don’t know if i have enough money to get an apartment for them and us. joon, i really want to, i really do. but...” sol’s eyes are uncertain, and joon hwi sees her eyes guilty, almost like she feels bad for saying that.

“we can get the apartment in instalments. you can buy one for your mom and byeol first and we will slowly pay for ours.” he says. placing a finger under her chin, he raises it so her eyes meet hers. “sol, they are going to be alright on their own.”

sol nods her head and reaches up to pull her boyfriend’s face to hers, letting their lips connect. his lips are soft against hers, as she taste the slight coffee taste from his mug. it’s almost frenzy, from what started as a simple kiss lead to a fight for dominance. without knowing, sol is straddling joon hwi, as his hands pull back her long hair.

when they pull away, he feels her hot breath on his face, and her face burning red, embarrassed at how she acted.

“should we get back to looking at apartments?” joon hwi asks, a small smile on his face, ultimately an act of tease to her. she quickly nods and climbs off of him as they look at apartments together. joon hwi gives her a knowing smirk, before sol swats his arm and they resume scrolling.

and it was true, when professor yang had him on speed dial.

he was just about to leave for a coffee and bother jiho for a bit at his office one day, when a call came in from professor yang.

“han joon hwi.”

“professor.”

“you’re needed, now. meet me at hankuk university in thirty minutes.” and the call disengages. it was a habit of his professor’s, to give blunt replies and just cut off without saying goodbye. he slips on his blazer and grabs his briefcase before picking up the call from sol instinctively. so much for listening to orders, even though he wasn’t a student anymore.

“called you too?” he asks once he picks up, scribbling on a post it note, noting his early leave from the office.

“what else? gosh, i really hate it when he hangs up like that.” sol replies, a twinge of annoyance in her voice.

“i’ll pick you.” joon hwi says, as he leaves his office, then knocks on jiho’s door. jiho’s head pops up from his laptop, before nodding in acknowledgement.

“no, don’t bother. i’ve already caught the train.” sol replies and joon hwi hears the familiar beeping of train doors. sol knows she’s got to hang up soon, if she doesn’t want to irritate other commenters on the train.

“love you.” he says back. sol’s face is blushing red, but she’s lucky everyone on the train was busy on their phone.

“i love you too.” she whispers before hanging up and storing her phone away in her handbag.

when they meet at the doors of hankuk university each time they are called in for a case, they can’t help but to think of how far they’ve come. sol, the girl with bad grades and on a scholarship. joon hwi, the top student with a hidden secret. yet in a matter of years, they blossomed together with their friends on their routes.

professor yang is by the lady justice statue, and when he looks up to see his students stroll in with authority and confidence, he gives a knowing smile.

shall we start?

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molotovmetro · 3 years

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Oh my GODDD dude the noise I made when I saw the resident evil master list show up on my TL. If you would be so willing could I get literally anything for my man Carlos, he has my whole heart and soul. Go ham

AAAAA GLADLY

Since apparently that's the theme for today I'm going with some general dating hcs, o hope that's okay!!

Carlos dating hcs

Carlos is a goofball. He can be serious when needed, but his first reaction will always be to joke around and try to make you laugh. There's no sound in the world he likes more than you laughing so hard it hurts. He loves seeing you happy, and it makes him feel proud he caused that

He can also be incredibly sappy. Bad pick up lines, cliche dates... the whole package. Usually it turns out amazingly. Any time with Carlos is guaranteed to be a fun time

Despite all of that, he has his fair share of demons. He uses humour as a coping mechanism to forget the bad memories. He can't trick his brain, though. Some nights, more than he'd like, he wakes up in a cold sweat. When he's alone, chances are small he'll get any more sleep that night. But with you there, he can wrap his arms around you and remind himself that he's okay. That he's with you, that he's safe.

While he works for umbrella, he feels guilty for being gone so often. So he always brings you the stupidest trinket he can find wherever he goes. After he stops working there, it becomes a competition of who can buy the ugliest and most useless gift

He is a great shoulder to cry on. Even if you don't want him to lighten the mood, he's a great listener and offers pretty decent advice. More of a problem solver, but he's great at comforting you as well

He's really flexible in his daily life as well. If you're neurodivergent or just have some odd quirks and habits, he never judges. He thinks it's what makes you you. He never minds changing up his plans or schedule for your comfort as long as work allows it. If you like to stick to a certain routine, he effortlessly finds his place in there

His pretty laidback and lighthearted attitude means he gets along with all kinds of people. Your friends love him. If you introduce him to your parents, even they will be impressed by the sweet young man you brought over. Of course he was on his best behaviour. He laid off of the teasing and innuendos for the night

If you have any hobbies, he's always willing to try them out with you. Even if it's not his thing, he finds a way to have fun. You paint? He made an... abstract portrait of you. Of course, he has a perfectly logical reasoning as to why it looks like that. Yes of course that was intended. How dare you question his ways. You write? He'll write you a sappy poem and dramatically recite it to you.

Carlos truly is a joy to be around. Every day is a tiny adventure with him

#carlos oliveira x reader #resident evil x reader #why does it feel like i started to appreciate carlos 10000x more while writing this #fuck im simping #not yet edited

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smoochkooks · 3 years

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—chapter two: of peonies and broken promises

this is a part of my an ode to a broken heart drabble series.

pairing: jeon jungkook/reader

genre: unrequited love, best friends to (?), heavy angst, future smut

word count: 1.4k words

summary: you are twenty-four, hopelessly in love with your best friend and the smell of peonies still makes you nauseous, just like it did eleven years ago.

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Jungkook's apartment is an epitome of him.

Wherever you look, you spot a piece of him. A single, wooden shelf in the living room where he placed all his analog cameras, because he loves photography. The replica of Van Gogh's Starry night hanging just above the navy blue couch, because he loves art. White walls of his bedroom decorated with movie posters; among them the newest addition to the collection: French Parasite poster you remember him buying recently. He traded stupid amount of money for it and you'd scold him for doing so if you didn’t know how much he enjoys cinematography.

Staring at this back as he makes coffee, you almost forget why you came her in first place. It's trivial: the latest software update on your laptop made it work more sluggish for some unknown to you reason. Jungkook has always been good with technology (hence his degree in digital art), helping you fix things on your laptop whenever the issue isn’t too complicated for him to deal with it on his own.

You feel a little embarrassed, asking him for help again (as if he wasn’t installing a new antivirus software for you a few weeks ago) but Jungkook beat you to it, assuring you it was absolutely fine before you could recite a round of apologies upon entering his apartment.

It’s just the way he is – the kindest, most selfless person you have ever met. Helping others seems to be etched into his brain for good.

“Here you go,” he says, placing a cup coffee in front of you. “I still haven’t quite figured out how the coffee machine works so I hope it doesn’t taste like shit.”

You smile, wrapping your fingers around the cup. Jungkook is a tea person, something he most definitely took after his mother, who has a separate cabinet in the kitchen filled with various kinds of tea. That’s why it’s so funny to you that somehow he insisted on buying a ridiculously expensive coffee machine a few months ago when he moved into his new apartment.

You wish you could focus on the delicate scent of his blueberry tea. You wish you could let yourself be overwhelmed by the aroma of your freshly made coffee. Anything.

Instead, all you can process is the intense, nauseous smell of the peonies standing right before you.

They’re definitely new, wrapped up prettily and ready to be gifted to someone special. Jungkook notices your lingering gaze, and clears his throat.

“Soojin's coming later today. They’re her favourite.”

He didn’t need to give any explanation to you. It’s his life, his girlfriend, his plans, her favourite flowers, her perfect boyfriend. You’re just you. Yet for some unknown to you reason, he felt and urge to mention it anyway.

“I didn’t peg you for the gentleman type.” you say to break the awkward silence. It’s anything but true, so Jungkook snorts in response.

“Aish, I always give you a single red rose for your birthday, Valentine’s Day and Women's day as well! And we know each other for eighteen years!” he reasons, somewhat defensive.

You force yourself to grin. “I know, I know. I was just fucking with you,” He huffs and takes a sip of his tea. As soon as he does that, he regrets it, muttering “Shit, it’s hot.” under his breath. “Soojin's lucky to have you.” you add.

Despite coming off as a confident person on daily basis, Jungkook gets insecure too.

You remember vividly the look in his eyes when he told you he didn’t deserve her. It was right at the beginning of their relationship, they were still getting to know each other and Jungkook couldn’t possibly understand why out of all the boys Soojin could date, she had chosen him. A digital art major who liked talking about cinematography and ate ramen at 2am in the morning when he couldn’t sleep.

Back then, you wished he could see himself with your eyes. For you, he was far more attractive than any guy you saw on campus. For you, he was talented, hardworking, passionate. No doubt Soojin fell for him.

But Jungkook was twenty-one back then. He lacked self-assurance he has now. It irritated you that he viewed Soojin as some sort of goddess who took pity on him. Although a lot has changed since, he still could quite literally kiss the ground she walks on.

You watch as a small tingle of blush covers the apples of his cheeks. Pink, just like the peonies standing before you. Pink, just like the flowers you hate so much.

11 years ago

June was beautiful that year. You spent most of your time after school in Jungkook's garden, seated by the wooden table and doing your homework.

His mother besides tea, loved planting flowers. And June was the month of peonies. There was so many of them, invading your senses with their sweet yet nauseous smell.

Jungkook was scribbling something in his notebook. You doubted it was anything Math-related, judging by the quick and harsh strokes of his pen. ‘’Do you know Sana?” he asked out of the blue, startling you.

“That new girl from Japan? What about her?”

“Jimin says she has a crush on me.” he answered, his eyes still glued to the paper. You noticed he was sketching some anime character's angry face.

Your eyes involuntarily widened. “How does Jimin know that?”

“Dunno. He told me he heard some girls talking about it in cafeteria the other day.” Finally, he dropped his pen and looked up. His brows were furrowed and he had a sour look on his face. “I don’t want her to have a crush on me.”

At that, your heart started beating faster. You were just fourteen and yet already so stupidly in love with your best friend. “Why?” you asked before you could stop yourself.

You knew girls were checking out Jungkook here and there. He was a top athlete, had good grades and had grown at least ten centimeters taller over the year. He also had let his mother (and you) convince him to cut his hair shorter lately, getting rid of the emo fringe he was sporting for the past six months. Of course some pretty girl like Sana would have a crush on him.

Somehow, Jungkook had always been oblivious to that, or at least you thought so. This was the first time he decided to talk to you about it.

He sighed, looking away from you as if he was embarrassed all of a sudden. You could swear you saw his cheeks flush. “Because I don’t even like her. You’re the only girl I can stand being with.”

Now it was your turn to blush. As best as you could, you tried to ignore the funny, giddy feeling in your chest. “You know you'll have to marry some girl one day, right?”

“Then I’ll ask you to marry me,” Jungkook said and for the first time since he had started this conversation, he actually looked you in the eye. When he saw your shocked expression, he mumbled, “Maybe in like… ten years or something. Once we are out of college.”

You snorted, nudging his side. Despite the butterflies fluttering in your stomach, you regained your composure. “Do you think I will put up with your for that long?”

“We know each other since we were six and you haven’t run away yet. Besides, I’m the only boy you aren’t scared to talk to.”

“Hey! That’s–Maybe it’ll change in the future! Maybe–”

Jungkook ignored you and instead thrusted his pinky finger in your direction. You stopped speaking right away. Pinky promises held little significance yet for some reason, you felt like it was a serious situation. And if the determined look on your best friend's face was anything to go by, he thought the same.

“If we don’t find anyone worth giving our heart to by the time we are twenty-five, let’s get married. Promise?”

You were astonished, to say the least, staring at this hand with wide eyes. You were only fourteen back then and to hear something like that from the boy you loved was like a teenage dream come true. You replied with blind devotion. Because there was only one, good answer to such question.

“Promise.”

You are twenty-four now, hopelessly in love with your best friend and the smell of peonies still makes you nauseous.

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sylvanfreckles · 3 years

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Just Dudes Being Bros

I’m not even sorry for this. Not even a little.

I started this around the same time I wrote “Taking It Slow”, but left it half-finished and abandoned in my hard drive until now. After the crazy day I had, though, I just had to do something.

Summary: All in all, Sam was really glad that Dean had a best friend like Castiel. They were happy, he was happy...as long as everyone was happy, what was there to worry about? (Five times Sam appreciate Dean and Cas’s friendship...and one time he finally got the hint.)

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(1)

They didn't often go shopping together, partly because Dean usually had meticulous list of what he needed while Sam made more of a vague plan and they drove each other crazy. But Cas wanted to go shopping and Sam needed to pick up some things for himself...so Dean decided it was time for a family outing.

That was strange. Normally Dean would have just handed Cas his list and told him to stick to it, then disappeared deeper into the bunker to beat his frustrations out on a boxing dummy. Though Sam didn't know why Dean would be frustrated that Sam and Cas were going shopping together. He could have come along any time.

He was glad that the former angel had talked Dean around to this trip, though. It turned out to be fun to go together, even if Dean and Cas spent most of the time whispering to each other and holding hands while Sam pushed the cart.

Man, he hadn't held hands with a best friend in a long time. First grade maybe? It must be nice to be that close to someone, to have a best friend who would hold your hand out in public no matter how old you were. Dean was over forty, and Cas was literally thousands of years old (if not millions—but by best guess Jimmy Novak would have been forty-three, so they went with that usually), but their friendship was just so deep they didn't care who saw them holding hands.

Sam made eye contact with an older woman who was watching his brother and his brother's best friend walking down the aisle. She was smiling fondly, so he gave her a friendly nod. “Aren't best friends the best?” he asked.

He never really understood why she gave him such a funny look.

(2)

They'd obviously gone way, way off the list at the store, but for once Dean didn't seem to mind. Cas had talked him in to buying some exotic ingredients, listing out recipes he'd been wanting to try ever since he became human.

It was adorable. Sam remembered having a best friend he could share hobbies with. Granted, it had only been for a few weeks before Dad dragged them to another city, but it was a good few weeks. Dean always loved cooking so much, at least he had someone he could share that with now.

Sam settled down in a chair in the kitchen, not wanting to lose the warm, familial atmosphere from their shopping excursion. Dean was carefully tying an apron on Cas, smoothing it down over his chest and adjusting the neck strap behind his collar. It was probably Cas's first time wearing an apron like this, so it was so sweet of Dean to make sure his best friend was wearing it properly.

Then two of them bent their heads together over a battered cookbook they'd found at a second-hand bookstore. From what Sam could hear they were going to attempt to make breaded chicken cutlets, and as he watched Dean carefully talk Cas through each ingredient he started to appreciate the effort his brother put into cooking a little more.

They had to pound the chicken breasts flat, and apparently Cas was wielding the meat tenderizer wrong as Dean stepped up behind him and wrapped his arms around the former angel to guide his hands. From his perch at the table Sam could see how Dean had his hands around Cas's wrists and murmured instructions into his ears as they pounded the chicken together.

That was nice. Dean was stepping out of his comfort zone, leaving his personal space behind to teach his best friend how to prepare a chicken cutlet for breading. Sam was pretty sure Dean could have taught Cas without standing so close to him, but maybe there was a secret technique that required that much physical contact.

He rested his chin in his hand and sighed. If only he had a best friend like that.

(3)

Another thing Sam could appreciate about Dean and Cas's friendship was the way the former angel was opening his brother's mind to different kinds of music. Not that Sam had much of a grudge about the copious amounts of mullet rock Dean kept in his car, but it was nice to listen to some classic jazz or new age or something like that.

Cas had found a huge stash of vinyl records in one of the storage rooms and was slowly working through them while the three of them researched or worked around the bunker or just hung out together. Sam had heard Cas humming along and swaying with the music, and when he glanced at his brother he usually saw Dean watching Cas with a fond smile on his face.

Man. It must be great to watch your best friend discover the world like that. Hearing music with human ears for the first time, discovering the sounds he liked best...Sam started to wonder if he should find new music to introduce Cas to, so the former angel didn't feel like Sam cared about him less than Dean did.

They had been researching some Native legends about the mounds near Medicine Creek when Cas abruptly pushed himself to his feet, holding one hand out to Dean. Sam watched in amusement as his brother took the offered hand and was pulled into a dance. Arms twined around each other, swaying to the music, Cas softly singing in Dean's ear (though a little out of tune, but that was okay).

As Sam watched Cas lifted his hand and spun Dean around, then pulled him into a ballroom-style dip that had Dean crinkling up his eyes with laughter.

Man. Sam had danced with his best friend once before, when Dad had actually stayed around long enough for them to go to one of the school's dances. He'd been tutoring Chelsea in geometry and they went to the dance as part of their friend group, and she'd tugged him out on the floor to dance. He still remembered stepping on her feet.

Dean and Cas weren't stepping on each other's feet as they continued the dance. Maybe that was just because they were such good friends.

(4)

Sam couldn't believe it. Dean and Cas were having a movie night to watch Akeelah and the Bee. He was so used to the Dean Cave being filled with the sounds of gunshots and horses and explosions he almost didn't recognize it.

Cas invited him to join, though Dean looked a little disgruntled. Sam didn't understand why, it wasn't like he was going to take up too much space—not with Dean and Cas sharing the love seat like that. That left the big, comfy arm chair all for Sam, and he felt so bad he offered to swap with Cas so the oldest member of their family could have the most comfortable spot...but the look Dean shot him made him change his mind.

After all, the former angel was still relatively new to experiences like watching a movie together. He probably just wanted to sit with his best friend for something like this—maybe Dean was going to comfort him through any intense scenes.

Sam was so entranced by the story of a young girl from South Los Angeles trying to make it to the National Spelling Bee he didn’t really notice that Dean and Cas weren’t really paying attention. They seemed to be discussing something, judging by how close their faces are.

Dean's probably explaining spelling bees to Cas. Man. Sam had this best friend once, when he was in sixth grade, who tried to get him to participate in the school's spelling bee. Sam had refused, knowing his father would be pulling them out of the school all too quickly to head off to the next hunt.

He wished he had a best friend who encouraged his interests in academic competition, the way Akeelah had Dylan and Javier. Or the way Dean had Cas, as Sam had once seen the former angel reciting poetry to Dean, obviously trying to awaken the older Winchester's literary interests.

Funny. Sam hadn't recognized the poem. Maybe Cas had written it himself, and was trying to encourage Dean to try new outlets for creativity.

He didn't know why Cas would be reciting a love poem for Dean, anyway. That was a weird thing to do with your best friend.

(5)

The cooking lessons, so far, had been a success—so Sam was a little disappointed when he learned Dean and Cas wanted to go out and have dinner by themselves.

It made sense, he supposed. Sometimes you wanted to do something with your best friend without your brother. He remembered plenty of times he hadn't wanted Dean hanging around...okay, maybe a couple of times. Dean was ditching Sam more often than not, though that was usually to hang out with a girl. Not a best friend. But times changed, and they all got older, and the two of them had always had that whole “profound bond” thing going.

Man. He supposed the two of them had earned it. Sam remembered all the times Dean and Cas had let something get in the way of their friendship and how miserable his brother was during those times. It was almost weird, almost more like the time Sam had to leave his first girlfriend rather than all the times he'd gotten pulled away from his best friend.

But as Dean and Cas prepared to leave—Dean wearing a new, light-blue button-up that matched Cas's eyes and Cas wearing those dark jeans that always made Dean swallow and look away (Sam didn't understand why his brother was so bothered by the former angel wearing tight jeans)—Sam tried to wave them off with a smile.

It was just one night a week, he rationalized. A man had to have private time with his best friend once a week, right? And as long as Dean didn't drag Cas around to dive bars or teach him to hustle pool or try to dine-and-dash or anything like that, Sam couldn't see the harm in it.

He didn't understand why Dean glared at him when he tried to give Cas advice on hooking up at the bar.

(+1)

Sam wandered into the library, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He'd been up researching way too late and hadn't heard Dean and Cas get back from their weekly guys' night out. He hadn't heard them leave either, but they always went out on Wednesdays. He supposed it was some kind of best friends' trivia night somewhere.

To his surprise, they were actually in the library. He was about to open his mouth to greet them when he finally registered something strange about their behavior.

They were wearing pajamas, which wasn't strange in and of itself, but the pajamas were mismatched. Cas's shirt obviously went with Dean's pants, and Dean was just wearing an athletic undershirt that showed off his biceps and collarbone. But even that...that wasn't they weirdest thing.

Cas was sitting in Dean's lap. He was straddling it, actually, with his arms around Dean's neck.

They were kissing. And not the way best friends sometimes did, when you swore to your younger brother that it was just practice and didn't really count. Not the kind he gave you ten bucks to forget about before Dad came home. This was the real kind, the kind you saw from two people who maybe loved each other more than just as best friends.

Sam's jaw fell open as finally...finally...the pieces fell into place.

“Oh my god! You guys are gay!”

(There would later be a discussion that actually as a former interdimensional being Cas was Pan, and Dean was Bi, but at least Sam was finally on the right track. Man. He wished he had a best friend to fall in love with and live happily ever after.)

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March 19, 2020: Wings of Desire (1987) (Part Two)

Hey, look, we’re back in A-Little-Over-My-Head-Land!

Hi, Dreamfinder. You as confused as I am? No? Yes? Imagination? Got it.

Kidding aside, this is definitely a helluva film, and an artistic effort on par with Orpheus or some of the other films I’ve seen this month. It’s not quite as oblique as other some movies I’ve seen or will see, of course. Lookin’ at you, Experimental June. Or you, The Holy Mountain. Ocleotits.

Y’know, I forgot about this movie for a hot second. And then...then I remembered it.

I remembered all of it.

BUT THERE’S NO TIME FOR FILM PTSD; let’s get back to the movie! Part One is right here!

Recap (2/2)

Damiel and Cassiel talk on the first time they came to Earth, before humanity even existed. Cassiel reflects upon their first laugh, and positive moments in their time watching this curious land. Damiel remembers the first time that war saw humanity, however. But despite this, Damiel wants to “invent a life for himself”, and is tires of standing outside of the world.

We wants to do something as simple as hold an apple, a real apple in his hand. He wants to leave his outside perspective for an internal one. Which is interesting, and I can’t wait to see what comes of this discussion.

Meanwhile, on set, Falk continues to draw people around him on the set. Homer’s still in his field, waxing poetically once again. And finally, we see a man on a building, noting that he’s “finally doing it this time”. Uh oh. Cassiel is there as well, and the man sits on the edge of the building, as he reflects on his life. And...

Whoof. Goddamn, that’s seriously a heavy moment. And Cassiel agrees, as this act greatly pains him, as seen when he walks away bereaved. Let’s transition from that dark scene to a more colorful one...literally, as Falk is watching an interview, and the scene is in full color. But that quickly ends as...oh, Cassiel’s reflecting on the previous experience, and...

Well, he’s gonna be fine. But that transitions into a frenetic sequence of shots, as Cassiel observes more unhappiness throughout the human experience. Goddamn, this is NOT a movie to watch if you’re depressed, I’ll tell you WHAT.

With that, we go to Damiel, who is watching Marion on the night of the circus’ last performance. She waxes poetic in a mirror before the last show, then goes out to perform as planned. And again, Damiel is continually fixed upon her presence. The performance goes well, and the circus troupe celebrates with song and booze afterwards, which Damiel observes. He also observes Marion getting on with a fellow troupe member, and seems jealous of this, especially as her inner monologue notes that she “has a story”. Of life, of course.

Back at the library, the angelic host seen earlier gathers in full, Cassiel included. But Damiel isn’t there, as he’s followed Marion to an underground club performance by Crime and the City Solution, to which she dances alone as Damiel looks on. But he attempts to dance with her, reaching his hand out and grabbing her hand, even though she cannot feel it. And Cassiel looks on, having left the library to look for Damiel.

That night, she has a dream, in which an angel appears, and she recites the recurring poem that serves as a theme of this film. Damiel is also there, inher room as she sleeps, hearing her thoughts once again. Cassiel leaves in a bus, not sure what to do.

The next morning, Peter Falk walks past a train station, and is also discovered by a group of youths. He walks to a food stand, where he is met by Damiel...and Peter Falk talks to him. He can’t see him, but he talks to him, and wishes that he could tell him directly how good it is...to be mortal. Oh. OH!!!

PETER FALK WAS AN ANGEL??? HOLY SHIT!!! He must have been in the same position that Damiel is now, and he chose to become mortal! Hot damn! And that knowledge in and of itself inspires Damiel to “take the plunge”, and experience life on the mortal realm. He tells this to Cassiel, and once their conversation is over, he enters the color mortal world. Damn. DAMN! THAT’S COOL AS SHIT!

Damiel agrees, and now that he’s human, he experiences a world of color for the first time. He bleeds, and tastes his own blood. He drinks coffee and smokes a cigarette, he sells his angel’s armor and buys new clothes, he gives a kid directions, he runs, he whistles, and he just enjoys his brand new life.

He also sees Peter Falk, and he introduces himself to him. They speak to each other, and Falk confirms that he was an angel once upon a time, having come down thirty years ago in New York. There are a lot of them, apparently, which...damn, that’s interesting. Falk asks what’s next for him, and Damiel says that he’s off to find a girl.

Said girl is currently saying goodbye to the circus, as it disbands and takes off. And she has nowhere to go. So, she sits in the empty lot, and we go back into black-and-white as Cassiel comes down to watch her. Damiel also comes by, but too late, as the circus has taken off already. As he grieves the lost opportunity, he is found by Cassiel, and speaks to him through his thoughts.

Peter Falk, meanwhile, meets Marion first, at a food stand on the street. Marion, recognizing him as Columbo, somewhat jokingly asks for his help finding someone to love. Cassiel watches, and once Marion leaves...Falk makes the EXACT. SAME. SPEECH to Cassiel, the same one he made to Damiel. And it’s the exact same speech...which makes me wonder what Falk’s true motives actually are. But Cassiel doesn’t appear to take the bait.

Meanwhile, Damiel happens upon a show by a real-life man named Nick Cave, with his real-life band “Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds”. Dude performs his own emo poetry to a music backing, and that music backing sounds like circus music. Which I guess is actually fitting, given that Marion is there as well. So is Cassiel, and we hear the thoughts of Nick Cave as he walks onto stage, ready to perform one final song.

Fun fact about Nick Cave, by the way: dude’s an Australian singer with his band (which is STILL ACTIVE TODAY), and was a MASSIVE HIT in West Berlin at the time, and Wenders knew that a film in Berlin ABSOLUTELY HAD to include one of his performances. Is that not pretty neat?

Cassiel is listening to this, and turns away from the music, as if trying to shove away this experience, as well as Damiel and his pursuit of Marion.

Speaking of those two, Marion walks to the bar of the concert venue, where she meets Damiel. And the two instantly bond, as if recognizing a connection. Marion waxes on her past emotional connections, including that of her lost family. She wants and needs a true love, one that can fill the empty void within her. And as much as I want to tell her to love herself first, that’s not the point of this. This is simply her acknowledging what she wants in her life, and in relationships.

And this is a LOT of dialogue, dense and strong in symbolism and meaning. The conversation ends with an acknowledgement that Damiel is the man that she saw in her dreams, and that he is the only one that she could open up to like this. And the two kiss passionately, which leads to their prolonged love affair. This leads to sex, which leads to a relationship, which also leads to Damiel’s final monologue: he has been amazed by her, and she has shown him new things that he never would have experienced as an angel. This is exemplified in a letter, which was begun in the beginning of the film.

Cassiel looks on, and the voice of Homer speaks over it, saying that the next generation will need him to tell stories in the future. And then...a “To be continued” screen. Huh! And this movie did get a sequel, which is interesting! But, uh...nah. NAH. 365 needs a BREAK from all of this.

But yeah, that’s Wings of Desire! And dear Lord, that was...that was something alright. Something extraordinarily good, but also...definitely something. I’ll get into that more...IN THE REVIEW! See you there!

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the-cashewpeia · 4 years

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In Search for Inspiration (Tsuzuru Minagi x Reader)

Additional Character(s): Izumi; mentioning Masumi, Misumi, and Homare

Genre: Fluff

Words count: 2404

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"I don't know what to do anymore. My head hurts and the deadline is nearing."

You gave your boyfriend the eye at his slumped form on the low table in his shared room with Masumi. Currently he was trying to work on a new script for Autumn Troupe's upcoming play, but nothing came up to his mind. You, on the other hand, showed yourself up before the young playwright after receiving no reply from him. The only information you got was that he cooped himself up for days to write a script, which would lead to sleepless nights. And you were there to assure that he took care of himself and finished his work at the same time.

"What should I do?" Finally lifted his head up, his tired eyes met yours. You took the seat beside him and enveloped his form in your arms.

"Take a rest." Your words were short and he could hear the command in them, but just like the usual, he would shake his head in refusal.

"Tsuzuru...."

He shook his head once again, "I know why you said that. But... I won't make it to the deadline with finished script if I--"

"Tsuzuru." You cut his statement, "And I know why you stubbornly trying to find an idea." The emphasis on a certain word made the brunet snorted, but he knew you did not mean to offend him.

"But you need to rest at the moment. If you keep your brain to work too hard, you'll just hurt yourself and no one wants that." You paused just to cup his cheeks and hoping that he would be aware that you were worried about him, "Whether it's me or everyone else in Mankai. Because you are precious to me, to them."

He did not say anything, but you could swear that his cheeks painted in faint crimson. To affirm your guess, he slipped from your hands to nuzzle your stomach and his arms wrapped around your torso to prevent you from looking at him. His legs now were sprawled all over the floor, while you tried to hold yourself from falling backwards.

"Hey!" You giggled, feeling ticklish when you felt him mumbling something on your belly.

"Why are you saying embarrassing things?" Despite his words, you knew well enough what he actually meant. That was why you could not hold your laugh even longer, and he pouted as a result.

"And why are you laughing at me?" Tsuzuru faked an annoyed expression.

For a while, you forgot that your boyfriend could be clingy and cuter than usual when he was tired and missing your presence. You petted his brown lock, made him drifted off to sleep.

"Hey." You poked his cheek, "let's just go to sleep first, okay?"

The brunet hummed in approval, "as long as you keep me company."

You let out a chuckle, "deal. But... after that, you must go somewhere with me, okay?"

It was hard to make him move to his bed, but it was worth it when you could see his peaceful face and heard the soft snore that slipped past his lips.

"Have a nice dream, Tsuzuru." You smile, as you pressed a kiss on his nose and embrace him with your warmth.

You woke up to the blazing glare of the sun. A groan left your lips and you tried to cover your face with a blanket, when you realized something.

Where was Tsuzuru?

Just then, the door to his room opened with a loud clack, revealing your brunet boyfriend with a tray in his hands. On the platter was a plate of his signature fried rice with the right portion for two people. He was about to wake you up when he caught a glimpse of your sleepy figure on his bed.

He let out a chuckle, as he placed the tray on the table, and helped you to go down like a gentleman.

"How is your sleep, My Lady?"

It was your turn to giggle, "great! It would be better if a certain someone didn't leave the bed before me."

"Well, that certain someone wanted to thank you, though." A smile plastered on Tsuzuru's face and it was enough to bloom another beam on yours.

"If you feel better, it was enough 'thank you' for me."

He grinned as he ruffled your hair, a gesture you knew by heart that signaling if he was overjoyed with something.

"Well, let's just dig it in, okay? I don't want my special fried rice to end up in another stomach."

"Hey, wait, wait!" He almost tripped on his own foot when you pulled him with you, saying that he needed to fulfil his promise, "do we need to be in a rush?"

"Well, no actually. But I remember that you want to finish the script soon."

Tsuzuru scrunched his eyebrows, somehow confused with your puzzling words, "and... what does it have to do with accompanying you?"

"It will help you to find inspiration... I guess?" You were not too sure, but you thought that a change of an atmosphere would help him even for a little bit.

He seemed delighted as his eyes gleamed in amusement. The idea of spending a day with you had already put him in a good mood, even though he insisted that he should finish his work first before enjoying his past time, and searching for ideas together made it sound better. He knew you would come up with interesting ideas, which helped him so much during his script writing time for the previous plays.

"Oh?" A shocked voice made you both stopped in your tracks, "are you going on a date?"

It was Izumi, the director of Mankai where Tsuzuru played a part as actor and playwright. She beamed, seeming pleased to see you dragged your boyfriend out of his room.

"Ah, no. We're--"

You cut his words, "Yep, kinda! But actually I want to help Tsuzuru to find inspiration."

"Oh, that's good! It's okay to have fun, though. He was cooped up in his room for days and didn't touch his meal at all. Good thing you came!"

Tsuzuru averted his gaze when you glared at him. You know that he would neglect his own body when carrying out his role as a scriptwriter and only God knew how much you had scolded him because of that.

"Okay, I believe it's time for you two lovebirds to go out for your date." She literally pushed you two to the front door, almost making you bump into Misumi who was about to come in while bouncing all of his way, "have a nice day!" She waved her hands, while whispering to Tsuzuru to walk you home afterwards.

"Well, I guess I got an okay from Izumi-san?" You grinned.

He hummed in agreement, as he silently linked his hand with yours. A giggle left your lips when he softly pulled you close and your shoulder brushed his arm.

"Hm, where do we go first?" The brunet asked. He only went with your plan as he had not had any thought of where you should visit.

You thought for a moment, "how about the shopping center? It has many options and I bet you want to check the latest collection in the bookstore."

His eyes lit up at the mention of the bookstore. You could hear a quick 'let's go' before he took his turn to pull you along to the bus stop.

Before you realized it, you already arrived at the shopping center you frequently visited when you had the chance. Both you and Tsuzuru liked to window shop there, as there were many interesting things and for your boyfriend, he enjoyed checking the bookstore's most recent collection.

"Oh, look. Isn't that Homare-san's poem book?" You eyed a banner of the said book with the photo of one of Tsuzuru's colleagues in the company.

"Yeah, it's his newest project. And you know, he recited his poem all day long that it stuck in my head." He practically groaned and the image of him mumbling the poetic lines made you need to stifle your laugh.

"Let's go!"

The two of you went on your own way, but you knew by heart that he must have gone to the Literature Section. You, on the other hand, went to the Fiction Section to find a book that your friend recommended you to read.

The similar shelves made it harder to find the book you want, moreover when you only knew the title. And when the idea of using the store's computer popped up in your mind, your eyes caught a glimpse of a book that was placed on the row you had missed to check.

With the book you long to have in hands, you went to search for Tsuzuru. He seemed focused on a script book that he failed to notice your presence. His knitted brows somehow made him look more adorable, so you secretly took his photo and read a random book so he would not catch your act.

It took longer than what you imagined for him to become aware of your company, "uh, since when you were here?"

A grin was the answer you gave him, "maybe since the time I could see you pouting over a book?" You teased.

His eyes widened. He did not realize at all as he made the same expression you told him before, "I wasn't!"

You giggled, "well, you were so cute, though." And before he sulked even more, you showed the book you chose to him, "and look! I found the book my friend recommended to me. I heard that the story was about a rich and a poor man fighting over the most beautiful girl in the town."

"Ah, the one that you told me a week ago?" His expression softened.

"Yep." You nodded, "and... have you chosen a book to buy?"

The two ended up going to the cashier with your chosen book and the script book he read earlier. He said that he got to know more about how to tell the story through that book, so that was why he chose it.

After paying for the books, you almost dragged the poor brunet towards the arcade that was on the same floor with the bookstore. Just as you predicted, he attempted to refuse your suggestion.

"You know that I'm not Itaru-san!" He tried to escape from your hold, but to no avail.

"Of course I know that." A sigh escapes your lips, "I thought that maybe we could just play there."

Hearing your reason, he did nothing but became the follower of your recommendation. At first, he reluctantly came along with you. But the second he saw the basketball game, his eyes gleaming with joy just like a child eyeing a toy.

"I thought that the arcade only had game machines with tricky buttons. If they have games like this, I would like to try." His eyes practically burn with passion, as you let out a chuckle.

"Well, who didn't want to go at first?" You elbowed his side, "but before we play, let's buy some coins first."

After buying the coins you mentioned before, you stood before two basketball game machines, as you proposed a match between the two of you. Of course you knew that Tsuzuru had the advantage with his taller figure and his competitiveness, but it did not mean that you had zero possibility to win.

"Ready... Go!" The sound from the machine was the cue to start the competition. You both threw the dark orange ball into the basket, some missed and just hit the rim of the hoops.

Tsuzuru was so immersed in the game that he failed to notice that he was the only one playing. When the timer went off, he cheered for having higher points than you, before taking a quick glance to where you were supposed to stand.

"Seriously, I thought you went missing!"

You turned your head to a worried Tsuzuru, while he almost scolded you for leaving him behind. An apology muttered under your breath, as you showed him the game machine that was installed not too far away from the basketball game.

"Look!" You enthusiastically ran your finger over the side of the machine while reading the instruction written there, "It's a Greek Mythology-based game!"

It was not a surprise for him to see you gushing over it, as you were into mythologies and basically the stories about it. He could even remember the time when you blabbering about a book, which Gods and Goddesses were the main characters, all night long.

"It seemed fun though!" Your eyes glimmering just like the stars in the night sky, "it's about a human who wants to protect the world from the Mythology Gods. They wanted to destroy it because they thought that humans only made mistakes and ruined their own world."

Tsuzuru closed his eyes while sighing softly, "that sounds too impossible though." He grumbled.

"Yeah, I know. But don't you feel it sounds cool too? Humans are weaker than Gods and even had their fate set from the start--" You paused.

Your boyfriend eyed you concernedly, while at the same time his face painted in puzzlement.

"Tsuzuru! I have an idea!" A smile plastered on your lips, "how about using mythology as the theme for the play? So there will be two men fighting each other for a girl. Both are being helped by the Gods, but there is one God who also liked the girl." You paused for a while to see his reaction. He just nodded, giving you the chance to continue with your explanation.

"Okay, this one God is toying with the two men, like... maybe setting something up to make them in quarrel. Since it's for Autumn Troupe, we could focus on the fighting scene rather than the romantic relationship."

The young playwright seemed fascinated with your idea, "oh, I like it. And I can imagine it already!"

Your date might have finished the second Tsuzuru pulled you to go back to his dorm. But you could not say that you were crestfallen, as his bright expression that accompanied you through the way back was enough to make happiness bubbling inside your heart.

It was enough for you, as long as you could help him and saw his delighted smile.

#a3!#act! addict! actor!#a3! imagine #a3! scenario #tsuzuru minagi #tsuzuru x reader #chie fics

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🍼 🏡 ❔- Bash ❔ - Bastard

@irenefondorn ohhoho getting an early start on planning our monolith aren’t we? xD Buckle up this is gonna be a long one

🍼 Does your OC have any children or want children? What names would they pick? Are they good with kids or a complete disaster?

I mean he has Ellia of course in the way that we’ve all wholesale adopted her as our daughter despite literally any alternative probably having been a better plan. xD Honestly, though, before Ellia Bash didn’t have much experience with young children and thought he was the kind of person who didn’t want children/to be around children much but now he’s not as sure. He loves Ellia to pieces and, while he doubts he’d particularly wants kids of his own, wouldn’t be opposed to being around kids more in the future. With Ellia as his only measure I honestly couldn’t say but I think he’d be okay with most kids though not great, Bash’s default is sarcasm and silence which doesn’t always work out great with kids.

🏡 Describe your OCs ideal house! Give us a tour around! What’s their garden like? Their bedroom? Kitchen? Where is it and how many people live there?

Ohhh never thought about it tbh I’ve never pictured Bash settled down in one place for long. I think something fairly small and cozy, near a decent sized town but still a little removed with as nice a kitchen as he can manage and a small garden just outside split between cooking and medicinal plants. A small shed-like building a bit separated to be used as a workspace for creating poultices/other mundane remedies as well as doubling as a kind of medic station if people come needing healing. The smallest room in the house would be his bedroom, comfortable but fairly barren - only really used to sleep - but every spare surface around the house would be filled with books.

And, of course, there would be enough room set aside to host all of the Silver Tongues if they came by. Or lived there.

❓ A random fact or short drabble! Or make up your own question to ask the OC!

“Why did I even wake up this morning?”

With a groan that was as much annoyance as it was pain Bash rolled over onto his back, dislodging a veritable avalanche of dust and pebbles from his clothes, and assessed his situation. A glance up at the steep side of the ravine – from which he’d oh so gracefully plummeted – made him think he was lucky he hadn’t broken anything. Bruised to the abyss and back, sure, but a quick stretch confirmed he gotten nothing worse than a few scratches from the fall.

A blessing given he now had to find a way back out of the ravine and to the Enclave before Leal realized he was missing.

This groan was entirely annoyance but there was nothing to do for it but get up and get moving.

Back on his feet he shook his hair out of his eyes – the leather band he’d tied the chin length strands back with must of come off in the fall. He looked around hoping to spot it amongst the scree but his attention was instead diverted by a hint of movement near a small boulder a dozen feet away.

He froze in place – there were a lot of things more dangerous than a gangly teenage half-orc in these mountains after all – but when nothing appeared howling for his blood after a long moment he cautiously made his way closer rather than away, his curiosity beating out common sense.

‘What else was new,’ a dark part of his mind whispered. He batted it away like an annoying fly.

At the base of the boulder, mostly hidden in its shadow, was a half-grown lynx laid out limply with dark red blood matted into the fur of its back where sizable talons had raked across in search of a meal. Only the sporadic twitch of its tail gave lie to the appearance of death the creature exuded.

Of course that too would still before long, the lynx wouldn’t survive the night if Bash had to guess.

The smart thing to do would be to ignore the cat and get started on finding a way out of this hole he’d found himself in, if he moved quickly he might even make it back before dinner, but almost without intending to he found himself instead kneeling next to it.

He sighed at himself, trying to ignore the thought of damnably patient gray eyes that had prodded him forward.

“This isn’t even going to work.” He grumbled, not that there was anyone here to hear him besides the pain-dazed animal. Still he gently laid his hand on the least damaged bit of cat he could find, closed his eyes, and tried to focus like Leal always instructed him to. ‘Focus on Mishakal, reach out to her and ask that she grant you the power you need. Let her grace flow through you, see it knitting the flesh back together-’

He recited the lesson in his mind, eyes scrunched shut and reaching with everything he had.

Nothing.

He opened his eyes, jaw clenched as he pulled his hand back from the still-dying cat. He’d failed, just another failure in a long line of them – a lifetime of them – but this time there was no one there to fix what was broken.

His eyes burned and he angrily blinked back the tears.

‘This is stupid of course I couldn’t do it. I don’t know why Leal would even think I cou-’ His breath caught as a flash of unnatural warmth flared in his chest, a faint tingling of magic he’d only even been on the receiving end of.

He looked down in shock at his hands as faint sparks of blue light danced over his fingers and, before he could think his way into messing this up, pressed his hands back to the lynx’s side.

The blue magic slid from his fingers to the lynx, sinking into its skin. Almost immediately the gouges stopped bleeding and slowly began to close, new skin blooming over wounds like they’d been healing for weeks.

Finally the magic died away again, the flesh under his hands now whole, leaving him kneeling – tired but strangely light – next to the cat.

“I did it?” He whispered disbelievingly to himself, thoughtlessly scooping the lynx up for a better look. “I did i- ow!”

A shock of pain sliced down the left side of his face and he instinctively dropped the cat who’d clawed him. Luckily she seemed more interested in getting away from him then doing more damage, jumping out of reach with a threatening hiss.

“You’re welcome.” He grumbled under his breath, pressing his sleeve up against the gashes across his eyebrow to staunch the bleeding as the lynx gave a displeased twitch of her tail and started to scramble up the rock face with a dignity he could never hope to duplicate.

Still, despite the fresh blood streaming down his cheek, Bash felt his lips twitch up in the first genuine smile he’d felt in a long time.

Maybe today hadn’t been so bad after all.

❓ A random fact or short drabble! Or make up your own question to ask the OC!

Lathander, despite being a bit of a stone cold bastard, really loves his mother. After his piece of shit dad died and he started getting more caught up in some of the more illegal dealings of his hometown, he’d saved up a decent bit of money and used it to buy his mom a place in a small town a ways away from the city where she could safely retire without getting caught up in dangerous dealings but also where she would have the security of knowing she would never be kicked back out onto the streets, something neither of them had ever had before.

#silver tongues #dnd #asks #hooooo boy that is way too long sorry about that #shaylan 'why write one word when you could write eighty instead' strikes again #xD

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How Do We Get Back (9/16) - schitt’s creek ff

Summary: In a literal alternate universe where the Roses escaped financial ruin, David and Patrick struggle with loneliness and a sense that something isn’t right. A chance meeting in New York and a terrible tragedy drive them to question whether the timeline they are on is the right one.

Rated explicit. This chapter 4k words. (ao3)

This chapter is a sad one, but hang in there... (putting everything below the cut due to spoilers in the first few lines)

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Chapter 9

The sun was shining the first morning David woke up into a world without his sister in it.

He might’ve expected it to hit him afresh as he surfaced from fitful sleep, the fact that his sister was dead. But it had suffused his sleep, invaded his dreams — there was no escaping the knowledge even in his subconscious. As he awoke, he mostly just felt numb and hungover from crying.

David had rehearsed this kind of thing in his head a hundred times. All the times that Alexis had come back from a long trip abroad with a story about fleeing the Yakuza or being held captive by a sultan, David had played out in his mind a vivid scenario in which Alexis didn’t escape and one of them got a middle-of-the-night phone call with terrible news. He told himself that these morbid fantasies were his way of preparing for the worst. That allowing himself to imagine all of it — how he would behave, what his parents would do, what kind of details would need to be arranged — was a mental insurance policy against the thing actually happening.

None of that was true. It hadn’t prepared him in the slightest.

David emerged from his bedroom and wandered downstairs, keeping his eyes averted from the family portrait in the great hall. He found his father in the kitchen, staring out the window as his assistant, Mallory, sat implacably at the kitchen island and ticked items off of a checklist. He marveled that his father’s ever-capable assistant had come prepared with a checklist of funeral preparations.

“Do you want to go with me to select the casket?” Mallory asked gently.

Johnny stirred himself, looking over at her as if he was trying to parse her question. David suspected he hadn’t slept at all. “You can pick it. It doesn’t really matter what her casket looks like.”

“Mom might care what it looks like,” David said, his voice raspy.

“Your mother isn’t in any state to go casket shopping,” Johnny said.

David threw his hands up. “What, are you just letting her overdose on sleeping pills? Are we going to have two funerals this week?”

“No, I’m not letting her…” Johnny shouted, but quickly ran out of steam. “I don’t think she’ll be ready to leave the house today, that’s all.”

“I’ll go with you to pick out the casket,” David said to Mallory before he went back upstairs to check on his mother.

He expected to find her in bed but Moira was up, sitting at her dressing table and staring at herself in the mirror. David lurked in the doorway for a moment, unsure if he should go in. She had on no makeup, and she didn’t like people to see her with no makeup, even her son. His mother looked old, David thought for the first time in his life.

“Hi, Mom.”

Moira didn’t turn. “Oh, David. John said you were here.” Her voice was low and quiet, lacking its usual expressiveness.

David walked into the room and sat down on the chest at the foot of his parents’ bed. He’d sat here so many times as a child, watching his mother modeling a new piece of couture or trying out a new wig. In a relatively lonely childhood, those were among his fondest memories.

“We’ll need to pick something to dress her in,” Moira said. “I was thinking about that Stella McCartney gown that she wore last Christmas.”

David imagined Alexis’ dead body being bent and stretched like an oversized Barbie to get it into that dress, and suddenly he tasted bile in the back of his throat.

“Sure,” he said.

“I mean, is that what Alexis would have wanted, do you think?”

“Pretty sure what Alexis would have wanted is to not be dead,” David shot back, almost with the hope that it would get a negative reaction from his mother. Tears. Screaming. Something.

Moira didn’t even blink.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I said that. Alexis loved that dress; it’s a good choice.”

“I can’t remember the last time I told her I loved her. My own daughter,” Moira said, her voice finally breaking on the last word.

“I’m sure she knew,” he said, although he was sure of nothing of the sort. “We aren’t really a family who says that to each other.”

“And we should have taken better care of her. Not let her jet off to anywhere and everywhere like we did.”

“She was a grown woman; I’m not sure what you could have done to stop her.” For that matter, before she was a grown woman, when she was twelve and ended up in Hong Kong, for example, he wasn’t sure anyone could have ever stopped Alexis from going where she wanted to go when she wanted to go there.

Maybe if she’d been raised in a warm and loving home, and not in a place where the nursery was in a separate wing of the house, maybe then she’d have stayed home more. Maybe then she’d still be alive. Then he closed the door on those thoughts. There would be time later to blame his parents for this. Right now, he needed to be supportive.

“Mallory wants someone to go with her to pick the casket. Are you all right with me doing it?” he asked his mother.

Moira nodded. “I’m sure you’ll pick something tasteful.” She picked up a bottle of foundation and shook it, then set it back down, staring into space.

“I’ll check in on you when I get back, okay?” David said. Moira didn’t respond.

David wasn’t prepared for how heavy the grief would be, how it would weigh him down like a yoke on his shoulders, how stupid and yet somehow crucial all the things about planning the funeral would feel. How he would cry so hard sometimes that he made himself throw up, and other times he’d be so numb that he wasn’t sure he’d ever feel true feelings again. His parents were like strangers to him, like shells of their former selves ghosting around the house, and it made him want to smash things and scream and make them acknowledge that all of this was real. Make them take care of him, instead of the other way around.

The night before the funeral, David went to bed early, a part of him hoping he could just sleep through all of it. Sleep until the grief was a little bit lighter and easier to carry around. When his phone started to ring, it took all of his energy to pick it up and see who was calling.

Patrick.

“Hello?”

“David, it’s Patrick.” After a brief pause, he continued, “From—”

“I haven’t forgotten you,” David blurted out.

“Listen, I saw the news online. I’m so sorry about Alexis.”

Fresh tears filled David’s eyes, and he closed them. “Thanks.”

“I know I don’t have any right to… call you or whatever, but I wanted you to know that if there’s anything at all I can do…”

David wiped at one cheek. “I appreciate that. There’s nothing.”

“Is there a service? If you’d be willing, I’d like to come to the service. But only if—”

“You don’t have to do that.” Patrick was just a hookup, David told himself, there was no reason for him to offer to do something like come to his sister’s funeral.

“I know I don’t have to, but…” He sighed. “Listen, if me being there would only burden you, then I’ll stay away. But if you think it would help even the tiniest bit, then I’ll be on the next plane.”

David allowed himself to imagine it. Patrick; solid Patrick who could be relied on to make tea in a time of crisis, being here. Standing with him at the service. Holding his hand, maybe. Suddenly David wanted that fiercely.

“It would help,” he managed to choke out.

“Then I’m going to book a flight.”

“No, you must have work or something—”

“Let me worry about that. When and where is the service?” Patrick asked.

David gave him the information, and at the end of the recitation couldn’t help asking, “Are you sure?”

“I’m buying the plane ticket as we speak,” Patrick said. “I’ll basically need to leave for the airport in…” he paused, “three hours and drive through the night so that I can get the 6:30 a.m. flight out of Toronto, but I can do that.”

“Patrick… thank you.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, David.”

~*~

The church was surrounded by paparazzi, and Patrick was late, and there was a security guard manning the door. But when Patrick gave his name to the guard, he was allowed in and told to take a seat in the back. He shook his head, thinking there was something appropriate about the fact that Alexis Rose’s funeral had an exclusive guest list. Craning his neck, he could just make out David’s black hair at the front of the church.

A priest who even Patrick could tell had never met Alexis was speaking, expressing vague platitudes that probably came out of the manual on funerals for people who die tragically before their time. After that, some women stood up and sang a song that seemed inappropriate as a memorial to a dead person. An aunt got up and told a sepia-toned story about Alexis as a little girl. Then David stood up and approached the lectern. Patrick drank in the sight of him, looking pale and exhausted, clutching a journal against his chest. He hadn’t expected David to be delivering a eulogy. Perhaps his parents didn’t have the strength to do it, and it had fallen to David as the only other close family member.

David cleared his throat and opened his journal and began to speak. “When I first started planning what I was going to say today, I thought about how I would describe Alexis. That she always knew exactly who she was. That she was fearless. That she was unfailingly optimistic about everything. That she had an unquenchable lust for life. But I don’t know if any of that is true.

“The truth is that Alexis could be shallow and self-involved. She forgot to pay attention to the feelings of the people around her. She made bad decisions. She also could be child-like, and enthusiastic, and she knew how to cut right through my bullshit. She was a complicated person who I didn’t always like very much, but who I did… who I did love.

“The truth is also that Alexis was lonely. The truth is she had to grow up way too fast. The truth is that Alexis was always jetting all over the world because she was chasing something that I don’t think she ever found in life: actual joy.

“I had a dream last night that Alexis and I were sharing a tiny little bedroom. Which is pretty funny, because Alexis and I never shared a room in our lives. We would have despised sharing a room, because she was such a slob…” He seemed to choke up at this, and paused for a few seconds to collect himself before continuing. “But the thing is, in this dream she was happy in a way I never really saw her in life. She was content. I hope that wherever my sister is, she’s found that contentment.”

David walked away from the podium and retook his seat, and Patrick could feel the stunned hush of a crowd who hadn’t expected anyone to say anything like that. Nothing that raw and honest. The priest also seemed surprised as he stood up and welcomed the next speaker, one of Alexis’ friends who seemed more interested in visibly crying in front of a crowd than in saying anything meaningful about Alexis. Patrick understood why David had said his sister was lonely if this was what her friends were like.

When the service was over, Patrick went outside to sit on a bench and wait. He wasn’t sure what to do now — he wanted to go to David and be near him to provide any support he could, but he also recognized that as a selfish impulse. David had his parents to worry about, he didn’t need the guy he’d gone to bed with two months ago hanging around. Suddenly, the fact that Patrick had shelled out hundreds of dollars for a last-minute plane ticket and a rental car struck him as insanity.

“You came.”

Patrick looked up from the paving stones he’d been staring at to see David, sunlight haloing his hair. Standing up, Patrick tried to offer a supportive smile. “I said I would.”

David shrugged. “People don’t necessarily do what they say they’ll do.”

“I do.” Patrick couldn’t take his eyes off of David. After two months, seeing him felt like seeing a mirage.

“So, I have to go to the gravesite now for the burial, which is just family,” David said, indicating a waiting limousine.

“Oh. Right, of course.”

“But people will be coming to the house afterwards. Can you come there? I think I sent you the address before.”

Patrick nodded, relieved. “I’ll be there. David, I’m so, so sorry.”

The corner of David’s mouth turned down, and he shrugged one shoulder. “I’ll see you later.”

Uncertain what to do, Patrick got in his rental car and drove to a nearby McDonald’s. The past twelve hours of travel had screwed up the rhythms of mealtimes, and other than a bagel at the airport and a meager bag of pretzels, he hadn’t eaten anything all day. Sitting down with his tray, he stared at his unappetizing burger and wondered why he’d ordered it. He ate a fry, eyes trained on the acrylic tabletop.

When he figured that enough time had gone by, Patrick got back in the car and drove to David’s parents’ house. The gate was imposing enough (where again he had to give his name to be admitted), but the mansion that was revealed as he drove up the long driveway was even more so. He turned his car key over to a valet, wondering what it had been like, growing up in a place like this. Another piece of the David Rose puzzle slotted into place.

The house was filled with mourners, drinks and small plates of food in hand, talking in hushed tones. Patrick stood in the middle of it and stared up at the family portrait that dominated the great hall, trying to see the man he cared about in the haughty version of David Rose in the painting.

After some wandering, Patrick finally found David in the kitchen, giving instructions to the caterers.

“Hey.”

“Hi,” David said, his eyes still flitting around the room, his focus on oversight of the food.

“Is there anything I can do?”

“No. I’m glad you’re here.”

An older woman came into the kitchen and picked up one of the trays of finger sandwiches to carry back out to the guests.

“Adelina, you don’t work here anymore; you don’t have to do that.”

“I have to do something,” she said. “And you don’t get to tell me what to do, mijo.”

David rolled his eyes. “Fine. Just don’t stay on your feet too long, please.”

Adelina muttered something in Spanish and left the room with her tray.

“She practically raised us,” David explained. “Can we go somewhere and talk?”

“Of course,” Patrick replied, following David through a back door of the kitchen up some utility stairs to the upper floor of the house. David led them into a tastefully-decorated bedroom that was about half the size of the house Patrick had grown up in.

“Is this your childhood bedroom?” he asked.

“Yeah,” David said, sitting on the bed. “Listen, I’m sorry for the way I behaved when you left New York—”

“Please don’t worry about that now.” Patrick sat at David’s side. “I don’t want you to have to think about that now.”

“No, I was an asshole,” David said. “We hadn’t made any plans or promises, it’s not like you were—”

“Believe me, David, I wanted to stay.” Patrick laughed uncomfortably and looked down at his hands. “Two nights with you and I was…” He stopped, unable to admit the way he’d been feeling. The way he was still feeling. “I’ve thought about you a lot, the last two months.”

David cleared his throat. “I can’t help but notice you aren’t wearing your wedding ring.”

“I told Rachel everything the day I got back. We’re separated.”

“Oh. Well, that must be very hard.”

“It is, but it’s also…” Patrick clutched his hands together, worrying the webbing of skin between his thumb and forefinger. “I’ve also never felt more free. I came out to my parents and the world didn’t end. So even if I never saw you again, I would have been forever grateful to you for being the instrument of this change in my life. And then I saw what happened to Alexis, and I just… I had to call, even if you wanted nothing to do with me.”

David looked up at the ceiling like he was trying not to cry. “I’ve thought about you a lot these last two months, too,” he whispered, and then David was leaning in and his mouth was on Patrick’s, insistent and everything Patrick had been dreaming about.

Except David had just lost his sister, and as soon as Patrick gained some control of himself, he pulled away. “David, is now really the right—”

“I just need to… not think about being sad for a while, okay? Can I… can I just have a few minutes where I’m not thinking about what happened?”

Patrick put his hand on David’s cheek and nodded his head. “Of course. Of course you can have that.”

Their mouths met in a frantic press, teeth clacking together as they both tried to deepen the kiss. David’s hand was already unbuttoning the buttons of Patrick’s shirt, trembling, and Patrick did his best to shrug out of his suit jacket while their mouths were still fused together.

When he brought his hands up to resume caressing David’s face, Patrick’s fingers came away wet, and he broke the kiss again. “David—”

“It’s fine, I’m fine,” David said, but he clearly wasn’t. His hands were shaking and the tears were starting to flow more freely now, so Patrick pulled the other man into his arms. That made the dam break, and the sound of pure grief that tore from David’s throat in that moment shattered Patrick’s heart.

“It’s okay. I’ve got you. I’ve got you,” Patrick murmured, holding David as he sobbed into Patrick’s shoulder.

He wasn’t sure how long they stayed that way, David’s tears soaking into Patrick’s shirt as Patrick rocked him gently and murmured quiet words into David’s hair. He wasn’t even sure what he said. Patrick supposed this was why he had come, although he couldn’t have expected David would be willing to rely on him as a shoulder to cry on. And yet somehow Patrick felt like he had known he was needed here, even as all reason and logic had said that it was a mistake to come.

When David’s tears dried up, when he finally let go of his death grip around Patrick’s torso, Patrick reached out to run his thumbs under David’s eyes. “Do you need to go back to the people downstairs?”

David shook his head. “I’m not going back out there.”

“Do you want to try to get some sleep? Or do you want me to go get you some food?”

“Sleep,” David said. “If you’ll… stay?”

“Of course I will.”

~*~

Patrick woke up to the sound of water running in the bathroom, and then David emerged, walking over and getting back into bed.

“What time is it?” Patrick asked.

“1:15.”

Patrick rubbed his face, trying to orient himself in space and time. Between his complete lack of sleep the night before and falling asleep in the early evening with David, he felt hazy and disoriented. “Are you okay?” Patrick asked.

“Just a nightmare about Alexis. I’m getting used to them.”

Patrick reached out and touched David’s back, feeling the way sweat had soaked through his t-shirt. “It might feel better to change your shirt.”

He could just make out David nodding in the dim light before he got up and went over to a large armoire, pulling off his shirt. Patrick watched as David took everything off and put on a fresh shirt and underwear before coming back to bed.

“I keep seeing her drowning in my dreams,” David sighed, getting back under the covers. Patrick put an arm around him and David put his head down on Patrick’s chest, his arm draped across Patrick’s midsection and their legs tangling together. It was nice. It was scary, how nice it was. How well they seemed to fit together, like they’d been sharing a bed for ages.

“And I don’t know what to do now that the funeral is over,” David continued. “It was easier when I had a list of things to take care of. Now it just seems like an endless amount of time stretching out in front of me with nothing in it but grief.”

“Maybe focusing on your gallery will help?”

David shook his head, his hair brushing against Patrick’s nose. “I’m going to close the gallery.”

“Why?”

“Because according to my father’s business manager it’s hemorrhaging money, and the family can’t really afford to keep it open any more.”

“David, I’m sorry.” He tightened his grip on David’s shoulder. “Maybe I can help? I can look at the books?”

“That’s a very kind offer, but even I can understand that if I don’t sell any art, it doesn’t make financial sense to keep the gallery.”

“You don’t sell any art?”

“Not lately. And to be honest, since Alexis died I don’t know if I even care anymore. For that matter, I don’t care if I even stay in New York. Maybe I’ll sell the apartment too and make a fresh start somewhere else.”

Patrick pressed a kiss against the top of David’s head. “Okay, David, I don’t want to second guess you here, but I don’t know if it’s a good idea to make these kinds of huge decisions when you’re grieving the loss of someone close to you.”

David’s breath hitched, and Patrick feared he might have triggered another crying jag, but when David spoke, his voice was even. “Okay, maybe I’ll hold off on selling the apartment. But… I need a change of scenery. I need to get away from everything that brings back memories of my sister, at least for a little while.”

“Come home with me,” Patrick said, and then his mouth dropped open with shock that those words had come out of his mouth.

David raised his head from Patrick’s shoulder and looked at him. “Come home with you?”

“No, I mean… if you’re looking for a change of scenery you could… I just got a new apartment and you’re welcome to stay with me for a few days if you need to.” He chuckled nervously, wishing David’s leg wasn’t pinning him down because he felt a sudden need to put some space between them. “There’s nowhere less like New York than my hometown.”

David moved his head around for a second before saying, “Okay.”

“You actually want to come stay at my place? Because I should probably warn you, the restaurants where I live leave a lot to be desired.”

Meeting his eyes, David said, “I wouldn’t be going with you for the night life.”

Patrick kissed him then, just a gentle peck on the lips, but it felt significant. “Okay. Let’s go.”

Chapter 10

#schitt's creek #schitt's creek ff #david x patrick #david x patrick ff #david x patrick fic #hdwgb fic #my fic

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imagine-a-killingharmony · 5 years

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V3 Girls + S/O falling asleep after big meal

How would the V3 girls react to their s/o falling asleep after eating a big meal?

This is fucking adorable, hi, my heart can’t handle this

whenever I just see one of these requests I feel all bubbly... is that weird,,??? this is just so cute yalll.

-Mod Shuichi

Tenko Chabashira

Tenko had asked you to come over for a dinner she had prepared for just the two of you, her fingers had been burnt throughout the entire process, then there was the injuries she sustained cutting up the fruits and vegetables, but Tenko was A-OK!

She made sure it was both nutritious and delicious, she even taste-tested it! It was completely fine, she didn’t want to accidentally poison you, considering this IS her first time she’s brought you over for dinner...!

Things go well, you eat, a lot, she made a lot! Tenko’s smiling to herself throughout, yet a instinctual part of her tells her to remain ready, Tenko senses!

That... voice deep inside her was right, after you finish eating you had started to look slightly woozy, Tenko had asked only for you to reply with: “m’ okay”...

Then you gently rolled your head into the table, snoring, drooling over the table without a second to waste, Tenko couldn’t believe it! Did you not get any sleep before coming here, or is all you eat those icky sweets that only give you a fake boost in energy only to sneak attack you right later?!

Seems Tenko has to do everything...! She picked you up, bridal-style rather easily with a large huff, before running up towards her room and...

Putting you on the top of the bed, under the covers, after placing an tiny kiss, with an “I love you” at the end of it...

Kyaaah! Just Iike a real couple, you know? Tenko can barely contain her happiness, but she holds off until she exits the room, she’ll stay up until you’ve finished napping!

You should sleep, regain that energy, Tenko will NOT stop that progress, she encourages it!

Himiko Yumeno

It was a pretty fancy restaurant the two of you were at, you were buying mostly everything, then Himiko added her own finding which sounded easy enough... Financial-Maaaagic...

She liked the food, but the waiters kept giving her kiddie meals, but you... she felt it, a spell was cast on ya’, not any ordinary spell... a tiiiiired spell.... She could tell cuz’ you weren’t even teasing her...

... Then the tired spell overtook your body while you were in the middle of speaking with her, your eyelids frequently closed until you had sunk towards the table, laying your head to restore MP...

...

How can Himiko join ya’? She wants in, she gently rested her head down after scooting next to you, then suddenly the two of you were sleeping in an expensive restaurant together....

How magical... she doesn’t even need to count sheep, she intertwined her hand with yours, giving your face a quick glance before...

... Yaaaaawn...

She left sleep overtake her.

...

The staff didn’t kick you out, just warned you to not do that again in any eating establishment, so the two of you apologized.

Angie Yonaga

Angie had asked you to come over, she didn’t own any fancy-smancy technology on her person so she had merely took you by your hand, then here you were!

Work had been hell recently, it’s been a while since you had hung around Angie, but today you had a break, so you thought you should spend as much as it as you could with her!

That is until you had to go back to some sleepless nights at work, you kept pushing forward, optimism is key!

She had laid out a... good-looking meal out for you, so you thanked her, she said she wasn’t hungry, Atua gave her all the nutrients she needed!

You chuckled before eating it all, but... how weird, your eyelids felt heavy, your body felt hard to move anymore, a yawn escaped your lips as you sink deeper and deeper towards the floor.

...

Angie stepped towards you, giving you a little peck on the cheek, you blinked. “Are you alright S/O? You look tired... oh! Atua told Angie, you hadn’t been getting the right amount of rest... that made Angie sad! Soooo...”

“Angie called ahead for that nasty work saying you needed a break, Atua said you likely wouldn’t accept that help, so he’s putting you to sleep for a teensy while till your all healed.”

“Nighty night, sleep tight.”

It was impossible to respond, you were wrapped in a warm tight embrace, your head pressed against something as soft as a pillow until you had fallen asleep...

...

When you woke up you were confused to find yourself in Angie’s bed, she told you that you just suddenly fell asleep after eating her meal, she called in for your job and told them you had fallen asleep and were in deep need of a break!

Wow, you couldn’t believe it yourself, you thanked Angie giving her a hug, somehow the light kiss she pressed against your cheek felt... weirdly familiar.

Kaede Akamatsu

You just went out for dinner after a piano recitall, your treat for how well she had done, quite well! Honestly, you were so... so proud of her!

You had been so excited for this one recital, it was an important one, the Kaede blew it out of the water, honestly you were waiting for this for so long!

...

So long that you had forgotten to sleep yesterday, yet you held valiantly and watched thoughought the show using energy drinks, you were pretty sure you could make it home...

You continued to eat your food, Kaede looked oddly at you.

“Are you alright? S/O you look like your on the verge of collapse, should we go home?”

“Huh...? M’ fine... completely okay...- see? M’...” ohhhh hh h h what the fuck, you suddenly faceplant into the table, you’ve just crashed.

Kaede let’s out a squeak, going over to your side to shake you awake, you messily pick yourself up to view at your girlfriend with a groan.

“... Give... Give m’eeeee five more minutes...”

“You literally crashed into your dessert, we’re going home.” Kaede took a handkerchief out of her pocket, quickly wiping the cake-smudge off your face before picking you up, you leaned against her side the entire world was... was really blurry, what’s going on...?

“C’mon, home.” All you could tell was Kaede carrying you alongside her, towards the car straight home... you give a quiet thanks in appreciation, she said to keep your sleep schedule correct from now on, wasn’t like you were alive enough to process any of it.

Tsumugi Shirogane

Tsumugi had asked you if she could come over to your place for snacks, you agreed, it was plain to see, she didn’t expect any for what was about to occur was going to happen.

She had went over, made some flirty lines, then she had been went to eat those chips you had, as you went to ate some lunch you had made while speaking to each other, simple still?

Tsumugi just continued to eat those chips, nice chips, until you had suddenly fallen over over that sanwitch you had made for yourself falling asleep, well, it looked more like a heart attack to her...?!

“KYAAAAAH! THE DEATH NOTE HAS STRUCK!” Tsumugi screams. “IT TOOK S/O! HOW COULD IT! DAMN YOU! I BET THIS WAS ALL ACCORDING TO HIS KEIKAKUUUUU!”

You suddenly fall over your chair when you hear Tsumugi screaming your name, you fall out of your chair, starting to scream with her, well you just started to scream, Tsumugi just blinked.

“Oh, so you were just asleep, I’m thankful.”

You continued to scream awfully confused, Tsumugi had to go by your side to comfort you about the whole situation to get you to stop.

Miu Iruma

Miu had told you she created a large meal, just for your sake, for some odd reason, she said she didn’t wanna even touch any of it, that it was just for you! You should be thanking her!

Well, after some pressing she explained, she wanted to make some sort of sleeping pill to make someone sleep immediately, that just knock em’ right out if they had insomnia...

You said you’d be fine with eating it, but seriously she needs to tell you before she uses you as a test for some invention...

Not suspicious at al- you don’t faceplant into the table after taking a bite of the meal, so you continue to eat... it all.

...

Miu tchs. “A failure, a fuckin’ shame, I totally got all the things perfectly down, heh... this misconceptions’t totally gonna be solved, next model Miu Iruma swears it-!”

Then you face planted straight down into the table, crashing down, as your world went immediately dark.

“... Oh shit! Hey- H-Hey! S-S-S/O what the FUCK! YOU CAN’T DIE ON ME- SHIT I’LL GET THE AMBULANCE FUCK ME WITH A CHAINSAW.”

“I-I JUST WANTED TO TEST A SLEEEEPING AGENT NOT THIS! I’MSORRYSORRYSORRY WAAAAAH!” You can hear your girlfriend rush towards the phone, you stir slightly in your sleep but stay down...

It’s a miracle Miu’s device worked at planned, even thought it took a long amount of time, about fifteen minutes of eating as Miu tracked down...

...

You are NEVER going to be her test subject again, well... for as long as you can remember this you won’t.

Maki Harukawa

How could you be so stupid... he hadn’t even wanted to walk in on the sight of you, over the table fallen asleep over the meal that, you yourself had prepared, she sighed.

How stupid, she go over to shake you awake, you blink only to have a low key heart attack seeing the deep glare of Maki Harukawa staring back at you.

“Go upstairs, there’s a bed up there.”

“Yes ma’am.”

You rush up the stares, Maki’s glare teaching you the way throughout, jeez...

Maki goes to clean up the mess you made, you have to be better at staying awake...

She... worries y’know.

Kirumi Tojo

She had given you a large meal to eat, you had gotten VERY tired after eating the turkey she made for you, really really tired... so you took a nap, Kirumi saw this.

... you felt a blanket place over your sleeping form, a light kiss being pressed against the back of your head...

Then you were picked up, you opened your eyes slightly while you were being carried finding the prim and proper Kirumi Tojo carrying you, you smiled underneath that cozy blanket she had given you before you fell back to sleep...

You woke up in Kirumi’s bed, a note that you fell asleep after eating her meal beside you, then that she was cleaning your house, you smile to yourself...

Your girlfriend is literally a goddess...

#mod shuichi #mod shumai #ndrv3 imagines #ndrv3 x reader #kaede akamatsu #maki harukawa #tenko chabashira #himiko yumeno #angie yonaga #kirumi tojo #tsumugi shirogane #miu iruma

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purplesurveys · 5 years

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492

How's your day going? Super chill, which is a nice change after the hectic last couple of days. Went to the mall with my family this morning to have lunch, discovered the gift that is spicy tuna salad, bought myself iced coffe and a container of pink slime, and spent the whole afternoon just playing my new favorite app, Bitlife. What shape is your face? It’s square-ish, which I hated so much when I was younger because I thought it made my face look abnormal (cause no one else in school had a square face) and that it gave me such a wide jaw. Nowadays I embrace it precisely for the reason that it’s not a common Filipino feature, and because it gives me a really good jawline. What sort of computer are you on right now? I’m on a Macbook Air. What's your favorite restaurant? I have a lot of favorites depending on the cuisine, but in general Yabu easily takes the cake. Torch is a favorite if I wanna spend on really good sushi. Mama Lou’s is my favorite Italian place; Marugame Udon is my favorite if I wanna have a budget-friendly meal; Mesa is my go-to for Filipino food. What does your umbrella look like? I used to have a pink umbrella with a faint print on it, but as with all things I own, I eventually lost it.

Do you share a room with anyone? My dog. Are you superstitious? Only when it comes to Oble, my university’s symbol. I’ve explained the supersition on an old survey but it’s an easy Google search if anyone’s curious. Do you believe in astrology? NO. Take the vowels out of your name. What does it spell? Rbyn. Do you eat breakfast every day? No. That’s the meal I easily miss out on; I usually just have a big lunch to make up for it. You can go back in time and slap one historical figure in the face. Who? Ferdinand Marcos, former President and dictator and forever a thief and liar. Do you have socks on? Describe them. Nope. I go barefoot in the house. Pick up your cell phone for a second. Who's your first text from? The first text I got *today was from my girlfriend, letting me know she had just woken up. Fourth missed call? My mom. Are you one of those people who has like a hundred apps on their phone? Noooooo. I never let my phone rack up too many apps. Have you ever been to the ballet? I’ve seen ballet recitals before, but I’ve never been a legit production. It’s one of the things on my bucket list. Do you have good reflexes? Yes, all thanks to all my years of table tennis. Do you have many internet friends? I used to have a lot when I was still an active fangirl on Twitter/Tumblr haha. The most fun I had was with the AJPunk fandom; I had a reeeeeally big and close circle of friends from the States and all over Europe. My sleeping schedule was insane at the time because I’d stay up to talk to them and bond over fanfic updates, new AJPunk scenes, and IRL spottings of the two. While we’ve grown apart in the last few years it’ll always remain a really fond memory for me. Do you think those friendships are on level with your real life ones? It used to be. They’d be the first people I’d talk to before the school bus picked me up and the last before I’d turn in for bed. Do you keep a journal? This Tumblr, pretty much. Describe for me your ideal sandwich. Banh mi in general. I don’t really have an ideal recipe. What are some names that you like? Olivia, Mia, Ines, Elizabeth, Scarlett, Isabella, Emma to name a few. Is there something you're putting off doing in favor of this survey? Not really. I kinda did my main task this afternoon, so I’m good for tonight. Are your friends generally like you or different from you? We’re all different in our own ways. Jo and Laurice are very chatty, JM is super closed off, Aya is a great artist, Kate's social skills are top-notch, Luisa is into sports. I’m none of those. Link me to a picture you think is cute. Egh. Do you like blowing bubbles? I loved it as a kid and I’m pretty sure I’ll still like it now.

What's the band that you love even though you know they're awful? That’s not what I think about the bands I listen to. Ever had a pillow fight? Maybe when I was younger. What do you usually pick in truth or dare? Truth. I have no problem being honest about anything. Are you better at posing good questions or coming up with outrageous dares? I’m a journalism student, so the questions. Vinyl, cassette, CD or MP3? I’d pick vinyl, even if I don’t own any or have a record player. But the reason I picked it is that Gab and I drop by Satchmi sometimes and test the record players and they sound amazing. Do you coo over other people's babies? I always would at the first chance. What is something that makes you very squeamish? Blood. Gab has nosebleeds semi-regularly and as much as I love her, that’s the one thing I can barely help her with. Like I’d get her tissues, but I literally would not look at her while it’s happening, because I will absolutely feel like vomiting. Do you try those as-seen-on-TV things? I wouldn’t buy them but if I saw them in real life and was offered the chance to test them, I would. Has there been a celebrity death that really affected you? Chyna. She died on my birthday and I cried for a while when I read the news. Do you get the dressing on the salad or on the side? All over the salad. Do you make lists, or are you more of an unplanned person? I make lists for almost everything. If you're out of high school, have you stayed in touch with your high school friends? If you're still in school, do you think you will? Yes. I follow most of them on social media. We’re a close batch, and we’re not letting go of each other that easily. Is there something you like to eat that most people think is gross? SEAFOOD!!! As someone who’s from an archipelago and whose entire culture is defined by seafood, I almost get hurt whenever I see people viewing fish or shrimp or oysters or mussels as ‘disgusting’ looooool cause it’s like why tho :// I respect tastes but don’t call it disgusting??? Do you have a lot of photographs of your friends? I have quite a bit, yes. Do you dye your hair regularly? I’ve never dyed my hair. Do you think, if it came down to it, that you'd be able to kill someone? If they did anything to a loved one and if I would be able to get away with it, yes. Are you good at rating things? I’m not sure, I’ve never had to rate a lot of things. What's a movie that you want to see? Midsommar. What was the name of your third grade teacher? Ms. Adette. She was also our math teacher. She was very motherly but the year she taught us was her last year in the school too since her family was moving to Oman. Are you a competitive person? Yeah. I can’t help it. Do you get into a lot of arguments? I try not to because I hate losing thanks to the aforementioned competitiveness. Do you like to go shopping? When my dad is around to buy the stuff, yes. HAHA Can you knit? Nope. I didn’t give a shit in sixth grade home econ. Do you use the same username everywhere online or do you have a lot? Yeah I used to use robyncanrana for everything, but lately I’ve been going with simply my first and last name. What's something that you really like about yourself? I’m a good worker and I never leave anything undone. Can you pass for older than you are? Not at all, I look like I’m 15. Have you ever been in a situation where that was necessary? Yeah, for when I need to get out of driving violation tickets. Do you talk a lot? If I’m comfortable with someone, I can. I’m still a listener at heart though. Are you a Facebook creeper? No, I hate Facebook. What is a smell that you hate? Spoiled rice. If you don't set your alarm clock or anything, when will you wake up? I’d still wake up pretty early. Do you even use an alarm clock, or do you just use your phone? I use the Alarm feature on my phone. Do you watch Maury or Steve Wilkos or anything like that? No. What did you get your best friend for their last birthday? I wasn’t with Gab during her most recent birthday. What did they get you for yours? She wasn’t with me for mine. Are you capable of finishing a game of Monopoly? I’ve never played Monopoly and never really plan to; it looks so boring and complicated. What is a word or phrase that you overuse? “Literally,” “like,” and “at the end of the day.” The last one I got because my internship boss used it for eeeeeevery fuuuucking senteeeeence it was insane. I caught it eventually. What's your favorite painting? Anything Monet. Have you ever written to your congressman? I haven’t. Did you get sent those free AOL discs a lot? Nope. Are you allergic to anything? I am not. What are you going to do now that you're finished with this survey? Check my Twitter timeline.

#survey #surveys

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Hollywood After Dark

I remember discovering The Film Crew as a moment of unexpected joy. It was as if the lady from Overdrawn at the Memory Bank descended from heaven in her seashell with four bonus episodes for me! It's lacking something without the silhouettes, I admit, and actually seeing Kevin and Bill weirdly makes my brain want to attribute the voices to Bobo and Brain Guy rather than to Tom and Crow. Nevertheless, it was a mouthful of water to a thirsty explorer – not enough to satisfy, but nothing I was going to turn down! I still like The Film Crew episodes, too. Rifftrax is fine, but The Film Crew feels truer to the spirit of MST3K, which is why I consider all four of their movies essential content for this blog.

This movie, on the other hand, contains absolutely no joy whatsoever. It seems to exist in a universe where joy is forbidden. There’s this guy named Tony who I think owns a junkyard, and a couple of mobsters hire him to transport some stolen money for them. He goes to a burlesque club to iron out the details with them, and there he pretends to be in charge of the place in order to crush the hopes and dreams of Sandy, a dancer who likes to consider herself an artist of some sort. She inexplicably agrees to go out with him, and I guess the two of them fall in love since after the heist is done they plan to run away together. One of the two mobsters murders the other and then stabs Tony, who staggers back to his motel to die in Sandy’s arms. The other mobster crashes his car and the police just stand there and watch the wreckage burn.

The title Hollywood After Dark makes it sound like this film will be some kind of juicy expose, full of Hollywood darlings behaving badly. Unsurprisingly, it’s not the movie’s official title – that, as you will find if you consult IMDB, is Walk the Angry Beach. In doing this blog I’ve found several instances where the alternate title was way better than the original, but this is not one of them. Walk the Angry Beach sounds like exactly what this movie actually turns out to be: bleak, nihilistic, ugly, and never making a lot of sense.

In a way, I guess, saying that is actually giving the film a compliment, because Hollywood After Dark is a tale of shattered dreams. The mobsters dreamed of stealing a fortune – they both end up dead. Tony dreamed of leaving the lousy junkyard and starting a new life with Sandy – he dies, too. Sandy dreams of getting out of the burlesque and becoming a movie star, never having to bare her breasts or sleep with a sleazy producer again. She doesn’t die, but her best chance for a better life was Tony and his stolen money, and at the end she has lost both. The story seems to be telling us that it doesn’t matter what you want or how you go about trying to get it, all you can realistically hope for is to claw your way along until death finally overtakes you.

As suits this theme, everything in the movie is relentlessly bleak and depressing. People hang out on a beach that is entirely empty except for characters who have to do something in a scene. Literally the only beachgoers we see besides Tony, Sandy, and the mobsters are one little girl and a couple making out, all of whom exist only to briefly interact with Tony. Besides that, we see nothing but empty sand. Offices and homes are dimly-lit and grimy-looking, unattractive and unwelcoming spaces. The lighting is absolutely merciless. Daytime scenes are under ferocious California sunlight, night ones under spot illumination that is equally glaring and ugly. I wish any of this were intentional, but it’s not – as far as I can tell, the harsh lighting is just because that’s all they could manage. We get empty beaches are because they spent all their budget for extras on the serial-killer-looking guys in the burlesque audience.

Anthony Vorno as Tony and Rue McClanahan as Sandy always sound like they’re just a couple of words away from bursting into tears. Again, this could be appropriate for their characters but they’re so badly-written that you can’t get into it. The decisions Tony and Sandy make do not make sense. When Sandy staggers drunkenly out of the producer’s apartment, Tony does not go to walk her home or otherwise protect her – he hangs around to ambush and attack the producer, in an absolutely terrible fight scene in which you can almost always see the cameraman’s shadow on one of the actor’s shirts! So he’s just gonna let her walk home alone and drugged in the middle of the night?

Later, Sandy tells Tony she doesn’t want stolen money and prefers to stay in Los Angeles making a living by herself, even if that means working at the burlesque. She seems to change her mind when he tells her that he will stay with her instead, but when he goes out again she offers to pack. Does that mean they’re leaving after all? She already said she doesn’t want to do that! Does she now think they’re following his plan while he thinks they’re following hers? That sounds like it’s setting up a wacky misunderstanding, but Tony dies before we can follow through on it.

What the hell do these two people even see in one another? Tony and Sandy both seem to feel like they’re stuck in a hole they can’t get out of. Meeting each other just seems to give them somebody else to be depressed with. The first thing Tony says to her is a speech about how dreams are destined to be crushed! There is no spark between them, no sign that they bring out anything in each other, not a hint that the relationship has given either of them renewed hope! The only thing they derive any hope from is the stolen money, which turns out to be Tony’s ruin.

Why do the mobsters hire Tony at all? We’re told something about one of them scoping him out by having some car repairs done, but how would that lead them to conclude that he’s a good man to transport stolen cash? To get him to work for him, they threaten his family… but Tony doesn’t have a family as far as we can tell. What the hell is the significance of the guy who buys the water pump? He turns up like he’s going to be somehow important but he just recites poetry, buys a part, and leaves. The credits just call him The Shakespearean.

Since Sandy works at a burlesque, we are of course treated to several scenes of women dancing. These are punishingly long and filmed so leeringly that I feel like I need a shower after watching them. The first one features a woman in a zebra-print bikini bottom, with feathers on her nipples, and it wears out its welcome several times over. Remember when I said in Horrors of Spider Island that after a while even jiggling butts get boring? That goes tenfold for Hollywood After Dark. It’s like the strip equivalent of the wrestling in Samson vs the Vampire Women in that you don’t care and it never ends. That’s right, ladies and gentlemen, even the strip show in this movie is fucking depressing.

When you try to actually think about the movie, it gets even worse. Of the three women we see perform in the burlesque, only Sandy gets offstage screen time. The other two are mere filler. Sandy is also the only one whose boobs we never get a good look at. The other two women wave theirs around with abandon, but Sandy dances with a top on, with her back to the camera, or with her breasts in deep shadow. It’s implied that the audience in the club gets to see, but the audience in the theatre does not. I’m pretty sure this is a deliberate statement on the part of the director, because Sandy has higher ambitions and should not be thus degraded. We never find out what the other two dancers think of their jobs, but they have smiles on their faces rather than collapsing in tears at the end like Sandy does, so I guess we can degrade them as much as we like. Ew.

In case that wasn’t gross enough, the first of the two anonymous dancers is black and the second is Asian. Roger Ebert used to call this the National Geographic Loophole, in which non-white boobs are considered PG while white ones are R.

Of course there’s also the scene in which Sandy is invited to meet a producer, and it becomes transparently obvious that he just wants sex and he drugs her in order to get it. We don’t see that, either, just Tony waiting stalkerishly outside to attack the producer after Sandy leaves. Again, I think the idea was to avoid degrading Sandy, whom we’re supposed to see as a person tragically mistreated by an uncaring world, rather than a sex object. It’s so poorly executed, however, that I don’t even want to give them points for trying. If you’re going to tell us that women are human beings who don’t deserve to be regarded as over-talkative sex toys, you can’t pick and choose which women that applies to. You only make yourself look like a hypocrite, and when you do it the way Hollywood After Dark does, you’re a racist hypocrite to boot.

This is honestly one of the top ten most depressing movies I’ve ever watched, right up there with the works of Coleman Francis. There is nothing in it that makes you smile, or that even tries to make you smile – it’s so relentlessly dismal that it feels three hours long, even though it’s only seventy-five minutes. If it had been the first Film Crew episode I’d seen, I probably wouldn’t have bothered with the other three. Fortunately, it was the last, so I’d already gotten some genuine MST3K-style joy out of things like Killers from Space and The Wild Women of Wongo. Instead of a series-killer, it was therefore only a real downer ending.

#mst3k #reviews #episodes that never were #the film crew #hollywood after dark #tw: rape #60s

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igotmysteriousmessages · 6 years

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First date with RFA+Saeran

Yoosung

I think his St. Valentines DLC states your first date was right after you first RFA party, if not 1 or 2 days later. Also thought Yoosung might be remembering it wrong he says you went to the movies then took a walk in the park then you went for coffee and finally you stopped by the bookstore on your way home so there is not much to theorize here.

Even though he already met you he is really really nervous. He is also very self-conscious because of his eye. He probably changed clothes at least 3 times before leaving his house, he also tried a bunch of new hairstyles and still he arrives to the meeting point at least 40 minutes before… when you arrive he tells you he just got there of course.

At first it is awkward. He just doesn’t know what to do. Should he try to hold your hand as you walk? What should he talk about? He never had this problem on the chatroom!! Why can he talk to you normally? Should he start talking about school or lolol or the weather? You might be curious about everything he hasn’t tell you yet about his trip to mint eye but he feels it’s not the right moment.You break the ice asking about the movie you are going to watch. He blushes like crazy but he manages to tell you the tittle and ask you if it is ok or if you’d prefer to watch another. Honestly, even if you tell him you want to watch the scariest scary movie in the world he is totally up to do it.

You end up watching his chosen movie.During the movie he is still nervous and hesitant but after it is over you start commenting about it so excitedly that he forgets about his shyness and is able to keep the conversation.The rest of the afternoon goes smoothly and you both have a great time.

During your walk on the park he finally gets the courage to hold your hand and he is very happy when you don’t back off. After that he only lets it go to buy coffee and when you say goodbye at night.

After the date he goes home and waits for you to text him you arrived safe to your apartment. Then he goes to sleep with a smile on his face.

Zen

It was about a week after your first RFA party. If he could have his way he would have taken you out that same night but after all the fuss with the media you both agreed it’d be good to wait a little

He really tries to get his outfit to look casual but you can tell he put a lot of effort in his image for that day. When you compliment him on his looks he replies “Well, I have to look good when I’m taking my princess on a date”

He picks you up at your home exactly at 8 pm and takes you to nice a restaurant for dinner. It’s not a fancy place but it has a homy vibe that makes it really comfortable. Also there isn’t much people around so there is low chances of him being recognized.

Talking comes easy. You chat and laugh about the last party, his last audition, his modeling job at C&R. It is really comfortable till a couple sits on the table next to you and the girl recognizes him.

He gives you an apologetic smile before giving the girl a photo and autograph. Thankfully after that she goes back to her table… a few days later Seven sends you a link to the girls facebook page where she posted the photo along the comment “I met Zen at a restaurant the other day. He was at a date with his girlfriend yet he agreed to take a photo with me, he is so nice!! #IhopeTheyAreHappyTogether” after all that had happened it’s nice to know some of his fans support your relationship.

After dinner he takes you to his house and to the balcony where you talked the first night you visited him. You talk till late night, now you two are really alone you feel comfortable to talk about everything: what you like and dislike, your fears, your pasts, your hopes for the future. The moment is just so private and perfect.

At some point you two stop talking and he finally kisses you… after that he half-jokingly suggests you could stay the night. Whether you accept or not it’s up to you

Jaehee

It took her a while to understand her feelings for you and then she had to be sure you liked her back before even inviting you out. If you add the recent aperture of your coffee shop, well let’s say your first date was delayed a bit… probably a little after St. Valentines since I feel on that DLC she was already sure of her feelings.

She rehearses in front of the mirror how is she going to ask you out. She waits till you both are closing the café to approach you and gets really embarrassed while talking but she manages to recite what she practiced without stuttering…then she needs to plan a date.

She doesn’t even know where to start… coffee date? Too predictable, Picnic at the park? Boring, watching a musical? How is that different from your usual Friday night? Then she remembers something she loves and she hasn’t done with you yet. Hiking. She really hopes you like it.

She tells you in advance so you are ready for it and she chooses an easy relaxed path since she hadn’t done this in a while and she is not sure whether you have any experience.

It’s confortable and uncomfortable at the same time because talking and having fun with you is so easy for her but she is nervous and worried. She wonders whether she is walking too close or too far from you, whether she should show any kind of physical affection or if it is too early.

When you stop for lunch she unpacks a wide variety of delicious snacks and a thermo with coffee. You two sit on a riverbank to eat.

She looks so calm and relaxed on that environment. This is a new side of her, different from the Jaehee that was Jumin’s assistant, the owner of the café, Zen’s biggest fan or your best friend… and of course you liked this side as much as all the others. You blush a little when she catches you starting at her and reluctantly you tell him what was on your mind.

Now she is embarrassed but also happy.

You two return home and before saying goodbye you give her a kiss.

Jumin

The day right after your first RFA party. This guy is just so eager to spend more time with you he can’t wait.

Does this guy know what moderation is? No, he doesn’t. He takes the day off to plan the date and carefully prepares every detail. RIP Jaehee.

He sends you a new outfit and asks you to be ready at midday. Driver Kim picks you up and you meet Jumin at the restaurant he had gone to with his father a few days before since he remembered you seemed interested on it.

He is waiting for you at the entrance with a bouquet of flowers and the biggest smile you’ve ever seen on him

He tries to hide his nervousness but you notice it right away. He is tense the whole time.At a point you have to remind him it is not the first time you two are alone together so he should relax. He is low key embarrassed about how he acted when you stayed at his penthouse so it doesn’t help much. But when you hold his hand across the table and tell him everything will be alright it does.

He totally keeps holding your hand and caresses the engagement ring as you speak.

He really wants to know more about you so he asks a lot of questions. What do you like? What do you dislike? Do you have any family? How was your childhood? How is your job/school? If there is something you don’t feel like talking about he’ll drop the subject and ask about another thing.

After lunch he takes you for a boat trip, then dinner and dancing. He just wants to do the most with the time he has with you, the only reason he didn’t plan more stuff is because the day is too short.

In all honesty he is kind of disappointed when he realizes is already late night and he should take you home. He enjoyed your company so much everything seemed too short.

He takes you home and only leaves after making sure you are safe inside and after arriving to his house he makes sure to call you.

Saeyoung

You two had to wait a little before having your first date. During the firsts months of your relationship Saeyoung was completely focused on helping Saeran and you wanted to do everything in your hands to help both of them so you didn’t even think much about it… it was just when Saeran recovered that Saeyoung realized he hadn’t taken you out on a date yet and he decided to do it right away.

He wants to do something big and special and perfect in every sense… he has so many ideas of things he wants to do with you but at the moment of choosing nothing seems special enough.

He keeps the plans for the night a surprise (good luck choosing what to wear because with your boyfriend a date could mean literally anything) even after picking you up. No matter how many times you ask, he is not telling you.

He chooses his favorite baby for that day and he downloads your favorite music to listen while on the road because you are in for quite a long drive.

He takes you to a place in the mountains for stargazing and a picnic with all your favorite food and drinks. He also sets little lights on the surroundings bushes and trees to give it a magical atmosphere.

At this point in the relationship you are already pretty comfortable around each other so neither of you has any problem talking about anything or with physical contact. Actually his arms are wrapped around you all time (except while driving of course) and there are no awkward silences.

It is so fun, calm and intimate you lost track of time and end up falling asleep hugging each other under the stars.

You both wake up at dawn cold and sore for sleeping outside and on the ground but you don’t care, you both just laugh at how silly you were and start picking up to head back

Jihyun

The day after his good ending.

During his 2 years away he imagined a bunch of ways that date might go but when the time comes he is not sure what to do.

He wants a place he can calmly talk with you. He knows you want to know everything about his trip and there is so much about you he wants to ask. This date is the perfect opportunity to get to know each other better.

He finally decides to take you out for coffee.

The place is cozy and warm. You two settle on a table near a window and the conversation flows smoothly; to the point you two don’t even know how much time has passed since you arrived.

At some point you two start talking about his paintings and the exhibition his is preparing and he decides to change the plans a bit and invite you to his house to show you in person.

Once you arrive you understand why did he preferred to show you his paintings rather than keep talking about them… you can see his real being and most inner feelings reflected on each one of them

One catches your attention more than the others, you are not sure why. The combination of colors and shapes is so calming and warm. You could swear you heard a song coming out of the canvas. You are so enchanted by it you don’t notice him hugging you from behind.

“This is my favorite too…It is about my mom…I hope one day I can paint something about my memories with you”

You don’t answer, you just turn around and give him a kiss.

Saeran

I might need to rewrite this after his route comes out…for now let’s go with an AU when things end up similarly to Saeyoung’s route but you and him are just friends and you and Saeran fall in love during his recovery.

So I think he is the one that takes more time after the ending to go on a date with you because he firsts needs to heal from everything that has happened to him and even though you are there through all the process he is still unsure about how he feels about you, then he needs to tell you and that’s equally hard.

Actually you are the one to invite him on a date. You two are hanging out together and you do something he finds utterly cute and he unconsciously mutters “I like you so much…” he thinks you didn’t hear till you say you like him back and ask him for a date. He is kind of flustered and confused.

“Wait...she said she likes me back? For real? This wasn’t part of the plan…what do I do now?”

He shyly accepts thought he doesn’t really realize what happened till a bit later “he has a date with you!!” after that he is so excited. And nervous…. Very nervous, I think even more than Yoosung.

Knowing it might be uncomfortable for him you try to keep it simple so as cliché as it sounds, Ice-cream date it is. You tell him to meet you outside his favorite ice-cream store after lunch.

Most of the time he is not the talkative type but that day you discover that when he is nervous he rambles quite a lot. You find it cute but he is really embarrassed.

You both try to act normal around each other. It is not even the first time you go out alone together but you fail spectacularly.

Knowing he likes to be able to see the sky you plan to take him outside afterwards so you invite him to take a walk around town.

At this point he is a lot more comfortable with the situation so there is not much talking. You mostly enjoy each other company in comfortable silence. After a while he gets brave and holds your hand.

He insists in taking you home afterwards even though it is not that late and as soon as he arrives to his house he texts you asking you for a second date.

Edit: here is the new version of this HC

#Yoosung Kim #hyun ryu #jaehee kang #Jumin Han #saeyoung choi #jihyun kim #saeran choi #mysme #Mystic Messenger #mysme yoosung #mysme zen #mysme jaehee #mysme Jumin #mysme 707 #luciel choi #mysme v #mysme saeran #mysme headcanon

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urdearestmom · 6 years

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Airport Ballrooms | Sylvia Is Bae

Here’s part 2!

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13332432

(part 1)

Hey :)

Mike has sent the same text every afternoon for the past year. It’s after his last student leaves at five o’clock, and it’s when the clinic El works at closes. She’ll undoubtedly respond within minutes.

Hey loverboy :)

It never fails to make him smile. Everything she does makes him smile, even when she’s not there. Tonight, however, he has plans.

Do you wanna see a movie later

The greatest showman is still in theatres and I know you wanted to see it so

If she says yes, they can go see the movie and then come back to one of their houses and order a pizza or something. Then he’ll have to work up the courage to ask her about a thing he’s been considering for a while.

Ya def

What time

There’s a showing at the Greenwood cinemark at 7 is that enough time

Then we can come back here or to yours and get a pizza or smth

Sounds good

I’ll go home and shower then meet you there at 6:30

Love you <3

Love you too <3

He turns off his phone and puts it down with a smile, getting up to get a glass of water from the kitchen. He almost trips on his cat, who is sitting in the doorway. She does this at least once a day, refusing to let him pass. When Mike tries to step over her she hisses and throws up a paw to claw at his pants, or if he’s very unlucky, his bare legs.

“No- come on, Sylvia! I just want some water,” he says, looking down at the fluffy mass of grey fur on the floor. She looks up, and he notes that she looks deeply unimpressed (she always looks like that). She gives a satisfied meow when he huffs and walks into his bedroom instead.

Stupid cat, he thinks. But then he feels bad. Sylvia has been with him for the last five years since he brought her home from the shelter. He’d originally gone in to look at the dogs, but he had to walk past the cats first and something about Sylvia had spoken to him. He never realized it, but it was probably the very same deeply unimpressed look that he sported himself quite often that he noticed on the cat. They have made use of the same living space since.

Most days she’s like any regular cat, minding her business and sleeping, only coming to bother him when she’s hungry and doesn’t have food. Other days all she does is be bothersome, meowing at Mike’s feet every three seconds for no discernible reason. But the days that really count are the days she can tell he’s upset.

Those are usually days he talks to family or friends, hearing from his older sister about the state of their parents’ marriage, his younger sister about the latest idiot she dumped, his friend Will or cousin Richie about someone who’s told them they deserve to go to hell for being who they are. Sometimes it’s when he himself is having a bad day, either a student isn’t putting in enough effort or he’s frustrating himself with his own shoddy practice. Somehow, Sylvia always knows, and that’s when she comes to curl up on his stomach while he couch surfs at night.

Now that he has El in his life, though, he has a human to confide his deepest secrets in instead of his cat. Still, because his girlfriend doesn’t live with him, Sylvia gets to hear the most. It’s nice to know that she’s judging him but won’t talk back.

Mike flops onto his bed and promptly registers that he hadn’t made it that morning. Gross, how am I gonna convince El that it’s a good idea to move in together if I can’t even make my own bed?

Considering this, he thinks about the rest of his apartment. He lives on the second floor of a duplex, the upright piano he gives lessons on sitting in the room right off the staircase. At the end of the hall is his bedroom, which has a large window in it and is, objectively, the best room in the house. In front of the stairs is a tiny bathroom, and beside that is a doorless doorway that leads to the kitchen, which is open to the living room and back porch. It’s small and cozy, and he likes living there. The problem now is that he’s considering all the flaws. It’s narrow, the shower will boil you alive if a faucet gets turned on somewhere else, the window frames are chipping, and the entire apartment is banana yellow. The floors are also quite hideous, a combination of old linoleum and old wood, as are the pink tiled walls and floor of the bathroom.

None of this is even considering the fact that the place is a mess. Mike has books all over, never quite being able to organize them by level (or by who uses them, really). When a student needs one he always spends about five minutes looking for it because it’s never where he last left it. Their stuff frequently gets mixed up with his, and he’s always surprised he hasn’t managed to forget a recital or competition.

This, coupled with the anxiety he’s felt since morning when he decided that today will be the day he asks El to move in together, catapults him out of his bed and into the bathroom, taking his dirty clothes with him to the hamper. Mike takes the quickest shower he’s ever taken, totalling a whopping three minutes under the water, then rushes back to make his bed the neatest he’s ever made it. He shoots into the piano room and does his best to pick up after his teaching method, although the room looks almost the same after he leaves it. He then makes a running jump over Sylvia, who hisses angrily and turns to look at him as he starts furiously washing dishes.

“Stop looking at me like that,” he says. “I’m cleaning up so if we come back here it’ll be good to ask El to move in.”

Sylvia turns away, and Mike thinks that if cats could snort, she would have. It’s a very derisive head turn.

After the dishes are in the second sink drying, Mike makes his best attempt to fold the pile of blankets that he left on the couch the night before. He’s just grabbing a wet cloth to scrub at a cup stain on the table when Sylvia comes over and sits on his feet.

“Are you serious?” He groans, looking down at her. “I’m trying to make this place look half-decent!”

His cat gives him a look as if to say, you’re an idiot. It’s then that he remembers that El has actually been to his apartment before, so he’s stressing over nothing. This is another of the good things about Sylvia; she knows when he’s being stupid, too. She moves off his feet when she decides that he’s calmed down enough, and he sits on the floor with his legs crossed. She comes to sit in the space created, and petting her fluffy body calms him further.

“Thanks, Sylvie. You’re a good cat, you know?” She purrs in response, as if she comprehends what he’s saying. “Do you like El? I think you like her. Would you like it if she lived with us?”

Sometimes he feels stupid talking to a cat, but there’s something about Sylvia that makes him feel like she understands. She purrs again. In fact, Sylvia likes El more than she likes him, Mike thinks. She’s never an asshole when El is over, and never even once has she accidentally scratched the woman. It’s unfair. Maybe she’ll be nicer when El moves in. If! Don’t get ahead of yourself, here.

After a few minutes, Mike realizes he has to go if he doesn’t want to be late, so he puts Sylvia gently on the floor outside of the cradle of his legs and gets up before pouring some food for her. “I’ll be back later, okay?”

Sylvia meows and pads over to her favourite spot, the middle of the couch.

Leaving now! Sylvia sat on my feet lol

Mike gets to the theatre around six-forty to find that El is in line to buy their tickets. “Hey,” he says, pressing a kiss to her cheek and grabbing a hold of her hand.

“Hey,” she says back, smiling. “I love your cat so much, by the way.”

“Hmph. I’m pretty sure she likes you more than she likes me,” he answers.

“It’s okay, at least I like you more than I like her.”

“I’ll be sure to tell her you said so.”

They start to laugh, but quickly shut up before attracting too much attention.

The movie turns out to be pretty interesting, but Mike likes the soundtrack best because he’s a music nerd (as is made blatantly obvious by his profession). It’s phenomenal!

El definitely agrees, but her favourite thing is the love story between P.T. and Charity. “Come on,” she says, tugging on his arm as they walk down the street to where her car is parked. “You can’t look me in the eyes and tell me that that was not the cutest love story you’ve ever seen! They fell in love as kids and they stayed together even through all the shit they went through!”

“I don’t know,” he laughs as they reach the car. “I feel like meeting the love of your life in an airport at three in the morning because you decided to play some Chopin is pretty cute, too.”

She grins at him over the roof. “Yeah. That’s pretty special.”

Getting in, she turns to him. “Yours okay?”

Mike rolls his eyes. “Yeah, Sylvie’s probably dying to see you.”

“Again, I love your cat.”

“Yeah, yeah, Hopper, just drive.”

“COME ALIVE! COME ALIVE!” El is screeching and Sylvia isn’t even hissing or anything. It makes Mike more bitter than he should be, to be honest. Like, he gets that El is literally the most wonderful human to ever grace the planet Earth with her existence, but Mike’s the one who feeds the goddamn cat and lets her live in his house. It’s shameful.

“GO AND LIGHT YOUR LIGHT, LET IT BURN SO BRIGHT!” She’s doing karaoke and dancing across the carpet from the table to the TV and back. She’s not a bad singer if she tries to sing, but what she’s doing right now is exactly the opposite. She’s trying to get her boyfriend to sing with her, but there’s a reason he’s a piano and not voice teacher, as he always says. El finishes the song with an exaggerated bow. “Thank you, thank you!”

Sylvia meows from her place on top of Mike’s slippers. El glares at him. “Jesus, Wheeler, even your cat appreciates me more than you do.”

“I’m eating and my hands are full,” he says, picking up another slice of pizza from the box next to him. “Bite me.”

El laughs. “I would, but you always go off about not letting your students see inappropriate things like hickeys.”

“It was huge and it was visible! She was seven!” He drops the slice on his shirt, leaving a nice grease stain. He groans. “Look what you made me do.”

“Whoa, there, Taylor Swift,” she giggles, dropping onto the couch next to him and grabbing the last slice.

Mike throws her an irritated look. “We may both be musicians, but I am not Taylor Swift. And now my shirt is dirty.”

“So?” She bites into the pizza in her hand. “It’s not like it was gonna stay on you anyway.”

It comes out garbled because of the pizza she’s eating, but he still understands and he flushes. He’s gotten somewhat used to her bluntness over the course of the year they’ve been dating, but sometimes she still says things that make him feel hot all over. However, it means he’s mastered the art of answering her with a straight face.

“You are disgusting.”

She shrugs as he gets up to throw the box out, shoving the last of the slice in her mouth and following. “You love me, so… I’d say that sounds like a you problem.”

He doesn’t turn around for a second, bracing himself on the lip of the sink before whipping around and pulling her up onto the counter, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. She breaks it a few moments later, breathless. “God, I love you,” she says.

Then she hops down and drags him away to his bedroom, ignoring Sylvia hissing in the background.

It’s after, when they lie tangled in his sheets, still ignoring Sylvia who is now scratching at the closed door, that Mike remembers what he’d meant to ask.

“Hey, El?”

“Yeah?” She murmurs. Her hands are cupping his face as she runs her thumbs softly over his lightly freckled cheeks.

“I have a question.”

“What is it?” She presses a tender kiss to the tip of his nose and pulls back, smiling.

“Do you- um- would you, maybe… want to move in together?” There, I’ve said it. God.

She looks into his eyes, and he thinks he’s about to get a yes when she turns over and says, “Good night, Mike.”

“El- what-” He splutters, heart sinking. Fuck, was I too soon?

El flips back, starting to laugh, but then sobers up at the look on his face. “Sorry, that was a little mean. I’d love to. I love you, and I love Sylvia, so getting to see you both all the time doesn’t look like it has any negatives.” She snuggles into the crook of his neck and kisses his collarbone. “But we can talk about that tomorrow. Good night,” she yawns.

Mike feels warm all over, and sighs contentedly before shutting his eyes.

Outside the room, Sylvia purrs. She’s excited too.

#i love sylvia #and the greatest showman #airport ballrooms #mileven #mileven fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #mike wheeler #eleven #au #alternate universe #urdearestmom

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the-redamancist · 6 years

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college boyfriend!pentagon

genre: fluff

hoetaek

probably the cutest person to ever exist

doesn’t admit that he’s cute but pouts whenever he doesn’t get a hug from you as a greeting

a really easy-going person in general, and gets overall good grades across all his classes

is really active around campus; you can always catch him explaining something to a classmate or running errands for his clubs

a really friendly person, and smiles at almost everyone

when you get a good grade, he’s probably more excited than you

your biggest cheerleader tbh

waits for you outsider exam halls, and never fails to give you a big hug and some heart-warming words, telling you that you did great and that he’s so proud of you

jinho

studies really hard and gets great grades in return

plans his days out beforehand and gets really irritated when someone tries to mess up his schedule

will still drop everything for you though the boy is whipped

allows himself to be cooed at by people around campus but will not hesitate to roast someone’s ass out of this universe if he ever catches them disrespecting you

insists on having cafe study dates with you just so he can snap some aesthetic pictures for his studygram

is not the most patient person when teaching you concepts, but a kiss on his cheek is all you need for him to take a deep breath and start from the beginning

hongseok

the dude that’s in the gym like 24/7

tries to force feed you his gross-looking green smoothies in the morning

‘you can’t taste the kale!’

,,,,,,,yes you can

wears glasses a lot because of that one time you told him that he looked hot with them

has actually written an entire 5-page thesis on why you’re the most amazing person on the planet when you were upset because of a bad grade

throws pickup lines at you on a daily basis; probably his way of greeting you in the morning

'do you have a band-aid? i scraped my knee falling for you’

'hongseok we’ve been dating for 8 months please stop’

hyojong

probably the chillest person on campus

brings nothing but his laptop to lectures

manages to pass all his exams with pretty good grades despite appearing like he doesn’t care

actually studies quite a bit in secret

constantly looks like he’s had no sleep in three years, but still nags at you to eat breakfast every morning

doesn’t know when his next lecture is but can recite your custom taco bell order backwards

texts you about spontaneous dates all the time, especially before exam period

mostly because your presence does a great job of taking his stress away for a few hours

really likes it when you run your hands through his hair because he wants to feel pampered sometimes

shinwon

his college life is?? kind of???? a mess??????

took at least 5 months to memorise his timetable for the year, and sometimes still has trouble finding his way around campus

once walked around for 3 hours looking for the library but somehow ended up on the other side of the city

h o w

whenever you ask him how his studying is going his reply is always going to be a firm 'i don’t even know’

somehow still manages to get decent grades so props to him right

gets stressed really easily, and will force you to cuddle him for hours at a time

saw a dog when he was on a date with you once and almost tripped you over trying to drag you away from it

romance at its finest

changgu

most caring boyfriend ever

probably knows your schedule better than he knows his own

has memorised your top 5 cafe orders in preference order

literally all you have to do is text him a 'no.3 pls’ and he’s out the door

the type of student that gets really easily distracted

probably spends more time planning your dates than doing actual homework

but you don’t need to know that

is a crammer himself but will still scold you if you try to study the night before an exam

waits for you outside the exam hall with movie tickets and a tonne of snacks

yanan

the type to not get top grades even though he works really hard

dammit he’s trying his best

also the type to still be nervous about holding your hand even though he towers over half of the human population

will not hesitate to run to the convenience store at 2am just to buy you snacks

lowkey dotes on you so much

sends you really cute texts before your exams

needs constant reminders about his next class because he’s kinda forgetful

is 100% willing to listen to you rant about your lecture even if you take a completely different course from him

yuto

the one that takes his studies the most serious

really dislikes being interrupted or disrupted whenever he’s working, and always books a private room for himself at the library to study

tells you beforehand whenever he has a big project or test coming up, so that you won’t get worried if he loses contact for a bit

always looks like he’s in a rush around campus even though his next class is in 2 hours

the two of you bring each other coffee in the mornings, and your friends think it’s the cutest thing ever

likes having deep conversations with you at 3 in the morning about his dreams and what he wants for the future

will give you all the support he has, and is really good at giving pep talks

whenever he feels like he needs a break, you’ll always be the first person he goes to

hyunggu

is so organised about his work it’s kinda scary

is that student; manages to balance his studies, social life and clubs with no problem

studies a lot, but will not hesitate to put down the textbook whenever you needed help

really patient when explaining concepts to you

works the hardest but also parties the hardest

has a lot of connections so he always gets invited to the best parties on campus

crazy popular with the ladies and men at parties but he only has eyes for you, and will turn down everyone that asks for his number

gets excited talking about his classes and really appreciates it when you actually listen to him rambling

wooseok

always looks like he’s ready to murder ten men, but becomes an immediate pup when he sees you

really values his studies, and is actually so passionate about what he’s working towards

kinda enters a mood whenever he’s studying and will sometimes go hours without talking until you nag at him to take a break

acts like a complete child the rest of the time

likes to take walks with you around campus in his downtime, and does that thing when he swings your joint hands back and forth really aggressively

purposefully leaves his hoodies with you and 'forgets’ about them

gets pouty whenever you don’t wear them and tries to make up the most bizarre excuses for you to just try them on

'oh it’s 70 degrees outside oH NO that’s waY too cold now put the hoodie on. please put it on.’

#pentagon scenarios #hui #jinho #hongseok #edawn #shinwon #yeo one #yanan #yuto #kino #wooseok #hoetaek #e'dawn #hyojong #changgu #hyunggu

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yoolee · 6 years

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SLBP Headcanon | Haunted Houses

‘Tis the season for haunted houses – in North America. I learned a few things while writing this about them in Japan! I haven’t been to one, but I am operating with the assumptions:

While there are year-round haunts the most popular season for temporary haunted attractions is the summertime.

Since 1996ish it has become popular to have an element of visitor participation – they are given a “mission” and are personally involved in a narrative that unfolds as they progress. For example, the guest must escort a child through the spirit world to their mother on the other side, or find a fire then recite an Ofuda and throw it into the fire to banish an evil ghost, or remove a cursed tooth from a woman’s mouth and get it to the exit.

This sometimes includes an element of backstory/history to be read before you ever enter.

X | X | X | X | X | X

NOBUNAGA:

Is just delighted

Laughs, doesn’t scream, but compliments the actors who do a good job of startling his group

Probably offers jobs to the really good scare-ers

Doing what, who knows, he just hires people he likes and figures out what they’re good at later

Literally makes every single one of his retainers employees go through to complete the mission

Almost DEFINITELY gets banned either for fighting the ghosts or because he turns it into a competition for his retainers employees and they make a mess of the place trying to speed through it.

After his first one, probably draws out a map of all of the ones that are available and goes out on a mission to visit them ALL

Probably makes you go first because your reactions are super funny to him.

Would absolutely not wait in line

But WOULD demand a place open up just for him

MITSUHIDE

Is not scared by any of this but is slightly startled at times?

Like in a who comes up with this and spends their time coming up with this kind of way and I was so distracted wondering that I didn’t hear that ghost come up behind me kind of way

Does appreciate the romance of the storylines, even if he thinks the narrative could be tightened up in a few places

Has a horrible suspicion Nobu will want to do one of these, so, he takes notes

Spends so much time looking for the mechanics and documenting things mentally that he doesn’t fully immerse and appreciate the experience D:

Until the other guys notice and gang up on him for a good scare

JOKE IS ON THEM he just jumps and then frowns at them

Probably lectures them for disrupting the actors

Has a lovely chat with the designer of the attraction

Very gently reminds you that none of this is real and you’re quite safe, possibly with quotes on labor law and event attractions, when you get scared.

MITSUNARI

Finds grammatical errors in the backstory, corrects them angrily

Also points out any and all flaws in the logic of the premise

And corrects the local history, which he definitely knows more about than any employee of the attraction

AND YET gets way more into than he should

Not scared by anything

Completely disgusted by the makeup on the ghosts – totally derails the entire haunt to give them tips on making it more realistic – probably digs out makeup from somewhere and gives them a touchup

Then goes back to completing the story like nothing happened

Will not dishonor Hideyoshi by failing to save the trapped soul after all

Probably leaves you behind – stop screaming you little fool, we have a baby to rescue

IEYASU

HATES THIS

WHAT A HORRIBLE WAY TO SPEND ONE’S TIME

Is a JERK visitor

Like, sneering, snarky comments about the characters and backstory

Questioning what they used for fake blood – he could make a far more realistic version

His smile while he mentions this to one of the ghouls probably scares THEM like, aaahahahah this guy’s kidding, right?

No, he really could.

Would really just let the demons have the baby they’ve kidnapped – why should he rescue it

Probably throws the actors off by like, offering them this child he is supposed to be protecting, in hopes that it will end this faster

Gets scared at least once and if you BREATHE about it there will be a whole different kind of hell to pay

But you getting scared and clinging to him isn’t so bad I guess. Whatever.

HIDEYOSHI:

Probably flirts with the ghosts and ghouls

Honestly doesn’t mean to make her break character, he’s just THAT SMOOTH

Feels really bad when he realizes that though

Never actually scared but screams his head off silly just for fun

Also clings to Inuchiyo for the same reason

Inuchiyo does not appreciate this

Holds your hand the whole time, which is how you know he’s not scared – you can feel his heartbeat and it never falters.

Would warn you with a little wink right before someone scary appears, because he would notice the cues, but holds a finger to his lips so Inuchiyo won’t catch on.

THAT SAID he will also totally pull the hand-tapping-on-your-opposite-shoulder thing to make you scream.

INUCHIYO

WHY WOULD ANYONE WILLINGLY DO THIS

Super serious about remembering all the details of the backstory and mission though

Gets genuinely startled a few times, but, while you’d expect him to get mad about it he actually finds it funny? Usually a shout followed by laughter. Unless you tease him about it then he gets mad and tries to play it off.

If Hideyoshi clings to him and screams, then he just growls at Hideyoshi to get off of him

100% willing to carry you through the whole thing on his back, even if that means you half strangle him when something appears.

100% NOT willing to carry Hideyoshi, who leapt into his arms as a joke

Eventually he kinda finds the gory stuff super funny – like, look at this fake blood MC it actually bubbles ahahaha

That said dolls creep him out on a whoooole ‘nother level

IF YOU’RE SCARED: Finds it less fun when he realizes you’re going to have nightmares for a week like you can’t even sleep in the closet like you usually would because things might come out of it Will hold his hands over your eyes or ears and steer you through if need be

IF YOU FIND IT FUNNY LIKE HIM: Will spend the next few weeks buying increasingly more ridiculous masks to sneak up on you in

SAIZO:

Is only doing this because Sasuke begged

And to see Yukimura scream

And well, he won’t complain if you also cling to him.

Completely nonreactive, except for the occasional sigh.

Warns you about exactly nothing even though he knows precisely what’s coming

Spends most of the time holding Yukimura back from charging at the monsters

Possibly gets Yukimura and Sasuke purposely turned around

Then takes your hand and spirits you off and out of there

Like two hours later poor Yukimura and Sasuke finally complete the mission and get out, totally exhausted.

YUKIMURA

GETS SO INTO IT

TOTALLY FORGETS IT IS FICTION

GIVES A PASSIONATE AND ROUSING SPEECH OF COURAGE TO HIS GROUP AS YOU GET STARTED

EVERYONE IS FIRED UP

THEY WILL COMPLETE THIS MISSION AND SAVE LIVES

ALSO weeps with the ghosts over their tragic backstories, but then lectures them in an attempt to reform them VENGEANCE SOLVES NOTHING

It’s so earnest and moving that the ghost performers like, don’t even have the heart to keep it up and oblige

Happiest Ending for a Haunted House Ever

You…you have no idea how to feel about this

Saizo sighs

MASAMUNE

Doesn’t…really get it?

Sort of goes through the motions in a quietly perplexed sort of way

Then something scares you so badly you scream for real

And he glares, and offers a single, chilled warning

Everyone freaks out because wait there is a real demon here?!

Congrats Masamune, you are the scariest thing in the haunted attraction

You never go back

KOJURO

Is JUST mischievous enough to arrange all of this – like, suggests sharing some local history and setting the stage even before you get to the attraction, so you’re just on the edge of spooked when you get there.

Probably one of those people who knows the director and employees and gives them special instructions to scare the pants of Shigezane

Finds it all more amusing than scary, mostly gentle chuckling at everyone’s reactions

Would gently warn you by taking your hand and squeezing if he thinks you need the heads up

Otherwise lets you enjoy it however you want to

Appreciates all the hard work that goes into it – the script-writing, the acting, the lighting, the planning, etc.

Only gets one serious, goes-white fright - courtesy of Masamune, who thought if Kojuro was going to prank Shigezane, turnabout was fair play (and who would ever suspect Masamune, who was just quietly going along with things, but really was studying how they did it)

KENSHIN:

COMPLETELY ENRAPTURED

Weeps over the story

Just floats through, clapping his hands in delight at every new twist and encounter

Keeps getting distracted by decorations that have nothing to do with the story

Also definitely tries to pick them up and carry them away

Kanetsugu is having NONE OF THAT

PUT THAT THING BACK WHERE IT CAME FROM

Probably carries you bridal style through the whole thing

Like, you can walk?

Oh but it’s more fun this way

Oh well, if he is carrying you his hands aren’t free to STEAL THE PROPS

SHINGEN

WHAT A DELIGHTFUL EXPERIENCE

TEAM BONDING

LET US BE MEN AND COMMIT OURSELVES TO THIS TASK

Lets the others – mostly Yukimura – go first, because the whole reason for coming is to give his folks a fun time.

Definitely a laugher (mostly as his people get scared)

Totally scares Yukimura

Also flirts with the ghosts. “Do you come here often?” but not in a disruptive way – he isn’t out to make their job harder

Will only hold your hand if you’re desperate – because he believes you are plenty brave enough to handle everything without him as a safety net.

Takes everyone out for food afterwards.

During meal will make some offhand comment about the mythology of the tale that’s rooted in local history that none of you knew.

WHOEVER SCARES HIM GETS A RAISE

No one does, until Saizo gets the idea for you to pretend to faint at one of the other people’s scares, and you steal a kiss when Shingen flies to your side

BONUS:

KANSUKE:

Walks through the entire haunted attraction with exactly zero interaction, because none of the actors notice him

Poor Kansuke

ANOTHER BONUS: MCS! On a scale of totally chill to terrified!

Inuchiyo’s MC: Not even the teensiest bit afraid – thinks this is hilarious. HOWEVER, will ACT scared as an excuse to cling to him because have you seen this boy’s arms? *shrug*

Nobunaga’s MC: Is mostly like, mortified. Because of course the Owari clan is making a scene could we just go somewhere and be normal? (when Nobu starts making them go first, goes to somewhere between Mitsun and Ieyasu’s MC)

Shingen’s MC: Would you be scared with all the Kai folks around to protect you? A little scared at the start, but gets it together and handles it like a champ.

Kojuro’s MC: Since the primary target is Shigezane, they get away more or less unscathed from a scare standpoint – pretends to be at least a little spooked, for the same reason as Inuchiyo’s MC.

Mitsuhide’s MC: Generally chill, kind of more into the story behind it all than the scare – appreciates the storytelling aspect. Does not appreciate the disembodied hand on their shoulder.

Masamune’s MC: Is more worried about Masamune, like, is he enjoying this? This preoccupation does lead to being distracted enough at least one big scare though.

Hideyoshi’s MC: Fun-scared? That’s a thing, I promise. Gets a thrill out of it, rather than an actual fear. Only time they are for REAL scared is when Hideyoshi pranks them in the middle of it.

Saizo’s MC: I…love Saizo but his MC is probably a bit of a chicken. Definitely a little scared. It doesn’t help that Yukimura screams REALLY LOUDLY. Not as scared as they would be if they didn’t have Saizo’s hand to hold – it’s kind of nice to have the excuse.

Kenshin’s MC: The haunted attraction isn’t that scary, what’s scary is the thought that Kenshin may have these sorts of artifacts and objects stashed in his treasury for you to accidentally stumble upon? Nightmares for weeks about whispering rocks and cursed dolls that you are 100% sure are stashed in his house.

Mitsunari’s MC: Terrified. Also MAD AS ALL GET OUT because Mitsunari left them alone. Will probably research for days to come up with a good premise, and rope all his retainers into their revenge haunt.

Yukimura’s MC: Yukimura’s screaming, MC is screaming, the ghosts are screaming, everyone is screaming and something is probably on fire.

Ieyasu’s MC: Not sure which is scarier: the haunted attraction or Ieyasu and his ire at the haunted attraction. End result in the same – absolute terror XD

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