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kwcnhbins · 5 years ago

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hi everyone! my name is anna and i can’t wait for you guys to get to know haebin! he’s definitely out of the box for muses i’ve drafted, but i loved him so much that i couldn’t wait to add him here! im literally the shyest bitch of the century until i get to know you AND take first place as the queen of overthinking so please like this post so i can reach out to you for plots or connections!! my connections page will be up later :>

oh my god ! you can’t believe who i just saw. it was kwon haebin! they really resemble jung hoseok, don’t they ? i heard they started their career about nine years ago as the rapper, lead dancer, and sub-vocalist in the group thyme, but it sure seems longer, doesn’t it ? they always seem so cheerful, passionate, and kind in interviews and to their fans, but their latest scandal made them sound blunt, impulsive, and uncertain … oh well, must’ve been the bad lighting. did you know they came all the way from busan, south korea to new york city ? it was really brave of them to sacrifice so much. you think they’re survive the spotlight ?

trigger warning: abuse, violence, mental health struggles, mentions of collapsing due to starvation and dehydration

p.s. i love hoseok so much it was lit rally luv at first sight

haebin, and his messy personality.

haebin on camera is probably one of the sweetest and most considerate people on the planet. like, seriously, he’s been acknowledged multiple times by the korean and western public for his respect towards others and especially women.

he’s known for being one of the more energetic members, his affection towards his fans and his members is a never-ending cascade of hearts, kisses, and hugs.

off camera? well, that’s a different story.

he loves sex. he eats, breathes, and survives on sex . he’s one to seduce many and will never discriminate. anything for a good time, right?

he’s like nicky from ointb, if he sees you and he’s attracted to you, he wants you.

not really one to stick around in a relationship. he likes the rush, he likes the diversity of things. he knows he’ll get bored and may hurt the other person in the relationship, so he actively tries to avoid people who are romantically interested in him or who he thinks he’d be interested in.

he also can’t stick around in a relationship because he’s afraid of what he’s capable of.

his respect for boundaries and such is real, and he understands when someone is uncomfortable around him. he’ll never push them into doing something they don’t want to do.

will not fuck someone more than once unless it was good enough to come back again. he’ll rarely do this, but there are always exceptions in new york.

he knows his deep voice and stage presence is sexy. now that his company finally let him expose more of his seductive side, he’s taken advantage of it wants to show the world just how well he can perform.

he wants a family. this is probably one of the hardest things for him to think about; he can’t imagine himself settling down with anyone, but he wants a full family and a wholesome life. this causes backlash in his own internal monologue.

he uses sex and drugs as an escape. nothing has ever solved his problems the way both highs have.

his members are his family. literally. if anyone ever lays a hand on them, disrespects them, fucks with them, he’ll be by their side. he’s loyal when it comes to people he loves the most. he can’t let someone else make the people who’ve brought him back from dark parts in his life dissolve again.

backstory.

born to kwon haechul and kwon jiye on august 30th, 1994. the second of three children, and the apple of their eye.

there was something off about his family. haebin would always get that gut feeling that something was wrong, but he never payed attention to it.

it was a tuesday afternoon, and after three tests in class and an exhausting walk from school, the kwon siblings had decided to stop by a convenience store to buy some ice cream. his older sister, haewon, led them home, marching down the road with her two younger siblings giggling behind her.

haebin was his happiest in that moment. he never realized it until later, but the pounding of his heart mixed with the giddy smiles and exhilarated laughter was one of the most liberating feelings he’s ever experienced.

they’d returned home at around ~7 p.m., which was significantly later than normal. haebin recalls wondering if his parents would be worried about them.

haewon happily swung open the door to have a glass vase fly by her, shattering against the wall and the glass piercing her skin. she fell to the floor, writhing in pain as salted tears stung her wounds. the screaming, the yelling, the sobbing, the crying. . . it was more than haebin could process at eleven.

haebin frantically sent his younger brother haesong to the next house over in an attempt to protect him. haesong, only nine at the time, was weeping; the fear in his eyes was enough for their shocked elderly neighbors to invite him in and keep him safe.

haebin refused to look at his howling sister on the floor, afraid if he saw her he’d break down and run. he couldn’t do that to her, he had to protect her when she couldn’t protect him.

as he peered around the corner, he found his father with bruises across his body and blood soaking the clean white shirt he’d seen him wear only hours ago. it was so red, it could’ve been the original color. his mother held the spade of their fireplace in her right and and a knife in her left, hysterically screaming about how she knew he was unfaithful to her and that she would make sure he wouldn’t live to fuck his imaginary mistress again. his father’s eyes darted towards him, tears running down his cheeks at the sight of his son seeing something so graphic within his own home.

horrified at the blood staining the walls and floor and the muddled screaming inside his house, haebin crept up the stairs to reach his sisters phone in her room. he dials the authorities in a panic and whispers information, distressed and incoherent. the police arrive in around six minutes and arrest his mother, charging her with child endangerment, assault, battery, and psychological abuse, among other things.

no one had really talked about haebin’s mother’s abusive behavior. it had always been there, and everyone always noticed it, but no one decided to pinpoint it and stop it before it got worse.

this led haebin to a bad portion of his life. his dad’s never-ending silence and his sister’s face littered with scars from glass shards were inevitable reminders of the history of his family. he hated his house; he hated that his dad didn’t let them move out, he hated the way he could still visualize the now changed wallpaper crimson red, he hated the way the breakage in the wall created from the hurled glass vase was never repaired.

haebin wouldn’t return home at times. he’d bury his problems with drinking, smoking, and sex; he didn’t want to go home to the house that never seemed to leave the evening of april 19th, 2005.

somehow, he was scouted in a restaurant in 2009. the neighbors that housed his brother on that cursed tuesday owned a restaurant, and would let haebin perform for guests from time to time. after he performed mirotic by tvxq with a friend of his; he was questioned if he wanted to join the company he’s now a part of. haebin didn’t know how to respond to such an offer. he took the business card of the woman who scout him and left, feeling unsure about whether or not he wanted to return home.

after a long conversation with his family, he decided that he’d take the position and the next day, set off to audition. all of the distress from getting his acceptance letter was not in vain, for he was signed as a trainee later that year.

he didn’t find himself to fit in at all. he’d rarely talk to people. his main focus was to do well with something in his life for once. the hardest thing about it all was watching his friends debut one by one while he was stuck training. it was a long and hard process. if you ask him now, he’ll tell you he never regret a second of it. it’s a lie, though. he regret not being around his family, he regret leaving busan for seoul.

his addition to thyme brought him more joy than he could ever fathom. once he was on the road to debuting, he upped his game even more, working thrice as hard, practicing for more than 24 hours, burning his body out.

he collapsed in the middle of dance practice due to dehydration and starvation.

he was devastated after waking up in a hospital bed, screaming at himself for fucking it up, yet again. it felt like all he could ever do was fuck up. this caused him to become even more enveloped in his emotional walls, not letting many people in. this is why he doesn’t do emotional attachment anymore.

once he was told thyme was heading to new york, he didn’t know how to react. he’d never been this far away from friends and family before, but with their encouraging words and support, he decided that he’d be okay with going to new york. eventually.

#hqelites #( 𝟎𝟎𝟎. 〣 intro. )

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takethisroad · 6 years ago

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Tmr bakery au notes

Newt self consciously dusting his hands on his apron as he enters Thomas's kitchen, not wanting to get flour residue anywhere, mouth turning down in a small moue as flour puffs up from his apron anyway

THOMAS REMOVING STERILIZED JARS FROM VATS OF BOILING WATER AND NEWT CAUGHT BY THE FLEX OF MUSCLE IN HIS FOREARMS AS HE USES THE TONGS TO DEFTLY LIFT EACH JAR AND SRT IT ASIDR

NEWT SMELLING LIKE FRESH BREAD AND WARMTH AND HOME FUCK ME UP

THOMAS NOT EVEN BOTHERING WITH HELLO WHEN NEWT WALKS INTO THE SHOP, JUST GRABBING HIM BY THE ARM AND TUGGING HIM BEHIND THE COUNTER, REACHING INTO A SMALL JAR "you gotta try this"

"Try wha-"

Newt can't get the words out bc thomas's fingeris in his mouth

THOMAS WOULD TASTE NEWTS BREAD AND TRY TO XOMPLIMENT HIM BUT NEWT WOULDNT UNDERSTSND BC HED BE TALKING WUTH HIS MOUTH FULL BYE

Newt bakes scones for the shop and ppl who bring a business card from minho get 10% off bread

Oh.

Thomas' shop could be called

the homespread

...I'll see myself out

It's dead here so imma still just yell abt this prompt bc i LOCE IT SO MCUH.

- newt waking up absurdly early to get the first rise going so his morning regulars get fresh sourdough

- their stores are on opposite sides of minho's coffee shop

- meetcute as they're both rushing to deliver orders to minho's shop

- just. The homebrew jam asthetic. Csnning labels. Packets of pectin littering the countertop (thomas doesn't necessarily like using it and would rather make a runny compote but the jam market is a mainstay of his business so.) Amazing aromas floating by as thomas experiments with flavours. Rosemary apple thyme. Spiced marmalade. Blueberry jam with fresh blueberries from thr fsrmers market that happens every sunday may to october.

- the abilitybto tell where newts been by the pattern of flour markings on the floor

- thomas blastinf little mix as he works

- newt preferring silence or soft music

- SUNLIGHT AND BAKED GOODS sob sob sob sob sob sob sob

- LOVE MAKES THINGS TASTE BETTER I DONT MAKE THE FACTS

Newt donates any baked goods he doesnt sell to charity at the end of each day

WHAT IF HE MSDE HONEY WHISKEY JAM INSPIRED BY NEWT'S EYES GOODFYCKING BYE

K but also ben and gally would be those people who whip up batches of blue cheese or wasabi ice cream in their spare time

- vince lost his wife mary in '82; they'd always talked about setting up a local farmer's market (her family are all farmers but she moved to the city for med school and wanted to reconnect w her roots)

- after mary died, vince was ready to live a life of solitude; but life had other olans and a few years later he met a friend, jorge, through work and his infant daughter brenda. Jorge learned about msry and convinced vince to convene a farmers market in memory of Mary

- jorge owns a local butchery and his stall was one of the first at the market in the early days, and he and Vince are basically brendas dads now

- brenda has taken over more of the butchery business so vince and jorge can ostensibly dedicate more time to tje market administration but actually she caught them kissing in vinces kitchen and theyre the worlds worst kept secret amd she wants to give them some alone time on sundays

- brendas specialty is sausages with her secret spice blend, which is why frypan, who works in a local restaurant as a cook, swears by her meats and will only buy from her. (The way to fry's heart is indeed through food and he and brenda flirt every time they meet amd they're just dancing around each other waiting to make the first move)

- newt and minho open their shops within the same year amd brenda is quick to invite them to set up stalls at the weekly market

- thomas arrives a few years later, with his jams. Brenda leaves a flyer for the market in his mailbox and they eventuslly become fast friends and she takes to selling his compotes at the butcher shop bc they really do pair excellently with some of the cuts

- thomas may be good at jam but he cant cook worth a damn and frypan gives him hell for it the first time thomas talks about messing up boxed mac n cheese

@faia loves foxlet "kombucha, more like kombewcha," thomas mutters darkly at gally's retreating back

Brenda wears baggy overalls and a trucker hat in this AU and no one can convince me otherwise

STAHP IM BLUSHINGNSKSKMDMDNDNF like dnw to flood but also it seems p quiet so like. I may continue shouting inti the void about sticky toffee pastries and how harriet would nesrly lose her entire cool watching sonya sculpt marvels out of wispy spun caramel

Ugh thomqs watching newt knead dough, pressibg into it firmly with the heel of his hand, shaping it with deft touches, twistung and pulling ti create fsncy braids im.Just.

Thomas using minho and newt as taste testers. He comes into minho's shop one day while minho's on his break and newt's lingering after dropping off fresh scones.

"Try this," he says, pulling a small glass jar out of his bag.

Minho frowns. "That looks like snot."

"Shut up," thomas says, unscrewing the lid and shoving the concoction in his friend's face. "Taste."

Minho sticks a dubious finger in - so hygenic - and pops a dollop of the mint green substance in his mouth. Thomas watches, unable to suppress a triumphant smirk as minho's eyes widen. "So?" He prompts.

"Holy fuck," minho says, staring at the jar like it's worth its weight in gold. "That's good. Like, really good."

"You don't need to sound so surprised," thomas says, but laughter is already colouring his words as he turns and offers tje jar to newt.

Thomas enters newt's shop one day and heads strsight ti the kitchen as per usual. The noise of thr mixer drowns out the jingle of the door chime and newt doesn't look up from where he's kneading dough, apron a mess of dusty handprints and a smudge of flour on his jaw. Thomas leans agains the doorjamb and watches for a moment. Newt's back is mostly to him and he admires the long lines of him, the neat bow of the apron around a trim waist. He's humming under his breath as he works, a little off-key and all the more charming for it.

Newt turns the dough over one final time and sets it aside in a greased bowl which he covers with a handtowel. He turns and when he sees Thomas, the whole room lights up with the force of his grin.

"Hey Tommy."

Thomas works to unstick his throat. "Hey," he manages weakly, flashing what he hopes is a smile. His chest is suddenly alight with butterflies.

Dough is clearly not the only thing rising.

A one-woman channel flood? It's more likely than you think.

- minho as a coffee fanatic. Talking about pour-overs and the five elements of proper espresso. OMG there could be like a county fair and Thomas wants to enter his jams and win a prize so he can look good in front of Newt and win his flavour favour. But he gets so stressed about it ("shouldn't you cool it a bit?" Minho asks as thomas slams his fifth double espresso of the day.

Thomas doesnt seem to hear him. "Gotta go fast," he says.) that his jams turn out shit. Everything is despair.

But then, the next morning, a knock on his door. (Thomas isnt used to knocking. He and newt never knock; they just barge right into each others kitchens at this point. But this is his apartment.) He opens it and newt is there, a little uncertain but holding somethinf wrapprd in a teatowel. It's the best damn bread thomas has ever smelled. So he invites newt in and pushes the bitterness of the county fair down in his chest and they cut the bread (still warm). And its fucking delicious, the best thing thomas has ever tasted and he just looks at newt awestruck. "What's your secret?"

Newt actuslly blushes, mumbles something thomas doesnt catch. He leans forward. "What?"

"I said, things taste best when they're made with love." Newt is fully blushing now, the tips of his ears matching the gingham teatowel.

Thomas blinks. Surely he hadn't heard correctly. "Wait, you- oh. Oh."

#newtmas #tmr #newt #thomas #snippets #listen this is such a lovely idea yall on discord are the best #i take no credit for the prompt these are just my dumb notes about fluffy boys and sunlight and jam

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sagenivydragonfly · 6 years ago

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🌌Wolf Child🌌

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Not having a family is harder than you think. Having to watch other children receive presents and hugs from their parents. Its the little things, like watching families ice skate or seeing then get icecream and the laughing. Its the laughing that bothers me the most. I don't think I've really laughed in my entire life. I've tried before. What came out was a ghost of happiness, of real joy. Just an eery sound that brought a shiver to my shoulders and uneasiness to my mind. My hands clung to the cold rails of the ice rink. I couldn't afford to go in. I just watched no money. No anything. Just the clothes on my back. Id managed to swipe them from a donation bin. Tan skinny jeans and boots two sizes to small. The only thing I liked about my clothes was my coat. A blue denim jacket lined with fleece and little yellow buttons with matching yellow pockets. The boots dug into my toes almost telling me what everything told me, "You've been here too long, No one wants to here. Time to leave. I gazed at the families holding hands one last time and walked away. I don't know where I was going. Just away.I was adopted and for a short while I had a family. My parents dumped me when was 10. Id always had issues with anger. They decided it was a good reason to get rid of me. Parentless again. Ive been living on my own for a while stealing and begging for food and clothes. Im not old enough for a job being 12. So until then im here. I was knocked out of my daze by a sign. The town line. Id walked too far. Ahead of me was forest. I stood for a while trying to figure out where to go next. For some reason I walked forward. So dumb. I noticed the trees slowly getting darker their leaves were harder to make out individually. I keep walking. Suddenly I snap out of it and realize what Ive done. Nightfall. I can barely see my hand in front of me. I panic. I don't know the way back let alone where I am. I can hear my heart pounding I run. My breathing ragged. I need to get out. Faster faster! I push on. Miles and miles, the sheer force of adrenaline and will to live forcing my body on. I feel im about to pass out. Then out of no where Thump! I hit something! Wait something hit me! Im on the ground now. Looming over me is a form. I hear a growl and from above something wet and slimy drips onto my face. The gaping maw closes over my shoulder. I claw and scream hit and kick but im too exhausted to fight anyone "No! No! No..."I let it consume me I pass out.

I hear sounds but they sound faint and watery my head feels like its under water. I try to move. My head throbs. I groan. I force my eyes open. I look up. Trees are above me and I hear birbs chirping. Where am I? This isn't the city. I sit up dizzy and disoriented. Im in the spot I was last night. I jolt to attention. That thing...from last night what was it? Was it real was it a dream? I move my arm and yell out. My coat is on the ground next to me my shirt is torn. I move the fabric to expose a few scabbed over punctures in my left shoulder. It was defiantly real. I try to stand up. I wobble. "Ugh" I gather my coat and put it on. At least I still have this. I pick a direction and I begin walking. My stomach growls. I haven't eaten in 2 days. Maybe ill starve. That wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. I stop. Leaves are crinkling. Its not me. Something runs near, only a few trees away. I can't see through the thickness of the forest. Fear. I dash off. My hunger overtakes me. Im not as fast as before. Im weak and tired. I have nothing left. I stop. Keeling over and wheezing. I almost choke my guts out breathing so hard. Finally it doesn't hurt to break I stand up. No. I look straight into the eyes of a Grey wolf. I freeze. No where to go now. Nowhere to hid. A deer in the open. Almost begging to be eaten. He doesn't move. I look panic in my eyes. He doesn't look angry but he doesn't look away. A menacing stare. Could melt ice with that gaze. I look away. He sits. I try to slowly back away. He growls. I stop. He stops growling. I sit. We look at eachother. Im confused on what to do and scared about being eaten alive. He yawns. I being and idiot scoot towards him. He cocks his head. He doesn't know what I am. I wonder what hes alone. Hes not the biggest wolf but hes not small. Hes dark grey with black guard hairs. Yellowy amber eyes cunning and sharp. But something about his eyes now are soft and inviting. I suddenly want to touch his fur. I reach my hand out. He looks at me and does nothing. I begin to lower my hand. He shoves his muzzle into my hand. Im shocked. Hes soft. I gently pet his muzzle. I look at his eyes again. He respects me it seems. Im still going to be careful. We spend the rest of the day walking and sitting infront of eachother. I wonder why he didn't eat me in the first place. Was he lonely? Im lonely. Wheres his family. Its dark again. Im scared. What is in this forest. I instinctively grab onto him. He makes a noise. A nonthretaning noise. I rest my hand on his back and let him lead. We come to a clearing. I think he sleeps here. There's a tree with a hole at the base. He leads me there and I follow him inside. The floor is dirt and smooth. He turns around 3 times and curls up in a corner I do the same and laugh. I cover my mouth. A real laugh. Im astonished. A wolf made me laugh. I giggle and close my eyes, drifting to sleep.

Morning. The birds are chirping again. I look for the wolf. Hes standing in the clearing. He needs a name. So do i. I sit next to him and study him. He sniffs some Wild Thyme. "Aha!" he looks up questioning me. I point at him "Thyme!" he sniffs the thyme again. My stomach growls. He runs off. I get worried. I wait 30 min. He comes back with a squirrel. He sets it down infront of me. I look at him. Im silent for a few min. I finally give in a start tearing of chunks of meat and stuffing it on my mouth. There's barely any taste. But food is food.

Over the next few days Thyme and i become good friends. He hunts and I spot his prey from up in a tree. Thyme gave me a wolf name it kinda sounds like "Aaaaaru!" I laugh all the time now.

Years have passed and I still live here. Ive outgrown everything except my coat an pants. Im 15 now old enough to work. Thyme showed me the way back to the city a along time ago. I never wanted to go back. I say goodbye and that ill come back.

I walk down the main street. Things have changed. Its been 3 years after all. I go to the donation box. I freeze. There in the pile is a fuzzy wolf hat with paw gloves attached. The same color as Thymes coat. I snatch it immediately. "Hey.Hey!you can't take from there!" I don't even see whose yelling. I ran before I could look i put it on my head. Im homeless anyways. I ran to the other side of town. Sliding down the wall onto the ground I sit. "Hey you." I turn around. "Youre fast" "me?" she nods. "Thanks?" I nervously reply. "You got the legs on ya that you could deliver my baked goods to the customers in the knick of time! Would ya like a job missy?" "uh...Oh! Yes yes definatly!" "Come on in then! Oh by the way what's your name?" Oh crap I don't have one. "Uh...uh...Aaru?" she nods. I take a deep breath and begin a normalish life.

It has been a year since I last saw Thyme. I went back a month later but he wasnt there. I walked the whole forest and he was gone. I screamed the name of my best friend and brother and only family as loud as I could. Nothing. Now I walk through that forest for the millionth time. I sit by the clearing and the tree with the hole. I rest my weary legs. I hold my arms out and cry pretending he was there. I felt him but it wasnt real. I cried into his fur and sobbed against his chest. I opened my eyes. I stared into the eyes of my old friend. He was missing a part of his front leg, he was covered in battle scars and he looked like he had been to hell and back. I didn't care. I had my family. But I hadnt even begun to realize what happened to him. Finding out may be to gruesome

For now we wait in eachother arms. Two wolves

A family

🌌A pack🌌

I really worked hard on this so if anyone reads it im so happy, but also surprised cause its suuuuuper long aaa 🌌🌌🌌🌌🌌🌌🌌🌌🌌🌌

#art #traditional drawing #dragonflykit #books #wolves #wolf child #writing #writers

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ebullienced-a · 2 years ago

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shdkfsj i dont remember what i thought of you when we first met back in like. what, late 2017? early 2018? other than you are and have always been So Nice and i think you're just so talented and ily <3 <3

BABE IM SOB . ilysm and listen im so happy we became friends over on the bich bird site <33 ive always got thyme for perce and u and literally any character you write ughgggjkdfhgl u perf <3

#/ * 𝐨𝐛-𝐥𝐚-𝐝𝐢 𝐨𝐛-𝐥𝐚-𝐝𝐚 ( ooc . )#/ * answered #spiritdreamt

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zaritarazi · 7 years ago

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Do you have any headcanons for laulicity celebrating Hanukkah?

oh boy do i

let me set the scene. it’s like a few days before hanukkah. the candles are bought, the hanukkah tinsel is set, you can hear one of the 4 hanukkah songs in existence playing in the background and felicity is like okay i have all my presents for laurel except the first and the last night and that’s a lot of pressure because they need to be PERFECT and mom smoak, just flat knocking down felicity’s door, YOU RANGfelicity: I ABSOLUTELY DID NOTmom: no i’m pretty sure you did

across town, laurel has all her gifts ready for felicity, and she has something really special planned for the last night, but she’s like, really worried her hanukkah isn’t hanukkah enough? like her parents really did fuck all for the holidays so it was really up to her to make a holiday season for sara, and so she just kind of mainstreamed it for sara’s benefit but as they got older they wanted to get more in touch with their judaism but this is the first big hanukkah since they’ve both been alive at the same time and she’s just feeling a lot of pressure both on the celebrations and on her faith

MEANWHILE, felicity’s mom has dragged her to the holiday market because first of all, we need these gifts to be perfect, and second, on the first night, you’re supposed to give laurel eight gifts, and then one gift every other nights. and felicity is like, im pretty sure that’s not how this works but what would i know i’ve only been doing this MY WHOLE LIFE MOM NO!!! NOT THE CANDLES

and so it’s like, the night of, and i think felicity & laurel & dinah drake & ray & martin go to services and everyone else is like uuuuh let’s not make a thing of it so after that, everyone goes back to laurel’s apartment and the gang’s all here, sara, caitlin, barry & iris, the snibs, ray, lily & her husband & baby, felicity, felicity’s mom, rory, dinah drake, laurel, martin & clarissa, and then like jax, cisco, curtis, & mick are all there as well bc they’re family too

the good news about felicity getting laurel 8 presents for night 1 is that len got lisa like... 50 presents?? it’s like, oh okay we’re not the worst ones here. mom smoak like OH ITS SO SWEET YOUD DO THAT FOR YOUR SISTER while trying to see if amazon prime will deliver more gifts in under 1 hour

so like i think mom smoak came over to help laurel cook and martin is like lovely job ladies when are the other 20 people getting here we’ve got latkes to the ceiling we’ve got brisket AND roast chicken. we’ve got roasted brussel sprouts. we have root vegetables with rosemary + thyme. we’ve got a kugel that barry brought bc nora’s ghost appeared to him and told him he’d shame the family name if he didn’t bring a dish

also everyone else brought non alcoholic apple cider which was very nice of them but my god. there’s so much apple cider

incidentally also please imagine that throughout the meal laurel keeps putting vegetables on people’s plates and everyone but ray, who eats 1/2 of the vegetables total, is like awww do i have to and laurel, not looking up from her plate, is like, eat your vegetables. everyone grumbling in unison

so at this point, they light the menorah, and felicity wrote down the prayer for laurel + sara bc they don’t actually know it? and then it turns out len and lisa don’t either so they’re all standing there reading off this slip of paper with the prayer vernacularly written out while everyone sings it and it’s just... really cute and wholesome okay

anyway then it’s time for presents and laurel is like, im so sorry i didnt get you more than one gift felicity! and felicity is like honestly? it’s fine. it is truly fine. laurel got felicity the really expensive prop lightsaber she’s always wanted and felicity clinging it to her chest i love it

ray and cisco both try to hold it and felicity hisses at them

so felicity got laurel yes, a scented candle (apple pie scented) and a tin of raspberry lemon tea and a scarf and two pairs of earrings and a hat and a necklace with her name on it and socks. so many fun socks. and laurel is like i promise you, any one of these would’ve been enough for me but im very grateful and everyone is like awww

also in the background is lisa like oh sweet you got me a fendi bag?? and len is like stole it for you special sis and lisa is like aw lenny thanks cisco: are we just not gonnacisco: how many of those presents are stolenlen: do you really want that answered

so it’s almost time for dessert and the buzzer rings and curious, laurel and felicity and sara and dinah go downstairs and there’s black siren with, yes, a bottle of cider, and she’s just kind of staring there like so. you forgot to invite me? and everyone is like oh black siren, you disaster, get in here

anyway the other 7 nights are way more intimate just felicity + laurel and on the 8th night laurel turns off all the lights so it’s just the menorah lighting up the room and she proposes and felicity, sobbing like she’s never sobbed in her life, like so much that laurel is like oh my god im so sorry do you not want to get married and if you listen you can hear mom smoak yelling SHE DOES!! SHE DOES!!! in the distance, and felicity with her nose all runny is like I DO!! I DO!!! and they kiss even though felicity is all boogery and felicity is just like i got you mugs!! i got you mugs and laurel is like i love mugs. felicity cries for 16 days

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