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theharrowing · 8 months ago

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Collateral 🗡️ POV: Hoseok

Hoseok lets Seokjin break him a little before he picks of the pieces between the family men. Handling everyone's bullshit is a full-time job, but Hoseok does it well.

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❗ THIS IS A CHARACTER POV CHAPTER!!!

if you do not wish to perceive any POV that is not the main character, please feel free to skip this one!

🗡️Seokjin x Hoseok

🗡️ word count: 6.8k

🗡️ mafia au, established relationship, smut, angst, fluff, nsfw, explicit, 21+

🗡️ warnings: bottom & submissive Hoseok, top & dominant Seokjin; i don't know if i need to include "bathing one's lover" but idk it feels like a warning bc it's somewhat erotic and feels a little like body worship; shower sex (hair tugging; rough blowjob; use of the word "whore"; using anal toys to stretch oneself; rough anal sex against the wall; cum getting everywhere; mention of safeword; Seokjin's dirty talk is kind of nuts; ass eating; cum eating; a touch of aftercare); mention of drug running activities, creation of weapons, and the acquisition of firearms. some poolside making out.

🗡️ notes: mc is referred to in 3rd person (she/her) pronouns for this chapter! more slice of life, mafia style! this takes place so long ago, it feels cute revisiting this point of the story. enjoy!

🗡️ early draft beta read by @blog-name-idk - with minor unbeta’d edits done since.

🗡️ posted april 2024 - originally may 2023 | read on ao3

Hoseok's morning begins the way they often do: waking up moments before Seokjin's alarm blares. He blinks awake slowly and stretches his arms over his head, rolling away from the body over which his arm and leg had been draped, and onto his back, tugging their blood-red comforter as he moves.

A small whine escapes Hoseok's lips as his muscles tug through the stretch—a gentle hint of discomfort blending with sweet release—and as he lets out a slow, peaceful huff of air, the shrill sound of an alarm screams, making Hoseok wince.

With a grumble, Seokjin reaches and shuts the alarm off, then he rolls onto his back and quickly onto his side, wrapping all his limbs around Hoseok with his eyes barely open. Hoseok feels a warm, deep affection as Seokjin's naked body engulfs his, and he buries his face into Hoseok's neck. The hot breath that wafts from Seokjin's lips tickles enough to make Hoseok grumble and attempt to shove away despite not wanting to leave the tight warmth of his embrace.

"Ho-wah," Seokjin mutters, a familiar nickname that is hardly passable as a word, and Hoseok hums in response. "What are you doing today?"

Now that Seokjin is settled, Hoseok hooks his legs around an ankle and a hip, and he relaxes with his eyes closed while he hums once more, a long pensive sound as he considers all that he has to do today. It is not much, but events and meetings within the family rarely go as planned.

"Gotta meet Ggukie," Hoseok responds through a yawn, making Seokjin yawn, as well. "And then Namjoon. Yoongi and the cub are taking the terror twins to the gun range, so the only person unaccounted for is Jimin."

"Ah, Jiminah," Seokjin grumbles, "what has he been up to?"

"Working," Hoseok responds, though he is not entirely certain. Jimin tends to be the outlier within the family, pursuing his own goals and staying out of trouble as best as he can. It is rare that he requests assistance from any of them. "Perhaps playing. Who knows."

"I miss him," Seokjin says after a few silent seconds. "We should have him back here soon."

"You miss him, or you miss his ass?" Hoseok asks playfully.

Seokjin chuckles as he mutters, "Same thing," with a shrug.

Hoseok supposes he misses Jimin, too. The thought had not occurred before, but now that he is faced with it, he concedes. Jimin is good company, and the way his body melts in tandem with his and Seokjin's really is something special. Not to mention, his pain tolerance is impressive.

"What about you?" Hoseok asks, using his leg to pull Seokjin's leg impossibly closer. "Anything not too unspeakable on the docket?"

"Meeting with Yoongi later," Seokjin says simply, and Hoseok nods in understanding, knowing that more information likely will not come. He adds, "A brief meeting. He might have to go to Hong Kong to chat with The Tigers, so we are finalizing some details."

Hoseok is only somewhat aware of the goings on in Hong Kong with the new guys, having been given the same information as everyone else, which is that Yoongi is going to be using another crew to handle some of the tasks he is no longer interested in being in charge of. Chiefly, drug running, which Hoseok is tasked with having a conversation with Jeongguk about later. If there is one thing the youngest hates, it is change.

"Shall we?" Seokjin grumbles as he begins an attempt to roll away, but Hoseok pulls him close and hugs him tighter.

"We shall not," he whines, taking his turn burying his face in Seokjin's neck to breathe in the faintly soft musk of his skin and hair. "I still have an hour, and you evidently have nothing for a while. Stay here a bit longer."

With a burst of mocking laughter, Seokjin says, "If you want me to fuck you, just say so," and although it was not necessarily what Hoseok had in mind, the idea does excite him.

"Gotta be quick," Hoseok warns; Seokjin loves to take his time and, frankly, an hour is nowhere near long enough.

"Are you being bossy, puppy?" Seokjin responds in a sharp tone, sending a chill through Hoseok that makes his breath fall ragged.

"No, sir," Hoseok responds automatically, body relaxing as Seokjin begins to pull away from their embrace.

"How about we fuck in the shower?" Seokjin offers, voice soft and sweet, giving Hoseok's heart whiplash. "That way we can take care of both activities at once."

Hoseok likes the idea—thrilled at the prospect of having his cheek pressed against cold, hard tile as Seokjin knocks every last bit of air from his lungs.

"Yes, please," he mutters, thrilled when Seokjin sits up and pushes the blanket from the two of them, making Hoseok shiver from the air on his bare skin.

Seokjin swings his legs over the edge of the mattress and lifts his phone briefly from the bedside table, presumably to check for notifications, then he gets up and walks past the length of the bed and around the end toward the ensuite. Hoseok stretches once more before following behind, feet touching down onto a soft burgundy rug over which he wiggles his toes before quickly joining Seokjin.

He shivers when he reaches the en suite and his toes hit cold, white tile, and he quickly prances to the shower stall where Seokjin is busying himself with turning on the various overhead nozzles.

With his toes on another soft red rug, Hoseok stands and crosses his hands in front of him, arms hanging relaxed, waiting to be instructed. He loves handing over control even before they have begun to do anything. It excites him.

"Puppy?" Seokjin calls as water sprays from above and steam fills the pristine white-tiled room.

"Yes, sir," Hoseok responds softly.

Seokjin reaches for a pale pink exfoliating cloth that hangs just to his right, then holds it below a bottle that sits on a waist-high shelf set into the tiled wall and pumps a dollop of clear soap onto it.

"Come," Seokjin says.

Hoseok obeys, stepping into the steamy room to join Seokjin, standing behind him. He takes the towel and begins to wash Seokjin's neck and throat—slowly but thoroughly—before working his way down to Seokjin's shoulders. He washes the right arm first, then the left, making sure to get in between each finger and use his thumbnail to clean under each of Seokjin's fingernails.

Something about bathing his love always feels so ritualistic and calming, and it brings him comfort knowing that Seokjin enjoys it, too.

Where Seokjin stands, there is a small pad that is suctioned to the floor, and as Hoseok makes his way down Seokjin's back and torso, to his legs, he slowly sinks to his knees. He tends to the right leg and then the left, lathering soap and getting lower and lower until Seokjin lifts each foot one at a time for him to wash.

Hoseok stays on his knees as Seokjin steps away to rinse off, and when he returns stroking his pretty, thick length, Hoseok tosses the rag aside, clasps his hands behind his back, and sits up tall to open his mouth like the obedient puppy he is. Without a word, Seokjin takes Hoseok by the back of the head, gripping firmly to his hair, and slides his cock into his mouth.

The weight of Seokjin on his tongue, stretching the corners of his lips, feels like home, and Hoseok sighs happily, fighting the urge to let his eyelids flutter closed. Seokjin likes it when Hoseok keeps his gaze wide on him, and as mist from the shower gets into his eyes, he blinks it away, letting it blend with his building tears.

Seokjin fucks Hoseok's mouth, hitting his throat so rhythmically, Hoseok does his best to swallow around him to build his pleasure as quickly as he can. And it does the trick, making Seokjin squeeze and tug at his hair. Under enough pressure, Hoseok can make Seokjin cum in under five minutes—sometimes even three—and he does his best to press his luck, forgoing breathing until it makes him gag.

With a deep, needy groan, Seokjin pulls out, gripping Hoseok's hair enough to hurt, and Hoseok smirks as best as he can with his mouth hanging open and his tongue lolled out. Anger and arousal burn in Seokjin's gaze, which is precisely what Hoseok wants.

"Trying to make me cum already?" Seokjin groans, yanking on Hoseok's head, making him gasp and grin as he nods.

"Yes, sir."

"Such a greedy little whore."

"Yes, sir."

Without warning, Seokjin shoves his cock back into Hoseok's mouth and slams it deep, causing his throat to constrict and attempt to gag. Hoseok lurches as he breathes through it, doing his best to let the air pass through his nose while his eyes pool with tears. His hands clench and flex behind his back, and he blinks, keeping his eyes as wide as he can manage while Seokjin leers down at him.

"If you're so eager to make me cum, then do it. Let's see how fast you are."

Seokjin pulls out, giving Hoseok a chance to heave in air, and then slides himself back into his throat, setting a quick pace of fucking as deep as he can. Hoseok relaxes his jaw and attempts to swallow around him, fluttering his muscles somewhat frantically. It is not his best work, but it is honest work, causing Seokjin to squeeze his hair and rut unevenly against his face.

It takes no time at all for Seokjin to unravel, and Hoseok hums and moans to vibrate his throat around him, causing Seokjin's own hums and moans to grow louder and more desperate.

"So good," Seokjin whimpers, "fuck, I'm gonna cum."

Hoseok loves these tiny moments of hearing Seokjin becoming completely gone. His voice cracks and breaks, and his body spasms, handing full control for a few glorious seconds over to Hoseok, who takes over, eagerly sucking him off until his hair is being squeezed so hard, the pain in his scalp is white-hot.

Without another word, Seokjin cums, trembling as spurt after spurt of release hits Hoseok's tongue and trickles down his throat. He does his best to swallow in order to avoid the sensation tickling too much, and he continues to suck until Seokjin is overstimulated and muttering for him to stop.

"Up," Seokjin commands, voice fucked up and weak as he tugs roughly at Hoseok's hair. "Stretch yourself for me. I want to watch."

Hoseok gets up with a groan, knees having grown accustomed to being bent against the cushion, then he takes his place against the wall, face pressed into cold tile as he uses both hands to spread himself wide and prod at his hole for Seokjin's amusement. There is a shelf to his right dedicated to Hoseok's stretching ritual, and he wastes no time squirting lube onto a metal toy and working himself open with it, hissing and moaning from the stretch.

Seokjin rubs his hands up and down Hoseok's thighs all the while, squeezing at the soft flesh and cooing at him for being so pretty and perfect, all for him.

Once Hoseok is stretched around the toy—legs trembling fiercely—Seokjin stands and takes his place behind him, cock hard once more and ready for him. Hoseok loves days like these, when they do not have time to fully, properly prep him before they fuck. He loves the intense, blinding sting of Seokjin working him open, forcing him to accommodate his size.

The pain is so intense Hoseok holds his breath, quickly becoming lightheaded from the steam that wafts around him, frantically placing the toy back onto the shelf where it lives. He could die just like this and be the happiest man in hell.

"Too fucking tight," Seokjin groans against Hoseok's neck, shoving him against the tile wall as he trusts into him way too soon for it to feel good.

Hoseok lets out a weak, "Ah!" dragging his lips against the wall, which is streaked with droplets of condensation from their forgotten shower.

"No matter how much I fuck this little hole, you are always so god damn tight."

Hoseok's hands slide up to rest against the wall beside his ribs, and he digs his fingertips against the grout between tiles, desperate for purchase of any kind. But it is senseless; there is nothing to get a grip of once Seokjin sets a pace and begins using him properly; all Hoseok can do is chase his own high and hope he does not fall.

He has never fallen, yet; Seokjin would never let him.

With a slam of his hips, Seokjin knocks what is left of the air from Hoseok's lungs, forcing Hoseok's cock to uncomfortably hit the wall. The squeeze between his body and cold tile is painful—just as he likes it.

Seokjin sets a punishing pace working Hoseok open, making his screams and sobs echo loudly through the room. The white noise from the shower running behind him causes Hoseok to zone out and fall pliant for Seokjin, who allows him to rest his head back against his shoulder.

Seokjin is merciless with the way he fucks, sending waves of pleasure-pain rocking through Hoseok's body, from the base of his neck down through his fingertips and toes. Hoseok's sobs become voiceless gasps and hisses, and he closes his eyes, letting all the world fade away, leaving only himself and the ruthless, wet slam of Seokjin's hips.

Without warning, Seokjin reaches around and begins to tug at Hoseok's cock, making him scream—ripped from his warm, floaty euphoric place back to reality far too soon. It only takes a few strokes to send Hoseok to the edge, forcing him to paint the tile with his release, and then Seokjin shoves him against the tile to slide against his own goopy cum while he continues.

It is absolutely disgusting the way Hoseok's torso becomes covered in sticky release. How he manages to shoot it so high up is beyond him, but he can feel the cum against his chest, causing him to slide up and down the wall.

The painful squeeze of overstimulation takes over suddenly, and Hoseok begins to claw once more at the thin strips of grout, desperate for relief. But relief does not come—not yet. Seokjin uses him past the point of overstimulation, mocking and cooing while Hoseok begs him to finish.

"Please," Hoseok squeals as Seokjin's cock drills him painfully hard and deep, "please, it's too much. I can't—sir, I can't! Cum for me, please, please!"

Sir, I can't is not Hoseok's safeword, and his pleas go ignored, falling on deaf ears.

Rather, Seokjin just encourages him to keep screaming.

"Fuck, listen to your desperation, baby. That is gonna make me cum. Keep begging me to stop. You sound so fucking good."

The urge to revolt and become petulant rises despite the pleasure that courses through him, and the heightened emotions assist with causing his cock to expand once more. At this rate, if Seokjin manages to pull a second and third orgasm from him, Hoseok will surely be lost to the world for the rest of the day, and he needs to be coherent to meet with Jeongguk.

But reasoning with the man while he is balls-deep and mocking him is impossible. And Hoseok would be unable to find the words, anyway, already having used up his last few working brain cells to attempt to beg his lover to cum.

"Sir," he mutters mindlessly between loud sobs, instead, "please. Pleasepleaseplease."

"Sounds so pretty when you cry," Seokjin coos gently as his hips rut hard and fast.

Seokjin's fingers hold tightly to Hoseok's hips, undoubtedly adding to the dots of bruises already there. If Hoseok had more wits about him, it may even hurt a little to have Seokjin dig into past marks, but instead, the area is hot and tingling, feeling a bit numb.

"You're lucky we don't have all morning," Seokjin groans against Hoseok's neck, dragging his lips and teeth over the skin, sending a shiver down his back. "You're lucky I can't use you until you really are begging me to stop. I would gladly fuck this tight little asshole until you are inside out and falling a-fucking-part."

God, Hoseok loves it when Seokjin becomes sadistic, saying the most deranged shit while buried deep inside him. He practically changes his tune and begs him to fuck him until he is completely broken, never to be used again. He feels exhilarated and incapable of being reasoned with.

Seokjin yanks Hoseok's ass back, pulling him off the wall, and ruts impossibly faster, causing Hoseok's back to arc, frozen in pleasure while he trembles from the pain. Hoseok does his best to stay in place, feet planted on a little mat below so that he does not slide, and Seokjin uses him until his hips become uneven and he fills him with his release.

The sound of Seokjin moaning echoes loudly off the walls, voice pitchy and ripped to shreds. Hands caress Hoseok's sides and back, over his shoulders and down his arms, and affection blooms throughout him as Seokjin's hips quake and he pulls out.

As the hands slide down to Hoseok's hips and ass, Hoseok widens his stance and presses his chest once more into the wall, shivering as his skin hits the cold, hard surface. Seokjin spreads him wide and begins eating him out, licking, sucking, and prodding at his hole, pushing Hoseok close to his second orgasm.

Seokjin is loud as he devours him, slurping and humming as if his own cum is the most delicious meal he has ever had. And when Seokjin is finished, he takes Hoseok by the hips and spins him around, making Hoseok giggle as he stumbles until his ass hits tile and his cock is swallowed whole.

The sensation makes Hoseok double over, placing his hands on Seokjin's shoulders for stability. Seokjin wastes no time sucking like his life depends on it, squeezing his cheeks tight and pushing Hoseok deep into his throat. Hoseok is unable to find the words of warning, voice breaking on scrambled vowels and consonants as he shoots his cum into his boyfriend's throat.

When Seokjin releases his spent cock and sits back on his knees, Hoseok finally lets out a large gust of breath he had been holding onto. He feels exhausted and used in all the best ways, hole achingly empty.

Seokjin gets onto his feet, grabs a blue cloth from the wall, and lathers it with soap, then begins to wash Hoseok much the same way Hoseok had washed him earlier. His movements are a bit rushed, but he is thorough, and for that, Hoseok is grateful. He really could stand in this shower all day and bask in the attention of his lover. What a shame he has to meet with Jeongguk so early.

* * *

Dressed in his standard blacks, Hoseok makes his way to Jeongguk’s front step, taking the steel door knocker in his fist and firmly slamming it into the door three times. He is six minutes behind schedule, but only Seokjin and Yoongi care about tardiness. And anyway, he sent Jeongguk a text when he left to let him know he was on his way.

Jeongguk opens the door just enough to unlock it, and Hoseok places a palm over the dark wood and presses forward, letting himself in.

“Sorry, hyung,” Jeongguk grumbles as he walks quickly from the door toward the kitchen. He wears a long black tee and black joggers, and his hair is a wild, dark mess.

Hoseok snickers and kicks from his shoes, curious whether Taehyung is lurking somewhere. Then he makes his way through the mostly empty space, past a couch that is shoved too close to the television for anyone to actually sit at, and the punching bag that takes up the center of the room. He finds the youngest at the stove, stirring something.

“Have you eaten?” Jeongguk asks without glancing over his shoulder.

Hoseok grabbed a bite of a blueberry muffin that Seokjin had been enjoying before leaving, but otherwise, he had not found the time to have breakfast.

“I have not.”

“Good,” Jeongguk responds, continuing to stir.

The smell of peppers, onions, and butter wafts into his senses as he slowly and carefully has a seat at Jeongguk’s dining table. His stomach growls loudly.

“I wanted to have it done before you got here, but I was…uh…distracted.”

“Is your distraction still here?” Hoseok teases, curious because he is unsure whether Taehyung has clearance to overhear their conversation.

“He went home,” Jeongguk simply responds as he begins plating the food.

Hoseok sits back in the wooden chair and watches as Jeongguk takes out two glasses for water and one for coffee. He fills the coffee cup, leaving it black the way Hoseok likes it, and brings it over while cradling two water glasses in his other hand.

“I can help you,” Hoseok offers, knowing Jeongguk does not accept help but eager to be polite.

“You relax, hyung,” Jeongguk insists as the drinks are set down, and he returns to the counter where the plates have been left, carrying one in each hand.

Jeongguk has made omelets with a scoop of rice and kimchi on the side, and Hoseok watches with bated breath as the plate is set before him, picking up utensils, eager to dig in.

“Eat well,” Jeongguk says as he rounds the table and takes the seat in front of him.

Once Jeongguk is settled down, Hoseok digs in. He wonders if, in another life, Jeongguk would have taken up cooking as a profession. Everything is seasoned perfectly and cooked just right, as always.

“This is amazing, Ggukah,” Hoseok mutters with a mouthful of food, chasing it back with a gulp of perfectly brewed coffee. “Thank you.”

Jeongguk hums in response, eating quickly, as if his life depends on it. It is always this way with Jeongguk—he always seems in some great rush to finish his food.

Hoseok, on the other hand, takes his time, savoring each bite while waiting for Jeongguk to be ready to talk. When the youngest finally does shove his plate away with a satisfied groan, Hoseok pats at the sides of his mouth with his white cloth napkin and places it gently beside his half-empty plate.

“About this transition of duties,” Hoseok begins, winning him a petulant whine from across the table that makes him chuckle softly. He decides to tease the guy, instead. “Are you really this sour about giving up drug running?”

“It’s not about the drugs,” Jeongguk insists for what he clearly believes to be the hundredth time, based on the dramatic look of exasperation that he pulls. “It’s about—“

“The principle of the thing,” Hoseok interrupts, taking the words from Jeongguk’s lips. “You will have more responsibilities as one of Yoongi’s right hands.”

“I'm sure he needs more right hands since his current one is busy fucking his fiancée,” Jeongguk grumbles, not missing a beat.

Hoseok cannot hold back the laughter that bursts from his chest, winning him a glare from across the table. Jeongguk's audacity never fails to crack Hoseok up.

“His fake fiancée,” Hoseok corrects as he lifts his coffee to his lips and savors a warm, bittersweet gulp.

Jeongguk rolls his eyes, clearly already fed up with this conversation. And Hoseok cannot blame him; things seemed fine before Yoongi set his sights on the cub. Why he decided to complicate their lives and hers is still beyond him. The money her ex owes him is hardly enough to be concerned over—certainly less than they usually shake a man down for.

“Namjoon still performs all his duties,” Hoseok continues, feeling a sudden urge to defend his friend.

He really does feel for Namjoon—the man is so desperately in love with Yoongi, and he did struggle at first with feelings of being replaced when their little darling moved in, especially when he had to start sleeping in his own bed again. “Yoongi is simply tired of being a drug lord. He makes enough to afford a middle man, and The Tigers are a good fit.”

The Tigers are a group currently operating out of Hong Kong. Should they accept the responsibilities of Yoongi’s drug operations, they would have income flooding in. Two of their associates are stationed in Taiwan, tripling their efforts. All of this has been explained to Jeongguk, of course, yet he refuses to listen.

“I could use a hand with weapons,” Hoseok says, trying a new tactic of swaying him. Truth be told, he really could use some help with both the acquisition of firearms, the building of incendiaries, and other pleasure projects. Ryujin has been a bit too quiet these days, and if she gets word about Hyunjin, they may need to be prepared for anything.

Jeongguk hums, nodding once while avoiding eye contact, the way he does when there is something on his mind. Hoseok has an idea of what may be bothering him, but he waits to see if he will spit it out while he has a couple more bites of his cold breakfast.

When he does not, Hoseok chases the food with water and asks, “What is it?” before shoveling more food into his mouth. Jeongguk really is a phenomenal cook.

“I just…” Jeongguk begins.

Then he finally lifts his face, and Hoseok sees all essence of the man stripped away, leaving behind the wide-eyed boy he knew back when he joined the family. The look in Jeongguk's eye is one of worry, making Hoseok’s heart ache, and he sets his utensils down and places his hands in his lap.

“Nobody is replacing you, Jeonggukah.”

Jeongguk frowns. “That’s not—“

“Are you sure?”

With a sigh, Jeongguk shakes his head. Then he points his gaze, squinting at Hoseok.

“Has Seokjin hyung told you something?”

This makes Hoseok chuckle, further furrowing Jeongguk’s brow.

“Jeonggukah, Seokjin is not conspiring anything. I know you tend to be wary of him, but although there are plenty of things only he knows, he is not hiding anything.”

“Hmm,” Jeongguk responds, folding his arms over his chest. “We’ll see.”

With that, Jeongguk leaves the room, and Hoseok cracks a smile before finishing his plate of food. The sound of velcro adjusting cuts through the silence of the room, and Hoseok savors the final bites of omelet and kimchi. Then he drinks back the rest of the coffee and leaves the dining space to join Jeongguk.

He hears the sounds of glove-clad fists hitting a punching bag before he sees Jeongguk boxing—hopping lightly from foot to foot and pretending to dodge between punches.

“I meant it when I said I could use help,” Hoseok calls loud enough to be heard over Jeongguk’s fists striking leather.

Jeongguk says nothing, but Hoseok can see in his eyes that he is considering the offer. The man is smart and having someone like him on his team would be invaluable.

And, perhaps with his closeness in proximity, Hoseok can help the guy cope a little better with his demons. He thinks no longer having first dibs on all of the best cocaine in Seoul will be good for Jeongguk.

Hoseok stands a while longer and watches Jeongguk box. Everything from his stance to his strikes is calculated and precise; showmanship at its finest. Really, everything Jeongguk does amazes Hoseok, when he thinks about it.

Finally, Jeongguk stops. Even though not much time has passed, he is panting and glistening with a sheen of sweat. He rolls his shoulders back and nods to Hoseok as he speaks.

"What have you been building?"

Hoseok perks up and considers this a win, smiling to himself as he runs through a mental list of all the latest gadgets and weapons he has been in the process of manufacturing.

"One of my latest toys is a hubcap with blades that extend out, so you can ram the car next to you and slash their tires."

Jeongguk's mouth and eyes widen comically, then he blinks from his thoughts and shakes his head, laughing as he asks, "You're joking, right?"

"Nah," Hoseok responds, also laughing because Jeongguk is absolutely precious. "We've been working on them for several months."

With another shake of his head, Jeongguk mutters, "That's some James Bond shit," and Hoseok laughs even harder, bending at the waist and placing his hands on his knees for stability.

"You have no idea," he says, thinking of all the other James Bond-type contraptions and weapons he has been working on, making Jeongguk laugh harder.

Moments pass, the laughter dies, and Jeongguk nibbles on his bottom lip while his eyes trail around the room. He screws up his face the way he does whenever faced with a choice, then nods his head and says, "Alright. I'll consider joining you."

This makes Hoseok's heart soar, and he claps his hands while shouting, "Oh, good!" and making Jeongguk laugh some more.

* * *

Jinnie Might have to head to Busan and oversee Hyunjin's escape. Care to join me?

Hoseok As exciting as that sounds, I think I would rather stay home and enjoy a nice warm bubble bath.

Jinnie Preemptively scheduling a bath without knowing which day I have to leave?

Hoseok You know me, always prepared for anything!

Jinnie Suit yourself. I expect pics, baby.

Hoseok Of course, sir. ;) How was the meeting?

Jinnie Brief. Yoongi and company came back from the range drunk, and they all convened in the pool. Could hardly capture his attention for ten minutes.

Hoseok Did he forget about the meeting?

Jinnie Likely, but that's fine. I just needed the green light to start pulling Hyunjin out. I have a feeling he doesn't actually care how I do it as long as it gets done.

Hoseok Anything involving Busan is a sore spot.

Jinnie It's ridiculous, honestly. How many years will it take for him to move on?

Hoseok I wanted to speak with him, but I guess it can wait. Coming back home?

Jinnie Walking up the path right now, baby.

Hoseok Movie night?

Jinnie Sounds perfect.

* * *

Hours earlier, after his meeting with Jeongguk, Hoseok sent a text to Yoongi asking when a good time to meet up and have a little chat might be. He is surprised to find Yoongi responding, given that Seokjin said he was drunk earlier. He wonders if it would be wise to check in with his friend at a time like this.

Credits roll on The Matrix, and Hoseok sighs as he leans forward to place the empty metal popcorn dish onto the table, careful not to stir Seokjin, whose head lies in his lap; as soon as the film began, it had taken approximately twenty minutes for him to fall fast asleep.

Despite his efforts, however, Seokjin grumbles and rolls onto his back, stretching as best as he can, given he is lying on a long mauve velvet couch with his head resting on a thigh. Hoseok gently runs his fingers through Seokjin's hair, smiling at the man who blinks away sleep with a lazy smile.

"Yoongi messaged a bit ago saying I could stop by for a chat, so I think I may."

With a sound somewhere between a hum and a yawn, Seokjin asks, "Mmm—what time is it?" while curling onto his side toward the back of the couch with his face buried against Hoseok's stomach.

"A little after seven," Hoseok guesses, given it was around five when they started the film.

"What are you gonna talk about?" Seokjin mutters, voice muffled in Hoseok's black t-shirt, huffing warmth through the fabric and onto his skin.

"Just gonna touch base and let him know how my talk with Jeongguk went. I have a feeling Gguk hasn't said anything about it."

"Likely not," Seokjin grumbles.

"We've also gotten some offers from a Russian contact for some machine guns, and I am curious whether that is something he may want."

Seokjin nods and rolls onto his back before sitting up with a groan, seeming reluctant to lose the lap that so dutifully acts as a pillow. He yawns again as he asks, "Kalashnikova? Vityaz?"

Hoseok lifts his legs straight and stretches, then slides to the edge of the couch and stands, feeling the tired ache of limbs that have sat unmoving for far too long.

"My, aren't we a nosey one," Hoseok teases, avoiding the question because he does not like discussing firearms in the comfort of his home.

Stepping in front of Seokjin, Hoseok takes his face in both hands and plants quick, sloppy kisses against his cheeks and forehead until Seokjin gets frustrated and attempts to push him away.

"Excuse me for taking an interest in your work," he pouts.

Hoseok smiles and concedes, giving Seokjin space and letting him breathe. Then he walks over to the entrance, grabs a black bomber jacket from the rack beside the front door, and slides his feet into a pair of black leather loafers.

"See you soon, Jinnie," Hoseok calls, glancing back to the couch to find no sign of Seokjin—he must have laid back down.

A grumble from the couch confirms his suspicions, and Hoseok smiles as he makes his way out the door, into the cool evening air. Just to be sure that Yoongi is still available to meet, Hoseok gives him a call, making his way down the path that leads to the back gardens of the main mansion. He enjoys taking the long way.

"Ah, there he is!" Yoongi announces, bypassing any greeting, and Hoseok can already tell that Yoongi is definitely still drunk. He thinks he can hear the terror twins shouting in the background and wonders if they are all still at the pool.

"Here I am," Hoseok responds, eyes on the gravel and dirt path ahead. "I'm heading over now, assuming this is still a good time."

"Ah, I would have told you to wear a bathing suit!"

Hoseok chuckles and shakes his head despite there being nobody to see him. "I'm not in the mood for a swim, but I appreciate the gesture. Who is with you?"

The longer of the two paths that connects the two properties opens into the shrub maze in the back of Yoongi's gardens, and Hoseok walks around it, taking the shortcut along a path between the outermost hedges and the wall of trees that enclose the property. From this distance, he can see lights shining above the pool area.

"Joonie, Tae, and Ggukie," Yoongi mutters.

"You sure your hands aren't too full?" Hoseok teases as he passes through an archway, into the larger garden, walking past the Greek statues and fountains.

"Never too full," Yoongi responds with a chuckle. "You know I love to be overwhelmed at all times."

Hoseok knows all too well that this is the case; it is part of what worries him.

"Is the pool entrance open?" Hoseok asks as he approaches; there is a gate that leads directly into the pool from the garden, making it easier to get to than walking through the mansion.

"Joonie!" Yoongi yells, muffled slightly as if his hand is over the microphone of his device. "Be a dear and let Seokie in through the gate!"

Hoseok approaches in time for the large wooden door to swing open, and he stops in his tracks when he is greeted by Namjoon glistening wet with a dopey smile, wearing black swim trunks that cling to what little they manage to cover.

He has all but forgotten about his call with Yoongi, and he glances at his phone to find that the call has already been ended. With a chuckle, he slides the device into his pocket, bows his head at Namjoon, and mutters, "Thanks, Joon," as he enters the pool area.

Something sexy and downtempo plays over the speakers, and there are champagne bottles scattered from the diving boards to the pool beds that are tucked away under awnings. Hoseok finds Taehyung and Jeongguk making out in the deep end by the diving boards, with Jeongguk pressed against the wall and Taehyung looming over him. It takes a moment to notice that on the far end of the space, Yoongi is reclined in the hot tub.

"Right this way, sir," Namjoon says in a mock butler voice, guiding Hoseok toward Yoongi with a stiff, open palm, making Hoseok laugh. They walk side by side, Namjoon with a bit of a sway in his step.

"Where's the sweetheart?" Hoseok asks, noticing her absence.

"She ran off a while ago," Namjoon responds, and Hoseok notices the little grin that blooms on his face. "Got overwhelmed by too much attention, I imagine."

Oh, this is interesting, indeed. "Attention, hmm?"

Namjoon chuckles and softly mutters, "Taehyung made some offhand comment about her and Jeongguk hooking up, and I don't think she has recovered."

"Is that wise?" Hoseok asks before he can stop himself. And although Namjoon seems unaffected by the question, he adds, "Sharing with Taehyung, I mean?"

With a shrug, Namjoon mutters, "Come on, hyung; you and I have both been there before," and he breaks off to round the hot tub from the opposite side where a set of steps are, to wade over to Yoongi.

"Champagne?" Yoongi asks, and Namjoon's eyes widen as if he had forgotten something.

"Ah, right!" Namjoon responds, "I got distracted and brought you something else."

Hoseok grabs a pool bed and pulls it over to where Yoongi is reclining, dragging it until he can sit within his eye-line, then he has a seat and leans with his elbows on his knees.

"Hoseokah!" Yoongi shouts with a similarly dopey grin as he sits up, and Hoseok laughs.

"You're drunk, boss. Should we talk another time?"

Yoongi shakes his head and frowns. "More tired than drunk. But you have my attention."

Although he expects that they will be having this conversation again at some point, Hoseok begins anyway.

"Jeonggukah doesn't quite seem sold on The Tigers yet, but he has agreed to help with my team if that is something you are interested in allowing."

Yoongi hums and nods, and Namjoon says, "Seokjin has also recommended him for House of Cards, and Jimin has asked about him working the brothels. But I feel like your team could use his brainpower more than the others."

Hoseok is not surprised that Seokjin has jumped on the chance to ask for him, but he is a bit taken aback by Jimin asking for help. Jimin likes his things to be his and only his; he has rejected plenty of offers by the family men and Changbin's security crew to help in the past.

"I agree that Hoseok's team could use him the most," Yoongi says, voice sounding surprisingly clear considering how tired and inebriated he seems. "But I like the idea of him being sought after. I will find out what the others may need from him, and we can see about having him become a floater."

"I think that's best," Namjoon agrees.

Hoseok hums and nods his head; the more people are chomping at the bit to have Jeongguk around, the more distracted he may be from whatever plagues him. And he will be less inclined to let his abandonment trauma seep in and make him feel like The Tigers are stepping in to replace him.

"Alright," Yoongi says with a sigh as he begins to sit up. "I need to get out of here before I become any more lightheaded. Let's run the idea by Jeongguk, and then I am going to get some sleep."

"Sounds good, boss," Hoseok says, standing from the pool bed. All of this could have been negotiated as a phone call, but at least he got plenty of fresh air today.

Hoseok drags the pool bed back to its rightful spot and joins the others to run the plan by Jeongguk. Taehyung reluctantly stops pressing the youngest into the pool wall, and when Jeongguk turns to face Yoongi, Namjoon, and Hoseok, his gaze is fucked out, and hickeys cover his neck. Hoseok laughs, watching as the poor guy's face turns beet red, and then, after some berating from Yoongi and Namjoon, they begin their conversation.

This is nice, Hoseok thinks.

The nights are becoming cooler but still temperate enough to handle without bundling up—although Namjoon and Yoongi are shivering into towels that they have draped over their shoulders.

Despite light pollution, a few bright stars are visible as the sun continues to fully set, and everything seems…calm. Peaceful. Happy.

Hoseok holds onto this moment and tucks it away. He hopes that everything within the family can stay this good for a while.

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starburst2000 · 4 months ago

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I asked @discowormfan: "Everyone in the StEx fandom likes to shit on Pearl, while forgetting that the World Championship Railroad Race practically brought out the worst in mostly everyone. GB and eElectra were fixated on winning by any means possible, CB derailed Rusty in front of everyone, even Rusty himself finally decided to race after seeing Poppa almost killing himself by stressing himself out despite his old age.

Let's not even count the fact that the Rockies decided to remind Rusty to "stay in his place" after getting derailed by CB and beaten up by the other Diesels, instead of getting conforted in any way. After "Right Palce, Right Time", it almost seemed like Rusty was on the verge of giving up on even his whole life, and he would have done so, hadn't the Starlight Express itself interviened.

As for Pearl, she's firstly captured by Electra's magnetism, and then got with GB because she thought that he wanted her to have "just some fun", and only the aftermath of the Uphill Final helped her to open her eyes about the whole situation. She even blames herself during "Only You", thinking that Rusty lost because of her. This is some big ass MATURITY, coming from her.

But NO. Let's all get angry at this one specific character, just because she has trouble understanding others' feelings.

Any opinions?"

She answered:"there are a multitude of reasons why i think that pearl is a flawed but good person at heart, basically for all the reasons you stated. regardless on whether they act like this extreme in day to day life, gb, slick, cb and electra all do arguably worse things than pearl. they lie, cheat, betray, mistreat and bully all throughout the show, and pearl’s worst sin is having really low awareness of the feelings of the people around her. even if electra didn’t entice her, i can see why she didn’t want to couple up with rusty for a few good reasons.

1. he simply just isn’t what she’s looking for in a partner. that’s fine! she doesn’t owe a relationship to him just because he’s nice to her. also good on her for knowing what she wants in a partner!

2. (assuming they’ve known each other for a long time and are friends) pearl likes rusty platonically and wishes to remain just friends, because she doesn’t want their dynamic to change. also fine!!! i’ve had countless friendships where, while we were very close, they didn’t go romantic because we simply just didn’t want to alter our relationship and were fine being just friends.

3. (assuming the events of the show are when they first met) pearl literally met rusty like 5 minutes ago and doesn’t feel comfortable getting with someone who she just met, who is also REALLY insistent that he race with her. i’d be pretty apprehensive to get with that guy too.

she wasn’t even that mean to rusty when she rejected him, she didn’t go “EW NO GET AWAY FROM ME FREAK” and like spit on his face, she gently said “i’m sorry rusty, i know you have good intentions but you just aren’t what i’m looking for” yes it hurts, and sucks for rusty, but pearl is being very clear and kind to rusty while she friendzoning him. she was being VERY nice i think.

as you said, pearl wasn’t even aware that dinah and greaseball had broken up at that point, she even says “it’s only fun” implying that she only saw getting with gb as a temporary thing before moving onto another engine. could she have been a bit NICER to dinah rather than saying “STOP FUCKIN CRYIN BITCH WAH WAH WAH I DONT WANNA FUCKIN HEAR IT” yeah. could she have maybe ASKED why dinah was so upset at this? yes? was it still really messed up she hooked up with dinah’s boyfriend/girlfriend RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER AFTER THEY BROKE UP? yes very much so. pretty messed up of pearl, not cool. but is it THAT WORTH LOATHING her for? compared to how literally everyone else acts in this show, i’d say it isn’t.

hell, if you look at it from the perspective of her being a newly built coach, it gives a lot more understandability to why she acts the way she does. she was literally born yesterday and is still figuring out how the world works, and people are already pushing her around and trying to kiss her. i wouldn’t have the best sense of what’s right and wrong and identifying people’s emotions and seeing things from their perspective either if i was immediately thrust into an unfamiliar world just YESTERDAY and people are acting all crazy banana cuckoo around me either.

even if you don’t see pearl is a newly built coach and she’s been around longer than just like a day, i still wouldn’t hate her for being flawed??? because flaws are what make characters interesting!!! even people who’ve been around for a long time are flawed, it’s not just a young person thing. and it’s satisfying seeing someone recognize their own flaws and try to atone and grow from them, which pearl does!

she realizes that her unawareness of other people’s feelings resulted in her friend getting beat up, and she even says that “this wasn’t how i wanted it” her intent was to find love, but her selfishness only resulted in people getting hurt, and she recognizes that. she laments why she let greaseball blackmail her into staying silent about rusty’s crash (“whyyyy did iiiii, haaaaave to liiieeee?”) she feels remorse for seemingly costing rusty’s victory in the race, and ultimately becomes better because of it.

hell, even rusty is flawed! he’s stubborn, insecure, dependent, easy to give in, and i’d argue at the beginning of the show, he and pearl have the same flaw of being selfish in that they fail to consider other people’s feelings in spite of what THEY want (rusty doesn’t understand why pearl wouldn’t want to race with him, and is rather pushy when offering to race with her, and pearl wants to find her “dream train” and doesn’t understand how rejecting rusty, and getting with dinah’s significant other might make them upset), it’s just that rusty completes his half of the arc before pearl completes her’s.

might i reiterate, pearl’s biggest sins were having extremely low self awareness, and getting with dinah’s bf/gf. compared to greaseball’s cheating, mistreatment, bullying, beating up of racers, and cb’s everything, and electra’s cheating, pearl’s crimes are literally NOTHING when you put her against them.

now if you want to criticize how pearl is written that’s another thing, which i actually can agree with since i don’t really think of this show when it comes to “really great character writing, especially for the girlies,” i think there is a lot to criticize on that front, but saying pearl is this mean, vindictive bitch for the crimes of being really not self aware is complete poppycock.

anyways to answer your question yeah i agree pearl is pretty cool"

#starlight express #stex #pearl the observation car #stex pearl #givepearlabreak2k24

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'When He Takes An Aphrodisiac' Story Event — Chapter 01 [Tamamo]

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One day, I was walking around town with Tamamo.

Man: Long time no see, Tamamo!

Tamamo: Oh, it’s you. It's been a long time indeed.

(... Is he an acquaintance of Tamamo’s?)

Just when I was wondering who the friendly man was, Tamamo introduced me to him.

Tamamo: This guy is a merchant. He has all sorts of interesting wares.

Tamamo: I’ve bought from him quite a few times.

Merchant: That’s right, Tamamo has been a wonderful patron.

Merchant: And I’ve consulted him regarding business matters as well.

Yuno: I see.

(As expected of Tamamo, he has a wide variety of acquaintances.)

Tamamo: I haven't seen your shop in a while. What happened to it? Did you close down?

Merchant: That would be terrifying. It's more like the opposite.

The merchant laughed at Tamamo’s lighthearted remark and proudly puffed out his chest.

Merchant: Thanks to Tamamo’s advice and some experimenting, we were able to expand our business.

Merchant: Renovations for our shop have just completed. Please feel free to drop by whenever you like.

Tamamo: Oh, that's an auspicious event.

Tamamo: What do you think, Yuno? Shall we visit his shop today?

Yuno: Yep, sure!

The shop was owned by a merchant who sold products Tamamo deemed interesting.

Curious about those products, I nodded in agreement.

Merchant: Thank you so much. Allow me to guide you to our shop…

Tamamo: Yeah, let’s go.

Tamamo and I arrived at the shop.

Yuno: Wow, this shop looks great.

Merchant: Thank you very much.

Tamamo: Feels like a well-established business. Not bad.

Tamamo: And it looks like you’re still dealing in rare goods.

Something caught Tamamo’s eye almost immediately.

It didn't seem like he was referring to the fine kimonos being tastefully displayed in the shop…

(... If I observe carefully, there are indeed some strange-looking products here.)

Tamamo was looking at some vases, hanging scrolls, and accessories that appeared to be imported from foreign countries.

Merchant: As expected of you, Tamamo. You have a good eye for exquisite wares.

Merchant: I had a hard time obtaining those items, please take your time to browse.

Tamamo: Of course.

Tamamo was overjoyed as he looked through the items the merchant laid out.

(Tamamo really likes things made by humans.)

(I’m happy if he’s happy.)

Tamamo beckoned me over.

Tamamo: You should take a look too, Yuno. You might find something you like.

I stood next to Tamamo and was shown a few rare items.

Merchant: The two of you seem to be very close.

Merchant: Tamamo, could this lady be…?

Tamamo: Correct. Yuno is my lover.

Yuno: Wah…

Tamamo hugged me by the shoulder and pulled me closer to him.

Tamamo: She means more to me than anything else in the world. Isn’t she lovely?

Yuno: T-Tamamo…

Merchant: I knew it! She is truly a wonderful young lady.

Merchant: You look so good with Tamamo, I can’t help but admire the both of you.

(Sounding like a true merchant!)

Yuno: No, I…

I was about to interject due to feeling shy from all that praise when…

Tamamo: Of course, she’s the woman I love.

My heart pounded harder when I heard how proudly Tamamo said that.

(Gosh… I won’t be able to respond if you keep saying such things.)

Getting embarrassed, I turned my attention away from their conversation and onto the items on sale.

I spotted something.

(This small wooden box…)

At first glance, it didn’t stand out from the rest of the luxurious items.

(But is this… a medicine box?)

Yuno: Excuse me, can I have a closer look at this?

Merchant: What? … Oh, yes. Of course.

For a split second I thought the merchant looked slightly taken aback, but he allowed me to touch the box.

(Let's see what's inside… oh, there's medicine!)

The box contained pills that were milky white in color, similar to pearls.

Merchant: It's a wonder drug I brought in from a foreign country.

Yuno: Wonder drug? What is it used for?

Merchant: Um, well, what was it called again…

(What…?)

I was curious about the unfamiliar drug, but the merchant only gave me a faint smile and didn't tell me any details.

Tamamo chuckled.

Tamamo: … I see.

Tamamo: If you’re so curious, take it home and examine it.

(What?)

Tamamo: Shopkeeper, we’ll take this.

Merchant: Certainly!

Tamamo immediately paid for the item without waiting for me to reply.

Yuno: Tamamo, is this really okay?

Tamamo: Of course it is.

Tamamo: … I can't wait to find out what medicine this is.

Tamamo’s eyes narrowed as he gave me a knowing look…

That night—

While I was getting ready for bed, I looked at the medicine box we bought in the morning.

Yuno: I wonder what drug this is.

(Well then…)

I excitedly opened the box.

The same pills were still in there.

Yuno: Hm…

When I was observing them closely and wanted to pick one up—

Tamamo: … Yuno.

Tamamo, who was sitting next to me, suddenly wrapped his arm around my waist.

Tamamo: Have you figured it out?

Yuno: N-Not yet..

Yuno: This is my first time seeing such beautiful pills, so I can't tell what they are.

Tamamo trailed his hand meaningfully down my back as I answered him, making me flustered.

Tamamo: … Do you wish to find out what kind of medicine it is?

Tamamo: I might know.

Yuno: … R-Really?

Tamamo: Yup.

Tamamo seductively brought his face closer to me.

My heart raced when our faces nearly touched.

Yuno: So…

(Please tell me what medicine this is.)

I stared into his eyes expectantly.

(Mmph…)

I wanted to say something, but my lips were sealed by Tamamo’s.

The gentle kiss was enough to calm my impatience.

Yuno: Wait, Tamamo… I—

(I just want to know about the medicine.)

Tamamo: Relax. I’ll give it to you even if you don't ask.

#ikemen genjiden #ikegen story event #ikemen series #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #otome

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fiymywings · 2 years ago

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ahh if youre able to, would you mind sharing some tls of hollow? there’s so little content of him? 😭

absolutely! i'll make a few proper posts with translations once i get the time and energy to (very mentally burnt out right now so basically anything i've already done/am working on at the moment are the most i can muster), but this is sort of an assortment of summaries/from-memory translations for the time being

it's a bit long so it's under a read more but hopefully these can suffice until i get on that

from ch. 2 of his beginning of a dream meister story:

hollow and emma run into someone injured in a back alley, and rush to aid him only for a bystander to mistake hollow as the perpetrator behind several similar attacks, insisting it was him on the basis of him being caught literally red handed. hollow doesn't reply and just dismantles a nearby wheel barrel to become a makeshift . i forgot what they're called but they transport hospital patients and tells him to take the injured guy to help which clears the air up pretty fast. the resulting conversation happens:

Emma: By the way... when that guy said your hands were stained red, what was up with that?

Hollow: ... fufu~

Emma: ?

Hollow: Efufufufu~

Emma: ?????

Hollow: I was enjoying a particularly good drink of pomegranate juice that day. Though, I appear to have been a bit clumsy with disposal.

(i think about this exchange so much. yes she did use ??? in actual dialogue if im remember correctly)

Moon route Ch. 3

after having essentially put down a mechanical hound, he approaches emma and asks for her hand before putting a handmade metal bracelet on her. she asks about the details, and he confirms it was made with some scrap parts from the hound, having wanted to carry the memory of the hound around before she realized he had a matching bracelet (this made me start absolutely losing it btw. absolutely broke the hinges off my metal door)

he also said a REALLY nice quote about hardships and relying on each other but i cant for the life of me remember the baseline of it so i'll rb and tack it onto it

guild home interaction

i don't have the exact tls and because it was a random event it might take a bit for me to get it again to tl but essentially hollow was flipping through a book/magazine, saw an illustration of a mouse, and yelled. emma went to check up on him and tried to calm him down but iirc he ended up bolting despite it just being an illustration

train of remembrance ch 5

hollow sits down next to emma after effese (i dont know how to spell his name sorry if i got it wrong hgfdjb) is settled down by her and they take a moment to look out the window (this one i had written down because i was gushing to someone over discord)

Hollow: Would it be alright if I rested here as well? Emma: Of course! Go ahead. Hollow: Nfu~ Then, please excuse me a moment. If you take your time gazing out there… it's as if just outside the window is but a sky full of stars. Though of course we have our current situation, it begins to feel like we're merely on a journey. Just a bit. Emma: Fufu, looks like it. Hollow: Everyone back at Niji no Kanata too, they're all working very hard, so… Someday, with you invited along as well, I'd like to go on a nice relaxing journey together. Certainly Lagoon will prepare the finest transport available. Emma: Wah, I'm looking forward to it! [ Idling chatting with Hollow, the tension from prior had abruptly relaxed.] Emma: (Such a nice feeling, it's like my shoulders have finally untensed. Hollow… he pretty much controlled the energy in the room, huh?) Hollow: Efesse too, shall we get you sat down somewhere so you may talk too?

he later dropped the bomb he had basically picture perfect memory and could remember stuff even back when he was just a lil baby which is pretty in line with his natural talent of not just dismantling at stupid speed but 1. rapid assembly 2. part recognition (i.e. recalling what part in a machine is what series, what number, what alloy, etc)

some uncategorized stuff:

hollows date lines, i dont remember if its 10+ or 20+ since i have him at 26 but hes talking to the player and says smth along the lines of "we look like lovers? ... ah, that makes me happy"

it's confirmed in his sun route he sort of mentally blacks out upon hearing a clock and has to stop everything in order to dismantle it right away assumedly because of a noise trigger. it's played off for giggles in the main story but it seems outright painful for him in the meister story so i have no idea what's going on there but i believe in ch. 3 emma actually asks about that and he essentially goes "although i'm not sure, i'm sure i'll figure it out eventually!" nonchalantly and emma goes YOURE SO CHILL ABOUT IT?!

i'm not sure how well i would translate it, but he speaks pretty politely/formally! i kinda translate it as the type of speech "OH GOOD HEAVENS!" would come from as a result but you're welcome to interpret it as you'd like

#i think i kinda got lucky with alma being pretty popular on the basis of him being shockingly nice DID rep but hollow...#[touches the glass longingly] i have to do it. i have to feed the hollow fans. i'll make a meal for all of us #shout out to the one selfship bot i saw on twitter too btw it was really cute live your best life #yumekuro #if theres anything specific like a story ch. or homescreen line you want i can go fetch it too!#i'm also planning to summarize/try to tl his new card when it drops [WAITING AT THE DOOR LIKE A DOG]

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hi parental goose (should I say bunny?) figure I am here to request 😌🤘 can I request some amusement park date hc for kazunari? ♡♡♡♡ I love how you put songs you listened to while writing so I, your goose ally, will suggest a song! I really recommend listening to "She Looks So Perfect" by 5 Seconds of Summer since it gives off summer vibes and specially, kAZOO VIBES ♡♡♡ THANK U ILYYY ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

erisu 🥺 hi baby how are you everyone this is my Daughter my Baby my Other Child (lyd is the other baby) ♡ how r u did you sleep well here is *All My Love* of course you can request!!! i would do anything for you!!! but, thank you for recommending a song~ it is ON REPEAT as we speak!!! i remember being obsessed with this song when it came out! thanks for the nostalgia :D

summary: there was a rumor that couples who went on the ferris wheel together would be in love forever

warnings: multiple mentions of food

author’s note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY ERISU !!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I’M SO HAPPY YOU’RE A YEAR OLDER YOU’RE GROWING UP SO FAST ♡ I LOVE YOU (so. much. hand. holding)

word count: 3,562

music: she looks so perfect – 5sos, hey mama! – exo–cbx

all the luck in the world.

🌻🎨 miyoshi kazunari

this was it, the biggest fair in the whole country was this weekend and this weekend only. you guys had to go

“yo~ we gotta go!!!” kazunari practically pushed the flyer in your face, not giving you time to read the colorful, bright font as he excitedly rambled about it being his dream to even attend such an iconic event

it didn’t take much convincing before he had whipped out two admission tickets from his pocket, as if he already knew you’d be on board with such a fun date with the coolest boyfriend ever!

(seriously... if you said no... he might’ve cried by himself, he just wants to check off a bucketlist goal with his favorite person and best friend ever!)

(“wah~ i’m so #cool right? give me a kiss to prove it!!!” when you actually did it, he was quiet for about three seconds before he started cooing and sending an attack of affection your way)

you two planned your outfits ahead of time (the only thing he bothered planning), with kazunari rummaging through your closet and throwing pieces he thought would coordinate behind him (ultimately landing on your face).

he was being your personal fashion consultant (you didn’t question him, he was an art student who knew how to dress!)

throughout the entire process, you strutted out of the bathroom like it was a runway with your ever chaotic and supportive boyfriend clapping. he had a questionable french accent as he complimented you without end

“my chérie, you are absolutely darling!” kazunari flipped the end of a feather boa over his shoulder dramatically as he had on a pair of sunglasses (how he found that in your room was beyond you). he sat at the edge of your bed with his legs crossed, pretending to write critics down on an invisible notepad as he feigned fainting out of shock

kazunari ran over to pull you in a hug as soon as you found one of his options perfect. he blabbered about how cute you were and how he was so lucky

you tried processing how your boyfriend had so much energy. he was so dramatic, but you never felt unconfident or nervous to be yourself around him because kazunari loved you for who you were!

when you collectively agreed on the best outfit, kazunari worked to find something of his own to match you to be that couple at the amusement park (it was hilariously coincidental he almost had the same items)

(the #ootd on instagram that day got him so many likes when he included multiple mirror pictures with you doing ridiculous poses. he captioned the picture with so many happy faces and heart emojis)

(yes, he had his own story category reserved just for your pictures)

(yes, you also were the person behind a majority of his posts online and was credited every single time without fail) (you were known as “kazu’s photo guru”)

“kazu... are you sure you don’t want to plan ahead?” you asked carefully as he just scrolled through his phone, disrupting his rant about having the most iconic date of all time. kazunari just laughed, shrugging without looking up

“don’t worry~ everything will be fine!” kazunari exclaimed as he asked his followers recommendations for rides to check out. you knew he wouldn’t change his mind with his “happy–go–lucky” attitude

you just hoped the drive to the park wouldn’t be a nightmare since it would be so crowded

on the ride up, you two screamed pop lyrics at the top of your lungs no matter how busy the road was (you two never noticed, but at stop lights, you’d be the center of attention as kazunari just had to fail at a whistle note with the windows down)

the moment kazunari took control of the aux cord, you knew it was going to be a party until you arrived. you two sang together so much that you knew which parts were yours and effortlessly bounced off each other, flowing naturally and laughing nonstop

although kazunari went with the flow, he had the luck of the world on his side the day when you guys showed up. he had managed to find parking, got in line fast, and made it into the amusement park like it was second nature

(you knew of horror stories where the lines were way too long in the blazing heat, kids crying about not winning, indifferent employees not caring at all... how did kazunari manage to repel all the bad from your life and make it as easy as possible?)

it was as if his positive energy about the whole day manifested the universe to give him the easiest entrance ever (or it was his insanely charming charisma that got him off the hook with just about anything)

you two even got a discount on your tickets, believe it or not! somehow, one look at you two and the seller knew you were a couple (the matching outfits definitely didn’t give it away) and gave you extra for “young love”

(kazunari was so ecstatic, you were almost worried he was going to kiss the employee right then and there. you had to drag him away before he got on first–name basis with everyone)

when you two got your wristbands and went to the grounds, kazunari let out the loudest squeal of excitement ever and had to stop himself from jumping up and down (just bouncing on his heels like an impatient child)

“O. M. G!!! we’re gonna have the best date ever!” kazunari shouted, holding onto your hand as he took in the entire view, with so much to do for the entire day

booths were set up with so many fun (but rigged) games with yelling handlers, advertising their set–up to passerbys with infectious energy. crowds of children were rambling in awe about the animal display (like the world’s biggest pig apparently, who knew?). screaming passengers were swinging over your heads from the multitudes of crazy rides only the country’s biggest fair could have

you were so busy taking in the view of kazunari’s excited big eyes and huge grin that you missed the mischevious spark glinting back at you

when he craned his head back at the tallest ride there was, that contraption that somehow brought tens of people in the air just to swing them around in a circle, you suddenly came back to earth

“—wanna bet?” kazunari finished, tilting his head towards you with a competitive edge. you raised an eyebrow, not bothering to question it when you swung your arm around his shoulders and smirked back

“bet.”

suddenly, you were being dragged to the games section, passing by the crowds easily when kazunari was always by your side. it was as if the road parted for him when he reached a display with balloons pinned to the wall

“i know you didn’t hear me, which is why i’m going to win~” kazunari teasingly hip–bumped you, passing the necessary amount of tickets to the game runner which they accepted graciously. you just shrugged, picking up the fake plastic rifle they let players use

(“was i too handsome?!” kazunari joked, missing how you actually agreed)

“yeah, yeah. i don’t need to know, i’m gonna win.” you winked, making kazunari swoon as he lifted his arm to his forehead with a dramatic flair

“my hero!” kazunari called out as you readied yourself to shoot the balloons, knowing the odds were gravely against your favor

“what am i shooting for again?” you asked, putting your cheek against the gun. kazunari just slid up to next to you, his lips brushing your ear with a smile

“if you lose, we’re riding the swings together~” kazunari giggled and you fired, hitting one balloon with satisfaction. kazunari wrapped his arms around your waist, reading his chin on your free shoulder despite you trying to focus

“and if i win?” you asked, not bothering to entertain your clingy boyfriend as you hit another balloon. even the person running the game seemed anxious about your chances at crushing the whole thing

“we can do whatever you want.” kazunari breathed out, placing a gentle kiss on your neck with a laugh when you flinched. you hit your last shot though, exhaling in relief when the attendant begrudgingly gave you a large–sized prize

(it was a super triangle, you definitely knew who you were giving this to when you got to the dorms)

“you know what, i think we’re both winners.” kazunari tried to laugh off, but you didn’t let him get away that easy when you grabbed his hand quickly

“nu–uh! you know where we’re going!” you giddily pulled him towards another game, leaving kazunari holding onto the super triangle with great difficulty as you two played game after game

(you were right; kazunari was an universal favorite as he somehow managed to swindle the toughest of games with sheer luck)

(when a kid began asking him to play a game for them, you knew you had to stop making your boyfriend do outrageous things just for a stuffed animal)

(at least kazunari got a cool boomerang story on his snapchat of him throwing a ring onto a bottle)

“make a deal with me~” kazunari begged, holding way too many prizes to count in between his arms as you looked around for more. he was about to give up but as he caught sight of two double doors with a neon sign, he knew you’d agree immediately

“if i win every game in the arcade, we’re going on the carnival rides.”

when you accepted the deal, you regretted it. somehow, you forgot how kazunari always had everything go his way

it was like you forgot all about the rides outside. you two entered an air–conditioned, hipster arcade and had to play everything despite dropping the coins everywhere (“please keep them in the cup!” “it’s not my fault!!!”)

you name it, kazunari probably won it. fuseball, air hockey, pac–man, nintendo crane machines, zombie shooters, motorcycle/driving simulators, he won it all just for the hell of it. you’d never admit it, but he really was just the best at everything he did

although the games were fun, it was time to fulfill your end of the deal (as deserved since kazunari had no reason to go as hard as he did at the ddr pad inside the arcade)

after storing all the stuffed animals into the cramped back of the car with kazunari apologizing to them profusely (“dad is so sorry! we’ll be back soon~ promise!”), you two returned to have the biggest adrenaline rush of your life

any rollercoaster kazunari saw, he wanted to go on right away. lines felt like nothing when all he did was talk them away and get so excited seeing the ride rush by

kid–specific rollercoasters had to prevent him from going (“i’m sorry, sir, but your height exceeds the maximum” “what???” kazunari would feign shock as if he wasn’t five heads taller than the whole line)

he wanted to try it all since he never had this experience before! he wanted to make all these memories with you even if it meant yelling his head off as long as you were by his side

(seriously, one ride you had squeezed your eyes shut but heard the most high–pitched scream ever. you thought it was someone else, but of course it was your boyfriend)

you didn’t mind that much, since you used the whole ride time to grip kazunari’s hand tightly and make sure his hat stayed on the entire ride (why he wore one was questionable, anything for fashion, you guess)

ironically enough, you had done about ten rides with dizzying effects before ending it with the swings, the tall ride he initially wanted to go on with you. when you looked up at the full height, you gulped after being strapped to the two–person swing (how was this safe?!)

it was the first ride you weren’t exactly comfortable with, but when you looked at your seat partner, kazunari had two thumbs up with a big dumb grin. you instantly calmed down before the ride started

“i love you!” kazunari exclaimed as the ride began pulling you up further from the ground, holding onto your hand and looking up at the blue sky with the giddiest expression ever

it was the first time he had said he loved you out loud before, but before you could process it, all you could do was scream when the ride began rotating you around in a circle

(you had to stop him from taking out his phone, reminding him the post wasn’t worth it)

(though, kazunari did drop his hat this time. he really was lucky to find it again)

“okay, okay,” kazunari stumbled off the ride, exaggerating his lack of balance by holding onto you, his excitement not even decreasing a little after so many hours of fun

“food time! my muse needs a snack!” kazunari had whipped out the crumpled map someone gave him from his pocket, quickly locating the area without being delayed (he was always good at directions, it must’ve been why he was so popular at these types of social events)

somehow, kazunari always knew what you needed at every exact moment. you were thankful he couldn’t hear your stomach growl over the sound of the general atmostphere

when you guys arrived at the food hall, it was definitely the greatest prize of all (sorry to the stuffed animals who were defintely overheating in the parking lot)

all the best chefs and caterers came together for this event with the most outrageous food options of all time. fried oreos, cheese curds, cotton candy, caramel apples, churros, basically anything you imagined, it was most likely 1000x better with some funky twist

you never had to be nervous ordering because kazunari always stepped up and spoke, letting you hold his hand as if to reassure you he had the situation handled. he would somehow form a meaningful friendship with someone within two minutes of ordering and got extras, hurrying over to a table with every option possible

(yes, he took a photo of the whole spread and added ridiculous hashtags only savvy internet users knew) (he also posted on his private an embarrassing candid picture of you drooling at the food)

kazunari liked feeding you whatever he was eating, always encouraging you to try new things but respecting your boundaries at the same time just in case you weren’t up for it

(“oh, you don’t want to? no big deal~ just happy to be with you!” he’d say, wiping your mouth with a napkin regardless and just being content with you not being hungry)

while eating, you noticed a pattern of kids walking by, pointing at kazunari like he was a legend

“is that the guy who won basically every prize back at the games? wow~” they whispered, not realizing kazunari was extremely observant as his ears perked up at his name. he had turned to wave at the children, but they ran off

“you know...” kazunari started, and you already knew what he was gonna say as you rolled your eyes fondly, knowing how big his heart was, especially for innocent children who kept getting scammed by games

“yes, we have no need for most of the giant stuffed animals.” you pretended to sigh, as he quickly got up, giving you a quick kiss as thanks on your cheek as he ran back to the car

for the next hour or so, you and kazunari managed to give out most of your prizes (except anything triangular) to the children who had been staring, all of their parents or guardians thanking you guys profusely for your gift (though, there were some who were staring at kazunari suspiciously)

(as if they should be afraid of a liberal arts college student)

“it’s no big deal~ no problem!” kazunari always said, truly finding it not bothersome at all to share. you always admired that about kazunari, his natural instinct to care for everybody and make people smile. at a distance

you leaned against a light pole with a small smile as you watched kazunari crouch down, ruffling some kid’s hair as he gave them a prize

when he instinctually looked for you, he smiled back like you were the only person at the park

suddenly, you wished you said “i love you, too” before back at the swings

after indulging, you two shared an ice cream cone on the hot summer’s day as the lights began to turn on and the sun set. this was apparently the best part of the fair, where all the colors would pop like fireworks and the night breeze was your friend

you two had basically done everything at this point, even being the amusement park’s robin hoods with your wins. the arcade had both your names at the top of every digital leaderboard, the ride controllers had seen you too many times to count, and you two had digested an unhealthy amount of snacks that you’d regret the next day

what else could you do? it was already the most perfect date, there was nothing else except...

this time, you leaned your head back and saw a circular shape blocking the sunset: the ferris wheel

you turned to kazunari, who was already admiring the way the light hit your face. he wanted to paint you right then and there before you ruined the serene moment by biting your ice cream (why?!)

“i bet i can make it to the ferris wheel the fastest, wanna bet?” you questioned and you never saw kazunari grin even bigger as his eyes lit up with recognition

“bet!”

you two raced to the ferris wheel, much to the chagrin of every carnival–goer ever who dodged your fast advances. you got to the line first, skidding to a stop and nearly bumping into the person ahead of you as kazunari whacked into your back with an “oof!”

“awww, what do i have to do now that i totally lost?” kazunari pouted, but you just giggled and poked his cheek, not noticing how he became slightly flustered from your touch (you could never tell, it was a hot day)

“go on it with me.” you offered and he didn’t even think twice before he agreed, realizing this was the ride he’s been waiting to go on with you this entire time

(kazunari remembered the only other thing he really researched was this ferris wheel, where a rumor around it stated two people who went on it would be together forever)

when you two were allowed into one of the trolleys, you two sat close like always with your head on his shoulder. the orange light made everything feel like a fantasy, like this was a daydream. you didn’t want to wake up as kazunari squeezed your hand the moment the wheel started increasing

slowly but surely, you two were going around in circles as you savored the moment, wanting nothing more than to be here with kazunari forever

“you know... i never thought i’d be here.” kazunari started and you hummed, encouraging him to keep going as his thumb traced circles around your palm

“i didn’t have many friends growing up, so it would’ve been totes not cool to come to these things alone!” kazunari tried to play it off as some joke, but you knew better, just lowering your hand to his lap and waiting for him to talk

“but... now... i have friends? good—no, great friends! and... i have you. i’m living, and i have you.” kazunari trailed off, like this was a revelation he hadn’t realized before. the quietness between you two dragged on too long, you wondered what he was thinking

you opened your eyes and kazunari was already looking at you again with a soft smile, not bothering to notice anything else but you, like he wanted to remember this forever

you two reached the top of the ferris wheel, the wheel stopping to give you two a moment by yourself with the sunset

“i love you.” kazunari said again, and you didn’t hold back this time

“i love you, too.” you whispered, afraid to break the moment. but kazunari laughed, and you were laughing, and it was like the funniest joke ever as you two tried to maintain your composure

even as you two got off, you couldn’t let go of him as he did the same. these were the memories child–kazunari always dreamt of, and they were so much better than he ever imagined

after saying goodbye to all his new friends, kazunari couldn’t stop smiling as he drove home, with you sleeping beside him in the passenger seat

he turned off his music this time and carefully watched the road. taking one hand off the wheel, kazunari took your own and kissed your knuckles again and again with love

“i love you, i love you, i love you.” kazunari said, like he couldn’t say anything else but that

(kazunari posted a shot where he held your hand in front of the sunset on the ferris wheel with the caption: “best date ever”)

kazunari really had luck on his side if he was in love with you, maybe he had the ferris wheel to thank for that!

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【未定事件簿】 Tears of Themis: “Romantic Rail Getaway” Xia Yan Route, Day 4

Translation Masterlist | Event Masterlist

Xia Yan Route: Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5

Videos, where applicable, are hyperlinked on the headings in the post.

See under cut!

Part 1: Mine Landscape Area - “Search for the Mine”

Mine Pit Flower Field

The train stopped near Kuru Mine, but the path up the mountain wasn’t as easy as we imagined.

We kept walking, winding around near the mine pit flower field behind the mine. The more we proceeded, the more we gradually drifted from the original sightseeing route.

Xia Yan: … The road here is a little complicated.

MC: What’s the matter, did a problem come up?

Xia Yan: I originally wanted to wind past the mine’s main entrance and see from the side if we could get in the mine…

Xia Yan: From the looks of it now, this road is much farther than I imagined. Plus, mountain navigation like this isn’t very easy to use.

MC: How about we rest first to conserve on stamina, and then afterwards, we can keep searching for another path?

Xia Yan: Mhmm, let’s rest first.

Just as we were planning to sit on the grass field and rest… right at that time…

???: Why hasn’t daddy returned yet? Seriously… it’s like this every time.

The voice of a little boy caught our attention.

I turned around, noticing a little boy in the grass, holding a grass-woven ball, boredly bouncing it back and forth.

MC: What’s the matter, little friend?

Little Boy: I’m waiting for daddy. Why’s daddy still down the mountain… he promised that he would get off work and play with me…

Little Boy: Wah, I haven’t seen him in so long.

Xia Yan and I looked at each other, feeling like we’d found a problem breakthrough point.

INTERROGATION START

Father’s Identity

MC: Little friend, does your daddy work at the mine? What’s he named?

MC: In a moment, me and this big brother are going to play at the mine, and we might be able to run into your dad.

Little Boy: My daddy’s called Mark. He’s a really great miner.

Little Boy: Lots and lots of pretty rocks were dug up by daddy. Daddy always says that those stones are worth a lot of money.

Little Boy: I don’t know why, but daddy hasn’t been home in several days already.

Little Boy: Compared to pretty rocks, I like daddy more…

This kid’s dad is Mark?!

For a moment, I didn’t know what to say, freezing in a daze where I stood.

Xia Yan gently patted my shoulder, then kept asking for me.

Work Times

Xia Yan: Is your dad typically always busy?

Little Boy: Mhmm, daddy’s always been very busy…

Little Boy: Every day, he works until really late at the mine. Sometimes, he won’t come home for several days in a row.

Little Boy: But today is my birthday, and daddy promised that he would come home and be with me… why hasn’t he appeared yet…

Mine Location

Xia Yan: Right, do you know how to get to your dad’s mine?

Little Boy: I do – there’s a little road behind here, right?

Little Boy: If you walk up this road, you’ll get to the mine’s back door.

Little Boy: It’s just that daddy didn’t allow me to go to the mine to look for him… so I can only wait for him here.

MC: (So there was a little road like this! If this kid didn’t say, we really wouldn’t have noticed.)

MC: (Good thing we asked, or else we’d have to walk through a lot more worthless roads.)

INTERROGATION COMPLETE

Little Boy: Wah… daddy…

MC: Don’t worry, when we head down to the mine in a moment, we’ll definitely help you ask about where your dad is.

Little Boy: For real? Big sister, you’re not lying, are you?

MC: Of course I’m not, I promise.

Xia Yan: Relax, big brother promises that, if we see your dad, we’ll definitely let him know to return home fast.

Little Boy: Mhmm, big brother, big sister, you two really are great! Then I’ll be here, waiting for daddy to come home.

The boy smiled naively and innocently. All there was on his face was a smile of yearning and hope.

We walked for a long way down the little road, until the little boy’s silhouette disappeared. My heart still felt heavy.

MC: Xia Yan, we have to find information about Mark.

Xia Yan held my hand, the warmth of his palm transmitting gradually into my hand.

Xia Yan: Mhmm, we will find it.

I unconsciously held Xia Yan’s hand tight, like I was holding onto a power that could bring me stability and tranquility.

Part 2: Kuru Leisure Area

[Gameplay]

Part 3: Mine Observation Deck

[Gameplay]

Part 4: Kuru Mine Area - “Visiting the Mine”

Following that road that the little boy talked about, we smoothly entered the inside of Kuru Mine from the back door.

The mine was full of bustle. Each person looked like robots fixed on conveyor belts, numbly and repeatedly working.

When they found out about our arrival, most of the miners’ faces had numb expressions.

But there was also a small portion of people who eagerly explained everything that had happened here to us quietly.

Miner A: If it weren’t to support my family, I really couldn’t endure this for a day.

Miner B: Typically, aside from work, we work. We really live with way too much oppression.

Miner A: About the Mark thing, who doesn’t know about it? But how would we dare talk about it towards the outside?

Miner A: Yeah, if we talked about it, then our wages are going to be even more impossible to receive.

Miner A: You guys don’t know – ever since after Mark’s accident, they’ve dispatched people to watch us every day.

Miner B: Exactly. A few days ago, wasn’t Jerry brought back… ugh.

Maybe it was that they typically had very few chances like this to speak their mind, but gradually… more and more miners joined in.

The miners popped in with their own words, breaking down the various sorts of unfairness they typically encountered.

I recorded every useful word of information that they said in detail. Right then, a person ran furiously over to us.

Miner Boss: Who let you two in?! Get out!

[Gameplay]

MC: We’ve already obtained solid evidence on the mine’s breaking of laws. Give it up.

Miner Boss: Hmph, so what? Here, what I say goes.

Xia Yan: That might not be the case. Don’t struggle – the more you do things that you should feel guilty for, the more likely it is to be noticed at some point.

Xia Yan: The things that have occurred in the mine, the circumstances that the miners have reacted to – I’ve already told the police before you appeared.

Xia Yan waved his phone. The phone screen displayed the call records with the local police, the timing of which was 10 minutes before.

Xia Yan: The police will be here immediately. Next up, just wait to explain to the police.

The miner boss’s complexion blanched all at once.

Ten minutes later, the police took the miner boss away, and promised to everyone that they would solve the problems very quickly.

The miners basically didn’t dare believe everything that had happened in front of their eyes. Only until after the silhouettes of the police disappeared did they crowd around again.

Miner A: Oh my god, is this for real? J-just now, when the police said that they’d dispatch people to supervise our mine?

Miner B: … I must be dreaming. They even said they’d take charge of recovering the wages that the mine deducted for us?!

MC: It’s real, don’t worry.

Miner B: I didn’t think we could… could wait until this day. It simply is just like I’m dreaming.

Miner A: Thank you. Seriously, thank you so much.

Xia Yan: No problem, all of this is something we should be doing.

MC: Right, I’ve still got some questions that I’m not too clear on… if it’s convenient, could we chat a little longer?

Miner A: Of course! Ask me, I’ll tell you everything I know.

INTERROGATION START

Mark’s Personality

MC: What kind of person was Mark typically?

Miner A: About that, Mark had a bit of a temper, but he really was a very good person.

Miner A: There was a time before when I couldn’t finish my work, and it was Mark who helped me do it.

Miner A: Ugh… I really hope he’s alright.

MC: Don’t worry too much, I’m sure that he’s alright.

Location of Disappearance

MC: Where is the cliff that Mark disappeared at located?

Miner A: It’s right near the newly-opened gem deposit behind the mine.

Miner A: After the incident happened that day, Mark jumped straight off the cliff, and we didn’t hold him back…

Xia Yan: Hmm, let’s go look around near the cliff in a moment, then?

MC: Mhmm, we might be able to find some clues.

Aftermath Information

MC: Have you all searched for Mark afterwards?

Miner A: We did search. We searched at the bottom of the cliff for a very long time, but we never found him.

Miner A: Ugh… don’t know how he’s doing.

Miner A: Because the mine watched us strictly before, we also had no way of running to far-off places to search.

Miner A: Logically speaking, the cliff he jumped off isn’t very high, and there’s a river in the canyon, so there shouldn’t be any danger…

MC: (That being so, it’s very likely that Mark is still alive.)

INTERROGATION COMPLETE

Miner A: Do you two have any other questions?

MC: None more. I’ve basically got an understanding on the Mark issue, thank you.

Not long after, the local police returned to the mine again, requesting that the miners cooperate with evidence-obtaining investigation.

If their complaints turned out to be true, the mine would pay the price for its unscrupulous conduct.

All the hard work would be worth it.

Part 5: Mine Pit Flower Field

[Gameplay]

Part 6: Warmth of the Palms

Mine Pit Flower Field

The information that Xia Yan and I collected became the most beneficial evidence to knock down the unscrupulous mine.

The local police took action quickly, closing down the gem mine, and arranging for the miners to work temporarily at the mine supervised by the local government.

We finally received results from a day of running around. Only right then did I truly have the heart to sit down and enjoy the scenery of Kuru Mine.

MC: It’s so tranquil… I hope the Kuru Mine crisis can also truly calm down.

Xia Yan: The local working departments have already intervened. I’m sure that the circumstances will improve quickly.

MC: Speaking of which, the difference between the rich and the poor really is huge here in Tambuyani. The capital Xiangya City has artificial beaches and commerce streets…

MC: But here there are only some thatched huts, earth fields, and the poor who worry for their livelihoods.

Xia Yan: At Tambuyani, the industry for natural resources like diamonds, coal, gold, and gemstones is indeed very developed…

Xia Yan stroked his chin with his fingers, seeming like he was organizing his language.

Xia Yan: But the local business development is really slow. It’s not enough to support the entire country’s economic system.

Xia Yan: The gem-mining sector isn’t complicated. Just some labor work from those in the primes of their lives can deal with it.

Xia Yan: Thus, the remunerations earned by the workers are relatively low, while the money-earning sectors like jewelry design, sales, et cetera, are controlled by a small portion of people.

Xia Yan: This way, the earned profits will forever circulate only within a little, closed circle.

Xia Yan: Like a vicious circle enveloped by a bubble. The rich in the circle get richer and richer, and the poor outside the circle get poorer and poor.

MC: This time counts as us poking a little hole in the bubble, right?

Xia Yan: Mhmm, I’m sure that one day, the bubble will disappear.

If there is no one who takes the initiative to raise the bonfire, penetrating the long night with light, the darkness will always exist.

Hopefully, Xia Yan and I had inadvertently lifted a torch… lighting the way forward for travelers.

MC: It’s just a pity that the whereabouts of the miner Mark and the golden gem are unknown… I feel like your commission this time might not be completable this time.

Xia Yan: That businessman just wanted to recover his payment. I just asked the police – they will urge the people in charge at the mine to return the payment as soon as possible.

Xia Yan: About Mark… I do have an idea about it…

Hearing Xia Yan say this, I knew that he definitely had thought of some plan.

MC: What, what? Tell me quick!

Xia Yan: Isn’t there a river at the bottom of Kuru Mine?

Xia Yan: The distance of the mine and the riverbed is about 10 metres… the riverbed is very wide and the water flow is rapid.

Xia Yan: Mark might have been injured when he fell, but he probably doesn’t have any major life-threatening injuries.

Xia Yan: I’m guessing that he was carried along the river all the way downstream. We can go see the downstream area – maybe we’ll notice something.

The downstream area of Kuru Mine’s canyon river…

MC: Isn’t that the Delai River Canyon we’re going to tomorrow?!

Xia Yan: Mhmm, so I want to go to the canyon tomorrow to search.

MC: I’m going to pray – I hope that tomorrow…

Xia Yan: Wait a bit.

Xia Yan folded a flower blossom – one where I didn’t know the name of, but it bloomed extremely splendidly. He wrapped the flower stem on my wrist, fastening it into a bracelet.

MC: Hmm?

Xia Yan: Try the wish-making method of the Tambuyani indigenous people.

Xia Yan: Wrap a flower with tenacious vitality on your wrist, then speak your wish to it…

Xia Yan: And then your heart’s wish will receive the god of flowers’ blessing. No matter how many hindrances you encounter, it will successfully come true at the end!

As he spoke, Xia Yan held up my hand solemnly. The slight warmth from the overlap of his pair of hands transmitted into my heart…

Xia Yan: It’s done, make your wish!

MC: I hope that there will be good news tomorrow. Um… and…

MC: (I hope that Xia Yan and I can be together every day, and be happy every day!)

Xia Yan: And what?

MC: Nothing – it’s a heart’s wish, after all… if I say all of it, it might not come true!

I picked a flower stem and wrapped it on his wrist, smoothly tuning away the topic.

MC: How about you make a wish too?

The fingers he held my hand with became somewhat stronger.

Xia Yan: I hope… all your heart’s wishes will come true.

Xia Yan’s voice was gentle and sincere, like a breeze that brushed past the flower petals in the night, softly melting in my heart.

MC: T-this doesn’t count. What about your own wish…

Xia Yan: It counts. This is my wish.

The solemn voice tapped on my heart, and the warmth of the overlapping hands made me forget the flower bracelet knotted on my wrist.

The wish made to the flower god was just a formality. The warmth transmitted from Xia Yan’s fingertips was the true power that made me feel at peace.

MC: Xia Yan…

Xia Yan: Mhmm, I’m here.

Yes, because Xia Yan was here, I wouldn’t feel any fear or worry.

Because he was… that person who would accompany me to achieve our goals together, no matter now many hindrances there were – he always was.

#未定事件簿 #tears of themis #tears of themis translations #xia yan #mihoyo #tot translation #xia yan is just so sweet my heart can't take it jfsdkdsjf

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stone-man-warrior · 4 years ago

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https://twitter.com/BBCPolitics/status/1329803055051788290

The Pope's Crucifix and use of it for saying and plotting terror updates, commands, marching orders:

There is a shire called Liecester in UK, and another one called Gliecester there too.

So, for this, specifically, Liecester & Glieseser are places that represent positions on the vertical axis of the Pope's Crucifix. There is a range that exists between Liesester & Glieceter.

Liecester = "The people who lie"

Gliecester = "The people who sing"

Gliecester are whistlebowers, reporters of crime & terrorism to law enforcement. Liecester are the people who the whistleblowers in the Glee Club of Gliesester are reporting about.

The liars of Liecester don't like being reported about, they don't like songs written about them.

On the vertical axis of the Pope's Crucifix, the liars of Liecester plot the depth's of knowledge about them, and other information about Liars and Singers in the Glee Club, so that other Liars can stay out of trouble, in Liecester.

The Glee Club does not have suitable representation at places where the Pope's Crucifix can be viewed.

There could be Tweets of the past to look at, to find instances when the range that exists between Liecester & Gleicester becomes smaller. If the Gliecester Glee Club has ever been reported to have performed in Liecester, that was bad for Liecester's Liars. The result may have been that the Glee Club from Gliecester could have been boo'ed offstage, or Worcestershire, tomatoe throwing could have happened. If tomatoes are thrown at the Glee Club while in Liecester, there is no way for the Glee Club of Gliecester to survive the incoming tomatoes when hurled by skilled liars of Liecester.

When things turn to the Worcestershire, then they start to go sideways, onto the horizontal axis of the Pope's Crucifix, for plotting. Worcestershire sauce, is made of fish. That's right, little tiny sardines are what the Worcestershire sauce is made of. Tastes good, somehow, but is made of old, fermented fish. It's fish wine, non-alcoholic, is like coffee without the caffeine, decaffeinated. So what is the point of having Worcestershire fish wine if it has no alcohol?

They will gladly show you the Worcestershire points, when it gets sideways at the Glee Club Concert from Gleicester, performed to the Liars of Liecester.

They pour the Worcestershire sauce all over the Free Range Chicken.

After the show, a Ox driven cart rolls through the streets of Liecester, picking up the debris left from tomatoe fight. The cart is driven by a Mongolian man who speaks Russian. There is a Japanese slave who is chained to the cart, picking up the remnants from the Choir Concerto. The Japanese man has a Hibichi bar-b-que on the cart, but no matches. The Ox, is a Canadian named Bleau. The Organ Grinder plays the bellows while his monkey collects valuables left by the crowd. The monkey ties the items onto the sides of the Ox Cart, as it goes clanging and klunking through the cobblestone streets of Liecester, until it's out of view, but can be heard, as it makes it's rounds.

This is the part where Catsup, is supposed to turn into Ketchup. Unfortunately, the Ketchup continues to lose ground to the Catsup at the store. It's Different Sauce. Happens when things get Worcestershire in Liecester. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MBUu5HwIr8k

Bydio, the Ox Cart, happens at 11:12: (To read terror comm better, learn these titles to these songs, close your eyes, listen, and see the music in your mind. Let the London Symphony Orchestra, guide you.) (why are the Russian composer's titles all in French language? Hint: There is no Russia. There is Quebec, and, there is Mongolia. One has nothing to do with the other.)

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https://twitter.com/ReutersUK/status/1329848272568131584

The air-money is visible, cresting.

A crest is a crown. Sssshhhush, it's a secret.

Ever play air-guitar?

Air-money is like that, for Royals.

Monopoly money.

Have you ever been to an auction?

They have "lots" there. You can buy 'em.

You have to compete with other bidders, unless no one wants a lot. The auctioneer, says: "all this for one money" as he points to the lot. Then, real quick: "Going once, twice, souled!"

Someone gets a lot, for one money.

The auctioneers are "Yoddelers"

They sell someones baby, the estate where someone lived. They are "Baby Yoda-lers"

The baby Yodalers sell the baby, lots of them, all for one money. There is a Ox Cart that comes by, filled with air-money, to pay for the baby lots at the auction.

Someone sees that the money is fake, is air-money, chases the Ox Cart. The Ox Cart goes to the JP Morgain Chase Bank, the place where the air comes from, to turn up the gain on the air-guitar hi-gain crunch channel on the Pope's Flying V Guitar Rig, for air-guitar performance, through a stack of Marshall’s. The Pope, is the spokesperson for "The King", turns loose some lions where the chase happened.

Bit Coin is born. The Pope collects the souls, with a different Ox Cart. The auctioneers celebrate, they have a parade, and give thanks to the Pope and the King.

The have a feast. Thanksgiving to the Pope.

Then, there is an auction, where there are lots for sale, you can buy 'em.

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https://twitter.com/ABC/status/1329911713295179776

Mayfair = Mayflower

A boat.

The boat is filled with pirates at the Malls of America, where there is a circus, a carnival, Ferris wheel is inside there, has a theater, can get some pop corn if you want, and a large Soda for me and my friends and family on Black Friday. AAAaaarrgghhhhhh!

Wisconsin = wind; cons; sinning

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vxd4Hjun--s

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Must be a space auction.

Air-guitar.

Comes with a Cole Clark Angel, natural blonde, Acoustic Guitar from Zzounds Music, with a crooked tuning machine on the headstock at the small E string.

(See Tumblr post from a couple of days ago for more about the Air Guitar Bit Coin Money Machine. This is a bigger terror event than most. It’s important.)

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(Tumblr made me do this space addition twice so I could show you how terror is communicated, they don’t like it when the Glee Club sings songs about them or their friends in Leicester)

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Things to consider include that Space Blonde Angel has been up there for about twelve years, and no one has noticed. You have to trust your own memory for that, they purged all of the information, photos and videos of her from the internet. In fact that whole mission happened about twelve years ago, was presented again as new. The purpose for the rerun is that the information contained in it, combined with a plethora of other reruns on twitter, are Global Domination attack orders that already worked good in the past, so, rather than reinvent the wheel in the sky, they just do a rerun, while insisting it’s all new, just happened, is fresh, when more than a decade has passed since the introductory command order presentations of attack plans. Twitter news media, powered by Google from Verified Accounts makes it happen.

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https://twitter.com/CBSNews/status/1329936822231822336

Go find the things I wrote about “Space Karen” and how “Space Karen Trending” on Twitter was a set-up of communication from Twitter, so that terror operatives associated with the Wisconsin Mall Event could find further comm, about the planned event, to use for yet more comm, after the event, contained in a Tweet made by Bill Karins. who is the real space Karin that Musk Space Karen was pointing to.

Here, we see that the Wisconsin Mall event happened in Wuawatosa Wisconsin. That is the connection to Bill Karins and his terror crew at nbc/Universal/Comcast on Twitter as @BillKarins.

The connection can be seen in my previous observations and in depth reporting here on tumblr from a few days ago, where I pointed out that there was a Wah-Wah and a Hua Hua contained in information about a “Greek Hurricane” in nicoragua called “Iota”.

I suggested that “You have to bring your own Chi” about the Hua Hau that was happening in nicoragua at the time, per Mr. Karins, the real Space Karin for this Space Auction Yodelling at the Mall of America.

It all boils down to physical slaughtering of people somewhere on earth. We cannot know where the slaughtering is occurring by reading the information on Twitter, because it’s all old reruns, all of the news was presented long ago, the exact same tweets were reposted as new more than twelve years after the first introductory posting of them.

How are we to determine where the actual current Global Domination slaughtering is happening now?

You have to go to Rockefeller Center, find Lester Holdt, and make him talk. That’s how. Find David Letterman, and Jay Leno, make them talk.

Do that tonight before the show is over. Bring your own hospital. Bring your own Chi.

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Observation of the Mall of America Black Friday pre-show includes that CBS posted two 25 second clips of remarks made by the officer there, in rapid succession, one after the other. The two clip’s are identical to one another, but the text of the Tweeted information is different.

Worcestershire sauce happened at the Mall of America Black Friday Pre-show event. There were Free Range Chickens involved, I am confidant.

Other observation includes that the familiar “Schul Schut” news conference arrangement, stance, formation of multiple Public Safety Offices Representatives, is not present that I can see, so far. That translates to: “no ground was gained”

My assessment of those arranged news conferences where the representatives all stand in formation around a central speaker, is that what ever event that occurred and was being reported about rendered some ground somewhere. The more agencies present, then the more overtaken by Global Domination terror army is the geographic area of subject, which may not be the location of the news event. I want to advise that such events are arranged ahead of time for taking over substantial targets, such as entire LE offices, courthouses, schools, hospitals, county, state and federal buildings, so the staff at those places can be replaced with SAG Actors at the management and leadership levels, and Canadian terror soldiers who compose the majority of staff replaced.

I also want to advise that these kinds of takeovers have been going on for more than fifty years, so, over time, there are fewer real pubic safety, and increasingly more fake public safety, making very dangerous conditions for the remaining real public safety personnel.

Some speculation that may provide advantage to the real public safety is about Google and Sundar Pichai, and the news that is about Mr. Pichai. Sundar

Sunned Aarrgghhh!

A blessed terror leader, blessed by the Sun, the Pope. Both, are pirates who say: AAAaarrrggghhhh!

Pichai

Pitch. To throw. “The throw before the toss” from Ronnie James Dio and “The Last in Line.

AI = Artificial Intelligence. That means “Imposter Police” and the information such police say, command, order, carry out... all bullshit, Sundar is a major contribute to the bullshit presented by imposter police.

When the news stories are about the Google parent company called Alphabet, the news is somehow about orders from “The Text”, the Vatican, the one who blesses Sundar Pichai, Pope Francis, The Bergoglio.

Bergoglio

“Berrrrr but it’s cold here.”

Gog is short for Google.

Lio is the Lion, the King,

The Bergoglio is at the Vatican, controlling Google, with stings attached to Sundar Pichai, the Pitcher at the Baseball Ballgame.

They take US Military bases with use of the nitrous gas weapon, and mideaval tactics that are greatly enhanced with modern technology, commanded from the Vatican and Britain House of Lords. The orders reach Hollywood Terror Command at Screen Actor Guild, where the orders are transformed into workable planned screenplay ahead of time. Canadian terror army soldiers are provided to the SAG for carrying out the orders to attack, and take, valuable strategic targets without being detected.

Watch out for news about Alphabet.

“The Alphabet” when used openly in terror speak, is the conglomerate of all of the public safety agencies combined. FBI, nsa, ATF, USMC, USAF, USn, USPS even fits in there along with DHS (Dept. of Human Resources; Department of Health) and EVERY other agency where rules and regulations are generated, and enforced, so, DEQ, DMV, and the dog catcher, are inclusive of the proverbial terror alphabet.

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https://twitter.com/Pontifex/status/1329763925190172672

This looks like commands to purge old embarrassing and revealing information from the internet to me.

The Papal Panty Raid Like is another indication of the same terror comm. The order was preceded by a advisory statement to the Papal Pirate HQ from Epiphone at Hollywood terror command HQ, who saw that there was a problem, and made the advisory through promotional email from the music industry, Vatican Choir HQ. Before that, the advisory came from other, lower ranking members at Chicago Music Exchange, where the advisory seems to have been originated from. The logo for these is the one Epiphone normally reserves for there student models. It's a pair of girls panties.

This below is the same terror message presented with Different Sauce.

https://twitter.com/BBCNews/status/1329984769069899776

https://twitter.com/ReutersUK/status/1329862169022894080

These and other ways to say the same thing seem to be a call to Sundar Pichai to purge specific information from the internet, not just from the search capabilities, but to seek and destroy particular terror evidence from the internet.

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chaoticneutralwriter · 5 years ago

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17; #1013Gift

In which it’s a very special someone’s birthday and you don’t think you had the words to describe how much you love him

Idol!Jimin x Staff!Fan!Reader

word count: 5.2k

genre: fluff, romance, fluff, comedy, fluff, oneshot, established relationship

A/N: It’s a best boi’s birthday and I gotta show some love because he makes me feel soft in my frozen heart :(( the world is whipped for Jimin. Happy birthday to the sweetest, talented, most handsome, humble, caring fairy/angel in the world. Thank you for being our singer and I only wish all the happiness and health to you forever. Now let me kiss your cheekies.

“Y/N-ssi! Please get the candles!”

“Yes!” You answer back, scurrying to grab the pack on the table as well as the additional matches that came with the order. You run into the artist room wherein you find most of the staff members setting up the rich chocolate cake on the coffee table, pinning the little custom toppers that had cute and silly pictures Jimin had took along with a big ‘Happy Birthday’ edible plaque in the middle. You hand off the candles, each of which are shaped into the numbers two and four before turning to busy yourself with setting up other things.

The boys will be coming off stage soon from their encore and after giving back their mics, they would gather in this room to cool off, take post-concert pictures for Twitter and change to head back to their hotel for the night. At least, that’s what they would usually do but today there is an additional event on the list.

Today is Jimin’s 24th birthday.

Because of the special occasion, it seems like everyone and everything is supercharged with extra energy and excitement, including yourself. The smile had yet to leave your face ever since the beginning of the day in spite of already wishing Jimin a happy birthday through Kakao (right at midnight!) and in person albeit briefly before he was swept away for rehearsals and of course the concert. And boy what a concert that was. The tension was always high for a BTS show but this time around, you felt like it was even higher which should be impossible but you shouldn't be surprised, it’s the boys and proving people wrong is kind of their specialty now. Of course the fans didn’t disappoint either, matching the boys' energy level right up until the end. You can still hear the chorus of them singing happy birthday to Jimin echoing through the stadium and the scale of it had you, for lack of better words, really shook.

It made you think how it must feel if you were on the receiving end of all that love and support.

So by the time the concert is drawing to a close, you had worked up the feeling of longing in your chest to really sit down and spend time with Jimin properly. Your hand unconsciously goes into the pocket of your official tour pullover, fiddling with the small box hidden inside. The morning had been so hectic that you didn’t have the time to give Jimin your gift and you were hoping now that the show is done, you’ll be able to have a better chance. But evidently, the birthday boy was quite popular right now.

“Oh, they’re coming!” Someone announces and with those words, a flurry of things are set into motion. The candles get lit, someone grabs the camcorder and stays by the doorway on standby, and then suddenly your vision is obscured by the large bouquet of flowers shoved into your arms. You splutter, taken off guard for a second before you too get into your position just as the lights are shut off, leaving only the small glow of the candles to burn brightly.

There’s a moment of silence, and then a commotion of noises growing louder until it finally reaches the room. When the door clicks open…

“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Park Jimin! Happy birthday to you!”

It was a mess of voices, all singing together in various tones but the volume rising above everyone’s was probably a mixture of Jin, Yoongi and Jungkook (off-key but still harmonious in some bizarre way that you can’t help but pause in your own singing to wheeze). Jimin’s got a big smile on his face as he approaches the awaiting cake, eyes creasing until they practically disappear as he presses his hands together in a brief moment of making a wish before blowing out the candles —

With his nose.

You really love this man.

You’re actually thankful now that you have the large bouquet in your arms because now you can hide your face that is bursting with muffled laughter. The round of applause also helped too.

“Thank you everyone, all the staff, the members, the fans who organized so many amazing events for my birthday. I’m so thankful to have you all here to celebrate this special day with me.” Jimin says, a hand placed over his heart like he’s about to burst from all the feelings inside of him. “Please continue to take care of me!” He finishes with a deep bow and everyone cheers.

You were mid-clapping when you feel someone gently nudge you on your shoulder. Glancing back, you meet the eyes of one of the staff members who gestures with her chin to the flowers still in your arms. Oh!

Your face grows hot as you weave your way through the bodies of people to get to the centre where Jimin is. His back was towards you as he accepts a gift bag from Hoseok so you tentatively try to get his attention. Luckily for you, you can always count on one of the members to help you out.

“Hyung, Y/N-noona is behind you.” Jungkook calls from his seat on the black couch, already fork deep in the cake.

At that, Jimin whips around, stepping back slightly as he too gets taken aback at how large the bouquet is in your arms. Nevertheless, he beams at you.

“Noona what’s happening here?” He giggles, manoeuvring the gift bag so it slid lower onto his forearm, freeing his hands.

“These are from your dad.” You supply, lifting up the assortment of flowers and nearly breaking your wrist at how heavy they were.

“Aish, I swear he gets bigger ones each year.” You hear him jokingly say. You smile, about to tell him that it’s only because he really loves his precious son but your thoughts are short-circuited when you feel his hand wrap around your wrists, tugging you forward until you were almost to his chest, the bouquet being the only thing standing in between you. You peer up with wide eyes and though you’re barely able to see above the colourful flora, you still make out the sly grin pulling back Jimin’s full lips. “But he’s managed to find such a pretty flower that I’m willing to let it slide.”

Off to the side, you hear coughing, loud and forced and your blush deepens as you try to shrink yourself to hide behind the bouquet, even as your heart is doing backflips in your sternum.

“Yah, I could’ve died eating this cake and then what would we have done?” Seokjin complains though he’s only half serious.

“Oh hyung, don’t be dramatic.” Jimin rebuttals, taking the flowers off of your hands, but still keeping a hold on you as he shuffles to one of the couches. “And that’s my cake you’re eating! I still haven’t had a bite of it yet!” You have no choice but to follow, perching yourself on the armrest of the couch even when Jimin tries to sneakily tug you onto his lap. Once he’s settled, he takes the time to open the little card attached to the pick in the bouquet, about to read it when he realizes that it was all in English.

“Noona can you tell me what this says? I can only make out a few words.” He hands the card to you and you hesitate for a moment, not really sure if you should intrude on such a private thing but with one quick glance around the room, Namjoon's nowhere to be found. Your eyes catch Jimin's though and he's smiling up at you and it's only then that you feel like you're given the okay to read it.

Taking the card from his grasp you scan over the words and can't help the smile that blooms on your lips as you translate, “To my precious son, I wish you a happy birthday where you may always be happy and healthy. Take care of yourself, I love you very much, from your father.”

You watch fondly as his face changes in the subtlest of ways, growing softer as he takes in the words written before his lips break into another beautiful smile again once he’s finished.

“Wow, my dad really is such a romantic.” Jimin laughs breathily.

“Yeah, you would have to get that side of you from somewhere Jimin-ie.” Namjoon comments, now fully changed into his own clothes. When Jimin opens his mouth to protest, Taehyung takes the time to swoop in and deliver a forkful of cake into his mouth, effectively stopping him. You hold back a giggle as he pouts but chews anyways. The rest of the guys wander off one by one to go change and gather their things to set off back to the hotel. Jimin continues to lounge on the couch, slowly chipping away at his cake and you’re content to watch him.

“Noona, you should try this cake, it’s really good.” He says, trying to scoop up a piece to offer to you.

You shake your head. “No it’s okay, it’s your cake after all. You have your fill.”

“But I want to feed you~”

You splutter, feeling warm again and the whiney way in which he says it makes it almost impossible to resist. You suppose you can take a bite…but you really should be saving your appetite for dinner tonight… Oh heck this is Jimin, the birthday boy, who are you to say no —

“If you’re going to eat a piece, make sure it’s not the part where he blew his nose all over it.” Hoseok interjects as he casually saunters over to pick up his kermit duffle bag from one of the seats.

“Ah hyung!” Jimin exclaims petulantly, whipping his head to face the dancer and you bite back a snort, watching as his ears and the back of his neck turn crimson. “I would nev—I didn’t do such a thing! When did I — ?! Noona, don’t listen to him.”

“Wah this guy; she was in the same room as us when you blew out your candles that way! What are you saying, ‘I never did such a thing?!’” You hear Seokjin practically announce to the world and you see him across the room while dramatically pointing an accusing finger at Jimin.

That finally pushes a wheezing chuckle past your lips as you bend over slightly in hopes of concealing it but Jimin hears it all the same. He looks at you from the corner of his eyes, looking a lot like a child caught red-handed with his hand in the cookie jar. You compose yourself, turning back to give him a warm smile.

“It’s okay Jimin-ah, I still love you.”

Immediately a chorus of ooh’s go off around the room before it escalates to straight up whoops and hollers (you think you hear Yoongi screeching in the mix, yelling for everyone to start heading for the vans). It does nothing to calm the redness of Jimin’s ears so he all but curls in on himself, ducking his head into his hands as he lets out his own yell of embarrassment. You finally throw your head back and laugh aloud, can’t stand the group’s antics anymore as you get up from your seat.

“C’mon Jimin, go get change so you can go back to the hotel to rest and continue celebrating.” You encourage, trying to coax him with a few gentle pats on his head. He’s dyed his hair to a rich pink that borderlines on being magenta and despite his constant dye jobs, it’s still silky to the touch. You pull away before you get lost in wanting to stay and stroke his hair forever. After a few more minutes of coaxing, Jimin eventually drags himself out of his hole of embarrassment to change out of the concert t-shirt he was given to wear for the encore, coming out with one of his own shirts and a slightly baggy zip-up hoodie.

“You should come by my room for dinner noona.” Jimin suggests, hauling his bag over his shoulder as you two walk towards the hall leading towards the garage.

“I thought your members wanted to get together and drink a little for your birthday.” You say, stopping in your tracks.

“It’s just a few drinks to unwind and celebrate another successful concert, they won’t be long.”

You throw a look at him, tilting your head but can’t help smiling softly. “Don’t worry about me.” You reassure, taking his hand and squeezing when he goes to protest again. “Relax and enjoy your time with them freely. Besides, I still have to help around here a little bit more before leaving.”

You watch him chew his bottom lip and you feel the urge to reach up and stop him. So in a spurt of courage, you lean up to brush your lips to his cheeks but miscalculate in your hesitancy and instead, land one on the corner of his chin. It still does the trick in surprising him, wide eyes blinking down at you as you duck away in shyness.

“I-I’ll text you okay?”

Jimin reluctantly agrees with a mumble but not wanting to let you go just yet, pulls you into his arms. You’re more than happy to oblige as he rocks the both of you in place, taking in each other’s warmth as you bury your head into his shirt that still has the barest hints of his cologne on. Every once in a while you feel him press soft kisses on the crown of your head that causes you to involuntarily squeeze your arms tighter around him, refusing to look up at him like a knee jerk reaction from an overload of affection. You hear him giggle above you and then suddenly you’re assaulted by a barrage of kisses, Jimin making sure to smack his lips loudly each time he makes contact until you squeal and leap out of his arms, face boiling hot.

“G-Get going! They’re all w-waiting for you! I’ll let you know when I’m at the hotel okay? Love you, gotta go bye!” You say it all in one breath, turning hurriedly to scurry off but then screech to a halt when you remembered; his gift! So you race back almost shame-faced, eyes refusing to meet Jimin’s so all you hear is a noise of confusion but you grab his hand and shove the small black box into it before pivoting so fast you almost gave yourself whiplash, running all the way back to the waiting room to help pack away any remaining things that might need to be brought back to the hotel as well as clean up.

The last thing you hear is Jimin’s laugh echoing down the hall, followed by an equally loud ‘love you too!’

It’s midnight by the time you finally step foot into the hotel. You and the staff members have packed away most of the luggage trunks that contain a plethora of stage outfits, cosmetics and other knick knacks that was a part of the concert. You all also took advantage of the catering leftovers, some taking food for when everyone needs to be up early and already on the go with no time for morning room service.

During the time you worked to clean up, Jimin had been messaging you through Kakao, asking how you were doing and if you’ll be on your way soon, all of which you reply, telling him that you will be and reminding him that he should be enjoying his dinner and drinks with his members. It’s been a good while since then, the singer becoming uncharacteristically quiet but you can only attribute that to him taking up on your advice or that he must’ve headed off to bed early after a belly full of good food, drinks and being dead tired from doing a concert.

So you’re surprised when your messenger goes off as you’re on your way to your floor and when you pull out your phone to check, the name that pops up is Jimin’s.

“Noonaaaaa, are youh ere yet???? TTT“

“I miss youuu TT please hurryy backkk TTT”

You snort, taking the time to reply back to him and wondering to yourself if there was any possible way that Jimin is currently very tipsy right now (something you think is rather impossible, given how much the boy drinks but even then, he looks and acts fairly sober) for him to be texting this way.

“Yes, I’m on my way to my room. Did you eat well? What are you doing still up?”

“Yess I ate a lot ^^ but I miss youu moree TT

Come over to my room pleaese~~? I’m lonely”

A character sticker pops up under the message, expressing big, round puppy eyes that you can’t say no to.

So you don’t.

“hh okay, I’ll come over just for a bit alright?”

“Yayyy!!!! I’ll wait for you~~~ <3”

A giggle escapes you before you hit the elevator button to close the door and push the appropriate floor the boys were on. Once it reaches with a ding, you head out down the hall, past doors until you finally come to the right one and after ringing the doorbell once, it flings open and you’re engulfed in a tight embrace.

“Noonaaaa~!” Jimin whines, making an effort to wrap himself around you like a koala bear. “I miss you~~”

“We just saw each other not too long ago Jimin-ah.” You laugh breathlessly, straining from his weight even though you’re putting back as much effort into the hug.

“That’s too long ago….” He murmurs into your hair. You chuckle, patting him on the head as he continues to smother you but choke out a squeak when he suddenly lifts you and shuffles the both of you into his room. He does well in balance for the most part, to the point where you’re baffled but like your thoughts had jinxed it, his foot catches mid-step and you get deposited onto the couch a lot less gracefully than what Jimin had intended. You release an ‘oof’ as your back hits the cushions and Jimin barely has any time to keep his weight from crushing you, bracing his hands on either side of you to do so.

“Oh my God noona, are you okay? I didn’t mean to drop you.” He’s apologizing between embarrassed giggles and find yourself smiling and giggling along with him.

“It’s okay.” You assure, voice slightly muffled into his shoulder before jokingly asking. “Are you drunk?”

He pulls back if only to give you a greasy grin, “If you mean on your love, then yes.”

You turn away with a snort and when you feel like that wasn’t enough, you bring a hand up to hide half of your face while using the other to give a small shove on his chest. He gets off of you with a laugh, squeaking as he heads off into another part of the room. After taking the time to recover, you finally take notice of the coffee table in front of you that’s laid out with various plates of fruits, pastries and the half eaten cake Jimin received earlier. Your eyes naturally turn to where Jimin’s back is facing you, busying himself at a round dining table that’s been pushed to the far corner littered with white porcelain plates of dinner, multiple glasses and champagne bottles; hints of the members being here earlier. It seems like they had a good time.

“Did you eat yet noona?”

“Ah, I had a bit to eat before leaving.” You answer, sinking comfortably back into your seat as you continue to watch Jimin. He strides languidly from the table to the other side of the room near the mini fridge, a bottle of champagne in his hand and when your eyes travel to his destination, you spy the two additional flute glasses that he automatically reaches for. You tilt your head in disbelief though a smile creeps onto your lips all the same; you honestly shouldn’t be surprised at this point. No sooner, Jimin settles down beside you, placing the two glasses onto the table before he goes to uncork the bottle.

“You should eat more, there’s plenty of food left still. The hyungs all went a little crazy with the room service.” He says that but sloshes the alcohol he’s pouring into his glass, splashing some of it onto the plate of strawberries. You try not to let out a laugh, however the strong exhale through your nose gives you away anyways.

“Don’t laugh.” Jimin scolds playfully, lowering his tone so that it sounded more nasally and from the base of his throat.

“Yes, Jimin-ssi.” You smile, taking the glass he offers you and when he grabs his own, you raise yours in cheers. “Happy birthday to Jimin-ah.”

“Thank you jagiya~” He coos back, clinking his glass to yours before he turns away out of respect to down it in one go. You’re left blinking by yourself as you, at most, take a hearty sip of yours. It’s not the first time you’ve seen him do that but it still leaves you very awestruck and…. A little afraid.

When he finishes, Jimin throws his head back, sighing out loudly in satisfaction as he ruffles his hair, smile never leaving his plush lips. You find yourself having the same problem as you watch him practically radiate joy from every fibre of his being, placing your glass down to reach for a piece of fruit. You both fall into quiet conversations about your day, the gifts he got, the projects he’s seen on Twitter for his birthday, funny things that happened during the day, conversations with his members — all the little things. You try your best to indulge in Jimin’s drinking but find very quickly that it’s best to sit that one out as you’re already feeling quite the buzz by the third glass, any more and Jimin would probably be the one to carry you to bed.

“How was celebrating your birthday during a concert?”

The singer’s smile widen (if that’s even possible) until his eyes crease, lolling his head so that it rests on the back of the couch as he replies, “It was amazing. It’s not the first time I’ve celebrated my birthday on tour but every time it’s always special because it makes me realize that no matter where I am, there’s always so many people who love and cherish me; ARMY, the members, the staff and you. You’re the ones who make it special even when I might think my birthday is not all that special.”

“What are you saying…without your birthday you wouldn’t exist…” You scold in a mumble, mouth stuffed with a pineapple wedge. “And that would suck…”

Your comment causes Jimin to giggle melodically, reaching over as if to pinch your cheek but you deflect, ducking away like a cat who doesn’t want to be petted. It makes him want to tease you more but he lets it go for now.

“I’m just a little sad that my family couldn’t make it to the show this time around…” Jimin continues with a sigh, running a hand through his hair. “I would’ve love to have dinner with them and introduced you…”

Your eyes widen a fraction at the confession, heart speeding up at the thought of meeting Jimin’s family. In the time that you’ve been dating Jimin, he very seldom lets anyone interact with the people he cherishes most (friend or family). He’s scarily a good judge of character, even if he had only spoken two words to someone he just met. Jimin’s always polite and friendly by nature of course, but he’s someone who doesn’t accept just anyone into his circle of friends. So for him to announce that he wants you to meet his family….

You feel honoured as you break out into a cold sweat.

“Jagiya relax.” Jimin giggles, taking a hold of your hand, his face turned towards you now to notice your quiet panic. “I’m just getting ahead of myself… But I really do want you to meet them, and when you do, I’m positive they’ll love you.”

The sincerity of his words makes your heart speed up for an entirely different reason now, and you find it hard to look away from the soft smile he’s giving you — not when he seems to look at you like you’re the entire universe when his eyes are the ones that glisten like he holds the universe in them. You’re smitten really, at how easily Jimin had washed away all your worries with simple touches and glances like this and it just makes you love him all the more.

“You think so…?” You don’t mean to whisper, but you feel like anything louder would disrupt this intimate moment you’re sharing. You feel him squeeze your hand gently, the sweetest of smile adorning his lips, setting his face aglow.

“I know so.”

His voice comes out in a much softer tone, huskier around the edges as he seems to share the same sentiment as you. Jimin’s eyes remain fixated on you, drinking your image in like it’s the first time he’s seen something so mesmerizing and for that, you can’t help but to steadily grow self-conscious. Before you’re able to drop your gaze from the intensity, he sighs out.

“God, I really want to kiss you right now noona.”

Your breath hitches; the way he says it sounds like he’s been holding back for quite some time, admitting only now because he can’t stand it for much longer. Maybe it’s the alcohol talking but you shouldn’t be the one to talk because suddenly, you feel a rush of adrenaline that spurs you on to do something you’d probably chicken out halfway if you were sober.

“Close your eyes.”

The steadiness in your voice takes even Jimin by surprise, blinking owlishly for a second before he obliges, eyes sliding close. You breathe in deeply, steeling your nerves and hoping that the sound of your rapidly beating heart doesn’t give you away as you lean in close until your lips press on the smooth skin of his forehead. You don’t linger for long as you slowly lower your face until your lips touch delicately over each of his eyelids, so soft that to Jimin, they feel like the brush of butterfly wings.

“Don’t look yet…” You murmur when you feel his eyes flutter behind closed lids and you move to place your lips on the apples of his cheek, taking in the way he seems to desperately want to reach out to you, feel your lips on his — a hard swallow, Adam’s apple bobbing and the subtle scrunch from the couch under his grip is the only thing that gives away his anticipation. You don’t mean to tease, but you can’t help but want to take your time in appreciating him, show how much you cherish him if not through your words than through your actions. So when you finally press a kiss to those soft, pillowy lips, he melts in an instant, instinctively tilting his head so that you both slot perfectly together.

Your eyes flutter close, giving in to him as you feel one hand cup the side of your neck and the other pulls you in even closer, hoisting you into his lap, chest bumping until all you feel is him. Your sighs are swallowed by him and he takes his time to kiss you thoroughly, just as you had with him, sucking on your bottom lip and coaxing you with his tongue. You break away multiple times only to draw back in because neither of you can’t get enough of the taste of each other but eventually you do with a soft smack of your lips. Mind clearing from the haze that is Jimin, you notice how you’re straddling his hips and how he’s reclined against the couch, staring up at you with pupils blown out underneath slightly tousled hair. His lips are parted as puffs of air brush against your cheek, pink and swollen with a wet sheen to them — you don’t think yours are any better but while you think you look like a complete, total mess, Jimin looks divine.

It must’ve showed on your face because a sly smile stretches across his face, followed by a chuckle that rumbles from his chest to yours.

“That was naughty of you noona.”

The deep raspy tone alone was nearly enough to sober you up. You begin to lean away, more than embarrassed but you feel his arms tighten around you, keeping you in place.

“No don’t….” He almost whines, “Give me one more for my birthday…”

You blink, letting his words sink in and when they do, a giggle bubbles up inside of you, making your shoulders shake and you have to lower your head down to rest against his shoulder. You hear him giggling along with you but you don’t think it’s for the same reason as yours. Once you’ve managed to reel yourself in, you bring a hand up to run a hand through his hair, brushing away the strands as lean your forehead gently against his own, smiling softly down at him.

“Okay….”

He’s all too pleased when you agree, smiling into the kiss that you’re all too happy to give.

You won’t point out the fact that it’s been way past midnight.

Bonus

You notice it as Jimin stretches his neck back for a second, the silver finally catching the light of the lamps.

“You’re wearing it…” You can’t help but let it slip out. Jimin hears you and follows your eyes until he sees what you’re so fixated on. A grin immediately breaks out across his lips.

“Of course I am noona. I was surprised when I opened it; how’d you find it?”

“I didn’t…” You admit, fiddling with the sleeves of your pullover. “I heard you lost it and how you couldn’t find a replacement ever since so…I thought you would like to have it again. I know it was important to you.”

He nuzzles his nose against yours affectionately, beaming at you with so much gratitude you think it’s a little undeserved of you. “Thank you noona, it really means a lot to me. I don’t know how I got so lucky to have someone who cares about me and ARMY.”

You’re the lucky one here, you think, cheeks heating up at the praises and you take to occupying yourself by straightening out the little silver letters that spell out ‘ARMY’ resting on the base of his neck. He flinches away, giggling from how ticklish your fingers are making him.

“You know I’m still ARMY even if I’m your girlfriend too, right?”

“Of course noona~ I know you’re my biggest fan~”

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northersouth · 5 years ago

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RC9GN Dream

Okay LOOK I was a big fan of RC9GN and I don’t know why this is happening now but I just had one HELL of a dream and I have to write down what happened because it was pretty wild. In my dream, I was watching Disney online and somehow got to “unaired” episodes of Randy Cunningham, like post-season 2 finale stuff. I’m going to just type everything out because I don’t want to forget any of it. So here’s what happened (divided by “episode”):

>The school is still being attacked by robots, but Randy has no idea why. He learns a new ninja move that can knock people out, accidentally uses it on Viceroy and then hides him in a janitor’s closet. Randy is like “This is bad, this is bad, this is bad” and Howard is like “I don’t see what the problem is” and Randy says “HOWARD, I just accidentally kidnapped Viceroy, McFist’s right-hand man!” and Howard is like “Yeah well McFist doesn’t know that, plus can’t you just mind whip him or something? Not to mention it gives you a chance to ask him what’s going on with all of the robots” and Randy is like “That... might actually be a good idea” and Howard says “Why thank you.” So they try to interrogate Viceroy Good Cop, Bad Cop style but aren’t able to make much progress. Viceroy eventually escapes, but Randy is able to stop him and mind whip him before he can leave the school. I don’t know what McFist’s motivations were.

>Bash Johnson is over at Randy’s house to work on a school project (reluctantly on Randy’s part, and they’re not even working on it), and they end up talking about stuff that annoys them at school and Randy mentions under his breath how it would be great if robots weren’t always attacking the school and almost killing him. And Bash is like “what was that” and Randy says “Oh, ugh, I was just saying how annoying McFist’s robots are, always attacking the school and stuff, right?”. Then Bash is like “What!? No McFist’s robots are awesome, imma go tell him you said that and then bring some here to really show you just how bruce theys are.” And then Bash runs off and Randy is like “oh no oh no oh no” and ninjas up so he can catch up to Bash while chasing his limo all the way back to McFist industries. The whole episode is a wild car chase but in the end, the ninja catches up to Bash, but he can’t convince him not to send robot’s to Randy’s house (Bash, uncaringly: “Ninja why are you trying so hard to protect some shoob?”) so Randy, desperate, knocks Bash unconscious to stop him and whips his mind (like they did with Viceroy) at the door of McFist industries. However, lots of people saw it.

>McFist is riding in a limo, going through Bash’s recent calls to try and figure out if anyone knows why the Ninja attacked him outside of McFist Industries, calling numbers and getting voicemails when someone surprisingly answers AND it’s someone he knows.

McFist: *dialed, got a voicemail*

McFist: “Hello this is Hannibal McFist I’m calling to see if you know why the ninja attacked Bash please call me back if you know anything.*

McFist: *dials, assumes he got another voicemail for the tenth or so time*

McFist: “Hello this is Hannibal McFist I-”

???: “Hannibal!?”

McFist: “Wah- Holly!? Is that you? It’s been forever! Wait a second why was Bash calling you?”

Holly: “You called my home phone, he was just over here the other day actually to work on a school project with my son.”

So McFist and Holly talk but Viceroy points out that the area around Holly’s house is actually an area with lots of ninja activity so McFist decides 1) he’ll send a bunch of robots there to lure the ninja out and 2) get Holly out of there before he does so (Viceroy: “and her son?” McFist: “Oh. Yeah sure him too I guess.”) So McFist “kidnaps” Randy’s mom but then before Randy can ninja up and save her the robots attack. In the battle that ensues Randy and Howard's houses are both severely damaged (since they live next door to each other now) so that’s an issue.

>This is a two-part episode: Randy as the ninja is trying to break into a newly fortified McFist Industries, where Holly is staying. While Holly is there she runs into Marci, and it’s revealed that they used to be friends, best friends in fact in high school! (Marci: “Why it’s been just too long! Why if I didn’t know better I’d think you were avoiding me”). The episode contains a series of flashbacks in which 1) Holly and Marci are shown to be good friends, Holly compliment’s Marcy’s dye job (to blonde) and Marci complements Holly’s (to a grayish purple) 2) Holly breaks up with a boyfriend (who looks a bit like Bash) and Marci comforts her, although Holly is stanked and has to be stopped and saved by the current ninja 3) Holly has a new boyfriend (who has purple hair), Marci is shown to have gotten together with Holly’s ex in the background, 4) Post-high school Marci starts dating McFist and Holly comes to realize that Marci has just been putting up a front for a long time, having orchestrated Holly’s break up to steal Mr. Johnson (by having her and Holly switch hair colors because Mr.Johnson had a thing for blonde women) and lots of other things she hadn’t realized sooner. They have a fight because Marci is trying to seduce McFist and Holly is mad at her for manipulating her for so long, and wants to get away from Marci and plans to tell McFist about how manipulative she really is. Marci in response causes a misunderstanding so that McFist stops talking to Holly, an event which Holly and McFist had both mostly forgotten about but Holly now remembers. Holly and Marci get into another fight, and Holly yells about how “Nothing was enough for you, first my hair, then my boyfriend, and you even stole my brother!” at which point Randy, in a vent above is hit with the realization ( “McFist is my UNCLE!?”) and falls through the vent in into the room below, stopping Marci and Holly’s fight. Marci hits an alarm ( Marci: “Oh my, why it’s the ninja who hurt my Lil’ Bashford!”) and the is ninja surrounded by robots (Ninja: “Oh boy”). Randy is caught up with fighting the robots while Holly and Marci get dragged away to a safe room or something. McFist rushes in to make sure they’re okay, and gives Holly a gun (McFist: “Here, you should hang on to this.” Holly: “H-Hannibal a gun!?”). Eventually, the Ninja breaks in and McFist and him battle (McFist has power armor or something). Randy manages to immobilize McFist in his armor but McFist knocks him down, leaving Holly with an open shot. McFist yells “Oh, Holly this is perfect! Take the shot Sis!”, to which Randy can’t help but stare wide-eyed at his mom pointing a gun at him... There’s a flashback to a previous ninja saving her, and her looking awestruck at that ninja, and a montage of memories of Randy as a kid playing ninja with Howard and him giving her a similar wide-eyed look, and she lowers the gun because even if her brother is telling her to shoot she believes in the ninja too much to see bad in him. Marci cames from around the corner with her own gun (Marci: “Well pooh, you always were a big ninja fan weren't ya’ Holly.”), and tries to hit the Ninja, but she’s sweeping and almost hits Holly. Randy, in a panicked attempt to save his Mom accidentally kills Marci (sword to the neck, like in the preschool episode), which I distinctly recall because it was a BIG DEAL for Disney to have an on-screen death. Randy escapes with his shocked mother, and McFist wails in despair. Whatever his previous motivations to destroy the ninja were, revenge has now been added onto them.

>Randy and Howard’s families need a new, safe place to stay because McFist is on the warpath to take Holly back and also their houses got destroyed. The Ninja Nomicon tells Randy that in a nearby forest there are the remains of a secret village, a place created by the first ninja and hidden from the outside world by a ninja with the power of the eastern winds. They go there, however, the secret ninja village has since been turned into a neat little housing project with a largely “Little Norrisville” aesthetic to it (so it’s definitely the place), but you know what it’s out of the way of McFist’s reach and there’s a good deal so both families end up getting new houses there. This was a more mellow episode compared to the others, with the families moving in, working out stuff in their new homes, Randy revealing that he actually understands Japanese now (the Nomicon has little doodles around words he tries to read that are kinda right but also kinda funny and not 100% accurate translations all the time) which helps out with communicating with the Japanese landowner, and Holly catches up with her son after realizing she may have been missing something about him, and Randy and Holly talk about her being a McFist.

I know this isn’t that great but it was such a wild dream with the episodes animated in vivid detail and it just made me so nostalgic for when Randy Cunningham was still coming out and the fanbase was active. Thanks to anyone who actually read this.

#rc9gn #dreams #i really hope i have another dream like this #i want to know what McFist's new motivations were #i want to see what happens next #i really missed this show #i didn't even realize it

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green-eyeddragonfanfiction · 7 years ago

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Valentine’s Day Countdown: Day 9

Valentine’s Day Countdown Collection

Day 9 of my Valentine’s Day Fanfic Countdown. If you’re interested in seeing your story/ship get written by me, found out more here!

Without any further ado, here are the requests that made today’s cut:

1) Dad!Sam (x Reader) 2) Dad!Bucky x Reader

Anonymous said to green-eyeddragonfanfiction: Sam Wilson taking his daughter (his and the readers child) out for a Valentine’s Day Date because Reader has to work? I’ve seen a lot of cute posts lately about good dads being their child’s first love and how it sets a good example and I can totally see Sam doing this

Pairing: Dad!Sam (x Reader) Warnings: Mentions of PTSD Word Count: ~1,941 A/N: AU where EVERYONE LIVES THROUGH INFINITY WAR AND IS HAPPY Bunckle = Uncle Bucky

“Dad!”

Sam looked up from his mission debriefing as his daughter ran into the room with a bright smile on her face.

When (Y/N) had stated she wanted kids, Sam had been hesitant at first. He didn’t lead a normal life, exactly. Even without all the Avengers stuff, he was ex-military. There was stuff you brought back with you from war, and while Sam constantly tried to work through it, there were still some days where it kicked his ass.

But their daughter- a precocious, mischievous five year old by the name of Sara- turned out to be the light of his life (well, the other light of his life, after you, of course). He loved her from the moment he laid eyes on her tiny form swaddled up in soft blanket in the hospital.

“Hey, sparrow! How’s my favorite girl in the whole wide world?” he said as he scooped her up into his arms.

“It’s Valentine’s Day!” she said with a huge smile.

“It is Valentine’s Day! Did you ask someone at the preschool to be your Valentine?” Sam asked with a smile. He didn’t have to worry about handsy boys or manipulative girls until puberty, at least. Until then, he could let her give chocolates and candies to boys or girls she thought were cute.

Sara giggled. “It’s you, silly!” she said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Oh, am I now?” Sam said with a laugh. Kids said the darndest things.

“Mhm!” she hummed.

“Alright, well what do you suppose we do today, then? Zoo? Aquarium? Smithsonian?” he asked playfully, knowing her answer already.

She gasped at the last option. “Smi-son-yan! I wanna see Uncle Steve and Uncle Bucky!” she cheered excitedly.

Sam rolled his eye at the second name, but nodded along anyway. “And then we can pick up mom from work?”

She nodded eagerly. “Yeah! I love picking mommy up from work!” she said excitedly.

Sam chuckled and put her back on the ground. “Alright, sparrow. Go get your coat and then we’ll go.”

She ran up stairs, her laughter ringing out through the halls as she went. Sam chuckled at her exuberance. He gathered up his keys, wallet, and his two phones; one for his personal life and one for the Avengers.

“Daaaaad!” Sara called from upstairs. It didn’t sound urgent. Sam raised an eyebrow in question but hiked up the stairs and went into her room.

He saw the problem immediately. Her head was stuck in the confines of her sweater. She’d somehow managed to begin to shove her head in the sleeve, but couldn’t move anymore to get it out.

He bit back a laugh and walked over to her. “I got it, Sara,” he said reassuringly. With a gentle tug her head popped free. Sam tugged it down over her tiny frame and soothed her now-messy hair. “Ready to go?” he asked with a smile.

“Smi-son-yan!” she yelled in lieu of an answer.

Sam laughed and picked her up. He carried her down the stairs and out the door and locked it securely behind him. “Am I carryin’ you the whole way or are you gonna walk?” he asked with a smirk.

“Carry! Shoulders!” she said excitedly. She liked riding on his shoulders. It made her feel tall and let her see a lot more. She was a regular little bird, always wanting to be high up, just like her dad.

With a huff he hoisted her on top of his shoulders. She didn’t weight much, but she squirmed like the devil. “You know the rules. Hold on, now,” Sam said, trying to sound serious and failing because of the huge smile on his face. His huge hands wrapped securely around her ankles so that, in the event she lost her balance, she wouldn’t go crashing to the ground.

Two small hands placed themselves securely on his head. “Yes, papa.” A pause, then, “Uncle Bucky had more hair to hang on to,” she said. He could practically see the tiny frown on her face as she thought about it.

“Yeah, well, Bunckle needs a haircut,” Sam said dismissively.

“I like Bunckle’s hair! He lets me braid it!” Sara said excitedly.

Sam’s competitive streak flared up, but he tried to fight it. He and Bucky had worked past the worst of their rivalry. Bucky even babysat Sara whenever he and you had date nights. “But does he braid your hair as pretty as I do?” Sam asked playfully.

She thought about it for a moment before shaking her head to hard Sam could feel her entire body shake. “Nope!”

“Didn’t think so,” Sam said with a smirk.

The Smithsonian wasn’t that far from the house, so the walk wasn’t that bad. Driving would have been way more stressful, and Sam wasn’t an Avenger for nothing. Sara might have gotten tired by it if she had walked it, so Sam was almost glad he’d carried her on his shoulder the entire way there. Grumpy kids were the worst.

When she spotted the fountain and the huge grey face of the National Museum of American History, she squealed in excitement. “Put me down! Down down down! Please!” she said eagerly.

Sam laughed. “You gonna run off?”

“No! Promise!” she said, though Sam was sure she’d forget that promise immediately.

He carefully picked her up off of his shoulders and set her down on the ground. Like he thought, she ran off towards the entrance immediately. As he jogged after her he reminisced fondly about the days when she couldn’t run.

He snatched her right as she was bout to go in the door and pulled her up into his arms.

“Wah! Daaad!” she said with a pout.

Sam ignored the accusing look and took a pamphlet from the greeter at the door. When the woman realized who she was looking at, her eyes went wide and her mouth fell open in shock.

“Y-you- Um- Thank you for- for everything,” she stuttered out. Sara looked from the greeter to Sam in confusion.

Sara didn’t know about Sam’s job yet. You said it’d give her a big head, just like her dad. Sam had tried to argue that second part, but ultimately he saw you were right.

“Just doin’ what I had to,” Sam said humbly, giving the greeter a small smile as he passed through the entrance with Sara in his arms. “Alright, sparrow. Where to first? Captain America exhibit or the First Ladies?” he asked.

“Uncle Steve!” she said excitedly. Sam smiled and set her down and she raced off towards the Cap exhibit. She had a great sense of direction normally, but she’d been here to many times she knew the museum better than she probably knew their house.

Sam walked languidly after her, always sure to keep her in sight. He turned the corner and was shocked to see the exhibit had expanded. The classic exhibit was still there, but it had been added to. Another room sported modern Captain America/Nomad facts and items. Bucky’s Memorial had been taken down and was replaced with a video screen, playing stories from Steve, Peggy, and the Barnes family about Bucky both before and after his “death” in the 40′s.

What shocked him the most, though, was the addition of a replica of his suit... as well as the painting of him behind it.

“Dad! Dad, that’s you!” Sara said excitedly and just a little too loudly as she pointed at the huge mural... because every head in the room turned to look at him. Everyone stopped talking, hissing in hushed whispers until, one by one, they broke out into applause.

Sam held a hand up in acknowledgement, mumbling thank you’s to the crowd, but all he could look at was his little girl, who looked so proud and excited he wanted to cry. She ran to him and he crouched down so he could catch her in his arms. The room aww’d as Sara crashed into him “I have the best dad in the world!” she declared proudly and loudly to the room, drawing laughs and smiles from everyone. Sam chuckled and lifted her up, throwing her in the air once before catching her again. She squealing in delight and the crowd laughed along with the two of them.

“C’mon, sparrow. We still got a lot of exhibits to see,” he said with a smile.

They walked out of the Smithsonian’s gift shop with kid-sized plastic Falcon wings (there had been a very large warning tag that said they wouldn’t actually let you fly, which made Sam laugh). She wore them the entire journey to your office building, making jet noises and pretending to fly through the air from on top of Sam’s shoulders as he ran down the street.

“Mission control to Falcon! Landing zone ahead!” Sam said, pretending to talk through an old school radio, making the static noises and everything.

“I hear ya, mizzin control! Comin’ in for a landing!” she said gleefully as Sam picked her up off of his shoulders and placed her dramatically on the ground.

“Mission control to Falcon! Destination reached successfully!” he said with a smile and held out his fist. Sara tapped it with her own tiny fist, giggling happily.

“What are you two doing?” came a voice from a few feet away.

Sam and Sara looked up to see you standing there, grinning at the two of them and weighed down by a huge briefcase.

“Mommy!” Sara squealed and ran to you, nearly knocking your feet out from under you as she wrapped her tiny arms around your legs with a surprising amount of strength.

“Hey, sparrow,” you said with a smile as you ran your brushed your fingers over her hair. When you noticed the tiny Falcon toy wings attached to her arms, you turned your glare on your husband, but he was already defusing the situation by ducking in to give you a kiss. He took the huge brief case from you and hefted it onto his shoulder.

You smiled into the kiss, but quickly remembered you were supposed to be mad. You broke away and glared at him. “Samuel Thomas Wilson. What are those?” you asked, pointing to the wings.

“Oh, we’re using the whole name, huh? That’s how it’s gonna be?” he asked playfully.

“Oooh, that’s how it’s gonna be,” you said as you crossed your arms. Sara was already distracted by running around, flapping her wings wildly as she waited for the adults to finish their conversation.

Sam laughed and pecked you on the cheek and your hard expression melted a bit. “They updated the Captain America exhibit... Guess who’s immortalized in wax, paint, and detailed costume recreations?” he said, waggling his eyebrows.

“Oh god, there’ll be no living with you now,” you joked good-naturedly.

Sam pretended to pout for a moment before smiling and leaning in to give you a loving, passionate kiss.

“Ewww, gross,” Sara said, dragging your attention from each other. You looked from Sara, then back at each other. You shared a knowing look and Sara seemed to sense she’d made a mistake because she giggle and turned to run away, but you and Sam scooped her up between you and placed a bunch of noisy, messy kisses to her face and head. “Nooo! Mommy! Papa!” she squealed happily, giggling loudly. Eventually the two of you let up, though Sara was still giggling happily.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, my most favorite girls in the whole world,” Sam said, making both you and Sara smile.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Papa!”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Sam.”

Anonymous said to green-eyeddragonfanfiction: Bucky x Reader where he lets you and your baby girl paint his arm and decorate it for Valentine’s Day because he knows how happy it’ll make you guys. ❤️❤️

Pairing: Dad!Bucky x Reader Warnings: Swearing Word Count: ~541 A/N: soft!boi. AU where EVERYONE IS HAPPY AND ALIVE AFTER IW

It was quiet.

Too quiet.

You’d gotten used to living with an ex-assassin, but as soon as you’d had a daughter together, you’d had to a make an adjustment in the opposite direction. Where silence once meant safety, it now meant danger.

You got up from your spot on the couch and began prowling the house.

“Bucky...?” you asked warily, starting to get worried the longer it was quiet.

“In here,” came Bucky’s soft voice from your daughter Rebecca’s room.

You breathed out a sigh of relief and meandered your way to the doorway, freezing at the sight before you.

Rebecca was practically covered head-to-toe in paint splotches and Bucky’s left arm was pink.

Like, no really. Pink. Hot pink, rose, magenta, fuscia, bubblegum. Little hearts were painted all over in white (although it had mixed with the pink in some places). You were pretty sure you spotted a drawing of what was supposed to be the three of you together holding hands. Not a single inch was left of the shiny black metal you were used to seeing.

“What... what are you two doing?” you asked with a smile. You should be upset that they’d gotten paint everywhere, but it was just too damn adorable for the frown to stick. At least Bucky had had the foresight to tie their hair up.

“Well, it was supposed to be a surprise...” Bucky said guiltily, as though he knew exactly what was going through your mind.

“No looking, mama!” Rebecca said, waving a paintbrush at you angrily. You nearly winced as a huge drop of paint hit your nice wood floor.

Bucky saw the look and gave you a reassuring smile. “Washables, Doll. I may be 101 soon, but I still don’t feel like kicking the bucket yet,” he said with a wink, knowing full well you’d chew his ass out of they got real paint on your floors. “We’ll clean it up.”

You smiled at him and walked over and kneeled down next to them. “I’m just sad you two didn’t invite me! I’ve never painted your Papa’s arm before,” you said mischievously as you sent Rebecca a wink, which sent her into a fit of giggles. “Can I join you?” you asked Rebecca sweetly. Bucky beamed at the two of you.

“Yeah! You can start painting the flowers!” Rebecca said as she handed you a brush and a small tub of washable hot pink paint.

You smiled and talked happily as the two of you painted away until Bucky’s arm was up to Rebecca’s exacting standards. You couldn’t help but acknowledge how far Bucky had come from when you first met him. Although you always saw the good man under the frosty shell, you were sure he couldn’t ever have imaged being where he was now back then. A wife, a kid, his arm painted pink with hearts, flowers, and vague stick people on Valentine’s Day.

“I love you,” he said to the two of you, making you both pause and look up at him. The tender look in his eyes made your heart flutter in your chest.

“Love you too, Da!” Rebecca said happily.

You leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss to his forehead. “Love you too, Buck.”

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #sam wilson x reader #falcon x reader #sam x reader #Bucky Barnes #sam wilson #Winter Soldier #winter soldier x reader #marvel fanfiction #Valentine's Day Countdown #Dragon's Valentine's Day Countdown #Valentine's Day #day 9

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breadhyunn · 7 years ago

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Bend Heaven, Raise Hell - 3

Characters: Yongguk, Himchan, Daehyun, Youngjae, Jongup, Zelo (OT6)+Side Characters

Setting/Genre: Gods!AU, Heaven and Hell!AU, Chapters

Length: 2525 words

Warnings: None

Summary: One Single Law can change how three realms work.

Previous Chapters: 1, 2

CHAPTER 3 - Strength and Fear.

“What if I kissed you right now?” Daehyun whispered in Himchan’s ear from behind, tightening the grip on his waist.

“You do realise we are 100 feet off the ground and I can simply drop you.”

“I was joking!”

“Well we do look like a couple, don’t we?” Himchan spread his arms out wide, his usual pose of glory. “Just, in love, sailing through the clouds.”

The strong winds took Daehyun’s smile away with them. “Uh, please drop me I don’t think I want to do this anymore. Why is it that I have to hold onto you like this when you fly? Your ponytail’s in my face too.”

The Messenger cackled. “Just a couple of minutes more, we’re almost there.”

Daehyun’s grip tightened further, but subconsciously this time. He couldn’t stop his stomach from curling up whenever anything related to him was mentioned. This had been happening since the day of his induction as a God.

Himchan sensed the tension, and he knew why. He’d kept quiet about it for 5 years. Everyone had. With everything that was going on, Daehyun knowing was the last thing the 3 realms needed.

No words were shared till the time they were back on their feet. Daehyun was stepping on solid ground, but it felt like quicksand to him. With every step, his feet seemed to sink further into the mud, mimicking his sinking heart.

Himchan doubted his choice of bringing Daehyun with him. Youngjae could’ve made an equally compelling, if not better, argument. Himchan felt guilty, but he also knew, The Supreme was more likely to listen to Daehyun. Was this an attempt at emotional manipulation? Was he exploiting his knowledge of prior events? All these questions plagued Himchan, as they walked in silence. For now, balance had to be restored, no matter what the cost.

Daehyun, meanwhile, was asking an entirely different set of questions. What was he going to say? Would he be able to say something? Why was he so nervous? He consoled himself by concluding that anyone would be nervous to meet The Supreme, let alone to discuss something as big as the law. He puffed his cheeks up and exhaled.

Himchan smiled at that. “You’ve had that habit since camp,” he said, reminiscing.

“I’ve had it since I was a child. You only got to see it at camp,” retorted Daehyun. “Wah I miss the days you weren’t part of my life.” He was rather glad the silence had been broken, but his entire relationship with Himchan was based on an outward appearance of exasperation. At the same time, there was no one Daehyun trusted more.

Himchan pretended to be hurt. Placing a hand on his chest, he sulked, “did all our time together mean so little to you?”

Daehyun couldn’t stop his toothy grin. “All our time together is the reason you’re here. Honestly, if you didn’t have students like me you wouldn’t have been promoted to your role as Messenger and leader of Mato,” he said, lightly nudging him.

Himchan inordinately stumbled to the side, and eventually onto the ground, while Daehyun realized that his version of ‘lightly nudging’ was not as meagre as the words suggest.

“You’ve had this habit since camp too,” Himchan said warmly, nursing his ribs, “you and your unrestrained strength.”

Daehyun hurriedly gave him a helping hand as he stood up. “Sorry, I’m just nervous, and you know what happens to me.”

I do, thought Himchan, a chill running down his spine.

He quickly brushed off the images that came to mind and replied, “True, I wouldn’t have been promoted if not for you. If someone can make you pass camp, they deserve all the promotions that exist.”

Daehyun pulled his how-dare-you-say-that face, which made Himchan laugh out loud. The former eventually succumbed to the humour and laughter reverberated through the open sky.

“So that’s why we all were appointed earlier than we were supposed to be?” questioned Daehyun, between his high pitched giggles.

No, thought Himchan, his smile becoming pretense.

“Of course, I had to get rid of you, 2 more years as Camp Director with you and I would’ve gone mad.”

“Sure, that’s why you come to visit me every week now.”

“I can’t help it if my current job entails that, thankfully I have to come to Hell only once.”

“You go to Heaven more? Ah, Jongup was your favourite anyway.”

Himchan’s face softened, as he teasingly said, “Doesn’t mean I don’t love you.” He took a step towards him. Daehyun knew what was coming, and made a run for it. Himchan snorted, this was yet another habit Daehyun had since camp. He quickly caught up with him, and they both were laughing again.

The calming air of the island, coupled with Daehyun’s company eased Himchan’s mind a little. The island was simple and barren apart from the occasional fruit-bearing trees. There was something melancholic about it, but nevertheless, it was tranquil and serene; isolated from the 3 realms, but close, mysterious, but welcoming. Only the Supreme could strike that sort of a balance.

As they walked ahead, the gates became clearer, and so did the person standing in front of them.

“Do you think he can see us coming?” asked Daehyun, going up on his toes even though there was nothing obstructing his view.

“You’re a walking cherry lollipop with that red hair. Anyone would see you coming from miles away,” said Himchan.

“Excuse me, you walk around in a beard and ponytail and bright coloured leather jackets, and I’m the one who’s conspicuous?”

Daehyun waited for a response, but it never came. He shrugged and continued, “I haven’t seen Eunjae in 5 years, wow. He didn’t even show up for graduation, just called me a few times after that. I wonder how he’s doing, especially after the accident…“

No response came again.

Eunjae.

Himchan’s face lost all colour. How did this slip his mind? How could he forget Eunjae would be here? Would he be able to take seeing Daehyun again?

He felt Daehyun’s eyes boring into him, and managed to croak out, “If you think I’m conspicuous, you clearly don’t remember Eunjae.”

Daehyun laughed and called out, “Eunjae!”

The man at the gate looked up from his book, but his expression wasn’t discernable. His torso was clothed in a sharply tailored beige coat, and in place of his legs was a small machine, hovering about 2 feet off the ground. His most distinct feature, however, was his hair: luscious, straight and long, on one side, clean shaven on the other. The neon green surprisingly blended well with the sparse trees. Eunjae waved to them with one hand, revealing the underside of his sleeve to be brightly patterned. He created a gust of wind, which propelled his machine forward, meeting his visitors halfway.

“Daehyun! It’s been so long!” said Eunjae, extending one hand out to him. Seeing his happy face, Himchan let out the breath he’d been holding.

“5 years, my man, I think this requires more than a handshake,” said Daehyun, smiling. Before Eunjae could ring out his protests about how the coat might crease, he was squished tight in a hug.

Himchan grumbled ‘to himself’ so that Daehyun could hear, “I never get these…”

“If you don’t talk to me for 5 years I’ll give you one too,” came Daehyun’s muffled voice, as he let go of Eunjae. Himchan sheepishly stuck his tongue out at Daehyun.

“I’m assuming you’re here about the law. You can always count on troubles to bring people together,” said Eunjae.

“Yeah, but at least we are together! So how’s life been treating you?” asked Daehyun, suppressing the purpose of their visit into the corners of his mind.

Eunjae sighed, “Not too bad, it’s lonely sometimes but this job has its perks.”

“Why didn’t you call more often, come visit us?”

“You know what it’s like working for The Supreme, let alone as Primary Associate,” he gestured to the gates, “It’s really busy around here.”

“I would’ve come to see you but we Gods can’t really leave the realm unless it’s an emergency,” said Daehyun, apologetically. Eunjae had attended camp with him, Youngjae, Hara, Jongup and Junhong. Like Junhong, Wind was his specialty. They were probably the finest batch of trainees Mato had ever seen. 5 years ago, they graduated and got posted, some as associates and some, as Gods.

Eunjae smirked, using the wind to send the book flying to the ground, freeing his hands. “Aah, Gods, you say. People always use the fanciest terms for things they don’t understand. Yeah we can play with fire, water, wind and you’re suddenly ‘Gods’. If only they realized how fragile we all are.”

The atmosphere became a little tense; Himchan’s gaze was strongly piercing through every inch of Eunjae. Stop.

Daehyun was a little taken aback, but then, Eunjae had always been forthright and blunt about everything. “I’m sorry about your accident,” he said, slowly. “If only people would drive better.”

Himchan froze. Eunjae cocked an eyebrow and turned to the Messenger, “Car accident? That’s what you told him?”

Daehyun’s big eyes somehow became wider, “Is that not what happened?”

Before Himchan could say a word, Eunjae quickly said, “You and Junhong dropped a building on my legs.”

Daehyun stared at him in utter confusion. Himchan was clenching his fists.

“I’m kidding, obviously,” said Eunjae, his face laced with a sardonic smile.

Daehyun didn’t know whether he should laugh. He definitely felt his shoulders relax, but his stomach tightened. Himchan stepped in between the two. “Gosh, your sense of humour hasn’t changed in all these years, Eunjae. Daehyun, why don’t you call Youngjae and Hara, see how they’re doing?”

Though Himchan was smiling, this sounded more like a command than a request. Daehyun feebly looked back and forth between his companions, took his phone out and stepped to the side to call his best friends.

When Himchan decided he was out of earshot, he turned to Eunjae and placed a firm hand on his shoulder. “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?” screamed Himchan, shaking him.

Eunjae grimaced from the grip. “Hey, I was just having a little bit of fun!” When he didn’t notice Himchan’s expression soften, he looked down. He paused for bit before looking up and faintly said, “He really doesn’t remember a thing, does he?”

Himchan’s hand remained where it was. “No, and it’s best for everyone that it stays this way.” This wasn’t fun for Himchan. His protective instincts were not something to be toyed around with. “Can’t believe I was worried about you meeting Daehyun,” he said after a few seconds, huffing and turning away from him.

Eunjae glided around so that he was face to face with Himchan. “It’s been 5 years; I’ve learnt to accept my condition. I don’t blame him for it, Himchan; I don’t blame any of them. Besides, I’m not impaired in the least! Do you see this cool thing?” he said, pointing to the machine at the end of his pelvis, “It’s amazing and lets me function like everybody else. Sure, I get ‘looks’ from people, but with the kind of hair I’ve always maintained, I’m no stranger to it.”

Himchan’s face finally softened, and he placed a gentle hand on Eunjae’s head. “You’ve always been the flamboyant troublemaker, but you sure did surprise us all. I don’t think I say this enough but I’m very proud of the strength you showed, not just for your own self, but him too. Your boss wouldn’t have made it without you.”

“Did he tell you I know about it? About why Daehyun….”

“Yes,” said Himchan instantly, “he owed it to you.”

Eunjae nodded his head, only for Himchan to lightly smack it. “This still doesn’t excuse what you said, Daehyun cannot know. Do you understand?”

“OW,” yelled Eunjae, promptly moving away. Nursing his head, he said, “Yes, I do, but explain to me, in what realm is bringing him to meet the Supreme a good idea?”

“Desperate times call for desperate measures,” exhaled Himchan.

“He’s pretty stern about the law, Himchan; I tried to talk him out of it.”

“Oh he’s always been stubborn with his ideals. Doesn’t mean they’re all appropriate for everyone. The law must be repealed.”

Eunjae ran his fingers through his hair, taking in Himchan’s tone of finality. Daehyun was coming back, and his eyebrows were comically furrowed.

“What happened?”

Daehyun maintained his quizzical look. “Umm, either Youngjae’s car broke down, or he and Hara are having the weirdest argument I’ve ever heard.”

Himchan chuckled as if he expected this to happen.

“Also, Eunjae, Hara says she hopes you’re pleasing yourself.”

Eunjae’s eyes lit up, only to be hit with reality a second later. “Is that really what she said?”

Daehyun pursed his lips, “Uh, she used…..different….slightly……explicit words, but….the sentiment is the same!”

Eunjae laughed out loud, “Wow the trouble some poorly worded love letters can get you in.”

Himchan smacked his arm, “You’re still sending her those?”

“In my defense, I still send them to Jongup too.” When the apparent judgement on Himchan’s behalf didn’t lessen, Eunjae nonchalantly quipped, “Hey, whoever gets my wind blowing deserves to know.”

While Himchan started one of his lectures, Daehyun’s mind suddenly began thinking again. He couldn’t get Eunjae said earlier out of his mind. “You and Junhong dropped a building on my legs.” He said he was joking, he had to be. But every time Daehyun recalled that statement, something flashed before his eyes.

Fire.

His eyes began to turn red, as he instinctively resorted to biting his sleeve. Within the next few moments, he picked up Eunjae’s book and simply threw it into the distance with all his might.

“HEY,” shouted its owner. Himchan shushed him, pointing to Daehyun’s eyes. They both stood silent, simply waiting, watching. The object of their observation suddenly turned around and laughed, “Well Hara burns every single letter she receives from you, more fire for our lamps, so please keep sending them in. Plus, she’s so cute when she’s annoyed.”

And just like that Daehyun’s eyes were brown again, and it seemed like he didn’t remember what he did 2 minutes ago. Eunjae’s eyes reflected fear.

“Yah don’t take this so personally you know how she is,” said Daehyun, resting his laughing head on Eunjae’s shoulder.

“So, Eunjae, are you going to let us in or not?” said the Messenger, relieved that the symptoms didn’t progress.

Eunjae smiled, “Do you want to give me a hand?”

Daehyun stepped back, as the other two conjured up a strong gust of wind which elegantly opened the gates. He then walked up to them and reservedly said, “Shall we?”

As the three of them proceeded into the land beyond the gates, Himchan took note of the small mailbox and giggled to himself, both amusedly and regretfully.

Even with the advent of technology, the Supreme didn’t keep a phone. Letters and his Primary Associate were how the realm communicated with him. Thus there was a small red mailbox, with a tiny inscription that said:

Bang Yongguk.

A/N: finally after 75 years I have updated my one and only baby. There were a bunch of new elements introduced here, and plus more reference to the ominous past. And all the main characters have finally been named! If you notice, Dae’s mood swing from ch1 has been pretty much exactly replicated here, and Eunjae dropped…well…a bomb, I’ll just leave it at that for now eh? Also, Dae’s little phone call with Jae and Hara somewhat sets precedent for what’s about to come next. Please like, reblog and give me feedback, it’s really appreciated and keeps me motivated! No apologies for ponytail Himchan.

A thank you to @foxjae and @onlystraightforjongup for helping me resolve my little conflicts. More will come soon!

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cutepresea · 4 years ago

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Memoria: Your Sweet Sleeping Face

This is the last one I’ll be posting for now but I’ll be typing out more and putting them in my drafts so I can space out the posting a bit. If you want to blacklist these, you can use either the tag #xdu memoria scripts or #xdu scripts

Reminder that these are copied straight from XD Unlimited itself, so any grammatical weirdness, mistranslations, and/or mischaracterizations are not my doing.

In-game Summary: “When events conspire to stop her from going home, Shirabe winds up spending the night at Tsubasa's place.”

Chris Yukine: "Hm? I thought they went home already. What are they doing?"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "They look a little out of sorts."

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "This is bad, Kiri-chan..."

Kirika Akatsuki: "I thought we'd never ever be homeless again..."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Hey, you two. What's going on?"

Kirika Akatsuki: "Tsubasa-san, Chris-senpai! Well, to be honest we..."

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "Umm..."

Chris Yukine: "What? So your water tank's busted?"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "It must have gotten hit during that fight."

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "It flooded our apartment."

Kirika Akatsuki: "The water just started pouring down from the ceiling, and now we have nowhere to go."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "You can come to my apartment. I'll give you a place to stay until your place gets fixed up."

Kirika Akatsuki: "Oh, I knew we could count on you! You're a real lifesaver!"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "You don't know how much we appreciate it."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Think nothing of it. It is my duty as your elder."

Chris Yukine: "Wait a minute!"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "What's wrong, Yukine?"

Chris Yukine: "As their Senpai, I can't just sit back and watch. I have space at my place, too! Stay with me!"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "What are you talking about? They said they were going to stay with me, so why--"

Chris Yukine: "There's all-you-can-eat candy at my place! How about it?!"

Kirika Akatsuki: "All the candy we can eat?!"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "What a tempting offer..."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Are you really doing this right now? Don't you think it's a little unfair to bribe them with treats?"

Chris Yukine: "Not at all. Might is right after all. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be taking these two home with me!"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Hmph. You'll get fat eating all that candy."

Kirika Akatsuki: "Wah?!"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "Yeah, even Maria has been stressed about her weight lately..."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "You won't have to worry about that at my place. Health and nutrition are part of my all-inclusive package."

Chris Yukine: "You were just scolding me for bribing them!"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Oh, I almost forgot. I was planning on having some sushi brought in for dinner, so..."

Kirika Akatsuki: "S-Sushi?! Those tiny rolls of fish and rice that cost like 100 yen?!"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "That sounds lavish!"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Well, it's just sushi from a local chef, but I can promise you won't be disappointed."

Kirika Akatsuki: "A sushi chef that delivers to a popstar... I have a feeling it's going to blow us away."

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "Yeah, the flavor explosion might literally kill us..."

Chris Yukine: "Now look who's bribing their way to victory!"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "No I'm not. This is how I always treat guests."

Chris Yukine: "If that's how it's going to be, th-then maybe I'll order the most expensive pasta in town!"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Maybe I'll just have to order some crab to go along with the sushi."

Chris Yukine: "Damn it! Just come with me!"

Kirika Akatsuki: "Ahhh?!"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Come to my place!"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "Ahhh!"

Chris Yukine: "I'm going to stuff you with tasty treats, Kirika!"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "I'm going to teach you what it really means to be pampered, Tsukuyomi!"

Kirika Akatsuki: "Shirabe!"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "Kiri-chan!"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Well, it isn't much, but you can rest here."

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "Wow, it's so..."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Is something wrong? My home is your home."

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "No, it's just that I'd always heard that you had trouble cleaning, so your room is always messy."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "That's not true. The soul of a sword is clear and serene. And that all starts with a clean room."

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "...There's a note here from Ogawa. It says he tidied up for you."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Ngh. How sloppy of me!"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Never mind that. Let's get that sushi I promised."

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "Wait! If I'm going to eat something so lavish, I want it to be with Kiri-chan... Sorry."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Really? Okay."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Then let's save that for when I have both of you over. It's a promise."

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "I'm sorry, I'm really looking forward to when the three of us get together."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "No, throwing the offer out like that was immature on my part. My apologies."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "But now what will we do for dinner tonight?"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "Let me cook dinner for you as thanks for letting me stay the night."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "You don't need to thank me... But if it makes you feel better, by all means."

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "Okay."

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "Here you go. I used whatever I could find in your refrigerator, so it may be a little simple."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "M-My word! I can't believe you made this with just what I had left in the fridge!"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "We took turns cooking when I lived with Mom."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "I've honed my skills with the sword, but not with the kitchen knife. Your domestic skills put mine to shame!"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "Oh... Well, it's nothing to get bent out of shape over."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "As if I can help feeling a bit embarrassed!"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Are you sure a futon will be all right?"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "It's fine. You should take the bed."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Really? Then I will."

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "Okay. Oh also, thank you for everything today."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "It was my pleasure. I'm turning off the lights. Sleep well, Tsukuyomi."

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "Okay. Goodnight."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Goodnight."

Tsubasa Kazanari: (......)

Tsubasa Kazanari: (Who would have guessed I'd be getting a reminder of my utter lack of domestic skills tonight?)

Tsubasa Kazanari: (......)

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Hmmm... What's that? Hey, that hurt!"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Tsukuyomi?! What are you doing in my bed?!"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "Mmm... Tsubasa..."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Did she sleep walk to my bed?"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "Mmm... I wanted to let Maria, Kiri-chan, and Mom... Try the sushi, too."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "She's sleep-talking? It's a little hard to sleep with her clinging onto me so hard."

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "No... Don't leave me... I don't want to be all alone..."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Tsukuyomi..."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "I can't bring myself to wake her up. Everyone needs something like this every now and again.”

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "Kiri-chan..."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "It's so cute how she's burying her face into my chest."

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "Mmm... This pillow's really flat..."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "Hey! Even if you're sleep-talking, that's a little too far..."

Kirika Akatsuki: "Shirabe! I thought I'd never see you again!"

Shirabe Tsukuyomi: "Kiri-chan!"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "You'd hardly believe they were only apart for a night."

Chris Yukine: "Hey, sorry about yesterday. I was being kinda stubborn."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "I was out of line too. It was those two that brought us back to earth."

Chris Yukine: "Ain't that the truth."

Tsubasa Kazanari: "If this ever happens again, let's take turns having them over or maybe have everyone stay at one of our places."

Chris Yukine: "You wanna come to my place, too? Why?!"

Tsubasa Kazanari: "What's wrong with that?"

Chris Yukine: "There's nothing wrong with it. It's just..."

Tsubasa Kazanari: (Tsukuyomi said something about her so-called pillow last night...)

Kirika Akatsuki: "Hm? What?"

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Tsubasa Kazanari: "I doubt she'd complain about that at Yukine's apartment!"

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jonasmaurer · 5 years ago

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the great Harney baking show

Hi friends! How’s the week going? I hope you’re having a lovely one! Thank you so much to those of you who have taken the time to answer this year’s blog survey and also entered the Favorite Things giveaway. Your feedback means the world to me, and helps me plan out the content you want to see, so please take 2 minutes here!

This past weekend was filled with festive fun. The Pilot was home (wahoo!) and we took advantage of the time together. Saturday, we got to see two of our friends get married at the gorgeous Hacienda del Sol. (This is where we had our baby shower for Liv!) We very rarely make it out there even though it’s not far at all. It was the perfect venue for a wedding and the weather was a dream. It was 72 (heaven-ty two) degrees in the courtyard!

(The dress was a Rent the Runway win! I’m always a bit nervous because designer dresses always run very small and very long. I usually have to go up a size or two when I rent from RTR and avoid long dresses because they drag on the floor. I’m usually a S or XS, and ended up getting the petite small in this Bronx and Banco Moulin Rouge gown. It fit perfectly and I got a lot of compliments on it. The photos don’t do it justice, but the embroidery and sequins on the skirt really added to the quality and design of the gown. If you have any special events coming up, you can use my link to get $30 off your first Rent the Runway rental.)

All of the details of the wedding were absolutely beautiful.

The cake was decorated by their nieces (!)

the bride’s dress was beyond gorgeous,

the ceremony was personalized and heartfelt,

the food was fantastic,

but my very favorite moment was the live event painter. When we walked into the reception room, we noticed that he was painting the scenery onto a large canvas. The DJ introduced the new couple to the room, everyone cheered, and the bride and groom began their first dance. As they were dancing, the artist started painting THEM into the scene he’d started on the canvas. Cue all the dinosaur tears. SO beautiful, right?

He painted everyone who was there. Here’s a look at what it looked like towards the end of the night:

What a beautiful way to immortalize the day. They’ll have this hanging in their house from now on, and the thought of that just fills me with all the warm fuzzies.

In between the sentimental moments, the wedding was chock full of fighter pilot shenanigans.

They also had a photo booth, which is always a good time.

We came home just in time to watch the Wildcats lose (WAH) and Sunday was a Christmas brunch with friends, and chore day here at home. Later that evening, met up with Kyle and Meg at Winterhaven to check out the ridiculous Christmas light displays.

I’ve mentioned Winterhaven a few times on the blog. It’s a historic neighborhood in Tucson and part of their HOA contract requires elaborate light displays. They’re sponsored by Tucson Electric Power – likely so they’re not hit with enormous power bills the month of December – and walking around Winterhaven during the holidays is one of my very favorite things. The girls were SO onto it this year. We ended up strolling around for about two hours!

My favorite house was the Christmas Story house, complete with a slide, and this enormous snowman.

The rest of the week, I’ve been wrapping gifts (I just typed “wrapping gifs” – I live online too much lol), trying to convince P to wait until Christmas before ripping ALL of them open, and planning Liv’s class holiday party. We’re making snowman slime, having a dance station (Just Dance on YouTube on the projector), cookie decorating, BINGO, and pin the heart on the Grinch.

We also had a cookie decorating night here at home. It was my first time using the Sally’s Baking Addition recipe and it’s AWESOME. The girls and I had a blast making the cookies (with the almond extract, Liv said they taste like fluffy pancakes), and icing them while watching Elf.

We still have about two dozen left to decorate but the Pilot can join in the fun tonight.

We can both get a little competitive so it will turn into the Great Harney baking show before we know it.

I’m off to Orangetheory! Hope you have a wonderful day and I’ll see ya tomorrow with some faves.

xoxo

Gina

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magicmenageriestuff · 6 years ago

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I Can’t Win – Ry Cooder

9th June 2018

We went to see Ry Cooder last night in the Town Hall a wonderful old venue with a really intimate feel on 43rd St, built in 1921 by suffragette supporters. Jenny knew the venue from an event a couple of years ago directed by her godfather Nicolas Kent – it was a staging of the transcripts of Trump’s picks for Attorney General I think. The beer is served in plastic cups with logos which cost $5 thus the first round was $28. She did warn me to be fair, and they only charge you for the cup once. What a world.

Ry Cooder opened with an old song called Nobody’s Fault But Mine which was written by Blind Willie Johnson then covered by everyone including Led Zeppelin. He sat centre stage with a battered old acoustic guitar, his white hair covered with a blue wool bobble hat (without the bobble) and there was a young man playing a treated saxophone at the side. Treated electronically, acoustically, sonically who knows it was haunting all night. Cooder delivered the song with the authority of a delta bluesman, picking notes, sliding his bottleneck up and down the strings which twanged and shuddered and whispered under his touch. He was so connected to this song, with the changes and the lyrics, it was evident in every note.

I was introduced to Ry Cooder by Sir Nick Partridge. He wasn’t Sir Nick in those days, he was Nick P., a fresh-faced and pleasant young man who lived in the flat on West End Lane that Pete and Sali owned and that I lived in too. He was my flatmate. Known Pete since schooldays. I’d just finished my degree in Law at the LSE and Nick had graduated from Keele University doing International Relations. We were all post-graduates suddenly. I was saving money for a further “year off” as we called them back then. This was 1979 and the future lay ahead of us. Education and academia was, it seemed, finally behind us. We used to go record shopping together because there was so much to discover ! There still is some 40 years later !!!

Nick Partridge and Ralph Brown in a North London record shop, 1989. Picture taken by Pete Thomas.

I was painting and decorating that summer in Pinner, and later moved onto a house in St John’s Wood, definitely worthy of its own post. My previous mentions of this vivid era of my young adult life were in posts about Talking Heads (My Pop Life #92 ) John Martyn (My Pop Life #153) and The Specials (My Pop Life #178) and Nick features in all of them. We were a little musical commune up there between the railways of the Jubilee Line to the south and the Thameslink line to Hertfordshire to the north PLUS the North London Line which carried nuclear waste past our building overnight while we listened to Ry Cooder and The Gladiators. My girlfriend Mumtaz was in Mecklenburgh Square and would come and squat cross-legged on the floor with us as we passed the bliss.

In the evenings and at weekends we were all obsessed with listening to music and going to gigs. Pete was very much a reggae aficionado but also fond of the quirky post-punk world emerging from the rubble of 1977, a plethora of independent labels issuing interesting stuff of all kinds like Wah! Heat, SpizzEnergi, Flying Lizards, or The Auteurs all with picture sleeves and original music. In my capricious memory Sal was more into rock and I was a student new wave ex-punk who listened to soul, but Nick was always different. Later he would live on a houseboat in Amsterdam doing a blues radio show but that’s another story, if you’re lucky.

It was Nick who had Boomer’s Story and Paradise & Lunch and in the stoned democratic disc jockey world of West End Lane between the rails, when he got his turn for an LP side, it would often be one of these Ry Cooder records which were kind of country kind of bluesy kind of funky, but often with an added flavour from somewhere else. Americana it would be called now.

Then in 1979 he brought home an LP that looked like a new wave record, bright pink with a guitar player who looked a bit Nick Lowe but no. It was the new Ry Cooder album called, unfeasibly, “Bop Til You Drop” and now we would all choose this record when our DJ turn came around. Opening with a cover of Elvis Presley’s Little Sister but thereafter delving into obscure 60s R’n’B – Go Home Girl, Don’t You Mess Up A Good Thing, Trouble You Can’t Fool Me, Look At Granny Run Run – and a brilliant original song called Down In Hollywood (‘better hope that you don’t run out of gas…’), the album had a fantastic production quality on the guitar and backing vocals particularly. In fact Bop Til You Drop was the first album ever recorded digitally. Cooder is a magnificently rootsy guitarist, not a show-off in any way, but just tries to get the soul out of the instrument, and the backing vocals on the album were by Terry Evans & Bobby King who would later record their own record with Ry Cooder producing and playing on every track. What I didn’t know until last night (too stoned to read the liner notes or maybe just not that nerdy after all) was that Chaka Khan sings on Down In Hollywood and Good Thing. He had roughly the same line up last night – although not the same players. Jenny turned to me at one point – probably during The Very Thing That Makes You Rich (Will Make Me Poor) and said “What would you call this music?” I said “country soul?”. She could hear mariachi. It’s funky. It’s hawaian. It’s blues. It’s music.

Cooder plays without any ego at all, and often uses the concert (and indeed many of his record releases) to showcase other people and give them a turn in the spotlight. Last night it was his wonderfully relaxed backing singers The Hamiltones who played a couple of numbers while he left the stage, then joined them on guitar for another. Earlier it had been his son Joachim who opened proceedings with his own music. Ry Cooder it was who travelled to Havana in the 1990s breaking the boycott and encouraging the old stars of the 1950s to team up and record again, the resulting film and album opening up Cuba to the world once again and introducing me to Ruben Gonzales, Ibrahim Ferrer and Compay Segundo playing together as the incomparable Buena Vista Social Club.

He has recorded with the great Malian blues guitarist Ali Farke Toure on Talking Timbuktu, with Captain Beefheart on Safe As Milk (see My Pop Life #205) with Taj Mahal in the band Rising Sons, with Randy Newman on 12 Songs, the Rolling Stones on Let It Bleed & Sticky Fingers, on Lowell George‘s original version of Willin’. All playing slide guitar or bottleneck. In 1984 he composed the soundtrack to Wim Wenders’ film Paris, Texas which starred Natassia Kinski and Harry Dean Stanton and following that became a sought-after soundtrack composer using his signature slide guitar. He’s made albums with the latino community of Los Angeles such as Lalo Guerrero and Don Tosti (Chavez Ravine) and if left to his own devices appears to be following in the footsteps of his hero 1940s political folkie Woody Guthrie. Or one of his heroes.

Woody Guthrie 1943

In a new song last night he sang of a meeting between Jesus & Woody in heaven, looking down on what is happening now, from the vantage point of the 1950s when we had beaten the fascists and the world stretched out before us.

Jesus & Woody

Well bring your old guitar and sit here by me Round the heavenly throne Drag out your Oklahoma poetry, ’cause it looks like the war is on

And I don’t mean a war for oil, or gold, or trivial things of that kind But I heard the news, the vigilante man is on the move this time

So sing me a song ’bout this land is your land And fascists bound to lose You were a dreamer, Mr. Guthrie, and I was a dreamer too

Once I spoke of a love for those who hate It requires effort and strain Vengeance casts a false shadow of justice which leads to destruction and pain Some say I was a friend to sinners But by now you know it’s true Guess I like sinners better than fascists And I guess that makes me a dreamer too

It was a chilling song but it wasn’t the only time that the name of Jesus was called. One of his biggest hits was gospel standard Jesus On The Mainline, and with The Hamiltones‘ soulful harmonies it was a standout moment at the gig. And it became clear to Jenny and I that we were really at a gospel show. In the sense that the black church in America has long been a vehicle for resistance to oppression, using the biblical metaphors and stories to illustrate the struggle and gospel music to inspire and strengthen courage. Cooder never went preachy, but he was very clear where he stood. He mentioned Trayvon Martin before playing a song called The Vigilante. It was the lack of ego that was most striking in the end. Playing the guitar to try and find the most expressive notes, not to show-off or strike poses.

Ry Cooder With Taj Mahal, 1968

And indeed, it seems to me this morning thinking back on Sir Nick as a young man in West Hampstead, smoking dope with a generous smile and a ready laugh that he had no ego then or indeed now. He always had an easy manner where embarrassment was never far from the surface, mixed with laughter and great empathy. I went to Hampstead Magistrates with him one day and watched him with his gentle phrasing and easy manner talk his middle-class way out of a conviction and get a finger-wagging in its place.

Sir Nick with Kirsten O’Brien

Shortly after the Amsterdam year he joined The AIDS charity The Terrence Higgins Trust in 1985 becoming Chief Executive in 1991 and finally moving on in 2013 after 28 years of service and a knighthood which followed his OBE. We formed a close bond in those 1989-1990 days and nights and stayed in touch right up until today. I had no idea that he was gay back then but he’s never made a big deal out of it or changed his basic persona of decency, sincerity and jokes.

Sir Nick talks with brother Andrew, Whitstable Bay. My dad can be seen with check shirt on the pebbles between them

Paul Brown is 50 in his beach hut and quite a tremendous shirt

The first time any of us saw Nick after he was knighted in the 2009 New Year Honours was at my brother Paul’s 50th birthday celebration which he held in Whitstable, Kent. It was a wonderful weekend of family – Dad & Beryl came down from Yorkshire, Becky was back in Sussex by then and Jenny and I had summer son Jordan in tow – Dee’s youngest who had a key period of spending the summer with us in Brighton. Sir Nick was there in the beach-hut, Paul was back from Shanghai mixing cocktails in a straw hat, Richard Davies (Lady G) was probably DJing and drinking at the same time and a splendid time was guaranteed and enjoyed by all.

Nick and his husband Simon have been to New York since we moved here – I remember him asking me what he should see on Broadway – it was 2016. I had a one-word answer : Hamilton. He bought tickets online, then I had to go to work when he was here so I missed him, but he saw the show and, of course, loved it.

Paulette & Beverley Randall, Paul Brown & Sir Nick Partridge, London 2015

I did see him the year before when Paul was in London for his birthday a couple of years ago – 2015 I guess. And then he came to send me off on my 60th birthday last summer when I hardly spoke to anyone, but hugged everyone. I am extremely fond of him and will always be grateful for his friendship and for bringing Bop Til You Drop (and Memphis Slim…) into my life.

The last song on the album is called I Can’t Win and it is a haunting and soulful three-part harmony, simply a beautiful song about being in love with someone who isn’t responding. We’ve all been there, but I haven’t made a habit of it thank god. When the gig finished last night the entire band went off for about 90 cursory seconds then returned immediately as we all stood and clapped for the encore. And they sang I Can’t Win with piercing harmonies that made the hairs on the back of our necks stand on end. It was the pinnacle on a great night. And it’s already up on Youtube.

Live at Town Hall June 8th 2018:

Album Version :

My Pop Life #208 : I Can’t Win – Ry Cooder I Can't Win - Ry Cooder 9th June 2018 We went to see Ry Cooder last night in the Town Hall a wonderful old venue with a really intimate feel on 43rd St, built in 1921 by suffragette supporters.

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callousedwings · 7 years ago

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San Diego International Boat Show

Three words about the show, hot but cool. Confused yet?

First of all, we want to thank the San Diego International Boat Show and Synergy Communication l.l.c for giving Callousthenics Wings the opportunity to cover their events and had so much fun! This event is still going until Sunday June 18th at Spanish Landing East.

Content :

Locations

Tips

Experience

Entrance is by the Sheraton in Harbor Island Dr, across from San Diego International Airport Terminal 2.

The Tower (Rook) icon is where the bulk of the show located, while the pin drop is the entrance. The free parking located near the Hilton San Diego Harbor Island.

Places to go for breakfast before the show or dinner after (because there are yummy food truck and shaved ice truck inside) are located in Little Italy, near the waterfront park seen on the right side of the map above. Parking is curbside, coin/card. Another option is to Liberty Station on the left side of the map. There are plenty of food options inside their Liberty Public Market (which is still expanding) with free parking everywhere.

This is what Sara, our giveaway winner said about the show,

“Callousthenics Wings was very generous and sent us to the boat show this year. The kids and I had a blast looking at the boats and gear. My 4 year was trying to talk me into bringing a boat home! The kids and I shared a huge shaved ice to beat the unusually warm weather and it was the perfect way to top off a great day.”

Secretly, we are with the minions about owning a boat.

Tips for San Diego International Boat Show:

Water, water, WAH-TAAH!. Preferably inside a thermos or anything that keep it cold. Or do what we do, we bring packed ice inside our insulated bottles and use the water reservoir (camelbak) to refill.

If it’s still too hot, use cooling towel, or do what we do for our desert hike, get a small bathing suit (better with tankini than bikini or one piece) wet it and put it around the neck just like cooling towel, voila!)

Make sure not to touch the bed inside the boats and have the lil ones travel on the sofa with their knees. You have to take off your shoes and their feet will leave a mark on the sofa.

Don’t be afraid to ask, but don’t keep on opening stuff. Collect all your crew and have them in one spot to see what’s inside the drawers and or cabinets. The last thing you want is a dirty look from the seller. (They won’t let you touch the button and console, be aware of that)

Get into the boats on the water, most of them have their AC blasting. Just make sure not to keep on getting in because it’ll take for--e--vah to go around.

Get the free samples, of course, mah horse!!

Ask for children’s or hands-on area, special boats, and workshops area before hand. We missed it all because the younger crews started to complained about the motion sickness (the platform on water swayed) and heat.

With that squared away, let’s just dive into it.

San Diego International Boat Show

Only several seconds after the car shut down, she felt the heat crawling on her skin. She hurried to open the car, but it didn’t help. Should she pant? Her mouth felt the cold icy beverages, oh she just imagining that. With a loud sigh, she resorted to the hose out of the camel bag and sipped.pant? Her mouth felt the cold icy beverages, oh she just imagining that. With a loud sigh, she resorted to the hose out of the camel bag and sipped.

“Mom, hot!”

��Let’s get closer to the bay.”

She dropped the hose back in the car and sprinted ahead. Her eyes scoured the park for any shade to make the waiting bearable. “Can we get in now?”

Mom approached her. “It’s still 20 minutes, plus we are waiting for aunties and coz.”

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She knew they were waiting. If they weren’t, Mom would’ve park straight in the hotel, instead of waiting for the others then move. “How much longer?”

Lucky for her, really not that long. The appearance of her buddies made her threw away any beef she had with the weather. After parking again, the gate was just right ahead, passed the lobby, followed the red arrows, and into receiving a bag full of goodies. Was that sand toys?

“Where’s the simulation?” Mom asked after peering into the bags full of books or was it magazine?

They followed the guide’s pointing finger to the booth. Curiosity invaded everyone around her. She only remembered about driving a boat but not real. Adults were weird, why wouldn’t it be real when she’s driving it?

A game! That’s what it was. Mom could’ve just said it. Twice! Everyone wanted to go twice, or maybe even more if they could’ve. She knew Mom would have jumped onto the seat too. Even she was so impatient to go. Line, line! But at least she knew them. Despite the growing urgency, she wouldn’t want to be the jerk who cut in front of her buddies.

She narrowed her eyes. Buoys. Where’s the yellow buoys she saw from behind her friend’s head. Around the lake too. What happened? She looked around the screen. Sailboats, water, water, speed boats, sailboats. Where are they? Should she try looking for it? The answer was not what she wanted. “We’re just by the entrance, lots more to see,” said Mom.

They’re going, FINE, they’re going, only after she got the life jacket. “Blue one please.” She shoved the red back into the box. Pheww.

No bigger ones? But why?

“All same size,” the nice lady said.

Oh well, at least she got a bag for herself. Mom had one, so must she.

“Something smells good.” Whatever Mom was walking to, she saw smoke coming out. Definitely wanted some too.

“Careful dear, it’s hot.” A long dark maroon sausage came out smoking and did she say smelled wonderful too?

The older man was so nice. She got more than one slice and even bread too. A triple sandwich? Oh, Mom, right, shouldn’t forget one for Mom.

“Do you want to eat something else?” Mom approached her as she relaxing at the swing. She turned to her buddies. They left the adults because between organic fruit and vegetables to giant swing to sleep on, we all knew which won.

“Nope.” She went ahead and pointed at the boats. “Can we get up there?”

“Ask.”

Of course, how could she forget to ask the right person?

“No shoes.” That’s all they got from all the sellers and off they went.

Three questions. She only wanted three questions, “What kind of boat is this? How fast does it go? Is it easy to drive?”

She thought, if she remembered correctly, Monterey speed boat? Yeah, that sounded right. That one went all the way to 30 is mph? There were bigger ones. Looked fancier too. Must’ve been more expensive.

“Right Mom?” Mom pointed at the numbers. Yep, that was more numbers than she cared about.

Central Console Fishing Boat? Is that the bigger ones? Should be, it got those boxes with transparent lid for the catch, the seller said. She really thought it even as big as her. At least everyone said it was easy to drive, just like cars. She couldn’t even drive those yet.

“This one? Goes to about 60-70 miles per hour.” That must have been fast. Although per hour sounds slow if her memory served her right. Maybe take notes? Nope. Mom should record this. Like last time she did the interviews for the art festival. Not her problem.

Speed boat is just like driving a car?

Where they store a smaller catch in the fishing boat.

It’s actually comfortable!

With fancy buttons too. No touch though.

“There’s more on the water.” She thought it was the last boat. Hearing the word water made her hopped down as fast as she could, ignoring the scorching heat from the concrete baked sun.

She and her pals sprinted down to cross the bridge. Wait! Yellow life jackets of course, the fashion statement of the day. Whoops, didn’t expect the swaying platform. It’s swaying everywhere. Fun! Like in an actual ships!

“Ships...”

“It’s not ship. A ship is much bigger, these are boats,” corrected the man on the boat.

She could feel her face warming up. Or was that the sun? Alright, boats. It’s kind of hard to jump onto the boat from the platform when both sides were swaying. She gotta time it right, but Mom didn’t help either.

“Whoooo, careeefuuulll. You fall, you swim.”

“Moom!” She could hear Mom were still chuckling.

Even the bridge swayed a little.

Aaah! Could’ve stay here forever, if only...

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If only she could drive. This steering wheel even almost as big as her.

She rolled her eyes, but that’s after she landed on the other side. One boat, two, three, four, so nice inside she would just stay in. However, she really loved going around. Really couldn’t refuse the free stuff, as she shouldn’t anyway.

“Where’s the paddle boarding?” Mom voiced her question, but right about then all she was thinking about is the melting ice she could’ve have right at that instant. The sun is mighty high in the sky and it’s summer, so that didn’t really tell her how late it was. There still one booth she really liked.

“Visit Mexico!” That was THE booth. It reminded her of her Puerto Nuevo’s visit with Mom and Pap. One word, no actually two, go again. Yep, anytime soon preferably.

“I wanna go back,” she begged Mom.

“We will.” Mom smiled.

Yep, they will but for that day, shaved ice truck by the bridge sounded mighty exciting.

The Boat Show is held usually in the midst of summer about a couple weeks after the end of school year.

Have you been to any boat show? How was your experience?

#Field trip #Boat Show #San Diego International Boat Show #Callousthenics Wings #San Diego event #San Diego experience #travel blog #travel experience #travel event

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