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marrogerson · 8 months

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hi!! SoT & MoTM have my heart captured and tied up right now (I’ll be honest- I’m halfway through the epilogue in motm because I really REALLY don’t want it to end. I should really get to finishing it ;_;) & I think very easily became my favorite books, all-time. they’re so!!!!!!! GHHHNBBNGFG!!!!! i have a hard time seeing myself in these fantasy protags, but Elisabeth!!! MAN! she’s just like me fr (in some senses she seems very autism coded?? I do not know if that’s correct at all or the right phrasing but as an autistic person it was just very comforting and wonderful even if it wasn’t intentional… still seeing a character so similar to myself for once is !!!! AGGGHH!!!!!!!) OK I’m rambling now HSGFHS…..

TWO QUESTIONS! one is very brainrot induced: when writing, did you ever have any sort of voices in mind for the main trio? voice claims or just in general

second!!! when it comes to sorts of fanarts, what is your stance on it being made into something like a print or something along those lines & distributed? made to order?? I know a handful of authors do licensing and shenanigans like that but I am very new to it.. (in case it is not clear I’d love to make prints to sell!! is this ok? is there something extra to be done, legally, or something? regardless I will be drawing them tons… they live in my brain like little maggots.) PS. sorry if this is an odd question to ask I have no clue where u ask this thing T_T

Hi anon,

I'm sorry it took me a while to get around to this! I'm glad you could relate to Elisabeth. I didn't intentionally write her as neurodivergent, but I myself don't exactly have a normal brain, so it's always possible some stuff crept in that wasn't deliberate on my part. Regardless, it's an honor you perceived her that way.

Boringly, I've never had any real people's voices/faces in mind while writing Sorcery's characters.

And for your last question, I'm always happy for independent artists to sell prints/merchandise based on my work. Licensing can be confusing; sometimes authors own the merchandising rights to their books, and sometimes they don't. I still do, so you're in the clear (and even if I didn't, as far as I can tell, the chances of getting in trouble for book merch on Etsy or similar are infinitesimal). I typically only sign licensing contracts for companies like LitJoy, not individuals. So—for as long as I own the rights, which is probably forever, you have my blessing!

#ask #sorcery of thorns #fanart

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laikaflash · 3 months

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im so curious, ive been dying to ask you this:

which soulcalibur ships interest you the most? for the canon ones (lol the few that we have), what about them speak to you? for the noncanon ones, where is the potential for them in your eyes?

Okay, this is probably going to be a bit of a mess, but I'll try to keep it concise. Not jinxing it at all. Going off the top of my head... (drum roll)

Canon

Kilik/Xianghua: It's not for nothing that I summed this one up as "complicated, but dammit if I'm not there for the emotional roller-coaster" in this ask from a while back. I don't want to harp on why the way it ended in the old timeline makes sense to me, but again, I'm a sucker for star-crossed lovers. 'Tis better to have loved than to have lost than to never love at all, and all that... Also, I get the feeling that some overlook the fact that Kilik was raised in a Buddhist monastery as something that plays into his decisions.

Li Long/Chie: The accidental tragicomedy of "My girlfriend's a ninja?!", as I like to call it. Li Long started off as a hotheaded assassin who bit off more than he could chew while deep in enemy territory, and would've bled to death if Chie hadn't found him by chance. I like to imagine them gradually bonding as she nurses him back to health... all while hiding the fact that she and her father are fugitive ninjas, of course. (I've thought about these two a lot because I've had a fic languishing in my drive since 2020. Also, Chie's muteness gives me an excuse to practice describing a range of nonverbal cues for just about anything.) Long story short (pun not not intended), he went through hell and back for her... And it all worked out. Since he ends up in the ranks of the Fu-Ma clan during the pre-SC5 timeskip, I like to think he was a good adoptive dad to Natsu. He probably left the demon stuff to Chie and Taki, though.

Not canon (but I can always dream)

Siegfried/Salia: The Schwarzwind side-missions in Libra of Soul were my fuel, especially with Salia keeping the group together long after Siegfried ran off. ("Because without us, he would have no one to return to...") I think her feelings toward Siegfried were only mentioned in supplementary material before, so I was particularly happy about this part of the "Feelings Shared" side-mission:

Sounds like an open secret to me! (Pardon the uneven cropping.)

To me, Siegfried and Salia have the sort of dynamic that writes itself. Close friends, erstwhile partners-in-crime, leader and tactician... What was that line in Siegfried's SC4 prologue? Something about not letting anyone touch his heart?

(T_T)

To be fair, having a child born with latent Soul Edge energy would be a reasonable worry for him. That might be part of it.

Bonus: according to this relationship chart from New Legends of Projects Soul (page 118), Siegfried's mother sees Salia as "a nice girl, too good for her own son"!

(I'm probably showing more of that section than I need to.)

And now we enter my self-indulgence zone.

I've been playing around with a (very id-driven) Mitsurugi/Taki scenario and went into crackpot mode to flesh it out. It's an AU partly because I think it would take a lot for Mitsurugi to see Taki as something more than She-who-dares-get-in-my-way... Like, oh I don't know, him jumping at the chance to do some mercenary work, even if it means getting caught up in the Fu-Ma clan's business (and Taki watching him like a hawk the entire time). A fair trade for that shard of Soul Edge he picked up long ago? This is all supposed to diverge from some point after Mitsurugi returns to Japan too late for the Battle of Sekigahara (during the pre-SC5 timeskip). For now it's a bunch of notes and scenes clogging my phone's memo app.

There's just... something about a pair of rivals growing to trust each other enough to show their vulnerable sides, I'll say that much for now. Man, that was a lot of words for what started as my brain going NOW KISS.

Sorry this took two weeks. Thanks for asking!

#asks and replies #soul calibur #soulcalibur #kilik #xianghua #li long #chie #siegfried schtauffen #salia olschmidt #heishiro mitsurugi #taki #i'm not used to describing overall vibes #it's more about how things play out #chemical reactions if you will #might be a me-thing #this post took long enough for real life crap to further delay its completion #so my brain kicked back into gear out of spite

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writernopal · 1 year

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Happy STS!

Make a five song playlist of your favorite OC! Why did you choose these songs?

Happy (late) STS!

OOOO I love this question! I'll do this for my darling Fay! putting this under a cut bc it turned out really long T_T

Ivar the Boneless by Pawl D Beats

This song has no lyrics but embodies her ruthlessness and blood lust esp when she is feeling particularly sadistic. There is a wild, terrifying, and hunt-like feeling this song evokes that perfectly captures that side of her.

Judas by BANKS

This song captures the betrayal of her father and Captain Odell. She didn't love either of them all that much, but she did put stock into them as people who she believed would protect or support her. Both events shaped her into the extremely self-reliant person she's become today. These lyrics, in particular, hit on that very well: I can hear resentment in your tone Said I'd never make it on my own Maybe I'm just better off alone, too numb to deal Too numb to feel the knife in my back

Borders by Kalandra

This one captures her connection to the sea and the supernatural, esp after pledging herself to Satoyev, Lord Of Krakens. It was after the Consumption ritual that she and her own kraken, Saviyesaih, were bound together, and it's through him that she feels the world around her. These lines do that justice: On the borders of safety That's where I find peace Where the black sand Meets the raging seas I see the forces For what they truly are Yet, I am reminded Of my beating heart

Won't by Tanarelle

This one is all about her love for Wilkes. She loves him fiercely, and she's stayed by his side through thick and thin, despite those around her telling her it was foolish to do so. But to her it's less that she's staying by him, but more that she's allowing him to stay by her. Here are a few lines that I think embody this perfectly: So if you're looking You will find me Standing next to him Kissing underneath the palm trees Feigning for his sin I don't care if it's not righteous I don't give a damn There's no other lovin' like this God I love my man Through space and through time (And time, we'll keep going on & on & on) Forever he's mine

RIP, Love by Faouzia

And to sum it all up we have this one that basically showcases her inner turmoil after Wilkes confesses he's in love with her. For context, his adoptive parents took her in and the three of them (Wilkes and his parents) helped her recover from a runaway attempt gone wrong. After that she grows to trust him but she sees him as nothing more than a brother, so naturally his confession messes her up. She ends up running away after that to make sense of her own feelings. These lines are good at showing that: When I lay in my bed at night (lay in my bed at night) I remember the way that you cried But I can't go back No, I know it's too late And it haunts me everyday (oh)

#thanks for the ask!#nopal answers #aasoaf #fay #character playlist #sts

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jaesqueso · 1 year

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Just reading the bachelorette series now, and i noticed your notes about how you had plans that did not go with the votes. i would love to know how you actually pictured it to go if there was no voting!

this is one of the best asks I've ever gotten, thank you so much and sorry it took some time to reply but since it's been a long time since I wrote it I had to go back and refresh my memory 😅

gonna keep it under the cut cause it gets a bit long and also not to give spoilers if anyone hasn't read it yet!

so the first one was winwin: I was planning on giving him the shy guy slowly opening up to the bachelorette character, but since he was cut off on episode 2 there was no time to build it up so he got eliminated for being shy and quiet :(

for mark: I wanted to give him a whole sweet guy next door type of interaction with the bachelorette, guitar serenades and all, and I was hoping he got far on the series but ended up leaving in episode 2 as well :(

regarding lucas: I don't really remember but I think it would be in the lines of them knowing each other on the past but actually being a "one that got away" situation rather than him having dated her best friend but well I was able to turn it around nicely with him going out on episode 2 as well

I didn't wrote a note on this but for kun: I wanted to give him opportunities to showcase his magic tricks and all but no big plot there anyway and he ended up leaving on episode 3

then we have shotaro: he was hanging on a string every episode and when I finally saw him getting the most votes to leave it broke my heart, I struggled to find a nice way to send him away :(

as for the doyoung situation: I don't know where that came from, I guess I just wanted to add some drama 😅

the renjun/hendery drama: also not planned, I love them both but everybody seemed to eng+joy the bickering even if they left right after each other 😅

taeyong: I meant it when I said I knew he wasn't getting to the end and his time would eventually come but I felt it my bones T_T

the jeno spin off announcement: he was so popular throughout the series that when I wrote the special episode I knew I had to do something to show he was a fan favorite, I was asked if I was going to write it but there's no way I'm getting into a series like this again 😅

jaemin not winning: this man was hands down the most voted to get the last rose every single episode except the one that counted the most! I felt really bad and I debated a lot on wether to count the whole journey of votes of just the final one but ended up staying faithful to the last round of votes as I felt it wouldn't be fair but damn you guys are crazy for making me turn things around like that!

last but not least, the winner yuta: at the end of the day I was also happy he won, as much as I was rooting for jaemin, cause I was really devoted in building the story for them to be together, I think it still made sense to be yuta

thank you so much for reading the series and also my notes, you're so sweet ❤︎ I hope you enjoyed the series and let me know your thoughts on my original plans!

#answered #the bacholorette #thank you to everyone who read it and supported me throughout the journey and even after ❤︎

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attonitos-gloria · 2 years

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What are your top five poets?

ahhhhh friend, hi. great, GREAT question.

louise gluck. there's a part of me of which this woman is a keeper. and she doesn't even know me. but when she said "you will not be spared, nor will what you loved be spared," i need you to believe that she was talking about my family, specifically, and when she said "it does me no good to be good to me now; violence has changed me", i understand this with my blood and bones and all the viscera inside me. i feel like if you read all of her poems you'll know me better than half of my friends.

mary oliver. and it's pathetic but i feel like crying now because i didn't have the best of the weekends, and i was thinking earlier about dogfish, that line about hurrying into the work of your life and then, like a fracture right in the middle of the poem, "you don’t want to hear the story of my life. And anyway I don’t want to tell it, I want to listen to the enormous waterfalls of the sun." i feel like she translates hope into a language that i can understand.

carlos drummond de andrade. brazilian, and, i think, the best we've got. funny fact: he wrote a poem called "the flower and the nausea" that was recited at the opening ceremony of Rio's olympic games in 2016. unfortunately, they took some verses out of context and made it sound like it was about global warming. and well, nothing against education about global warming, really. but the poem is not really about that? it happens to be one of my favorite poems ever and i was really mad at the time because it sounded lame and drummond is anything but. i think a part of the force of him is lost in the translation, at least the translation i found available online, but i know these lines by heart: "A flower bloomed from the street! Far away they pass by, trams, buses, rivers of steel traffic. A flower, though faded, evades the police, breaks the asphalt. Be completely silent, stop your business: I assure you that a flower bloomed. Its color is unnoticed. Its petals don’t open. Its name is not in the books. It is ugly. But it is truly a flower. [I sit on the ground in the country’s capital at five in the afternoon and lightly pass my hand over this frail thing.] Beside the mountains, dense clouds swell, little white points dance on the surface of the sea, startled chickens. [It is ugly. But it is a flower. It pierced through the asphalt, the boredom, the disgust and the hate.] "it is ugly. but it is truly a flower" every time i get that lump in my throat i'm telling you T_T this man was a genius, absolute favorite. (and i think it should be obvious, even without the whole poem, that this is not a literal flower and this is not an environmental crisis poem. this man was a COMMUNIST the name of the book is THE PEOPLE’S ROSE what do people think the flower stands forrrr aaaa i’ll be bitter about this forever)

adélia prado, also brazilian. and she reminds me (and everyone, lol) of drummond a little, but adelia translates a particular kind of religious sentiment that i just adore. it's so kind. she reads like prayer to me; i was raised evangelical and conservative, so when adelia wrote "God is no longer severe; His wrinkles, His creased mouth are expression lines from smiling too much at me", she instantly healed like, years of religious trauma. also love the way she writers about writing, makes poems about poetry. she reminds me of mary oliver, too, because she uses a lot of nature references?

katie ford, because while i love that adélia taught me a god who is soft, i still need someone to express all the religious angst. and she does that. my god she does that. the first time i read the line “I want a god who stands mute with me / a long, dull night on a hill, very still, without reaching” i stared into nothing for a very, very long time. i had a revelation, i think? i don’t know. to this day, that line remains one of my favorites to express my feelings about the divine. a god who stands mute with me...! katie ford knows what is going on.

the summary is that while i love poetry overall, my heart lies with the modern and contemporary ones. xD

now tell me your top five poets!!

(everyone come here and ask me my top five of anything <3)

#ask me stuff #poetry will save us

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ecoamerica · 1 month

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sttoru · 9 months

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💭&😠 with gojo :)

ANONNN ^_^!! thank u for asking angel mwahmwah gnna be rambling for a bit bye i answered these like i was on facetime w u telling me all abt my selfship lore w gojo. if u dont wanna read my stupid ramblings, scroll 🙏🏽🙏🏽

💭: where did you two meet?

OKUAOKAY its a loooong story which includes trauma and stuff on my part but i wont tell u , im gonna TRY and keep it short ! basically, satoru met me when he was on a solo mission >_< the school sent him out to an abandoned place where i was left @, fighting curses . now how did i end up there ? no cursed energy & nothin’ & still fightin’ these imaginary things (why dis lowkey reminding me of toji’s backstory) ? basically due to family . LAWLLL wont go into details since its a lot of explaining and lore but i got dumped there w the only weapon being a stick bcs those mfs loathed my ass bye ANYWAYS satoru found me , all messed up , and got me outta there & took me straight to shoko to get fixed up bcs i looked v BAD (as in wounds & stuff) && HE WAS SOWW WORRIED THE WHOLE TIMEEEE, muttering stuff like ‘please be all right,’ WHILE PACING AROUND THE ROOM BACK N FORTH 😋😋 anyways thas how we met and also how i got taken in by the school since i had no one lookin after me blahblahblah (insert more selfship lore) and satoru was kinda like my guardian during that time !! :3 he helped me find my way through the school, took me out to the city to explore, stuck up 4 me when i needed it, dragged me everywhere w him, let me train w him—yk just being super caring & also trying to light up my mood every time . especially when he sensed i wasnt feeling well. thas how he got me to warm up to him (rare occurrence) lol but the last thing is completely me irl … my rbf is so bad smh , ppl r always tellin me that i look mad or think m giving them looks 🙅🏽‍♀️🙅🏽‍♀️ also ion like talking to ppl much & prefer to stay in my own bubble but if i had someone like satoru (literally the complete opposite of me) id def wouldn’t mind becoming a extrovert heheeee anyhow yes eventually ended up friends to lovers :D !! sorry this turned so long bye mind u this is the shortest i could keep my rambling at oooops

😠: what's the worst fight you've had? (if applicable)

UHHHMM well . LMAO i feel like im the one that starts almost all arguments w him t_t but most arguments get solved p easily since we r both adults and act like adults & talk things out like adults ! satoru’s always patient & never yells & asks me for my part of the story before he continues so we both understand each others feelings . but theres this one time i was fed up and stressed out, to the point i wasn’t trying to listen to anything he had to say. i was staying over at his apartment, he was being clingy whilst i told him that i wasn’t in the mood at the moment (was working on a project i desperately needed to get done for the night) . satoru gives me my space, but then comes back around every half an hour or 15 minutes, asking me to take a break since i was like overworking myself and taking no tjme to rest. but yk when you’re determined to do smth, theres no stopping u (like when u r in that hyper focused state). so at one point i literally snapped and raised my voice, asking him to f off and leave me be, called him annoying (😞😞) and outed all my frustrations in a fit of rage . i felt so BADDDDD right afterwards but couldn’t bring myself to apologise since i also partially felt like i needed to be left alone at the moment.

satoru was stunned and just.. nodded and said smth among the lines of ‘okay, all right. i understand. i’m sorry for bothering you, baby. however, please take a break.’ like that man didn’t even argue back, just stayed calm & collected before leaving me be without refuting anything bad i said abt him. okay so i finished my project peacefully that night (abt 5 am when i finished) . i went to his bedroom, ready to sleep, only to not find him there. THIS MAN WAS SLEEPING ON THE COUCH . IN HIS OWN HOUSE HELLO i didnt even tell him to, but okay, 😖 i went back to the living room to apologise and tell him to sleep on the comfy bed instead of on the couch with a measly blanket he found somewhere (which didnt even cover his entire 6’4 body)., he didn’t answer me so i turned him over to look at me and ……. this man. had cried himself to SLEEEEEP 🚶🏽‍♀️ he was already sleepin & the skin surrounding his eyes was red , cheeks stained w tears i was so mad @ myself actually. DAAASHDJSN he didnt show his hurt to me bcs he knew it would only distract me more from the work i had to, therefore he let me be & dealt with his own feelings alone. YALLLL this makes me sob every time

anyways i woke him up eventually and this man wasn’t even fully awake before he pulled me down on the couch with him and hugged me tightly to his chest like he was afraid i was boutta disappear 🙍🏽‍♀️🙍🏽‍♀️ he was talkin’ abt sum ‘sorry, ‘m sorry for disrupting you earlier. are you mad at me?’ BRAHHHHH. felt so bad i didn’t sleep the entire day, apologised to him & comforted him & just held him in my arms while he slept . NEVA AGAINNNN NEVAAAAAA

selfship ask game

#༄ : selfships.#༄ : anonymous.#SORRY this is jus me answering this ask like im face to face w u talking abt my selfship lore #😞😞 i will shut up now

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nacaharachuya · 1 year

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boycaca: (Im hoping you can answer to my submissions now since im assuming the reason you weren’t able to previously was bc i had to verify my email… smh i sat there trying to figure out how to do it for a few minutes man I’m telling you I’m in my boomer era 😭☝️

ANYWAYS watching you talk about how the idea/possibility of dazai being fit is not completely bonkers since he’s not actually weak and how bones twinkified him and took away his broad shoulders on twitter gives me life. You’re so right. They made my guy SKELETAL (alongside every other character tbh) in the anime and i cannot forgive that

Listen i get the prettyboy dazai belief I completely understand it but.. aurgh HANDSOME dazai is sumn else… i will forever cling to the idea that dazai is more of a handsome prettyboy than a beautiful prettyboy like a lifeline (does that even make sense) like i want harukawa to draw dazai without his shirt off not in a horny way but because i gotta see his shoulders underneath those clothes PLEASE 🙏 (okay so maybe i do say this in a horny way… only a little)

Istg if i were to achieve my dream art style i would draw dazai all day everyday you dont even understand. I’d probably start drawing the mf on my walls at some point because the way i would draw him similarly to spike from cowboy bebop is insane. Spike is one of the very few fictional characters that i am actually attracted to and despite the fact that i am not attracted to any bsd character i am so set on believing that dazai has a similar vibe to him. I can just feel it in my bones my skin my soul theres something about dazai that COULD be like spike. If i just tweaked him a liiiiiittle bit… the dazai i imagine in my mind would end up as another fictional crush (delusional) )

boycaca i think we're like the same person cause I LITERALLY AGREE SO HARD??!?!?!?!?!?! They twinked a lot of characters because bones decided to animate it differently than they had other mangas at that point. Usually, they were super good with staying on point with the style of the manga like noragami or vanitas or fma but GODDAMN THEY DROPPED THE BALL INTO ACID OR SOMETHING WITH BSD. harukawas style is so fluid and beautiful so maybe it would be harder for them to animate, but the extreme body changing I just hate. It's not only dazai ofc there's several other characters that got nerfed but dazai they sillified and twinkified and that has made me so sad.

I also just want to see them all lined up with their body types and SPIKE SPIEGEL FITS DAZAI SO WELL?? COWBOY BEBOP IS ONE OF MY ULT FAVS AND DAZAI AND SPIKE ARE WEIRDLY SIMILAR YOU GET IT!!!!!!!!!! The body type is broader shoulders and a slimmer waist (which tbh is just more of a masculine body type ik) is what dazai has but bones makes them look so...sick and skinny. I'm the world's biggest hater for them taking away the broad shoulders. like I think dazai has a natural classic beauty to him that makes him pleasant to look at because he's got an easy-to-digest face, but he is ultimately handsome. I have a few artists that have drawn him perfectly in my mind and it fits with his description of being a tall, lean, handsome man [look up @byuntaman on twt their dazai and chuu is perfect] I don't see him as very weak because there really is no basis to it when you are comparing him to chuuya. Chuuya's job was to bring the brawn and he was expected of that from the time of being with the Sheep, so naturally, when he's in the mafia he's going to keep up his reputation of being THE STRONG DUDE. It's unfair to compare Dazai to him tbh. Also, the pm trains their members, I'm guessing Dazai would go through that because Mori is not going to be willing to lose him from lack of prep. Yes, dazai is smart, but smarts don't get you out of a chokehold T_T.

I could rant about this all day long, but I think people just live with silly dazai too much and forget he's a capable person who can also defend himself and not just by manipulating the situation. It's a little far-fetched to think dazai can control EVERYTHING to the point of basically winning fights with his mind. like. no.

#submission #boycaca strikes again #bsd #bungou stray dogs #dazai osamu #dazai #i am the biggest hater for skinny dazai like #i think he was probably skinnier when he was a teen like so many teenage boys are at that point + his bad habits #but i think as he got older and as he matured he put on weight #and i also just really hate stick figure like characters cause i think it's lazy to have every single character super super skinn #asks

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crimsonblackrose · 2 years

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Actually kind of love the villain music and slow mo for what I assume is our female sensei...though should we be calling her something other than sensei because that’s Japanese? (ngl totally thought it was the start of the grinch theme and was like ah Silver. for the first cord for some reason 😂) I love that she’s like uhhhh no Kreese, this was last minute, and them comes with what 5 burly dudes.

The alternative title to Cobra Kai season 5, Terry Silver and the search for a partner. 😅 Terry Silver just out here looking for love in all the wrong people for his global domination plan. I thought for sure Silver broke Daniel’s arm. But it looks like he’s just sort of bruised and sore. the shiner sunglasses combo call back. Awww Devon liked karate so much she stuck with it and moved to Topanga. Oh no. So what’s the next All Valley going to be? Just Cobra Kai versus Cobra Kai? Can there be an All Valley if Silver buys out all the dojos? Poor Topanga karate. They used to create winners. Walking oil spill I bet Amanda does not know about Dynatox...but that’s still pointed enough.

Chozen and Johnny against Daniel will be fun. I don’t think I’ve heard 시작 pronounced in such a...calm way. I usually here it in 시작! But maybe that was the way my coworkers worked. 😅 And now I realize part of my classrooms were done in dojang style. Which if we’re doing Korean now then shouldn’t she be Sah Bah Nim or one of the Korean titles instead of sensei which is Japanese?

I’m also shocked Devon is still there in her Topanga gi.

I was not expecting Devon and Tory bonding but I’m here for it. However I miss her hanging out with Johnny. YES Johnny and Chozen talking about how awful they were. It’s delightful. But also important to realize what awful people they were. Chozen I’m so sorry that you have to keep these fools in line. Johnny wanting to jump in after Devon makes sense. And I appreciate that he cares when he sees them. But it’s like a baby’s object permanence. When they’re not around he’s not worried but as soon as he sees them and sees them in danger.... Subtitles are going to confuse me so much when she says things in Korean. The romanization is off. 🙃 Not to mention the pronunciation of some things are throwing me off. I’m use to 시작 sounding like CEASAR! Maybe it was the province I was in. 😂 I was kind of hoping we’d seen Devon run straight into Johnny and Chozen.

Doc I think you’re wrong about Kreese but we can agree to disagree. Oh man I was not expecting baby Johnny. Is that an actor or creepy CGI thing?

Again to Johnny’s throat. Sir how do you even talk any more?

Chozen and Johnny working together is my fav. I kind of love her not knowing what Daniel looks like so she thinks American= Daniel. 😂 “You bark like your blonde dog.” “I do more than bark.” Johnny what are you saying? Lol it took 2 of you to knock one down and you want to go up against 7. Johnny, Chozen. No. You know when I was first looking at the promo pictures for this season I saw Johnny in his soft hoodie and thought damn that looks familiar....and now he’s in a reddish one. Johnny are you stealing Miguel clothes? I swear these sweaters look like Miguels.

T_T He never did anything to Mr. Miyagi’s room and never went in there. Oh man. How did that work with all those teenagers hanging around? Uhhhh if you haven’t been in that room for so long then how the hell is that bonsai still alive? I love Chozen’s jump to do things. He is gasoline, a weapon, he will fight everyone, he wants to be the monster. And I love that Amanda has gotten use to him and is just like yes hon you would be a great monster but not what I need you for. Anthony was bad for what he did to Kenny but what Kenny and Kyler and co did was disgusting.

Chozen out here giving them all a home ec raise an egg project. Essentially the same lesson Johnny gave but rather than take or against each other it’s protect. I want Devon to be a mole for Miyagi do. Kyler thinks he’s #1...because he’s the only one whose left except Tory. The turnover rate in Cobra Kai is... a lot.

Listen Johnny shouldn’t be there. He’s not really...healed from what Kreese has done to him.

MY COUSIN VINNY REFERENCE! HECK YEAH!

Chozen out here just having a great time and I’m here for it. No one is getting hurt. He’s just playing a kids game. I love it. I don’t remember but didn’t he say when Daniel was visiting Okinawa that he taught kids? Dude’s shining like a star right now. Trickster uncle type. Demetri...I know you said madman using weapons but you did not see the gentle way he tapped out Anthony’s egg. He’s no where near as dangerous to you as Kreese was or heck even Johnny. Okay I like that, that to the kids Chozen is a combo of Johnny and Daniel. I also like that Anthony is trying and Chozen’s little proud smile as he cooks eggs. They needed this protective team work exercise for so long. Because Johnny and Daniel didn’t try to get them to work together. Not really right? Just tried to teach their way and didn’t work on any team building or rebuilding of burnt bridges. Kenny out here gaining confidence and literally using his fellow students as a spring board while Tory and Devon are learning friendship and bonding. Kyler a follower yes man is sadly your best spot to be.

What a weird design for Korea. I mean I could be wrong but those are supposed to be onggi right? I’ve never seen white ones. AHA! I was wondering if there’d be a world tournament! NICE!

😂Daniel you’ve spent too much time with Johnny. Unless Johnny wrote that.

#mumbling about shows #cobra kai spoilers

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bananaminbaby · 2 years

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how to live a happy life

Pairing: Nanami x f!reader

Content: angsty at the start, but fluffy at the end, just me rewriting nanamis storyline tbh

Warnings: jjk manga spoilers!!, one suggestive line

Notes: i just think he deserves his holiday and sorry this took so long T_T

Just thinking about how beautiful nanami would still be had he came home after shibuya.

His right side suffered major burns, lots of scars were left. His eyesight on the right is also no longer. But you still thought that he was as handsome as you first saw him.

You realised that when he came home he was different. He doesn't move much, he doesn't sleep much, he smiles less and he's even more quieter.

But you were patient. You promised that you'll be there in sickness and in health and even if you wanted to leave, you still loved this man too much that you'd end up going insane yourself.

Helping him put on his burn cream became a daily routine. Most of the time he just silently agrees to it. Some days, he'll feel a bit insecure and refuses your service and opts to do it himself behind the closed bathroom door. Sometimes you let him, because you're worried that he might feel restless not being able to do anything himself. But other times, you refuse and spend the time rubbing the cream on while saying sweet words, reminding him that you love him and no matter what the two you face or will face in the future, you'll always be there next to him.

A few years later, Nanami was finally enjoying Malaysia. Its a short one week holiday that had him brimming with excitement.

The weather was hot and humid, but the sea breeze helps. He was glad you insisted on splurging on a good resort location rather than getting a hotel near sightseeing locations.

Now he's sitting on the hotel room patio that was looking out to the private beach. There were a few people, from the neighbouring rooms, on the beach but it was still quiet nevertheless.

"How's the avocado juice?" you asked him as you stepped outside from the hotel room.

"It's interesting? It's not bitter, like i thought it would be, they must've used a lot of sugar," he frowned.

You laughed at his response, "you barely eat any sugar, Kento. A bit of sugar here and there won't hurt," you said as you slid next to him on the single - but large enough to squeeze two in - beach chair.

"what do you mean I barely eat sugar? Didn't i just do you two days ago before we left?" He asked, sliding an arm around your waist, bringing you even closer to him.

Your cheeks flushed, "Kento!" you smacked his chest and buried your face on it, too embarrassed to make eye contact with him.

Nanami laughed. It was a full laugh. Something that you would never get tired of and something that you always yearned to hear.

"she could've heard that," you said. He wrapped his both his arms around you and left a peck on the crown of your head. "Sorry, love, couldn't help it. But, where is she? I thought you were helping her with her floaties?"

And as if he was summoning the devil, a barrage of loud footsteps made its way outside the room.

"MOMMY I CAN'T MAKE IT GO PUFFY" the toddler handed you her half blown arm floaties with apparent distraught etched on her face.

Behind you, Nanami chuckled. "Go on mommy, make it go puffy," he imitated his daughter. You rolled your eyes at him, but scooted off the bench to squat down in front of your little girl.

"But baby, I thought you said that you could blow it yourself?" you said as you took the floaties from her.

Her shoulders slumped slightly and she started to rock her foot backwards and forwards, "I thought I could do it, but I couldn't blow it hard enough," she pouted.

Instantly, you melted because of her cuteness. "Alright, alright. I'll do it for ya," you said as you proceeded to blow the floaties.

"Yay!" She squealed. "Daddy! Daddy! I can't wait to get in the water! Kobayashi Sensei said that they're really salty!" Your daughter excitedly rambles as she climbs up to sit on your husband's lap.

Nanami pushed his sunglasses to the top of his head to get a better view of the little girl in front of him. "Well, do you know why its salty, bunny?" He asked as he pushed her stray bangs away from her face. The little girl shook her head.

"That's because when the fishermen try to catch fishes, the fishes run away, so they sweat and that's why its salty."

You could only roll your eyes at your husband, but even then you couldn't stop the smile creeping in. What a dork.

"So sea water is fish sweat?" She asked. Nanami nodded while biting his lips, trying to stop his laugh.

"EW!! NO! I DON'T WANT TO SWIM IN FISH SWEAT!" She shrieked and threw herself on Nanami, burying her tiny face on her dad's chest.

The laughter that Nanami tried to hold came spluttering out. Music to your ears, really. But soon after, you couldn't hold yours either.

"Your dad is just joking, sweetie," you said, wiping away the tears that formed.

You placed the blown floaties on the floor and approached the girl. "Huh?" She lifted her head up, her chubby cheeks red from rubbing against Nanami's shirt.

You rubbed her back and propped up your chin with your other hand. "Daddy is just joking, honey. Sea water is sea water," you said.

Nanami huffed. "Aww.. where's the fun in that, mommy," Nanami said as he slid his arms around your shoulders.

"The fun will be playing in the water because we spent a lot of money for the resort, daddy," you shot a pointed look at him, which he replied with a snort.

"So its not fish sweat?" She turned to her dad, trying to get a confirmation. Nanami sighed and nodded, "yes, bunny. It's not fish sweat."

You turned to your daughter, "do you still want to swim then, bunny?" You asked. And it didn't take her long to answer, "Yeah! Yeah, I want to swim!".

"Let's go! Let's go!" She bounced on her seat, which was Nanami's stomach, making the man grunt.

"Okay, okay, we're going," you scooped her up on your arms and took her floaties on the other. "Okay, here we go!" You stood up and started to make your way to the waters.

"COME ON DADDY!"

"I'm coming, bunny."

But, Nanami took his time. He stayed seated, watching the two of you now playing some sort of tag on the beach.

A few years ago, this - having a family - would be the last thing he had on his mind. He was too busy and it was too risky. Then Shibuya happened and he thought he wasn't going to go home to you. But he did. After Shibuya, he thought that you'd leave because he was different and he could do less than what he normally would, but you didn't.

You were patient with him and was there for him when he was at his lowest. And honestly, he felt so lucky that he had you by his side.

You convinced him that he was worth it. That it was worth giving life another chance. Thats it was worth giving himself a chance to live the life he didn't think was possible.

Now he looks at the two people who are the center of his world. The ones that taught him that it was possible to love someone that much. And the ones who showed him how to live a happy life. And every second he thanks you for believing in him that he can pull through.

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stannienight · 3 years

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hi hi!! i saw you didn’t have many asks so i took this as my chance😈

i haven’t rlly seen this anyway but hcs of saiki with an s/o who’s like just as pretty as teruhashi or hell even prettier if you will. (idk it’s rlly up to you) but instead she’s actually just as sweet as she is on the outside, in the inside. also bakes and brings him sweets bc that’s all i’ve ever wanted to do☹️

hi!!! i'm sooo sorry i'm late i got like two root canals and then had a migraine for three days straight- anyways, excuses aside, here are your hcs! i hope they're what you expected them to be i'm not really sure T_T

(sorta long because my brain runs at 100mph)

s/o uses she/her pronouns!

saiki's really beautiful s/o headcanons

- he unintentionally compares all of teruhashi's and his s/o's thoughts and LOVES the difference

- every time they meet someone new teruhashi thinks along the lines of "they're probably stunned by my beauty" but his s/o just thinks like a normal person "damn those are some nice shoes" "omg i have the same earrings" "their eyeliner is so on point ugh"

- of course teruhashi is very jealous, not only because of saiki dating but also because his s/o's prettier (her focus shifts from saiki to being even more beautiful which is an absolute win for saiki as well)

- saiki remembers his s/o whenever he listens to "what makes you beautiful" by one direction but he'd never tell her

- no because how does she have no idea that she's absolutely stunning people literally fall at her feet when she enters the room-

- whenever they're in public saiki can always sense the adoring thoughts people have over his girl so he makes it very blatant that they're dating (arm around the waist, forehead kisses, the works)

- she gets hit on SO often saiki is tired at this point

- superpowers aside he gets jealous sometimes too you know

- if he sees a man making her uncomfortable he will reflexively yeet them into the stratosphere

- "saiki that was a bit unecessary-" "are you okay?" "am i... yeah... thanks :]" "good :]"

- saiki feels like he doesn't deserve her a LOT because he's soOoo average (lol you wish saiki) and she's absolutely drop-dead gorgeous

- also often thinks he's wrong for dating her because she deserves better and he's not really great at showing affection (he doesn't touch her much because he's afraid he might accidentally blow her up or something, and he's a tsundere in general)

- but when she bakes stuff for him he knows he has found The One™

- she brings him a present. he looks at her adorable, excited face. he looks at the present. it's sweets. he swears his soul leaves his body for a moment. wants to propose to her instantly

- is plagued with the thought "how did i get this lucky" every single time he sees her

- he loves listening to her thoughts because although she's so gorgeous she thinks about such MUNDANE things like what she wants to have for dinner???

- her mind is as beautiful as her, she has the most amazing creative ideas as well and saiki will fondly listen to her speak about them even though he already knows

- she's so kind too she basically changed saiki's perception of humanity

- he always had a thing against good-looking people because they get an ego about it but his s/o absolutely clueless about her beauty

- saiki sometimes tries to show her how beautiful she is but she puts it down to him being a sweet boyfriend

- that being said she isn't self-deprecating or anything, she just doesn't think much of appearances and saiki thinks that's wonderful

that's all, i hope it was okay! <3

send me more asks for hcs, oneshots, or anything in general!

(i have also joined the haikyu fandom so i will take asks for that as well, if anyone has to offer any <3)

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Tony Stark x Fem!Reader, married couple trying to conceive a baby. Tony is dying to be a father e he really wants to put a baby inside his wife's belly 🥵

We need more smut and fluff with this man and your writing is fucking amazing, girl

The Relaxing Shower || Tony Stark

Tony Stark x Wife!Fem!reader

Summary: After yet another failed attempt at trying to conceive for a baby with your husband Tony, he makes one last suggestion that involves you, him and a very hot shower together...

TW: Small bit of Fluff, Just a Small Sprinkle of Angst, Lots of Smut, Adult Language/Swearing, Dirty Talk, Kissing/Making Out, Fingering (Kinda), Vanilla Vaginal/Shower Sex, Praise Kink (Kinda?), Nudity, Playful Banter/Jokes, Established Relationship, Aftercare, Mention of Failed Conception, Mention of IVF Treatment, Talking about Pregnancy Tests (Failed ones T_T)

Word Count: 2,900

A/N: Thank you Anon for the request! I really enjoyed writing this and hopefully you like it! This took me two days to write and edit for some odd reason because idk why but I got a bit too involved with the whole plot line of this request XD also side note is that THERE IS NO BREEDING KINK IN THIS! I personally am not a fan of the kink but to each their own I just wanted yall to have a heads up that this fic is safe to read if your uncomfy with that specific kink because so am I!

This was already the third test this month you were taking and now it was just time to wait. Having to wait three painful minutes to see the results of probably yet again another negative test. You and Tony have been trying to conceive for quite some time now but every time was sadly a failed attempt in getting pregnant. There was nothing wrong with you or him at all, if anything you both were healthy and also a very sexually active married couple. For some reason, the timing was never right or you would miss your ovulation window by a slim chance. You were starting to slowly give up on the dream of creating a family with him and you wondered if this was the universe's way of telling you that maybe having kids just wasn't for you.

You sat on the toilet seat cover, your leg bouncing uncontrollably, waiting and waiting, drumming your fingers against your thigh. You couldn't stop staring at that evil pink line staring back at you, laughing at your face. You tried looking away to distract yourself but all you could seem to do was just become more anxious by the minute and hope that today would be the day that two pink lines would appear instead of a measly one.

You heard the timer on your phone beeping and going off, you quickly scrambled to grab the test off the bathroom counter and when you looked at that single line your face fell completely flat. Negative. You dragged yourself out of the bathroom with the test in hand and you made your way over to the living room where you saw Tony studying, moving pieces of the hologram he was working on back and forth, reading and studying some of the new technology for his suit. He quickly popped out of his seat on the sofa when he saw you walk in and his steps got quicker walking over to you flicking off his reading glasses.

"So what was the result of the evil pee stick?" He said with a chuckle trying his best to always lighten up the mood with his playful demeanor.

"Negative...again." You said with a sigh, holding up the test for him to see. You buried your head in his chest as yet again you were at your limit and defeated because of how tired you were of always being let down.

"Oh, sweetheart I'm sorry...I really am," He said to you hugging you close, his hand cradling your head close to his chest and just embracing you.

"We are going to keep on trying, I promise. I don't care how long it takes we are going to have a baby," He raked his fingers through your hair trying to calm you down when you started to sob into his chest and that just made him want to hold you closer.

"You know we can still explore our options. I've been reading up on IVF and the results look promising-" He was cut off mid-sentence when you pulled your head away, looking up at him, your arms wrapping around his torso.

"I'm just tired, Tony...I know there are other options but I really wanted us to have this baby ourselves without any help and I don't think I can go through another disappointment even with help." Your voice was on the edge of breaking because of how sad and hard it was just to get pregnant. How was it that so many people it was so easy and for you, it was such a difficult process?

"Don't worry sweetheart, we are going to get through this together. I have a feeling that soon we will get there. Rome wasn't built in a day remember?" His hands went to cup your face as he looked deep into your sad eyes knowing that this was hard for him but even harder on you.

"How did I get so lucky to have you in my life, Tony?" You questioned trying to crack a smile to show him everything was fine.

"Now that I don't have an answer for but what I do have an answer for is that I know exactly what will cheer you up." He said grabbing your hand and leading you in the direction of the bathroom once again.

"Tony what are you even talking about-" You finally got the idea when you both were in the bathroom and you looked towards the very large and luxurious shower that was big enough to fit probably a whole party of people in.

"A shower?" You questioned, your eyebrow-raising at him as he turned around to face you, holding your hands.

"Yes, we are going to save some water. The water bill was extremely high last month." He said with a chuckle, a small smirk following it as he started to already unbutton his dress shirt but you had stopped his fingers halfway, taking over unbuttoning the rest for him and helping him shimmy it off his shoulders.

"Is that your subtle way of inviting me to join you?" You asked, your hands placing themselves on the nape of his neck while they slowly slid down his now naked torso, your fingers dipping into his collarbones, tracing over his pecks and ghosting over his abs as your hands found themselves on his hips.

"Call it whatever you want sweetheart but I guarantee you will feel so much better after a relaxing shower with yours truly." A smirk grew across his lips while his hands found your waist, his fingers teasing at the bottom of your shirt until he was able to pull it over your head and fling it into the laundry basket.

"That's definitely an invitation I can't turn down then." You bit your lip in response as your fingers started to tease with his belt buckle, unbuckling it as you pulled down his pants for him and he kicked them off to the side.

Before he could reach to take your pants off for you, you backed away teasing him, slowly undoing your pants yourself. He continued to stripe himself of his socks and boxer briefs while you flung your bra and panties into the laundry hamper and you looked over your shoulder to see him already entering the shower and putting on the water to heat it up. You tried covering as much of your body as you could with your arms crossing your body and keeping your legs as closed as possible. For some reason even though you had both seen each other completely butt naked before you always wanted it to still be tasteful and somewhat of a reveal when he saw you completely naked.

You slowly entered the shower and made sure to slide the glass door closed. You saw Tony's back facing you, the water falling over his body and dripping down his skin. You came up behind him, your arms wrapping around his torso, your hands placing themselves on his chest and you pressed your naked body up against his, breasts pushing into his back. Water now was falling over both of you and your hair was slicked back as it flowed down your shoulders.

"Hey there Mr. Stark." You managed to whisper into his ear and the minute he heard your voice he turned around to face you.

"Hello there Mrs. Stark," His voice was low and whispered as the space between you both was only closing the closer you got.

"Ladies first..." He trailed off grabbing the shampoo bottle off the shelf and squirted some into the palm of his hand and his fingers slowly raked through your hair, working their magic while slowly massaged your scalp. You hummed happily in response as the feeling felt so relaxing and therapeutic.

His hands rinsed out the soap suds while your hands had instinctively placed themselves on his hips making sure he stayed close to you. His touch was so caring and gentle with you, he had you in the palm of his hands (literally). He reached for the body wash and started with your neck, massaging the knots that seemed to be stuck in between your neck and shoulders traveling down to your collar bone. A stray moan escaped your lips as he traveled down further, both his hands cupping your breasts unexpectedly and sliding over your torso until he reached your hips. His grip seemed to have gotten harder as he kept on going, pressing lightly into your thighs, squeezing the flesh there. Tony took you by surprise by grabbing and turning you around quickly and starting again at the top, hands going down your back, tracing patterns into your shoulder blades and ghosting down your spine. His hands landed on your ass and squeezed rather harshly as he seemed to be kneading it softly. His hands went back to your hips and he suddenly pulled you closer to him, your ass was right up against his hips and the both of you were now underneath the showerhead, water rinsing you off.

"Are you starting to feel more relaxed now?" He asked leaning in closer and whispering in your ear from behind.

You could feel him flutter kisses on your shoulder, his hands gliding along your hipbone, teasing you as they traveled towards the direction of your inner thigh but then pulling away when he was close to your heat, your legs were clenching up at the dirty thoughts building up at what he could do with those skillful fingers of his.

"I think...I-I'm far from relaxed right now..." Your voice could barely get out, you were already crumbling by his touch.

"Really? I wonder why? How about you tell me, sweetheart." He said while his hands made their way back up to your breasts, cupping them from behind and his thumb flicking over your nipple which made you bite your lip in response to hold in a moan.

"Ah...Tony I-" Was all you could manage to say as you felt him press up against your body harder, taking a few steps forward until your front was flushed against the shower tiles, your hands going up to press against the wall to keep your balance.

"I can't help you sweetheart if you don't tell me what you need." His breath seemed to be hotter than the water and steam in the shower. He continued to whisper to you and your head was flushed against the shower tiles, your neck turned completely to the side so you could see him in your peripheral vision.

"Please...I want you..." You managed to say and you could already feel his hard cock teasing you from behind, the head slipping and sliding through your folds. You were desperate to just have him be inside you, your hips grinding on him rolling back.

"Fuck-" You heard him curse under his breath.

He wasted no time thrusting into you, a moan escaping your lips as you took his whole length. You gripped onto the shower wall for dear life, keeping your neck turned wanting to watch as he fucked you, moving slowly in and out. He leaned in closer kissing your lips hungrily and he tried steadying the both of you with his hands on your hip making sure to keep the rhythm going as he thrusted hard and faster into you. His other hand made its way down slowly to your front, sliding down your thigh and going to rub your clit which drove you completely over the edge. Your lips kept crashing against his while the both of you tried to move and kiss at the same time, grunted moans escaping both of your lips as you felt him pound into you.

His kisses were ravenous and you could feel your legs go weak but his hands held you steady and close to him the faster he went. Long strokes of his tongue against yours, teeth catching your lips in bites, groans, and moans caught in one another's mouths and swallowed up as the water cascaded over both your bodies. Your loud moans echoed against the shower walls as his groans got louder between the gasps of air you both took for air.

"I'm so close..." He managed to whisper into your ear, his teeth grazing your earlobe nibbling at the sensitive skin and his kisses made their way down your neck burying his nose into the small space, leaving open-mouthed kisses there and on your shoulder blade.

You managed to keep one hand on the tiles keeping yourself steady while your other hand reached down for you to rub your own clit faster, feeling everything go numb, feeling his cock twitch inside you after he had kept pounding your g-spot over and over again. The both of you moaned almost in sync as his thrusts got sloppier and your hips seemed to lose control until everything came to a slow stop. The two of you clearly having reached your highs at the same time. You were completely dazed, still pressed up against the tiles, letting the water fall over your body for a moment while Tony pulled out of you. His arms immediately embracing you, the feeling of being surrounded by him was warm and loving, his lips kissing your neck and cheek softly.

"Clearly both you and I have very different ideas of what relaxing is." You said with a small chuckle as you found the strength to turn around in his arms to face him. Your hands cupped his face while water was pouring all over his head.

"Well did it work though? I'm still waiting for an answer." He questioned raising an eyebrow at you.

"I'll let you know next time," You said with a smirk on your face quickly kissing his lips, pecking them.

"But right now we need to hurry up or else we will turn into prunes at this rate. Your turn now." You reached over to grab the shampoo bottle and squirted some into your palm as he lazily had his arms around your torso keeping you close.

"Fine...let's be quick then." He sighed, your fingers plunging into his hair, raking and slowly massaging his head and you knew how much he loved having his hair pulled and touched so you made sure to take extra care of it.

You had done the same thing he had to your body, making sure to have your fingers run across every inch of his skin, washing him down. You even tried working your magic by massaging the knots in his shoulders and pressing against every single muscle, your nails tracing along his veins. You could feel his hands clench your body tighter the lower your hands ventured down his body but despite his demeanor of wanting to continue the funny business in the shower all you kept whispering to him was "Let's save it for next time." and all he did in response was sigh in annoyance. Even though he seemed to be the one in control he always did what you told him to do anyways. You both rinsed off in the water until you were fully cleaned and well "relaxed" according to Tony's definition of the word...

One Week Later...

Back to square one again and maybe fourth time would be the charm this time around. There you were sitting on the toilet again a place you had ultimately started to hate when it came to taking pregnancy tests. You kept staring at what seemed like the pink line of death and you tried to wait patiently this time and you were hoping that maybe just maybe there was a small chance that this would be the one.

The timer had finally gone off and you had closed your eyes picking up the test and slowly you opened your eyes to see that it was...Positive! You couldn't contain your excitement at all and you literally screamed at the top of your lungs as you saw finally two lines on the test and you were just jumping with joy. You had caused such a commotion that Tony came running into the bathroom and his eyes wandered to the test in your hand and he clearly connected two and two together. Your head whipped around to look at him and your eyes were filled with happy tears as you just looked at him and nodded your head.

"Tony...it's positive!" You said while you ran into his arms and hugged him so tightly that you both even stumbled back a few steps.

"So I'm really going to be a dad?!" He asked his voice almost cracking at the thought that it was really happening, you both had tried so hard all this time and now you were seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.

"Yes! I can't believe it! I'll have to go to the doctor to confirm it but I don't even care. I'm just so happy right now!" You said quickly, your heart was racing knowing that you finally were pregnant after so long of trying it happened.

Turns out that "Relaxing Shower" of Tony's really did work its own little miracle enough to finally get you pregnant just like the two had been wanting and hoping for so long.

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disaster-j · 2 years

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hi there i love your blog

what are your top rated bls of all time. i need some recs.

Hi anon! Sorry this took forever I was busy when I first saw this ask and then it got buried under all the others 😔 but! Of course I have recs for you!

Not gonna go for the obvious ones like Theory of Love or A Tale of a Thousand Stars or even Bad Buddy which I really do love despite my hatred for the finale bc you likely already know those. So here’s some BLs I looooove but don’t really post about-

1. Light On Me- korean bl, high school setting, love triangle done Very Well. I did talk about this a bunch when it was airing but not so much anymore. It’s definitely my favourite k bl tho and I love it with all my heart. 1000/10 would recommend, absolute perfection.

2. Gameboys- filo bl set near the start of the quarantine, showcases the sudden shift in lifestyle caused by the pandemic, the rise of online intimacy and coping with long distance relationships, very cute and heartwarming show. Everyone should watch it at least once.

3. Dark Blue Kiss- thai bl, this one is a bit controversial bc a lot of people hate it but to me this show- particularly PeteKao’s plot line -did a really good job of exploring the effects of issues like internalised homophobia and being forced to be closeted by societal pressure on queer relationships. A lot of people who watch it completely miss the nuance of the plot tho and just reduce it to an overdone jealousy arc which isn’t even the case. Anyway, I think DBK is a lot better than most people realise and it definitely holds some really important conversations about queerness in modern times.

4. Mr Heart- korean bl, short and cutesy story featuring secret crushes, (re)meet cutes and a lot of running (with a dash of poverty struggles)

5. A Man Who Defies The World of BL- japanese bl, parodies the cliché and/or toxic sides of the bl industry and bl culture by setting up the story from the pov of a man who realises he’s an extra in a bl world and makes it his mission to avoid falling into a romantic plot line by all means. It’s funny and simple and does a great job of highlighting the ridiculous nature of some of the most prevalent bl tropes.

6. Kieta Hatsukoi- japanese bl, cutesy high school concept ft shenanigans and queer realisations. I was actually really hyping this up when it started airing but then Bad Buddy and Not Me started and it got lost in the excitement of those two. Still, it’s a really cute and wholesome show and I really enjoyed it. Highly recommend if you like fluff.

7. To My Star- korean bl, celebrity au AND they were roommates! This one was super fluffy and wholesome too and there’s gonna be a s2 with (allegedly) lots of domestic fluff. Definitely recommend watching s1 before s2 comes around.

8. Cherry Magic- japanese bl, finally something with grown ups T_T and! There’s really good aroace rep! This is one of those shows that I don’t really obsess over much but if you ask me for a list of my faves it’ll be there at the top without a doubt. Definitely my favourite japanese show so far.

Annnd that’s all I can think of atm. What are some of you guys’ fave BLs? Or just Asian dramas in general? Also I kinda wanna do a non bl thai show rec now too, should I?

#ask #anon #bl recs #recs

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childe-dni · 3 years

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A Long Day for the Adeptus

xiao x reader

word count: 600+

genre: fluff

warnings: not really proof read

your adeptus boyfriend seeks comfort in you after a long day

a/n; this is my first work that I'm ever like... letting anybody else see ever so if anyone does find this please have mercy haha I am new to this T_T anyways I hope you enjoy!!

It had been a warm and surprisingly serene day at Wangshu Inn. There were none of the usual malfunctions for you to take care of so you had mostly spent your time mingling with the other residents or relaxing on your own, letting a book take hold of your attention instead. But now that the day was coming to a close - sun setting, sky darkening, atmosphere unwinding – you found yourself standing on the topmost balcony of the inn, arms resting against the railings. The gentle evening breeze swept past you whilst you took in the view of the wilderness in liyue, enrapturing you in the scene.

Ending your days here in wait of your lover had become routine, you hadn’t even realised you were there until you felt firm hands grasp onto your hips, causing you to jolt in surprise before you were pulled backwards into a solid chest. Strong arms meandered around your waist and a face burrowed into your neck, releasing a sigh onto you as it did so. This gesture alone was more than enough to help deduce who it was that was clinging to you, as no one else would breathe such a sigh of relief upon contact with you, other than the adeptus xiao.

You slightly swivelled your hips in the arms of the man behind you and he understood your signal, giving you room to turn around to face him completely. And when you took the opportunity, your eyes were met with the most gorgeous face you had ever seen. Amber eyes bore into yours, emerald green and teal hair framing the elegant visage of the man before you. Of course the countenance of your lover was one you had grown used to seeing but his supernatural beauty never failed to infatuate and mesmerise you.

You cupped his face with your right hand while letting your left hand run through his soft hair. Your boyfriend immediately leaned into your touch, eyes squeezed tightly shut as he focused on the gentle feeling of your skin against his.

Xiao seldom initiated contact with you, usually opting to let you take the lead, leaving him to silently bask in whichever form of intimacy you had chosen to indulge in with him. However, on the rare occasions like these where he would instigate contact with you, you would need to decide between teasing him, grinning as you singsong something along the lines of ‘I can tell you just missed me so much’ or silently accepting his advancements. From how tense he felt against your hands, you could tell that poking fun at him wasn’t the best course of action at the moment.

“Long day, darling?” you murmured knowingly, to which he responded by humming lowly in confirmation and rubbing his face along the hand that was holding him ever so tenderly.

Xiao took the time to relish the friction caused by his movements coupled with the way your fingers were gently circling his temple, the feeling grounding him and affirming your tangibility.

You brought him into a hug, hand leaving xiao’s face and moving to rest on his nape while the other continued to stroke his hair. He buried his face into the crook of your neck once more, this time breathing in deeply to take in as much of you as he possibly could in that moment. His grip on you was slowly but surely tightening in desperation to keep you close. But it wasn’t like he needed to do this, you didn’t plan on going anywhere any time soon.

“not to worry, dear. I’m here now.”

You felt the way he nearly instantly relaxed at your words, causing you to smile before whispering, “I’m here to stay.”

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin xiao #xiao x reader #childe-dni writes

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hypmic-writings · 3 years

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hi could I request a scenario of ninja kuko and the reader? maybe reader is a street vendor of some sorts that kuko often visits? feel free to ignore if this is too broad tho! I just really adored the concept and the cards and I'm sad there aren't many x reader fics with ninja kuko T_T

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Pairing: Ninja!Kuko Harai x reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,798

A/N: Y’all I didn’t just run with this idea, I sprinted with it haha I love ninja!Kuko so much! I feel like it really fits him and I love those card picutres as well so this one was incredibly fun to write! Hope it’s along the lines of what you wanted and that you enjoy~

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The warm autumn sun shined brightly above as Kuko walked through the streets of his hometown, waving to familiar faces every now and then. The ninja took a deep breath, happy to be home for the first time in a long while and not off warring in some far away state. Although he still donned his armor, red mask he usually wore hung low, attached to his belt right next to his sheathed sword, both moving in time with his long strides.

There was a light chatter throughout the village – the harvest season had been going well so far, and there was no doubt that the people would be able to be well fed throughout the winter. This made Kuko feel relief as he wouldn’t have to worry about working with the local town leaders to travel to different villages in order to trade for food.

Instead, he could stay in his hometown and enjoy the bountiful harvest in his favorite way – food stalls.

With a wide grin, Kuko strolled down the main street, peeking at each of the carts, looking for his favorite one. There weren’t many so it didn’t take him long to find yours, but as soon as he did, his smile got even bigger. He watched you serve an elderly gentleman from afar, head tilted slightly with sharp, catlike eyes tracking your every movement.

He was drawn to your smile almost immediately as you poured the man a bowl of miso soup. There was a warmth that blossomed in his heart when he watched you bowl on it, warning the old man of the heat and carefully handing him the bowl. Your gentle movements were hypnotic, and Kuko found it impossible to tear his eyes away from you.

It wasn’t long before you sent the man off on his way and Kuko took his place, walking over to your stall and giving you a small wave with a bright smile.

“Hey there, Y/N,” Kuko said, casually. He was trying to act casual, not wanting to sound as excited as he felt at the prospect of seeing you again.

“Kuko! It’s been too long!” you exclaimed.

It had been months since the two of you last saw each other. Kuko had gone on several missions back-to-back at the behest of his shogun and hadn’t been able to visit at all. There were currently multiple oppositional forces working in neighboring towns, and the fighting had ramped up to a level that Kuko had never experienced before.

As you glanced at your friend, you couldn’t help but stare. There was a change in him that you noticed, but that you couldn’t quite pin down. Perhaps he had gotten taller, or more built, but the fact remained that his presence was much more intense now than it had even been a few months earlier.

It made you wonder what he had been through, fighting on the battlefield.

“Do I have something on my face?” Kuko asked, his voice pulling you from your thoughts.

“Huh?” you asked, blinking a few times.

“Nothing, you were just staring at me,” Kuko said, a half-grin, half-smirk resting on his lips. “I don’t really mind it though, you can stare if you want to,” he mused, feeling confident as he took a step away from your stall as if to give you a better look.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the smile that rose to your lips. It had been too long since you’d been able to banter with anyone like this, most of the villagers would never be so bold, and if you were being honest with yourself, you had missed Kuko.

He came by your stall so often when he had been living there the previous year that you wondered if he even knew how to cook for himself. You knew his profession as a ninja kept him busy, though, so you only playfully commented on it, still more than happy to have his patronage and his company.

“If I was staring at you it’s only because I practically forgot who you were,” you lied. “I haven’t seen you in so long, I had to make sure it was really you,” you teased him, pulling out one of the larger bowls in your arsenal.

“That hurts, Y/N!” Kuko exclaimed, dramatically. “How could you forget your favorite customer?” he asked, pulling off his sword and setting it down on the table beside him as he sat down facing you.

“You’re my most frequent customer. Not my favorite,” you clarified, pointing your ladle at Kuko and making him purse his lips.

“Aw man, are you kidding me? I leave for a few months and that old man took my spot as your favorite customer?” Kuko cried out, waving in the direction of the old man that had just left your stall moments before. You smiled at Kuko, shaking your head and beginning to pour him a bowl of soup.

“He’s not the only one – with the crops doing so well this year, people have more money to spend. Business is booming,” you told him, unable to control the excitement in your voice.

It was obvious to Kuko that your miso soup stall was your prized achievement. He had known you for so long and had practically watched the business grow from the ground up. You were always working hard and Kuko admired the determination and drive that made you, you.

“As it should be!” he declared as if it was a fact. “I’d wager this is the best damn miso soup in all of Japan!”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” you chuckled, setting the bowl down in front of him.

As you did so, Kuko reached for the bowl and your fingers brushed against each other’s ever so slightly. The touch was so light and lasted for such a short moment, and yet it made your heart skip a beat in your chest. You forced yourself to tear your eyes away from Kuko, staring down at your pot of soup instead.

“Ah, that hits the spot…it’s so warm! Did you add more vegetables this time?” Kuko asked, oblivious to your inner conflict as he snarfed down the soup at breakneck speed.

“Yea, I did but please slow down! I don’t know what to do if you choke on that soup,” you exclaimed, waving your hands at Kuko in a slight panic. He only laughed though, and continued to slurp the soup happily.

“Well I’ve travelled everywhere so you can take it from me – your soup is always the most filling! Any chance I could get another bowl?” Kuko asked, sheepishly grinning. Your heart swelled at his words of praise, but you quickly pulled yourself together, nodding and reaching out to take the bowl from him. Kuko was about to hand it to you when he suddenly stopped.

Without warning, he reached out and grabbed your hand, pulling it close to his face, mere inches away. The motion pulled you closer to him, making you yelp as you instinctively leaned in.

“Kuko!” you exclaimed in confusion. The ninja ignored you as he continued to inspect your hand closely.

“Y/N, is this a burn? Did you hurt yourself on the stove?” Kuko asked, bringing his wide eyes up to meet your own nervous ones. You could only nod slowly as you recalled last week back to him.

“Oh, um, yes. I was making some soup and there was a scuffle on the street. The fight got a little too close to the stall and some of the soup fell on my hand. It’s really not that big of a deal though, the burn isn’t bad – the doctor said it should heal in the next few weeks,” you quickly recounted, still staring deeply into Kuko’s eyes, acutely aware of his hand still holding your own.

His touch was softer than you had expected. You could feel the callouses from all of his years of training rubbing against your skin, but his hold on you was gentle as if he was afraid to squeeze your hand too tightly. His fingers were slender but long, longer than your own and you felt the heat burn in your face as your thoughts continued to run through your head.

“I should have been there, I would’ve broken up that fight in minutes…listen, Y/N, you have to be more careful!” Kuko exclaimed, his eyes burning brightly as he looked back down to your hand.

“I know…I will be, I’m sorry,” you said, your voice small against his passionate one.

“Don’t apologize when you haven’t done anything wrong,” he said, his voice frustrated.

Kuko sighed as he stared down at your hand. It was so small compared to his and he imagined what it would feel like to hold it properly. Suddenly realizing his position, his eyes widened and he began to panic. It wasn’t appropriate at all for a man to hold anyone’s hand in public like this unless it was his spouse and the last thing he wanted was to tarnish your reputation. He quickly let go of your hand and cleared his throat as if he had just remembered something.

“Anyways, you’ll have to point out the men that were fighting so that I can beat them up for hurting you,” Kuko said, plainly, making you falter.

“No way! I’m not gonna let you beat anyone up on my behalf!” you scolded, your cheeks slowly returning to their natural temperature as you poured Kuko another bowl of soup.

“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt them that badly! I’m not even allowed to draw my sword for those kinds of things,” he laughed, a toothy grin showing itself.

“Something tells me you have more weapons than just your sword,” you mumbled, shooting him a knowing look. Kuko simply shrugged and crossed his hands behind his neck.

“I promise it’ll be fists only,” he teased, making you groan.

Kuko grinned as you scolded him, silently thanking the universe for allowing him to come back to his home unscathed. He had missed his village dearly, but it was becoming more and more clear to him that he had also missed you. It wasn’t the right time to confess those feelings, but Kuko could feel them there, burning inside of him and longing to be set free. He wondered if you felt the same, and found that he wasn’t sure, but he was never one to turn down a challenge.

For now, he would have to appreciate what he had. Being a ninja was difficult and he didn’t always know if he was going to come back, so he vowed to spend what little, assured time he had with you.

Even if that meant eating a bowl of miso soup every day.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

#hypmic #hypnosis mic #hypnosis microphone #kuko #kuko harai #kuko x reader #kuko harai x reader #ninja!kuko #imagines #scenarios #hypmic imagines #hypmic scenarios #hypnosis mic imagines #hypnosis mic scenarios #hypnosis microphone imagines #hypnosis microphone scenarios

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tsunchani · 3 years

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heeseung - strangers

࿐ྂ (@enhypenwriters collaboration)

࿐ྂ word count: 5.8k+

࿐ྂ pairing: stranger!heeseung x stranger!reader

࿐ྂ genre: PG-15, strangers to lovers!au and 1990's!au

࿐ྂ warning: a bit sad. heeseung first relationship! lee heeseung fans line up!

࿐ྂ credits:

special thanks to...

1. lovely twinnie @chaoticdeobi! thank you love for being my beta-reader! my twinnie was meant to expand it, i am owning the storyline! + she falls for heeseung.

2. bong-vely sissy @jung-snoopy-woo, thank you for liking the story and encourage me with your lovely words!

࿐ྂ pritty's note: i am sorry, it’s delayed i know T_T!

so this is for you guys! i hope you like it, please comment and reblog! enjoy the story love!

23rd June, 1991.

“Yo, Heeseung, my man!” The mentioned lad grinned, approaching his campus best friend, Jay, and greeting him with a high five. Heeseung smiled widely, delighted to meet his friend even if it was probably the last time he’d see him in person, in a very long time.

After getting transferred to one of Australia’s universities, it was only appropriate for Jay to host a farewell party, at least.

“Yo Jay, my handsome man!”

“Yeah, I am the handsome man here!” He replied, opening his arms and acknowledging the compliment, although there wasn’t a hint of conceit in his voice.

“Well, I mean, girls are all over you.” Heeseung jokes, right hand inside his pocket as he slung the other on Jay's shoulder.

“Come on now, we both know who’s fooling around, heeseung. Girls are all over you.” Bringing his wine glass to his mouth, he sipped on the cola and savored the flavor lingering on his lips and tongue.

Heeseung chuckled, then turning his head to glance at the waitress holding a tray with drinks placed on it. Heeseung didn’t miss the way her eyes were already fixed on his figure. He grabbed the cola smoothly from the tray when she passed by him, without daring to make eye contact with her. He didn’t want another girl outside the campus to be all over him. He had enough people swarming over for his attention, and he definitely did not want to be held accountable for any future heartbreaks he didn’t mean to make.

People. All over him. Everyday.

Heeseung had never dated; he always refused when his friends set him up on blind dates. Many have tried and failed, attempting to figure out how to set him up, but never succeeded. And so they simply gave up.

Jay opened his mouth, only to close it back again when Heeseung pointed his index finger at him, knowing he knew what Jay wanted to say.

“I haven’t said anything!”

“I know what you wanted to say. Just shut it.”

Jay rolled his eyes along with a shake of his head, shrugging and muttering, “If you say so.”

He takes a sip of his drink again.

Heesung changed the topic, and it didn’t take long until the conversation between them drifted well. Soon, and before they knew it, Jay’s girlfriend chirped in, discoursing with them as well.

Soon enough, their conversation went wild; there’s laughing all around, talking about school stuff, the hilarious moments they had, reminiscing the moments they’ve had with their other friends just in an attempt to bring back nostalgia. Then, before Heeseung knew it again, the issue about relationships had resurfaced.

While it was nothing detrimental to him, Heeseung still turned away and tried not to listen to it. Deep inside, he knew where the topic where Jay and his girlfriend were heading to. So instead, he tried to distract himself by looking at the people around him one by one, trying to recognize the familiar faces from the campus.

Of course. Jay was a sociable person so he invited people that he knew, including his brother and his sister’s friends. Being a ‘known guy’ on and off campus sure had its perks.

Just when he wanted to rejoin the conversation of Jay and his lover, he caught sight of you, in your dazzling glory, from across the room. Heeseung, stunned on his spot, observed you for a whole minute, inwardly hoping he did not look like a weird stalker as of the moment. Then, his brain went outright blank after hearing your laugh from a distance, then finally seeing your pearly smile.

He felt disoriented, like he’s petrified and doesn’t know what to do next.

All Heeseung knew was that your friend was laughing, followed by you with the topic that she had brought up. Then, to his surprise, you turned around, accidentally making eye contact with just the man who was watching you. That lasted for a brief moment, for in an instant, you were back to laughing around with your friend, your voice seemingly growing louder by the second you get more amused.

Beautiful, Heeseung thought. Your hand covered the wide smile on your lips, and yet he couldn’t bear to take his eyes off of you.

Didn’t he just tell Jay to shut up about relationships? About potential lovers? But, why did he suddenly feel like he wants to listen to your laugh all day, wants to make you smile for as long as he could, have you in his arms as you rejoice in the euphoria of his love? That isn’t what falling in love feels like, isn’t it? It can’t be.

Heeseung surprised himself when he took a step the moment your friend walked away. He was shy, of course he was, but then you stood alone, hand gently placed on top of your elbow, waiting for somebody to come and entertain you. Then you looked back at Heeseung’s spot again, heart skipping a beat when you made eye contact with him for the second time tonight. And with the way you chewed on your bottom lip shyly before looking away, it was enough for Heeseung to know that you were merely waiting for him to make the first move.

He was about to take a step, then he backed away again. He couldn’t just approach you like that… can he? He probably needed some kind of backup or bridge to get to know you.

But as if the heavens heard his scrambled thoughts, it was thanks to destiny that Jay’s sister just happened to walk by in front of him.

“Hey, Dini.” Heeseung caught her arm. She jerked her head as she munched on her snack.

“Whot?” She asked with muffled words, cheeks resembling that of a chipmunk.

“D-d-do you know that girl?” Dini followed where Heeseung was pointing to, shy eyes barely looking at your figure, who stood stiffly on the same spot, unmoving. Dini chuckled and turned to look at Heeseung.

“So, you could fall in love, Mr. Lee.” Dini eyed the brunette man beside her, smirking as she took notice of the way his eyes clung to your face.

“Oh shut it, Park. Just help me get to know her.” Heeseung hissed, embarrassed with her teasing.

“Oof, nice mouth, Lee.” Dini mocked shock while smirking at the flustered man. Heeseung, who seemed unfazed, only glared at her.

“What?” She blinked.

Seconds later, Dini merely rolled her eyes before she walked ahead of Heeseung, lifting and wiggling her index finger as a signal for him to follow her lead.

“C’mon Lee.”

Heeseung's eyes lit up as he followed the little Park. His heartbeat started to race the closer he got to you. Then, Dini stopped to call your name, to catch your attention. Heeseung almost clumsily bumped into Dini’s back like a lost little child.

He regained composure the moment you turned your head, hair flipping back as you looked at their direction with a smile. Heeseung’s heart, now unpredictable, thudded like crazy against his chest as beads of sweat rolled down his temple and gathered on his palms.

“y/n, this is Heeseung. Jake’s best friend. Heeseung, this is y/n, my friend and Rina’s sister.”

Heeseung instantly extended his hand to you, shyly enough for you to know that he’s quite hesitant as you are. Slowly, you enclosed your hand in his in a handshake.

You had to admit, even you cannot look into his beautiful eyes.

The moment your hand touched his, he felt sparks sparkling inside his stomach and his mind instantly went crazy. His breath became shaky, though he still tried his best to give you a smile.

“Hi, y/n. Glad to meet you.” Your ears and the stars in your eyes perked up when a manly yet cute, soft, voice came out of his lips and called your name. Deciding to lift your head, your gaze then met the galaxy in his eyes. Your heart raced against your chest again, like a teenager with a clumsy little crush, your skin crawling and tingling from head to toe. But then you tried your best to conceal your shyness, and gave him a smile.

“Hi, Heeseung, I’m glad to meet you.” At that moment, Heeseung was already smiling from ear to ear.

Thoughts started to fill his mind, and suddenly, he thought that maybe having one more person fall for him wouldn’t seem to be too bad after all— but rather what he somehow wanted. With both of you standing there, hands still clasping each other’s, you shyly looked away as Dini cleared her throat.

“Excuse me lovebirds. Don’t wanna be a third wheel here.” Dini said with a faux annoyed voice, glancing at Heeseung with a smirk on her face.

“Start your move, Lee.” She whispered just as she patted his shoulder before passing by him completely.

As Heeseung withdrew his hand, you shyly tucked stray strands of hair behind your ear. From here, everything would be alright.

After all, all it took was for you to meet Heeseung, a mere stranger a few moments ago, and yet you don’t know why you want to believe in love again. But it’s special, isn’t it?

It must be.

Heeseung had his head buried into his hand, fingers brushing over his features as he sighed. He sat beside the home telephone, the wind blowing harshly from outside the open window as if to boo him.

24th June, 1991.

The whole day, he’d been thinking about stuff, and it wasn’t exactly one you would ever want to hear. Why?

“What’s her name again?”

“I forgot.”

“Lee heeseung, you idiot!”

“Says you!”

And he couldn’t believe it himself. After a whole night of talking, and maybe even flirting, he still forgot your name.

Dating mustn't really be for him.

No. More like, falling in love really isn’t for him.

But then, it might be too early to actually declare anything, right?

As if the lightbulb above Heeseung’s head lit up, he lifted his head, backtracking the events that had happened in the party. Dini left, you both began to talk, hours passed, you were both delirious, he was borderline drunk, so Jay came in to rescue his friend from embarrassing himself, and then you waved goodbye, he started babbling, and so to shut him up… Jay slipped something into his palm.

That’s it.

Heeseung stood up and ran into his room. Taking a small paper in his hand, he ran back to the living room, grabbing the telephone and began punching the numbers written on the paper.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

Heeseung placed the paper beside the telephone, still anxiously eyeing the number, praying it’s your home’s phone number and not some prank. It continued ringing, until on the seventh ring, the phone was finally picked up.

“Hello?” —came from the other line. Heeseung’s ears perked up in a mix of surprise and embarrassment. It’s not your voice, it’s a man’s voice. And if this was not your phone number, he swore to himself he’d pummel Jay for it.

“Hello, Mr., This is Heeseung. Lee Heeseung. I’m looking for, um— is this, um—”

“Are you perhaps… looking for y/n?”

When the familiar name left the man’s mouth, Heeseung’s eyes widened, and he found himself inhaling a shaky breath.

“Y-yes, sir. That’s her name.” Heeseung mumbled, blinking blankly while he licked his lips anxiously.

“Alright,” He said, and then there’s a plop from the other line. Heeseung bit his lip and anxiously bounced his legs, hoping he wasn’t too late to finally hit a score.

On the other side of the line, you sat peacefully atop your bed, nibbling on the crown of the pen in your hand— brows drawn into a furrow.

Something about the prose you wrote didn’t seem right.

“y/n, honey!” Called your dad, his voice muffled from the other side of your door.

“Yeah, dad?” You replied without removing your gaze from your little notebook. When he didn’t respond, you looked at the door for a few seconds. Still nothing.

Sighing, you slipped your slippers on, dragging your feet to approach the door.

“Yeah, daddy?” Opening the door and poking your head out from its crack, you turned your head to face your dad’s distinct figure. With the phone in between his shoulder and ear, it was his turn to turn to you, jerking his head towards the phone on the table.

“Heeseung.” He mouthed, and so your eyebrows jerked up reflexively.

“Heeseung?” You repeated softly, blinking as you closed the door behind you and approached your father. Softly, you took it from his hand, sitting on the little couch just beside the table.

Just before you were about to say something, you glanced at your father, who chuckled and generously urged you on, that it’s okay for you to talk to him. Slowly, you placed the phone beside your ear.

“Hello?” Your voice was a little shaky, and the fact that you know very well it was obvious made blood rush to your cheek. Luckily, Heeseung didn’t seem to mind.

“Hey, y/n, it’s Heeseung.”

And oh god, do you feel butterflies at the sound of his voice. Shyly, you tucked stray strands of hair behind your ear.

“Hi, Heeseung.” You greeted him right before chewing on your lower lip. Like a teenager in the peak stage of delirious puppy love, your fingers found its way onto the ringed wires of the phone, and you started to twirl it repeatedly around your finger in giddiness. “What’s up?”

“So, uh… I—” He paused, and with the way he repeatedly hissed at himself, you bit on your bottom lip to keep yourself from laughing. “I just— ugh, fine, I will go straight to the point.”

He gulped, and then there was silence on the other side of the line for a while. You heard his stuttering, the loud shaky breaths that he kept on taking. He sounded like he was in the peak state of panic, and when the silence grew longer, your brows slowly started to furrow.

“Heeseung? Are you there? Are you o—”

“Go on a date with me?”

Pause.

And then, you could only break into a wide grin.

A mix of words began to flow into your mind, and even though it seemed to be coming in out of excitement and shock, it made sense.

You just know that after the phone call, your notebook will be filled with everything you’ve never thought of. And by the end of the night, your prose will become the most phenomenal one you’ve written yet.

Heeseung still couldn’t believe he was standing in front of your front door, because he asked you out on a date.

1st July, 1991.

He asked you out.

On a date.

Normally, he wouldn’t have given himself so much praise because he wasn’t conceited, but even he himself could not believe it. He finally asked somebody out, not the other way around, and he was pretty damn sure he’s got the hots for you.

And to top all that, you said yes.

The car key clanged against his ring and the jittery boy couldn’t help but slightly jolt on his spot. Upon hearing footsteps come closer to the door, he reached up to make sure his shirt was properly buttoned. The front door opened and he quickly tucked his shirt a bit out from his pants, then inwardly praying you were into that kind of style.

“Bye mum, bye dad!” Rung your voice as you opened the door, giving your smiley parents a wave before finally facing the stupefied man on your doorstep.

Do something.

Lee Heeseung, do some freaking thing.

It was what his mind was telling him to do, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Heeseung stood frozen on his spot, adoring your stylish get-up and the equally shy look on your face.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” Heeseung’s eyes widened as he spoke, snapping out of his trance at the same time shaking his head at himself. “Y-you look… gorgeous.” He said in a whisper-like voice, his hand coming up to scratch the back of his neck shyly.

You chuckled, tucking strands of hair behind your ear. “Thank you.”

“S-shall we?” He asked, stepping aside and extending a hand to gesture to his car. Looking ahead, you saw how badly his hand was shaking, and although you felt the urge to laugh, you didn’t want to embarrass him further, even if for you, it was terribly cute.

“We shall.” You nodded, and heeseung cleared his throat with a bashful smile on his lips.

“Excellent.” He mumbled before making way for you to walk ahead. On the outside, he seemed to look like a semi-calm lad on his first date, maybe a little jittery here and there. But on the inside, he was internally cursing at himself on whether he should’ve held his arm out to you or not. For one, he did not want you to feel uncomfortable about how bold he might’ve seemed. But two, it was supposed to be an act of chivalry.

And yet, the little grin on your face said it all.

Comfortable. That’s how you felt, and it was more than enough.

Lee Heeseung, with the way he moved and acted, showed how he wasn’t rushing to start a relationship, but at the same time made it known to you that he’s seriously interested in you. That he doesn’t want this date to be another mere joke time or something to pass the days by with.

At that moment in time, maybe, you were a little more than strangers, but still a little less than friends.

But something inside of you seemed to assure you that you will be more, in due time.

“Well, my father was driving and his fart was… rather… gut-churning.”

17th August, 1991.

Choking on your food, Heeseung’s laugh seemed to echo in your space inside the restaurant. Immediately, his hand came up to cup your jaw, carefully tilting your head whilst his other hand reached over for the cup of water.

Your hand flew up to cover your mouth out of shyness, but your hand landed above Heeseung’s instead. With your other hand, you took the glass of water from his hand, mumbling a little ‘thank you’ to him. Quietly, you drank the water in one go to relax your throat.

You made sure to mumble a quick apology, and Heeseung merely shook his head with a little laugh as if to dismiss it.

The restaurant was elegantly decorated; slow music coming out of the phonograph on the corner where couples danced around at. Both of you kept talking, telling funny stories to each other, relishing in the romantically funny atmosphere. He kept bringing up topics that you were interested in, like how he met Jay and spent most of the time benefiting off of the free meals he’d bought him from being a third wheel.

To say the least, hearing the ‘boring’ life that he had, as what he had claimed, before you arrived, was piquing your interest. And it’s not because you’re a chest-full of pride for going on a date with the rather ‘undateable’ Lee Heeseung, but because he seemed to really be sincere in liking your presence. Like you had made a significant difference in his life, stronger and harder than you never even thought you would.

Seconds later, silence engulfed the atmosphere, with you and Heeseung staring down onto your now empty plates while the music began to waltz louder into your eardrums. You both exchanged shy glances before snorting at your awkward selves, then looking back down again.

Just then, the faint screech of a chair being pushed back catched your attention. Lifting your head, you saw Heeseung extending his hand to you. As if to clarify if you were thinking of the same thing, you locked eyes with him for a moment.

Heeseung nodded and smiled, urging for you to take it, and so you didn’t waste any more time. Holding the napkin from your lap to put on the dining table, you pushed your chair back and stood up, and Heeseung brought you to the dance floor.

Slowly, you began facing each other, and you felt your heart patter wildly against your chest. You were face to face, and it’s not like usual, but you liked it. You liked the feeling.

Heeseung brought your hands to loop behind his neck, though he wasn’t looking you in the eye. A faint blush graced his cheeks, and so teasingly, you stepped in even closer. Heeseung blinked rapidly for a few seconds before you bursted into a fit of giggles.

“Oh, Lee Heeseung. It’s okay to touch me, you know. You can’t keep your hands on your sides forever while we dance.” You grabbed his hand gently, placing it onto your waist. Heeseung inhaled a deep, shaky, breath, but he was trying to bite back a smile.

Soon, both of you swayed along to the music, and the soothing mellow tunes made you slowly begin to lean your head on his shoulder. Your head touched his clothed chest, and you immediately felt his body tense up for a bit before he finally let loose.

“Are you comfortable with this?” Asked him, and a buzz ran down your spine upon hearing his honey-like voice next to your ear. Nodding, you snuggled even closer to his chest, to which you felt it rumble as he let out an adoring chuckle.

A few more seconds into the song and Heeseung calls your name.

Slowly, you lifted your head to give him a curious look, but you were immediately met with his startlingly sparkly orbs. His gaze remained on you for a while until he finally inhaled a breath and said,

“Would you like to be my girlfriend?”

To say the least, Heeseung felt his heart lighten a bit after he asked you to be his. ‘Twas like a heavy weight was lifted off of his chest, though the uncertainty of what you have to say still beared much weight. Something inside him told him that somehow, it’ll be alright.

For strangers, it might seem to be a little too soon.

But Heeseung believed he shouldn’t wait a lifetime for his happiness to come through when you were already standing right in front of him, shimmering eyes waiting for him to pop the question, lips ready to share the sweetness of your answer.

17th August, 1992.

A year later,

After a year through all of it, Heeseung was more than happy. Euphoric, even. One of the things you’ve both grown to love was having to ride a bike to each other’s houses to bond, sneaking out at late nights to watch the stars, or just going out together on day dates. It was your favorite quality time bonding with him; spending hours on the telephone, or maybe even having to meet at your favorite diner downtown.

Even with the clashing schedules of work, Heeseung made an effort to make you feel happy and loved. There was not a day that passed that he didn’t.

In front of the calendar stood Heeseung, in all his formally handsome glory, staring at the red mark on the paper with a joyous grin.

1st Anniversary with y/n.

He smiled, straightening his back and fixing his brown shirt before he walked to the garage to pick his old bike, a lily bucket flower in his hand. With a little frown on his lips, he sighed, internally cursing Jay for having to have a date with Rina on the same day of your anniversary, and had to borrow his car.

But even though Jake’s beating could wait, your anniversary could not. He’ll deal with him later. For now, he’ll have a long journey ahead of him.

In which, he really is.

“Heeseung? Oh my, you’re sweating.” You gasped as soon as you opened the door, brows drawn into a furrow. But Heeseung was still smiling widely at you like an idiot in love.

“For you, dear. Happy anniversary, I love you.”

Heeseung interjected, ignoring the way you looked so worried while wiping the beads of sweat on his temples. Handing you the bucket of lilies, he placed a sweet kiss on your temple which caught you off guard. Taking the bucket, you inhaled the flowers’ scent.

Just what you love.

Just the thought of Heeseung going through a whole lot to bike his way to your house, and give you a little token of love was enough to make your heart and day full. Tucking your hair behind your ear, you looked up at Heeseung before jumping into his arms, hugging him with a huge smile on your face. Heeseung stumbled a bit backwards due to the shock, but a few seconds later and he was hugging you back, an enamored smile on his lips as he placed a peck on your cheek.

“Thank you, sung!” You backed away, staring at his pretty smile before pinching his cheeks hard. He whined and groaned in pain, though he was laughing along with you. Until he couldn’t feel his cheeks, you let go, making it up to him quickly by placing a quick peck on his lips, then looking around cautiously to see if anybody had seen it.

Upon seeing the coast was clear, you giggled and looked up to adore his smiley face.

“Let's go inside, join the dinner with mum and dad.”

23 March 1993

It was everything you could ever ask for.

You and Heeseung never knew that a sheet of paper could make somebody tremble so badly.

The paper, printed with the logo where Heeseung works at, is shaking in his hand, lightly crumpling by the edge with the way he gripped it. The pounding of his heart was no joke, it reached his ears

“Heesung…”

Quickly, he shut his eyes to stabilize his breathing, inhaling and exhaling so many times, fingers clenched into a fist. Soon, he felt another hand take his; one that helped him throughout his ups and downs in life. A hand that always encouraged him with what he had to do, for his best in his life and for his future. You rubbed circles on the back of his palm and he let out a shaky breath and opened his eyes. His eyes darted from the front to lock with yours, your eyes full of worry yet it made him calm.

Encouragingly, you gave him a smile, he nodded. It’s time.

Letting go of his hand, his index finger and thumb slowly opened the folded paper.

Top left, and you saw the company name.

You just needed the bottom fold.

Heesung trembled a bit before he finally slid his thumb to reveal the answer at the bottom page.

And then, he exhales the breath he was holding.

He took one glance at you, and he saw that your eyes were shaking as you stared at the piece of paper.

Rome.

His company sent him to Rome to continue his work. For two years.

Placing your hand on top of his, you slowly faced him, and he felt his heart hurt at the sight of your worried face. You kept on mumbling, ‘“It’s going to be alright. It’s going to be alright.” But the quiver of your voice and the tears rolling down your cheeks said otherwise.

“I can… I can—” He stuttered, gulping as he tried to come up with something to say. At that moment, you were already letting your tears flow, although you choked back your inaudible sobs.

Silence.

Both you and Heeseung knew that he needed to do it for his dream. He needed it so he could live, and make a living. And you both knew that a long distance relationship like this wouldn’t work. It just wouldn’t, because love is never enough, even when it’s all that you have.

But of course you knew that Heeseung was willing to give it all up for you, too. And yet, as selfish as you want yourself to be, you still don’t want him to give it all up for you. He has to put himself first.

And so, with a facade, you sniffled, shutting your eyes close as you mumbled under your breath,

“Let’s break up. If it’s what’s best for us.”

And just like that, everything that you could ever ask for, was taken from you in the blink of an eye.

You could only hope that by the time he’s back, he wouldn’t become a stranger you just used to know.

September, 1995.

Two years later.

“y/n, do you want to go home together?”

Snapping out of your daze, you quickly shoved the piece of printed paper back inside of your binder. Looking up, you flashed your campus friends a smile with a quirked brow.

“Hmm? Oh, yeah, sure. I should just fix up first. You two can go ahead, I’ll catch up!” And so they nodded, doing as you told them to do. When the door slammed shut and they were out of your sight, your smile fell off of your face. And for a brief moment, your fingers, still halfway inside the binder, slowly pulled the photograph back out again.

Not a day passed when you didn’t look longingly at the only memory you have left of Heeseung. Every single day, you even think you forgot how he looked, a little bit more.

Maybe you regret that you broke up with him.

You sighed hopelessly to yourself.

You really do.

But was there anything you could’ve done, and could do?

Sliding the photograph back in, you shoved the binder inside of your bag before you grabbed it and headed out, not wanting to keep your friends waiting.

In fact, there is one thing you could still do.

And it was to continually hope that Heeseung is safe, even if he was no longer in your arms.

Refusing to succumb to the calling of sleep, he rubbed his eyes before straightening up again, working on the papers he’d received from his boss in record speed in hopes of avoiding getting scolded.

Heeseung sighed heavily, sinking deeper to his office chair. One that he’d been repeatedly wearing out by occupying every single day for two whole years. Heck, he couldn’t even feel uncomfortable in it anymore now that he’d gotten used to it; not like he wanted to, though.

Focus.

Focus—

He took a glance from a picture on his desk.

Okay, now back to work—

And then his eyes went back to the photograph. A longer stare.

A bitter smile graced his lips as he saw the look on your face when he’d surprised you on your graduation day. Your smile was the most precious thing for him, he loved seeing it on you. Perhaps, it still is and he still does, too.

Lifting a hand, his finger caressed the frame. He missed you like crazy, mad crazy. If only…

Thoughts began to cloud his head again, and so he shook his head aggressively in a poor attempt to redirect his thoughts. He successfully snapped out of his trance the moment the intern named Jungwon cleared his throat from behind him before sliding a few stacks of papers onto Heeseung’s desk.

The intern had always found him staring at the photograph clipped onto his desk, and it went without saying that the younger understood. At times when Heeseung was starting to get miserable, the least he could do was disturb him with a ton of work, just like he asked.

December 1995.

But deep down, Heeseung still wished for a chance to meet you again.

Heeseung stood stiffly on the familiar grounds of his childhood, his knees still slightly wobbling and fingers still trembling even though he’d been catching up with a lot of people for hours now. Tens and hundreds of other people were still pushing past him, relishing in the night with loud chattering and laughter, the nostalgia of meeting each other in a reunion oddly exciting enough for them.

Perhaps it wasn’t much of a good idea, but Jay had convinced him to come for it was something “harmless”. It didn’t exactly work the same way for them, but he found himself coming, anyway.

The campus looked the same, the people who attended were the same, the people who attended asked the same questions. There was nothing much to see.

Heeseung couldn’t do anything but swirl his drink around his glass repeatedly to amuse himself. Then, he blankly looked down at the liquid, his other hand fiddling with the cloth of the standing bar table. As a sigh escaped his lips, he lifted his head, and it was as if time stopped.

There you were, having just arrived, one of your childhood friends making your presence known to your other batchmates. It was as if Heeseung had no control over himself, for before he could make himself aware of what he was doing, he was already calling for your name.

“y/n.”

Just like that, you turned your head and faced him, the smile on your lips fading, but your eyes made a sheer glimmer.

“Heeseung.” You whispered out, clearing your throat before excusing yourself from your batchmates and taking a few steps closer towards him. “Fancy seeing you here. I really thought you wouldn’t come.”

You fiddled with your clothes, not making eye contact with him. He did the same, his hand now stiffly pressing his wine glass on the table while he tried to calm himself down.

Heeseung gulped, “You too.”

And then silence. Awkward silence.

Thankfully enough, the emcees on the stage began to announce the start of the countdown for the fireworks display. It was enough to bail you out of the awkward situation, so you tried to take advantage of it.

“Well then, I should—”

“I missed you.” Heeseung blurted out just as you turned away to leave. He hissed at himself, shutting his eyes close as he ducked his head down. “So much.”

His voice was almost a whisper as he spoke, and slightly, you turned to face him, looking at him with mellow eyes from over your shoulder. He inhaled a deep, shaky, breath, and then he boldly reached for your wrist, but his grip was gentle and almost pleading for you to stay.

“I know that this is probably not the right time nor the right place to talk about it but—”

Without any more words being said, you pulled him in, cutting him off with a kiss. The tears of longing trickling down your cheeks contrasted the blasts of fireworks from the skies, but your passion and love for one another was still as intense as the crack of the colorful lights.

And so, you meet again.

Not as lovers, not as friends.

But then maybe, just maybe, when the night ends, you will be more than just two strangers with some memories.

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