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blondeaxolotl · 27 days ago
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I'm my own biggest opp like wdym I'm not allowed to draw flojami until I finish majority of a big oc project that I specifically gave myself with no one forcing me to do it but I have to because I want to yap about my guys but I can't start until I have their designs out and this has already been sitting as a wip in my folders for a while.... but also... flojami.... kisshhhhhhhhhhh ugugugughghhghghghghg
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mrs-i-have-too-many-biases · 4 years ago
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Stray Kids’ reaction to their S/O catching them stare
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Scenario: You catch them stare.
Genre: Fluff/ Humour Pairing: Stray Kids members X Reader Word count: 2,3K Warnings: None. Author’s note: I was in highly need of some fluff and I think more STAYs are <3. Take care everyone! Priorities your mental health and your physical health of course and STAY safe!
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Chan:
The two of you had entered a cafĂ©, wanting to work together even though you both had a day off. You had to admit, the pair of you were workaholics, yet very supportive of one another and rather protective of each other’s health. Chan insisted on going on a date, but since there was a lot of work to do, you both brought your laptops along.
You had been sitting together in silence in a corner booth of the café, both concentrated on your own work as you sipped on your tea. Chan sighed after writing lyrics for a new song and stretched his tired body whilst looking at you. He smiled at himself when he saw your puffed cheeks and the small pout that were showing on your face.
He thereafter rested his and under his head for support as he unconsciously began to stare. He felt his chest warm up when he looked at you, the amount of love he felt towards you was almost overwhelming, but he wouldn’t mind drowning in it any day.
You were losing motivation and concentration to keep on working and decided to take a small break. Whilst taking your eyes off the screen in front of you, you could sense a pair of eyes watching you. When Chan shyly looked away from you and panicked to act cool, you knew you caught him staring. “What? Is my beauty that distracting?” You joked whilst wiggling your eyebrows. “Yes, very.” Chan mutters, causing your heart to flutter, leaning closer to him to press a kiss on his cheek, this time it was his heart that was fluttering.
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Minho:
You had invited, well basically dragged your boyfriend to your auntie’s wedding. She was one of your favourite persons in the world, Minho of course being one of them. She had drunkenly dragged you later during the party onto the dancefloor, splitting your from your boyfriend. She had been dancing with you for a while as Minho was being bored by your other aunties who were almost having an interview with him as they bombarded him with questions.
‘What do you do for a living?’ ‘Do you earn much-‘ ‘Janice don’t ask that, don’t be rude
 But do you?’
Minho was desperately looking through the crowd to find you and when he did, he felt the heavy feeling of bothersome fall off his shoulders when your smile caught his eyes. You were his instant happiness, a little happy virus that he needed in his life.
You didn’t notice your boyfriend staring at you as you continued to dance, but your still-wasted auntie did. She made eye contact and signed to Minho to take over the dancing. And before you knew it you felt a pair of hands around your waist, scaring you for a second until you heard Minho’s voice whisper in your ear.
“Enjoying yourself without me honey?” He pouted. “A little guess, you were as well watching me, but it’s always better when I’m with you.” You winked as you had turned around to dance with him, holding his hand before pulling him closer to your body. “Beautiful.” Minho muttered, making you blush as you playfully hit his chest and hiding your face in the crook of his neck. Leaving Minho bursting out in laughter.
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Changbin:
Binnie had dragged you to the studio as he wanted to work on some projects a little longer. You had been home alone due to Covid and really wanted to get out of the apartment for a while. Seated on one of the leather chairs behind Bin you were munching on some chips he had quickly picked up from a convenience store across the road.
“Baby, can you listen to this for me? I don’t know how I feel about it.” Your boyfriend mutters before handing you the headphones that he was wearing before. Placing it over your head you listened to the beat that your talented boyfriend had composed.
Changbin in the meantime was waiting nervously for you to finish listening. He always thought that your opinion weighted heavily on his music. He wanted everything to be perfect and that you surely would love it, which you did either way.
He was caught up staring at you that he didn’t notice that you were already done and talking to him, giving positive feedback and telling him what you loved about the song already.
“Binnie?” “Y-yes! I was listening! Yes! Hi!” He stuttered, making you giggle. “You’re cute Dwaekki.” You teased, pinching his cheeks as they heated up after being caught. “Hush, you’re the cute one here baby.” He mutters, trying to hide his face in the palms of his hands shyly.
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Hyunjin:
‘Let’s go on a date.’ He had suggested as it was your one-year anniversary.
You now were getting ready for the date, he had made reservations at your favourite restaurant and planned on taking Kkami with you. Whilst fixing your hair and applying a little makeup in your shared bedroom, you didn’t notice your boyfriend of one year entering the bedroom in the room next to you.
“Sweetie, do you know where my silk blouse is?” He had asked, peaking his head through the doorframe, expecting you to answer him. But silence filled the room instead as you didn’t hear him and he was stunned by your beauty.
Through the year he had been around with you, especially since the two of you decided quite early in your relationship to move in together, yet every time Hyunjin saw you getting ready, he was mesmerised.
To him you were an angle that was send from above and he couldn’t help but admire the beautiful creation he was blessed enough to call his. You caught his stares as you made eye contact with him through the mirror, causing the both of you burst out in giggles and only being able to make out gibberish in your flustered states.
“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered, kissing your hair whilst hugging you from behind. “Speak for yourself handsome.” You giggled before pressing your lips on his.
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Jisung:
“Here’s your cheesecake!” You chirped, handing your boyfriend his plate as you sat down next to him. “You’re the best.” He cried out dramatically before pressing kisses all over your face, causing you to giggle. “I know, now shush and watch the movie Han.” You said, focussing your eyes on the screen in front of you after teasing Jisung, who couldn’t help but pout.
The movie wasn’t that thrilling to him and wandered his eyes off the screen rather often. They landed on you, who was fixated on Aladdin who was singing ‘A whole new world’ with Jasmine. The cheesecake that you held also made its way to your mouth every once in a while and Jisung smiled to himself as he watched you adopt yet another habit of his, which was stuffing his cheeks as he ate.
He had rested his head on the sofa that the two of you were sitting on as he continued to stare at you. He really had no choice. You were wearing his oversized hoodie and you looked more beautiful than ever to him. He never really liked extravagant dates with candlelight dinners every time he wanted to spend time with you. A big blanket, cuddles and some good snacks did the trick for him.
As Jisung was thinking about how much he loves you he didn’t notice that you had turned your head to him, wondering if he heard you after you cracked a joke. “Sungie?” No reaction. Causing you to giggle. “Earth to Sung?” You teased, waving your hand in front of his face, making him jump in his seat. “Take a picture baby, it lasts longer.” You snickered trying to hug him, as Jisung hid his face under the fluffy blanket.
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Felix:
A visit to the dog café had become a weekly routine of yours and Lix.
He had pretty much become attached to the dogs, but since they couldn’t take care of them at the dorms due to work and other schedules, Lix made a promise to himself to visit them as much as possible.
And after he met you he had brought you along with him ever since. You really loved seeing him so excited to play with the dogs. It was almost like he had become a puppy himself. “I’m sorry have you seen my boyfriend, I can only spot these adorable puppies.” You had jokes once, making him burst out in heartily laughter. “Your loyal companion is here!” Lix would play along before skipping his way to you and surprising you with a tight embrace.
Today, you were seated, eyes fixated on the puppy in your lap, as Felix played with the others. His heart swelled at the sight of you babying the small creature on your lap, playing peek-a-boo with it. He felt a little jealous of the puppy as it was receiving more attention than he was from you, causing him to continue to stare at you.
Because he first of all really couldn’t take his eyes off the adorable scene, but also because he wanted to catch your attention. And when he did, he couldn’t help but feel shy and embarrassed when he saw you laugh at his flustered state. “Lix stop staring!” “Well! You’re giving that puppy more attention than to me! I’m your boyfriend!” He whined playfully. “Lix, have you seen these puppies, how could I possibly ignore them?” “I want to be like a puppy to you.” He teased, making you shake your head in disbelief of your ridiculously cute boyfriend.
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Seungmin:
Your boyfriend, Seungmin, had a tight schedule today. And since you had a day off you decided to do something nice for him.
You cooked his favourite food, made sure that you had his favourite shows and movies ready to binge when he would come home from work. You brought him a small gift, knowing that he might be very exhausted and in need of something to cheer him up.
Seungmin in the meantime was longing to go home, filming the music video for their upcoming comeback was tiring and hard work, but to his surprise they finished earlier than he thought. The director was surprised as well at the scenes they shot perfectly at the first try, making the team feel proud of themselves and their hard work they always put into their craft.
Your boyfriend sighed in delight when he entered your apartment. He dropped his bag and took off his shoes as he called out your name. No responds. Instead, he heard music and singing come from the kitchen. He didn’t think too much of it, assuming that your playlist was playing.
But he was surprised to hear the notes coming from your mouth as you sung along perfectly, leaving your boyfriend stunned as he stared at you in awe. Sooner enough the two of you jumped in surprise as you let out a squeal, surprised to see your boyfriend stand there all of the sudden. “How long have you been there?” You asked in embarrassment as you hid your face in your hands. “Long enough to realise how much of a talented partner I have!” Seungmin chirped excitedly as he pressed kisses on your cheeks. “Staring isn’t nice you know.” “Hiding such talent also isn’t.” He teased, making your heart flutter once again, leaving him laughing.
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Jeongin:
His hands were sweating and he was almost shaking in his chair as he peaked your way. The professor in front of the two of you was minding her own business as Jeongin’s mind drifted off.
He had been crushing on you ever since the two of you entered college together, which had been a year by now, yet Jeongin never had the courage to say anything other than ‘hi’ to you. Which was surprising since you were pretty much always seated right next to him.
He often wondered if you could hear his heart beat loudly for you, it felt like it could jump out of his chest any second. It was driving him mad, but not as much as the fact that he was just too much of a coward was still in the picture. Here you were as usual, looking beautiful as always. And he was still out her being a coward.
Something snapped in him when he realised that you wouldn’t be single forever. He stiffened and tried to find the courage to talk to you. He didn’t felt himself turn towards you and look at you directly. You didn’t notice at first, but out of the corner of your eye, you had to try your hardest to control the blush that wanted to rush to your cheeks as his eyes were fixated on your face.
You dared to turn to your long-time crush, making actual eye contact with him for maybe the third time in a whole year. “Are you okay?” You asked carefully in a whisper as you caught him staring. “P-please go out on a date with me!” He asked a little too loud as people shot their gazes towards the two, but Y/n didn’t care as her heart was racing as fast as his. “I thought you’d never ask.”
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markosmate · 4 years ago
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David’s girl want to see his goofy side so she keeps hitting him with her pillow and stuffed animals- can go anyway you want💖 Also if you are up could you do this as head cannon for all the boys (?)
this is the cutest!! ok so i’m gonna do kinda like a blurb for each boy if that makes sense?? you’ll see what i mean haha,, i hope you like it!! :) - đŸ§šđŸ»
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David
It had only been a few months since the boys moved you into the cave. You had nowhere else to go and the boys didn’t need to be told twice about your predicament before they were already offering you a spot to stay with them. David had taken it upon himself to move all of your belongings from your old house to your nest at the cage before your parents - who had kicked you out after you dropped out of school - could get the chance to throw it all away.
The boys did their best to make sure you were as comfortable as possible at the cave, getting Max to find a way to hook up running water in the cave and even buying a never-ending supply of batteries to run a mini fridge on so you could keep drinks and snacks in your nest. Over the first few weeks of spending every waking moment together, you and David began to become significantly closer than you were with the others. A few innocent kisses were shared here and there before you all went to sleep or when the group split up to do different things at the boardwalk.
You began to like him quite a lot and you couldn’t help but stay up into the early mornings after they fell asleep thinking about if he actually felt the same for you, or if he was just playing around with your feelings. One night you had woken up with a horrible cramp taking over your entire abdomen. You chose to stay back at the cave for the night and hopefully stuff yourself till you couldn’t feel it anymore or sleep off all the pain. The boys understand, Star having already explained to them why some nights a month she didn’t feel like running after Laddie on the boardwalk. They didn’t pester you much about it and left soon after you broke the news to them.
Not even two hours later, David came back early without the boys in tow. There was a plastic bag of goodies from the convenience store down the block from the beach in his hand and he placed it gently by your side without a word. You tried to read any emotion on his face but failed miserably as his expression stayed completely neutral.
“What’s all this?” You mumbled with a large smile pulling at your lips as you sat up slightly to look through the contents of the bag.
He shrugged halfheartedly, moving to push some of your blankets aside so he could sit at the edge of your nest and watch your reaction to what he had gotten. “Just some stuff Star said would help. Thought maybe you needed something to cheer you up.”
You glanced up at him with the biggest smile on your face and for a moment, you could have sworn that you saw his eyes soften as they gazed into yours. The bag was filled with different kinds of candies, and even some small pieces of jewelry like a couple of rings and a necklace he must have slipped from one of the small stands. “Thank you so much, this means a lot.” You giggled, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek. His lip quirked up the tiniest bit and you moved back to sit up completely with two or three pillows supporting your back.
“You know... there is one more thing that could make me feel better.” You grinned sneakily at the blond vampire.
He quirked an eyebrow at you and rolled his eyes. “What, the candy and jewelry wasn’t enough?”
You laughed at him before teasingly holding your arms out at him. “A cuddle?” That made him still for a moment as his eyes slowly raised back up from his lap to meet your own.
He scoffed as he moved to stand up and make his way towards the opening in the fabric curtains. “I don’t cuddle kitten, sorry.” You rolled your eyes dramatically, moving to place the bag of goods on the old bedstand next to your bed. You moved to grab one of the many stuffed animals stacked in the corner of the bed and in an instant you had thrown it at him. It hit him dead center in the middle of the back and he froze halfway out the exit.
He turned and looked at you, before his eyes travelled down to the floor where the stuffed horse lay. You giggled at his reaction before standing up quickly and running over to him, ignoring the pain pulsing in your abdomen. You grabbed his wrist gently and pulled him along with you, pulling him down on the bed. He scoffed before grabbing the closest stuffy - a giraffe - and whacking you across the back of the head with you.
You gasped, staring at him with mock surprise as you laughed, struggling to get out your next words. “You didn’t!”
“Oh but baby, I did.” He chuckled, blocking your next attack and tossing you over him, making you land softly in the entire pile of plushies. You kicked weakly, trying to regain your upper hand in the battle and trying to grab some kind of stuffed toy to hit him back with.
You both were laughing so hard, you didn’t even realize most of the plushies had already been accidently kicked off the mattress and onto the floor. “Okay! Okay, you win!” You cried weakly, giving up in surrender as you grabbed onto his shoulders to try and steady yourself and catch your breath.
His laughter died down slowly with yours and he just smirked down at you with a cocky triumph. You thought he was going to say something to rub in his victory, but he chose not to. “That was the most ab exercise I think I’ve done in six decades.”
You threw your head back in a loud barking laugh, pulling him down next to you to cuddle yourself into his chest. “You hang from the ceiling every night to sleep, I think that’s enough core engagement for an entire lifetime.”
“I guess you’re right.” He chuckled, chest still heaving along with yours as your heartbeat slowly calmed after the little wrestling match. “Go to sleep,” He whispered into your hair, pressing a kiss to your temple shortly. “You’ll feel much better when you wake up kitten.”
Dwayne
You and Dwayne weren’t dating - not by any means. It was common knowledge among you both that you were completely head over heels for each other, but neither of you were confident enough in that knowledge to try and make the relationship official. So, for the mean time, you both settled for what you had now. You were his, and he was yours - even if it wasn’t totally sealed into place with labels.
So, that brought you to where you were now. Movie nights were common for the both of you, but it was usually at your place since Marko and Paul couldn’t sit still long enough to watch a whole movie so every movie night at the cave usually turned into a horribly chaotic failure. However, this time it was different. Max had suggested taking Marko and Paul to a shop right out of town to snatch a few things for him. David took it upon himself to spend the night cruising around town on his bike to give you and Dwayne some alone time. He had been the one to personally suggest that you guys finally attempt to have a successful movie night at the cave.
So, the plans were set. That night you only wore some pajamas, not really finding a point in dressing up any better. You packed a few blankets and stuffed animals in your bag and ran outside to meet up with Dwayne who had taken it upon himself wait in your driveway for you to finish getting ready. “Whatcha bringing doll?” He grinned at you as you strapped your bag to the department of his bike.
“Just some extras.” You giggled shortly, climbing on behind him and wrapping your arms tightly around his middle. You arrived at the cave in no time and within the hour the couches were stacked with pillows and blankets for a makeshift fort you both had thrown together as quickly as possible. You couldn’t for the life of you remember the name of the movie you were watching, you were too busy staring at Dwayne from the other side of the couch to listen to what he was explaining about it.
He had been awkward the entire night so far. Stiffening when you wrapped your arms around him on his bike, almost tripping down the stairs when you grabbed his hand to help steady yourself while entering the cave, and even going as far as to sit on the other side of the fort when he pressed play. You glared at the side of his head, hoping he would pick up on your mood and explain himself to you - but either he didn’t notice your staring or didn’t care.
Had you said something? Was he mad at you? Annoyed that he had to stay in with you all night instead of causing trouble with his friends? You couldn’t figure it out, and instead resulted to plan B. Looking around as unsuspiciously as possible, you located the closest plushie to you and grasped it in your hand - deciding your next moves very carefully. You could either play a guilt trip - act all sad and pouty until he comes over to your side of the sofa and gives you the loving that you want - or you could chuck it at the side of his head to show him that you were angry about the distance he’s putting between the both of you. 
You decided on the latter, calculating the distance between him and you and analyzing how hard you would have to throw it to hit him where you wanted it to. Finally, you threw it as hard as you could and it whacked against his shoulder before falling to the ground below. He turned and locked eyes with you, eyebrow quirking upwards as his gaze flicked between you and the toy on the ground. There was an underlying question in his eyes as confusion filled his face. Why had you..?
“Pay attention to me asshole.” You mumbled, crossing your arms with a pout on your face.
That only made his confusion worse as his jaw dropped in exasperation. “Pay- pay attention to you? We’re watching a movie?”
You shook your head stubbornly and frowned at him. “We can watch a movie with you over here. Why’d you sit so far away?”
That made him roll his eyes as a deep chuckle rumbled from his chest. “You dork!” He teased, picking up the plushie from the ground and chucking it back at you. It thumped against your forehead before landing in your lap. “All you had to do was ask me to come over.” He stood from his side of the couch and made his way over to you, moving some of the blankets and pillows to the side to make room for him to sit. You kept up with your act, crossing your arms impossibly tighter and turning your head to look away from him.
He softly laughed and with a roll of his eyes, reached out to cup your cheek and move your head to face him once more. “You wanted me over here, baby.” He teased, eyes flicking between your own and your lips.
You didn’t wait to hear what he had to say next, just leaned in to capture his lips in your own in a soft sensual kiss. You reached up to tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer to you in a way you had been dreaming about for months now. When you finally pulled away for some much-needed air you giggled and nuzzled yourself into his chest. “I’m glad we finally got that situated.”
He sighed, letting a smile tug at his lips as he guided your chin back up to look you in the eyes once more. “You’re telling me.” 
Paul
The boys had skipped the boardwalk that night, going straight to the less crowded part of the beach to look for an early meal. They couldn’t quite pin-point why they had woken up that night feeling so much hungrier than usual, but it couldn’t hurt to just feed earlier than usual.
Wrong, very wrong. The beach-goers in the early night are much more sober and alert than they are later on, meaning the second the boys exposed themselves to them, they were already defending themselves much more than the vampires were used to dealing with. At one point, one of the surf nazis pulled a gun from his sleeping pack while they were drinking from the others, and the bullet lodged itself in Paul’s shoulder.
They disarmed him and killed him quickly before cleaning up the area of attack and making sure that there was no remaining evidence to point towards what had happened. Dwayne sat Paul down on one of the logs and managed to get the bullet out of the wound fairly quickly. “It hurts man.” Paul whined out, thumping his foot on the ground to a random rhythm to try and distract himself from the injury.
“Your body will heal itself in not even three hours. If it hurts to bad to chill at the boardwalk, go on over to Y/N’s, get it patched up and get some ice for it to numb it.” David explained shortly, mounting his bike as the other three followed after him.
“Yeah, I think I’ll do that. Meet you guys at the cave later?” The tall blond decided, starting his bike up and glancing at his brothers. Once they all gave him a nod, he turned his bike and drove in the opposite direction of the boardwalk. Your house wasn’t too far away from the boardwalk, you could make the walk in ten minutes tops.
You had been working on making a new comforter blanket for your bed when you heard the rhythmic knocks on your door. Three short ones and two long ones, Paul’s signature knock whenever him and the boys invited themselves over. However, you hadn’t been expecting them tonight - you guys had made plans for Friday, so it was confusing why he’d show up two nights before the designated plans.
You stood, making your way over to the door and opening it, the first thing you noticed being the glittery blood leaking down his shoulder. “Oh my god, Paul!” You cried pulling him into the house and shutting the door after him. “Do you need me to clean it or wrap it up?”
He chuckled, shaking his head at you in dismissal. “Nah doll, my body will heal it completely by tomorrow afternoon. I was just hoping to get some ice and hang out.”
Twenty minutes later, you were both sprawled across your couch. The living room was completely silent with the exception of the occasional quiet breathing. He was laid back, head against the back of the couch and holding the icepack against his wound to try and numb the pain as much as possible. You knew that he was in pain, and obviously quite upset that he let his guard down and ended up getting injured by the prey.
You didn’t like this version of Paul, and you wanted to cheer him up. What better way to do so then have a plushie war? You grabbed the one nearest you and threw it gently at him, watching as it hit his thigh. His eyes cracked open and he looked down at the offended stuffed animal with a large smile. “It’s on babydoll.” He declared, grabbing as many toys as he could to load up on amo.
“Hey!” You cried, quickly sitting up to grab the remaining ones as quickly as possible, pulling one of your couch cushions out from its spot to sit in front of you to serve as a sort of barrier between you and the vampire.
He made the first throw, throwing the two largest at your cushion and successfully knocking it off the couch. You were wheezing with laughter as you lazily threw a few at him to distract him, while also trying to pull the cushion back up to block you from any plushies. While you were distracted, he lunged at you and wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, lifting you into the air and spinning you both around the living room.
“Oh my god!” You cried out in between loud barks of laughter, trying to pull at his wrists to get him to drop you. “Stop I’m going to puke!”
He laughed along with you before twirling you around so your chest was pressed to his. “I win?” He teased, nuzzling his nose against your cheek with a sly giggle laced into his words.
“Yeah- yeah, you win.” You whispered, wrapping your arms around his waist in shy hug and burying your face into the shoulder that wasn’t injured.
“I’m glad I came here instead of going with the guys. It’s been so long since we spent time alone, just the two of us.” He mumbled, pressing a flurry of kisses to your neck and jaw.
“Well, let’s start making it something that happens way more often.” You offered, swaying side to side with him as you both just basked in the relief of having someone you both could always trust and love.
“Yeah. That sounds nice.”
Marko
You and the blond vampire had been dating for a good four months now. The feelings had been apparent ever since you both first met at the beginning of summer. Still, you hadn’t ever really seen him let go and relax. Either he was putting up a tough front for all the people on the boardwalk, or he was pretending like he wasn’t absolutely whipped for you in front of the boys.
You didn’t want to push him to open up, though. Maybe he was just the type of person that found it difficult to even let the closest people to them inside their walls. He would fully relax around you when he knew it was time, you weren’t going to force him into it.
It was a Sunday night when he showed up at your window with some snacks and a move from Max’s shop asking if you were up to staying in for a movie night with him. Now you both laid on top of your bed covers, curled into each other as the comedy he picked out played on your tiny television. He had been tense the entire time, which confused you because he was always comfortable around you. Did he see your underwear on the floor or something? You didn’t think so, you could’ve sworn that you had put away all of your laundry.
You wanted him to have a good time with you, not feel like he had to constantly keep up some kind of persona. So, you did what only seemed reasonable. You reached out to his sides and began tickling him. Immediately a loud laugh left his lips as he tried and failed to squirm away from your fingers.
“S-Stop! What are y-you doing?” He wheezed pushing you away from him. When that didn’t work he resulted to tickling you right back. You immediately stopped your attack on him, moving backwards towards the wall your bed was pushed up against to put space between you both.
He just laughed, scooting closer to you and continuing his devious plan. You reached out for something to grab onto and your hand met one of the stuffed toys on your bed. You picked it up by the leg and started whacking him with it in an attempt to get him to forfeit. “Stop it, you psycho!” You laughed as he finally moved his hands away from your sides, instead using them to cover his head from the blows of the plushie in your hands.
“I have to stop? You started it!” He grinned back at you, grabbing your waist and pulling you over him until you were looking down at him. He smiled slyly letting his eyes flick between your eyes and your lips. You gazed back into his eyes, letting your guard down momentarily. It was enough for him however, and he quickly snatched the plushie from you and used his legs to flip you around until you were lying on your back again.
“Hey! You distracted me, that’s cheating!”  You pouted, hands against his chest so that you were ready to deflect any attacks he was getting ready to throw your way.
He chuckled, twirling your hair around his pointer finger - opting to not attack you with the plushie any further. “I was just doing what I had to do to win babe.”
“Yeah well you’re just mean.” You frowned up at him and watched as he just playfully rolled his eyes at you. 
“Yeah, whatever loser.” He mumbled before lowering himself down so you both were once again curled into each other, in the perfect spot to hold each other comfortably and see the television at the right angle.
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kimjoongs · 4 years ago
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the line between realities ; k.hj
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pairing none (just hj marinating in his thoughts)
genre diary film au, angst, minor fluff
word count 2.3k
warning(s) cursing
taglist @yunwoo @deonghwa @toffee-hwa @fairyofdusk @peachjaem00 @atinykidult
dia’s note just a short little thing i whipped up last night, no real rhyme or reason to it !
synopsis hongjoong vaguely recalls the moments before everything went to shit.
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seoul, sk 160629 4:33 p.m.
Hongjoong’s Log
Today was our first day of practice. If I’m being honest, we all sucked. It took us more than an hour to learn the first 30 seconds. I could tell everyone was slowly getting frustrated with the lack of progress, but it was only our first practice. I told them that this was to be expected. Fortunately, that seemed to ease their minds, even if it was only a little. 
After practice, none of us felt like leaving just yet, so we hung around in the warehouse a while longer. There’s an old basketball hoop attached to one of the beams, so Jongho, San, Yeosang, and Mingi are over there playing. Wooyoung and Yunho are sitting on one of the sofas, talking animatedly about Wooyoung’s last dance battle, and Seonghwa is sitting next to me, reading a book he found in the corner. 
It’s kinda strange. This was our first time meeting all together, but it feels like we’ve known each other for years.
I hope it stays like this.
“Watch out!”
Hongjoong barely had time to look up before he was hit square in the face by a basketball. He fell back with a yelp, his chair tipping over until it came down with a sharp clatter, taking Hongjoong along with it. He landed on the concrete with a thud, the sound bouncing off the walls. A hiss of pain left his lips, and he rolled over onto his back, head spinning as his eyes adjusted due to the sudden impact.
“Shit–”
“Hongjoong!”
“Good going, San.”
“I didn’t mean to!”
Hongjoong, still dazed and confused, felt a hand on his shoulder. A look to his right revealed the face of Seonghwa, who peered down at the other with nothing but concern. His eyebrows were scrunched together, lips set into a frown. 
“Hongjoong?” he murmured softly. “You okay?”
By now, the others have already gathered around the fallen male, mirroring Seonghwa’s expression. Although San’s was a bit more prominent as he held onto the basketball tightly, the same one that caused Hongjoong to fall over in the first place.
Hongjoong groaned, rubbing his aching nose with his hand. With the help of Seonghwa, he gently pushed himself up into a sitting position and took a moment to make sure that he wasn’t going to keel over before standing up, wincing when he felt his joints crack.
“Damn, I’m getting old,” he muttered under his breath, earning a chuckle from Yeosang who stood closest to him. He glanced back at the rest of the group, eyes falling on San, who looked about ready to spew out a plethora of apologies.
Hongjoong beat him to it.
“It’s okay, San. I’m fine,” he assured with a smile. The younger’s eyes widened at the apology, and he bit his lip.
“I’ll be more careful next time.”
The others laughed fondly, and Yunho reached over, swinging his arm around San’s shoulders, pulling the shorter male towards him. A soft, wispy sigh came from behind, and Hongjoong peeked over his shoulder. Seonghwa gazed back at him with an exasperated look, but the tender glint in his eye said more than words ever could.
What am I going to do with you people?
Hongjoong smiled, turning back.
The others had already begun to return to their previous activities, leaving Hongjoong and Seonghwa at the table. The former bent down and picked up the chair, plopping down on it once it was upright. Seonghwa breezed past his own chair and chose to sit on the table instead, crossing his legs. He glanced down at Hongjoong briefly before turning his attention back to his book, flipping the pages until he found the one he left off on.
The notebook Hongjoong had been writing in laid flat, the finished entry staring up at him, leaving Hongjoong to wonder if the words would start shifting. The more he looked at it, the more the letters moved— dancing down the page, line by line by line, until they reached the end. 
He blinked. The letters froze.
With a sigh, Hongjoong closed his notebook, pushing it aside. He leaned back into the chair, mindful not to let it tip over again, and closed his eyes.
And that’s when he heard it. Music. 
Hongjoong opened his eyes, wordlessly scanning the building for the source of the sound. His gaze fell on Jongho, who was no longer playing basketball with the others, but stationed on one of the sofas instead, strumming an old acoustic. Where did he even find that?
The rest of them, save for the two eldest, sat in an irregular circle around the younger, watching him with rapt interest. Jongho hummed along with the notes, a soothing melody that wrapped itself around each and every one of them, providing a sense of comfort they’ve never felt before.
His fingers smoothly glided over the frets, like a figure skater drifting seamlessly across the ice. The strings vibrated, filling the space with a mellow yet saccharine timbre, a rather far cry from the harsh, hard-hitting beats they danced to earlier.
Hongjoong was entranced to say the least. 
He was so entranced that he almost failed to notice Seonghwa softly singing along next to him. Almost.
Whipping his head to the side, Hongjoong stared wide-eyed at the brunette, mouth parting slightly in shock. Seonghwa paid him no mind and continued his musical ministrations, not a single beat behind Jongho. In fact, he seemed to be a beat ahead even.
“You know this song?” Hongjoong whispered, finally catching the other’s attention. Seonghwa froze mid-note. He stared back at Hongjoong before shyly looking away, as if he hadn’t meant for Hongjoong to hear him.
“Uh, yeah,” he replied sheepishly. “I do.”
He wasn’t sure why Seonghwa had reacted that way. Maybe he was shy? Maybe he never sang in front of anyone before, and it just slipped out? Hongjoong didn’t know.
But what he did know was—
“Well, your voice sounds really nice.”
Seonghwa gawked at him. “Uh– What?”
“Your voice. It’s nice.”
Seonghwa blinked.
Once.
Twice. 
And then—
“Thank...you?” He said it with uncertainty, but his eyes shined brighter than any star Hongjoong had ever seen. Hongjoong giggled at the dazed look on his face.
“What? Has no one ever told you that before? Don’t tell me I’m the first,” he gasped dramatically, placing his hand on his chest. Seonghwa laughed breathily, shaking his head.
“No, you’re...you’re actually the second.”
Hongjoong clicked his tongue in disappointment “Second place– what a shame.Who beat me to the punch?”
Seonghwa’s smile dropped, only slightly, and he turned his head away before Hongjoong took notice.
He knew the younger didn’t mean to, but his question had opened up more wounds than Seonghwa could handle. He felt a sharp pang in his chest, right where his heart should be. He mentally cursed, disappointed with himself.
It had been over a year since then, yet Seonghwa was still very much affected by it.
He swallowed the huge lump forming in his throat, blinking away the set of fresh tears in his eyes, and looked back at Hongjoong. The blue-haired male was gazing at him, waiting patiently for a response. Seonghwa managed to force one out.
“Oh, just a– a friend. An old...friend.”
If Hongjoong noticed the inner turmoil Seonghwa was experiencing right now, he didn’t mention it. Satisfied with his answer, Hongjoong nodded, standing up.
“Well, if it means anything to you,” he said, patting the brunette on the back, “you should keep singing.”
Hongjoong gave him one last smile, and then he trotted off, joining the others on the couch. Seonghwa watched him. This time, he couldn’t stop the single tear that ran down his cheek.
Because for the second time in his life, Seonghwa was rendered speechless.
As someone who prided himself to be a source of comfort for others, a walking positive affirmation for those with troubled minds and aching hearts, he was quite clueless when it came to his own troubled mind and aching heart. Seonghwa was all too used to people coming to him whenever they sought support and care. Words were his way of healing, so it was only natural for him to be good at it.
What he wasn’t good at was receiving those same words in return. Not because he was humble or anything, he just– he wasn’t used to it. The people he interacted with on a daily basis were quite stingy with their compliments, and Seonghwa knew that, he accepted them for what they were worth (even if they held little to no value). He was perfectly fine with being the pillar to lean on; he didn’t want compliments or encouragement from other people.
But Seonghwa was still human. Humans had needs.
Maybe he didn’t want it, but he certainly needed it.
A disbelieving laugh left his lips as Hongjoong’s words repeatedly rang through his mind like a broken record, with no end and no beginning.
“You should keep singing.”
Seonghwa, you should keep singing.
There was a bitter taste in his mouth.
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Hongjoong’s Log
Practice just ended. We all got really hungry after, so we decided to go to a nearby convenience store. We’re sitting around this small, plastic table just outside the store. Some of us are eating, the rest talking. Except for me.
Mingi’s been teasing me this whole time about bringing my notebook around. He said I’d much rather write than talk with the rest of them. He’s not wrong.
I’m kidding.
But back to the practice, we definitely made a lot more progress compared to last week. I’m not sure what caused the sudden spur of motivation, but it’s very much appreciated. We’ve all been getting along super well too. I’m glad. Things seem to be working out great for us.
“Hongjoong, stop writing and eat,” Yeosang chided, pointing to the untouched bowl of ramen with his chopsticks. There was a hum of agreement from Wooyoung, who was currently chowing down on a hot bar while Yunho vehemently wiped away the sauce on his cheek.
The others were quiet, too focused on eating to put their two cents in, but Hongjoong didn’t need them to. He tucked his pencil into the spine of his notebook and hid it away in his backpack. Mingi noticed and snickered.
“Why are you being so cautious?” he asked with a smirk. “Afraid that we’re gonna take a peek and uncover your deepest, darkest secrets or something?”
Hongjoong snorted, bringing the bowl of ramen closer and separating his chopsticks. “No, just making sure you don’t steal my plans for world domination.”
“You want to take over the world?” Yunho piped up, mid-bite.
“How do you plan on doing that?” San asked, munching on his rice snack.
“Don’t care how you do it– the world is shitty enough as it is. There’s no way you could possibly make it worse.” Jongho waved his hand dismissively, not even looking up from his bowl.
“Thanks, Jongho.” Hongjoong ruffled his hair. “Remind me to make you my right hand when the time comes.”
A chorus of complaints rang out amongst them, and he rolled his eyes, smiling. 
Hongjoong was anything but a closed book. He was very vocal about his feelings and would never turn down the opportunity to dump his cup and spill out his emotions. However, his lack of resistance to vulnerability was contingent on his willingness to trust. He was an open person, yes, but that didn’t mean he was going around telling random strangers about the deepest, darkest parts of his overworked heart.
He wasn’t quite sure what to make of this group yet. Sure, he was the one who dragged them all into...whatever it was they were doing, but Hongjoong never had the chance to really get to know each of them. In his eyes, they were all eight, vastly different people with a mutual understanding.
An understanding of what? None of them knew. 
Yet here they were, having only been a group for a week and chatting it up like they’ve been friends since birth. And in another life, another dimension– they were exactly that.
“San,” Seonghwa scolded gently. “Slow down with the soda. I promise it’s not going anywhere.”
Said male hesitated, staring at the eldest over the can held up to his lips. He grinned sheepishly and set the soda down on the table.
“How the hell are you still functioning?” Wooyoung demanded, narrowing his eyes at the other.
“What do you mean?” San’s eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.
“Well, judging from the amount of battery acid you’ve consumed, I’m surprised you haven’t passed a kidney stone yet.”
While the others laughed at the snarky comment, San remained quiet. His brows were still scrunched together, but it was more so in thought rather than confusion. Then, he shrugged his shoulders, looking nonchalant.
“I did when I was little. Had to go to the hospital for it.”
Yeosang grimaced from across the table. “How’d that go?”
“Mmm, fine, I guess,” San said noncommittally. “Hurt like hell, but I was okay when it was over. I had to promise my parents I would drink more water though.”
“And did you?” Hongjoong leaned forward, somehow intrigued. San brought the can back up to his face, mouth quirking up into a smirk.
“Nope.”
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Hongjoong’s Log
Not much progress was made today, but I can’t complain. Today was fun. Once again, none of us wanted to go home just yet, so we’re still here. Jongho brought out the guitar again, and we all sat and listened to him sing. He has a really beautiful voice, and I’m glad he shared it with us.
Last week I learned that Mingi was into rap and producing music, so he and I set up a makeshift studio in the corner of the warehouse. It wasn’t professional or glamorous by any means, but it would get the job done. 
Also, I know it’s still technically summer, but recently the days are beginning to feel shorter. I wonder if the others feel the same way. Maybe it’s just me? I don’t know.
I’m not really sure where I’m going with this. I should probably stop here for today.
Hongjoong tossed the notebook to the side, letting it flop onto the leather couch. He glanced over to his left and noticed Yeosang sitting alone at the table, mindlessly gazing out the window. Frowning, Hongjoong stood up and made his way over to the younger, ignoring the impending sense of foreboding nestled deep in his gut. 
What he didn’t notice was the pair of narrowed eyes watching him intently from the other side of the warehouse.
“Mind if I sit here?” Hongjoong hopped up on the table, startling Yeosang when the table jerked slightly to the side. 
He peered up at Hongjoong momentarily, shaking the pieces of hair out of his face. The hand that was nestled comfortably in his lap curled up into a loose fist, fingernails just barely grazing the soft skin of his palm.
“No, I don’t mind,” he murmured quietly, turning his attention back to the window. Soft streams of sunlight penetrated the cracked glass, leaving gold patches on the concrete floor. Speckles of dust floated in the light; some drifted down, down, down until they disappeared in the absence of light, while others remained suspended in one spot, floating aimlessly in their own little world, unperturbed by actions of their surroundings.
For some reason, Yeosang felt a little envious.
“Hey Hongjoong, can I ask you a question?” 
“Yeah, what’s up?”
He curled his hand even more.
“Which one do you prefer? Night or day?”
Hongjoong paused– not because he was confused, but because he was mulling over the question. He wanted to give a proper, serious answer, and Yeosang took careful note of that.
“Mmm, probably night,” he said after a moment. “I’m a night owl, so I tend to be more productive during that time.”
It was true. Hongjoong found daytime to be more of a hustle and bustle. People were always outside; adults borderline speeding on their way to work, teenagers sprinting down the street to get to school on time, children racing through the park and tagging their friends. The air was abuzz with timeless chatter and lively debate, telling stories and revealing secrets that were clearly not meant for the ears of the innocent.
Hongjoong loved daytime, don’t get him wrong, but the night had its own unique charm. One that he had a special connection to.
A time when the streets gradually mellowed out as people settled themselves into their homes. The day star faded under the horizon, dragging the vibrant colors of the sky down with it, leaving behind a dark navy canvas, absolutely riddled with dazzling moondust. The chatter died down and the air was calm and soothing.
Hongjoong appreciated it.
“Why?” Yeosang suddenly asked, and Hongjoong was surprised to hear how tense the blond sounded. “Why do you like it so much?”
“Because it–” He stopped himself, unsure. “Promise me you won’t laugh?” 
Yeosang nodded, never breaking his composure. Hongjoong figured that was as good a confirmation as any.
“Well, I just think it’s comforting. It’s easier to let myself go, let myself feel and do whatever I want,” he breathed out a laugh. “Like– this is gonna sound super cheesy, but I feel like no matter what I do, the decisions I make, they’re going to be met with no judgement. No one’s around to witness me make an ass of myself, so who’s gonna say anything? Certainly not the stars, nor the moon.”
Yeosang’s nails dug deep into his flesh. Hongjoong kept going.
“I can fuck up all I want, but I know they’ll always be there the next night, sort of like a- a beacon of hope, I’d say.”
Yeosang, look up at the stars!
He wanted to throw up. The taste of bile was there on the tip of his tongue. He unclenched his fist and grabbed onto the edge of the table, gripping it tightly.
“Hey– whoa, are you okay?” Hongjoong suddenly leaned forward, resting his hand on the blond’s shoulder, worry laced in the tone of his words. “Yeosang? Yeosang, are you–”
“I’m fine!” he exclaimed, moving away from the other’s touch. Hongjoong instantly retracted his hand, trying not to let the hurt show on his face. He apparently must have done a terrible job because Yeosang took one look at him and sighed, combing his hands through his hair.
“Sorry, Hongjoong, I just–” He covered his face and rubbed his eyes. “I...I don’t feel well. I think I’m gonna head home.”
“O-Oh okay, do you want me to walk you to the–”
“No,” Yeosang cut him off sharply, but more gentle than before. “No, I can go by myself. Thanks for the offer, though.”
Before Hongjoong could get another word in, Yeosang was already up and out of his chair, picking up his bag from the floor and slinging it over his shoulder. He didn’t even bother to greet the others goodbye before he was slipping through the doors and out into the sunlight.
Perturbed by his friend’s capricious behavior, Hongjoong was frozen at the table. The others, who hadn’t yet noticed that one of them was missing, continued on with their jovial conversations, leaving their blue-haired companion to deal with the aftermath.
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Hongjoong’s Log
Yeosang came back for the first time in two weeks, but he probably regretted it. I think we all did.
Jongho and Mingi had a huge fight earlier, and Jongho ended up hurting his leg again. Mingi left after that, and the rest of us took Jongho to the hospital. Wooyoung’s been trying to get hold of Mingi for twenty minutes now, but he won’t answer.
Maybe...everything will be back to normal next week...?
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Hongjoong’s Log
For a place filled with memories, it’s pretty lonely in here.
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dawnjeman · 6 years ago
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2018 Children’s Hospital Raffle Home
  Hello, my wonderful friends! This home was recently built by Ramage Company, with interiors by Leslie Cotter Interiors, and it is truly an honor for me to be featuring the newest Children’s Hospital Raffle Home on our “Interior Design Ideas” series. Here, the builder shares some insights on this beautiful home: “Our Park Place design, created for the 2018 Norton Children’s Hospital Raffle Home, features Beaux-Arts inspired architecture with over 3200 square feet of living space and a third- floor terrace that overlooks the community.”
I hope this home inspires those that love homes with color and character, and you can read more about this raffle on the hospital’s website.
Feel free to pin this beautiful home and have a great time, everyone! It’s always an honor to have you guys here!
  2018 Norton Children’s Hospital Raffle Home
Exterior Brick Paint Color: PPG1032-2 Hurricane Haze by PPG Paints.
Roof is Tamko Elite 25 rustic black.
Exterior Trim Paint Color
Brick siding is very popular right now but it’s definitely a classic choice. The exterior trim is painted in PPG Pitt-tech satin black.
Exterior Lighting
Lighting: Troy Lighting Outdoor Wall Light.
Foyer
Character welcomes you as soon you open the front door!
Foyer Sconces: Troy Lighting.
Sideboard: Four Hands.
Living Room
The foyer leads you to a dramatic living room with built-in bookcases and high-end furnishings.
Ceiling Treatment: 12’ ceiling height on 1st floor.
Paint Color
Paint color is PPG1012-7 Black Forest, eggshell finish.
Similar Sofa: Here.
Side Table: Bernhardt.
Similar Rug: Here.
Decor
Light wood and soft textures such as velvet, beautifully contrasts with the dark walls and black windows.
Table Lamps: Arteriors.
Cabinets: Caracole.
Bookcase Sconces
Bookcase Sconces: Hudson Valley Lighting Wall Sconce Aged Brass.
Chandelier
Isn’t this home full of interesting ideas? The lighting is by Troy Lighting.
Coffee Table: Bernhardt.
Chairs: Bernhardt.
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Kitchen
This kitchen feels so fresh and so elegant! Gorgeous design!
Islands
Kitchen Island Dimension – 2 islands: each is 8’ x 3’ – Note: Both of islands offer space for counterstools.
Kitchen Countertops: Aurea Stone, Epitome. Waterfall edge on islands.
Kitchen Window Treatment
Window Treatment: Hunter Douglas Provenance Woven Wood Shades; Pattern = Maritime; Color = Anchor Gray.
Table Lamps: Arteriors.
Backsplash Tile
Kitchen Backsplash: Artistic Tile. Similar: here (larger size) – Other Great Tiles: here, here, here & here.
Wall Paint Color
Paint color is Pittsburgh Paints PPG14-03 Seagull.
Kitchen Cabinet Paint Color
Kitchen Cabinet Paint Color: Pittsburgh Paints Commercial White PPG1025-1.
Hardware: Rejuvenation Pulls & Knobs.
Lighting: Hudson Valley.
Sink
The kitchen features an undermount stainless steel kitchen sink.
Dishwasher: Ge.
Faucet
Kitchen Faucet: Brizo.
Kitchen Cabinetry
Kitchen cabinetry is Maple with inset doors.
Pantry Cabinet
Pantry Cabinetry: Rift-Cut White Oak Frost with full overlay door.
Lighting: Hudson Valley Lighting.
Refrigerator: Ge.
Counterstools
Counterstools: Lee Industries (to the trade).
Beautiful & Affordable Counterstools: here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here & here.
Similar Artwork: Here & Here.
Hardwood Flooring
Wood Flooring Throughout: 1/2” thick by 5” wide Moonlight White Oak from Freedom Collection by From the Forest.
Dining Area
This might be a cozy eating area, but it has a lot of style!
Banquette: Bernhardt.
Dining Table: Four Hands.
Dining Chairs: Four Hands.
Lighting: Hudson Valley Lighting Linear Pendant & here.
Table Lamps: Regina Andrew.
Trim Paint Color
Ceiling and Trim Paint Color: PPG1025-1 Commercial White.
Upper Landing
The landing area is perfect to curl-up with a good book or watch tv at the end of the day. Paint color is Pittsburgh Paints PPG14-03 Seagull.
Leather Tables: Four Hands.
Rug: Loloi – similar here.
Built-ins
The space also features custom built-ins with shiplap.
Table Lamps: Arteriors.
Chair: Four Hands.
Sectional
Sectional is by Four Hands.
Guest Bedroom
What a gorgeous guest bedroom. Who wouldn’t love to be a guest in this home, right?
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Lighting: Hudson Valley.
Nightstand: Bernhardt.
Table Lamps: Arteriors.
Rug: Loloi.
Bed: Bernhardt.
Bedding
Similar Bedding: Sheet Set, Quilt, Coverlet, Faux Fur Throw.
Paint Color
Paint color is Pittsburgh Paints Rough Ride.
Jack & Jill Bathroom
The Jack and Jill bathroom features the same type of cabinetry found in the pantry; maple with inset drawers, Rift-Cut White Oak Frost.
Countertop is Aurea Stone, Epitome.
Faucet: Delta.
Mirrors: Pottery Barn.
Hardware: Here.
Tiling
Shower Wall Tile: Profiles 3×6 Ice White by American Olean.
Guest Bedroom
Paint color is Pittsburgh Paints Downpour.
Mirrors: Uttermost.
Lighting: Hudson Valley.
Bed
Bed: Bernhardt.
Bench: Bernhardt.
Similar Bedding: Coverlet, Duvet Cover & Faux Fur Throw.
Dresser
Dresser is Bernhardt.
Master Bedroom
The master bedroom is dreamy! I love the furnishings and this soothing color scheme.
Bed: Bernhardt – Set: here.
Nightstands: Bernhardt.
Chaise: Bernhardt – similar here & here.
Paint Color
Paint color is Seagull by Pittsburgh Paints.
Lighting: Crystorama.
Rug: Jaipur.
Decor
Table Lamp: Arteriors.
Mirror: Here.
Cabinet: Bernhardt.
Master Bathroom Cabinet Paint Color
The master bathroom features custom cabinetry painted in Armory by Pittsburgh Paints.
Countertop & Faucets
Countertop is Aurea Stone, Epitome.
Faucet: Delta.
Tiling
Master Shower Walls & Floor Tile: Mayfair 12×24 Strada Ash Polished by Anatolia master – similar here.
Shower Faucet: Delta.
Mirrors
Mirrors are Uttermost.
Sconces: Savoy House.
3rd Floor
The third floor features a very stylish and comfortable lounge area/ games room.
Sofas: Four Hands & here.
Sofa Table: Four Hands.
Similar Stools: here, here, here & here.
Lighting: Troy Lighting – Large.
Wet Bar
Bar Cabinetry Paint Color: Gunmetal Gray PPG1033-6 by PPG.
Bar Countertops: Shadow Storm quartzite.
Hardware: Rejuvenation.
Faucet: Brizo.
Table Lamp: Arteriors.
Paint Color
Walls are painted in Pittsburgh Paints PPG1033-6 Gunmetal Gray.
Hide Rug: Here.
Chairs: Four Hands.
Sideboard: Dovetail Furniture.
Coffee Table: Four Hands.
Terrace
The lounge area opens to a spacious terrace. Black windows/doors and trim are Pittsburgh Paints PPG Pitt-tech satin black.
Dream Away
This is a dreamy home with a good cause.
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I hope you guys enjoyed the tour!
  Many Thanks to the builder & interior designer for sharing all details!
Builder: Ramage Company (Instagram – Facebook)
Interior Design: Leslie Cotter Interiors (Instagram – Facebook)
Norton Children’s Hospital.
Architecture: C3 Studio, LLC.
Furnishings: Market on National.
Photographer: Aerial State.
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thedemonkingamaimon · 8 years ago
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Blitz - Ao No Exorcist fic
Not doing too well in himself, Amaimon grabs a full wallet, throws on a statement jacket, and heads into town. Halfway through the night, struggling to get drunk on the aid of shots alone, a casual “I-need-this” drinking turns into an unhealthy bender. 
Comments/reviews always welcome
Warnings/themes: Binge drinking
Note: headcanon/personal verse based (as always). Let me know if you have any questions
The music grew louder by the hour. It was subtle, the routine change from catering to after-work drinkers to setting up for the night groups. What time was it now? 8? 9? 
Amaimon had no idea. He’d purposely left him phone on his brothers desk after their argument so that he couldn’t be interrupted. He also didn’t own a watch, and he couldn’t see a clock in this pub, so it was all guesswork. Not that he really cared. He was somewhat content enough to sit staring into his empty glasses. 
He watched one of the lads at the next table. They’d arrived shortly after he had, and one in particular was a noticeable lightweight. He’d had far less than Amaimon had, but was so visibly out of it, that it was annoying. Amaimon felt himself getting steadily more angry as he watched him. 
He sighed heavily, standing up and double checking he had what little he’d brought with him before leaving. He didn’t much fancy the atmosphere in there anyway. 
-
He’d long since learned the best places to get cheap drinks. That’s what he wanted: to get as drunk as possible for as little as possible, even though he didn’t really need to worry about money. He rather felt he’d move around a bit tonight. He had the means to do so, giving the dramatic raise in his allowance from Mephisto since his behaviour had improved.
It wasn’t long before he came to one of his favourite cheap joints. It was a quaint little pub with rough clientele and smashed bathroom windows. Maybe that was why he liked it so much: no one worried about appearances here. Plus, the atmosphere was friendly and relaxed, which he felt he needed. 
He’d been out a good few hours already, mainly mulling over shots and ciders, and he wasn’t quite tipsy yet. He was annoyed at himself: he knew only spirits tended to tip him over, yet he’d indulged in a few bottles of cider and an artillery of jager bombs anyway. 
Amaimon was feeling quite annoyed again and decided to step it up a bit and get a double vodka and coke to start with. As usual, he chose a table near to the bar. This was mainly for convenience, but also because it gave him a good view of the lads playing snooker over the way - they were often an amusing bunch. 
-
Just as he was about to get up for another drink, one of the snooker lads landed at his side, bleary-eyed and swaying slightly. 
“You’re not here all alone, are you?” his speech was noticeably slurred, and Amaimon regretted to admit he was a little jealous. “C’mon, come and join us lot: ain’t no point being lonely over here” 
Quickly deciding there was no harm in it, he accepted the invitation. 
The atmosphere at the other side of the pub was drastically different. The lights were brighter, the people were more animated. For the first few minutes, what with the introductions and what-not, it was a little uncomfortable for Amaimon, but he soon grew to like that side of the pub. Besides, he quite liked the look of this bloke, the one who had invited him over. He was conventionally attractive, and he was very warm, and quite hands-on. 
-
The rest of the bunch had turned out to be nicer than the first bloke. They seemed to have maintained their spacial awareness throughout their drunkenness. Their wallets were very loose, which gave for a good handful of free drinks over the first 45 minutes. It was very welcomed, and Amaimon could feel that drunk feeling he’d yearned for starting to warm his body. It was nice, and he felt comfortable for the most part. 
The man from the start was very drunk, and started to grow quite thoughtful. All of a sudden, Amaimon wasn’t sure what he thought of him. He felt he’d gotten a bit too familiar with him, considering he’d decided it would be a good idea to showcase the results of his recent motorbike accident to the group. 
Now, he seemed to be getting closer. He’d spent a lot of his time beside Amaimon, often with an arm round his shoulders. They’d had a laugh, in that little group, but now it was starting to feel a bit weird. Amaimon had grown used to restraining his instincts, so even though it felt like an option, he managed not to deck the bloke one when he was suddenly so close to him that he basically sat on his lap. Instead he bore with it, subtly finishing his drink and weighing up his options.
By some merciful coincidence, the bloke soon got up to pop to the loo. Once he was out of sight, Amaimon quickly downed what little remained of his drink and stood up. 
“Awight fella’s, ta for the drinks and all that, but I’ve somewhere to be!” 
He shot them all a friendly grin and their farewell involved a few quick hugs with the less full-on members of the group.
-
Stumbling a little from the intake of spirits, Amaimon exited the pub. He walked at first, but as soon as he was past the windows, he broke into a run, caped coat billowing out behind him.
He didn’t stop until he was a couple of streets away, ducking into an alley and falling against the wall to catch his breath. Bloody hell, he wasn’t sure if he was being stupid for letting something so trivial bother him that much, but he couldn’t shake the feeling he’d had a narrow escape. Actually, he felt rather shaken by it, even a little sick. Maybe it was just the alcohol. 
-
Everything went blank for a little while, and next thing he knew, he was at the local gay bar. He barely remembered the walk over. He’d only been once or twice before, but he knew some of the prices were ideal, as they often had deals on. 
It was a weekday, so it wasn’t particularly busy. It looked like an open mic night or something, but the stage couldn’t be seen very clearly because of the smoke machine. Plus, the bar seemed a little more interesting. 
The drinks menu seemed to blur a little before his eyes, and he suddenly had no idea what to have. Suddenly cheap shots seemed quite attractive.. but still, those cocktails...
He became vaguely aware of a hand on the small of his back, but it didn’t bother him so he paid no mind. The shot list seemed to deserve his attention more. He’d had too many jagerbombs already, but how often did you see a glitter bomb and a skittles bomb? Better to mix it up a bit, surely? But then, pricey drinks with multiple types of booze...
“Struggling there, little mate?”
The sudden voice made him jump quite violently, to the point he thought his heart rate may have doubled in that short moment. 
“Woah, you alright? Sorry, didn’t mean to make you jump” 
Amaimon shook his head. “I’m fine, just- woah”
He turned mid-sentence to look at this stranger, and was quite impressed with what he saw. He was a bit taller than Amaimon was, with very soft, welcoming features and a happy, youthful look about him. His voice matched his appearance very well - and it was very appealing. 
The Stranger merely smiled at him. “Fancy doing some shots?” 
-
This new Stranger was a very different kind of man than the one in the run-down pub. His personality was as soft as first impressions made you think, and he was one of those people that quickly put you at ease and made you feel like you’d them for years. 
There was a table free by the window, and together they chose quite the selection (which Amaimon insisted on paying for, if only to empty his wallet a bit). They did, of course, go for all the bombs, and every flavour of Sourz available to them. They had quite the set up on their little table. 
“Ok, so here’s an idea: we’ll savour the bombs, right?” the Stranger said, setting the glasses into two lines. “But when we do the little ones, lets make it a bit of a competition. Last to finish all their little ones buys the other a cocktail” 
Amaimon liked the idea of that. “Suits me”
This wasn’t the first binge he’d had recently, so he reckoned his chances pretty well. He rather felt he’d become immune to Sourz. 
Neither of them, however, were particularly impressed with the glitter bomb - it resulted in some rather amusing facial expressions. The skittles bomb was a bit underwhelming, but infinitely better than whatever that glitter bomb was. 
“Well, I’m glad I tried it once. I’ll know not to order it again... Oh, I’m Alaois, by the way. You?” 
“Amaimon” 
Alaois raised an eyebrow, but not judgmentally. “That’s an interesting one”
Amaimon shrugged. “Guess my father liked things being a bit different” 
“Got a nickname at all?”
Amaimon thought for a moment. “Yes, but they’re all a bit non-transferable”
-
As expected, Amaimon won the Sourz round. Alaois didn’t seem to mind. He happily sauntered up to the bar to pay his penalty. He rather liked this funny little creature he’d thrown himself on. Always good to meet new people.
“’ere, you’ll like this” Alaois said upon his return, setting a rather big martini glass down on the table and flopping back onto the sofa. “Basically just tastes like coffee” 
“Certainly an interesting looking one..” Amaimon noted, looking at the frothy concoction he’d been presented with. It did, however, look quite appealing - and upon taking the first sip, he found it tasted pretty good too. “You’re right about that. Can’t taste the alcohol in it” 
“Best way to drink, I think. Can’t be doing with things that taste like hand rub”
Amaimon nodded slightly, but he was concentrating a bit on his cocktail. He felt quite tired and wobbly, and he knew that if he stood up he’d end up having a bit of a fall. 
“Wait, how old are you, anyway? If you don’t mind me asking?” 
Amaimon looked up from his glass, and gave his visual age; “Nineteen”
“Thought you were about that. I’m 26, in case you want to know” 
Amaimon looked at him, and although the dim lighting made it harder to see, he rather thought this new person had been younger. 
“Wouldn’t have guessed” he shrugged, downing the rest of his drink. 
-
Amaimon had quickly decided he was happy where he was. The alcohol helped. That was what he liked about drinking: he was always at his happiest when drunk. 
He was settled down with another cocktail (he didn’t really know what was in it, but it tasted distinctly of amaretto), as was his new acquaintance - who suddenly seemed to have a thought. 
“Hold on, are your parents alright with you being out on your own this late?” 
“I live with my brother” 
“Alright, so does your brother mind? How old is he?” 
Amaimon grumbled a little. “Like, 36? We had a bit of a fight so I don’t suppose he’ll really be missing me” 
Alaois didn’t seem convinced. “Still, I think he’d probably want to know you’re ok. Maybe you should ring him” 
“Don’t have my phone with me - and I don’t know his number” he added when Alaois went to offer him his phone. “It’ll be fine, don’t worry” 
“Well, if you’re sure” he said uncertainly, putting his phone back into his pocket. “Just thought I’d check. You’re only a little thing”
“I’m more than capable of fending for myself”
-
It had gone midnight, and Amaimon had rather forgotten exactly what he’d had to drink that night, and how much. He was starting to feel a bit giddy. He’d long since reached his slowly falling over stage, and Alaois had happily become his cushion. He’d had quite a bit himself, but he’d noticed how much Amaimon’s voice had changed as a result of his drinking. He seemed like a strong little fella though, so he didn’t worry. 
-
Amaimon stood up, and Alaois automatically stood too and caught him by the arm. They both suddenly felt very, very drunk. Funny how motion did that to you. 
“Alright?” 
Amaimon nodded. “Yeah, I think I’m gonna head off now, if that’s alright” 
“Course it is! Thanks for tonight - I had a good time” Alaois smiled at him. “How are you getting home?”
Amaimon smiled a little too. “I’m meeting someone soon”
That seemed to satisfy him. “Alright, good. Well, take care... Um, sorry if this is a bit forward, but is it alright if I kiss you?” 
Amaimon decided not to mention the fact he wasn’t officially on-the-market anymore. Why ruin the end of a good meeting, after all.
-
Bloody. Hell. 
Those were the two words circling round his mind as he stepped out into the cold and ventured to find his next stop. He had, of course, lied about meeting someone. It was around 1am, so it was chilly outside. Plus, he was feeling very unsteady on his feet. He actually felt a little scared at just how drunk he was. He couldn’t quite stand straight and he was tired and the world was tilting about him and the cold made him feel like he was in shock and he felt rather like he might need help.
Still, he’d long perfected hiding his drunkenness, and he headed back into the main centre of town. Most of the pubs were shut by now, which left his options somewhat limited. He didn’t fancy nightclubs - they weren’t really his scene - so that left the modern bars. He knew one that did half price pitchers after 11pm that stayed open til 4am even on weekdays. That seemed like the best bet. 
Everything seemed a little blurry and unreal. He had a feeling not unlike the one he got when his father caught him red handed - hot and shaky with that weird, empty feeling in his stomach. But, it was also quite different, and he did rather feel like he needed to sit down. He knew he was a lot more drunk than he’d planned on getting, but still... He had quite a bit left in his wallet. 
-
Nearing the bar, he felt a little relieved to see the lights and hear the noise of people there -  although he could feel something of an anxiety headache coming on, which was a little unsettling. 
He had to stop for a moment, using a lamppost to support himself as he tried to steady himself. He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath of night air and willing the headache to vanish. His eyes snapped open as he heard a crash, presumably from a nearby building. Even more alarming though, was a sudden swishing sound - and he was grabbed roughly round the chest from behind. His screams were quickly muffled with a gloved hand over his mouth.
-
Struggling proved futile, although he continued until he was roughly released. He recognised his location quickly - the sofa flooring, the whir of the engine, and the slam on the limo door. He tried to compose himself, and, still on his hands and knees, looked up. Doing so made him feel sick with nerves. 
How the elder had managed to compose himself to look so relaxed so quickly was a mystery. He seemed so much bigger when viewed from the floor. 
“Look at the state of you. How much have you had?” 
Amaimon didn’t answer. Samael unfolded his arms and grabbed his younger brother by the elbow, yanking him close to him. 
“I said, how much have you had?” 
Rough handling and eye contact helped neither ones cause. Amaimon had reached a level of drunk that had almost surpassed him being happy and had moved on to uncertainty, confusion, and a touch of fear. He couldn’t bring himself to answer his brother - and truth be told he didn’t have a definitive answer for him anyway. He was made to jump when a sharp slap was delivered to his face. 
“Answer me, Amaimon” 
Amaimon couldn’t hold eye contact, or even properly look at him. He set his gaze on the back window of the limo. It took him a few moments more to pluck up the courage (or just ability) to speak. 
“I don’t know” 
His arm was released, now sporting quite a violent looking set of finger marks. He looked at that briefly, his drunk self seeming unable to comprehend it. He had his little drunk smile back on his face, feeling more comfortable now he was warm again. He could feel eyes on him, but decided he didn’t care. He took a moment to compose himself, and climbed onto the seat next to his brother, leaning against him. 
“Being affectionate won’t get your a free pass: you’re still in for *quite* the reprimanding, dearest little brother” 
Amaimon almost grinned, giggling a little in his confused drunk state. He cuddled further against his brother, deciding it was worth it. 
“I know”
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keywestlou · 4 years ago
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FROM ANCIENT AMORGOS TO THE GRANDEUR OF ATHENS
DAYS 31 and 32
..Greece the First Time
Posted on June 28, 2012 by Key West Lou
I am back! Missed a day. Yesterday. Big traveling day. 
I am sad to say I left Amorgos. It is like Key West in my feelings. Twenty five years ago on my first visit I knew some day I wanted to live in Key West. Amorgos leaves me with the same feeling. No way, however. Key West is home and I am happy there. 
I am in Athens. A big vibrant teeming city. After spending more than three weeks on three different Greek isles, I needed a return to the normal world. 
I am doing my two days in Athens big time. Staying at the world famous Grande Bretagne. It is civilization. Opulent. Service till you fall over it. Tons of fresh clean towels. A woman to give me a manicure. A real shower. Not one of those small confines with a hand held shower head. Big bed with a great mattress. Clean sheets every day. 
The modern conveniences! 
My last day on Amorgos was spent doing exactly what I liked. I sat in my bathing suit with my feet propped on another chair on my terrace. A baseball cap on my head backwards. And read. Except for an hour in the afternoon when I went in to take a nap. 
Dinner was with Demetrius. He made a fuss. I told him
..I shall return! 
Yesterday was a new experience. My 9 hour boat trip to Athens. I was not excited. The starting time was too early. The length off the trip too long. I expected an old beat up trawler with a handful of people. 
What a surprise! The boat was fantastic! 
Big. Three stories. Long. A ferry boat in effect. The first floor for cars. Don’t know why. There are not that many cars in the Greek isles to fill the mammoth space. Two floors for passengers. Roughly 400. The second floor all economy class. The third, half economy and first class. The other half business class. 
I was in business class. Explanation time. Classes when traveling are not the same as in the U.S. Whereas first class is tops, in Greece business class is. The Greek first class is comparable to our business class. 
You would not believe the business class salon. Easy chairs and sofas. That’s all to sit on. Pure comfort. Always a table nearby for a drink or whatever. Service. Waiters. A small bar with little goodies to eat. Only half full. 
The trip was a treat! Rather than the dreaded experience I thought was before me
The long boat trip gave me a chance to see many of the Greek isles. We were in and out of about 10 of them picking up passengers. 
Politics could not be avoided. I was speaking with some Italian and Greek passengers. Fortunately, all spoke English. 
Italian former Prime Minister Berlusconi is on his way back. He beat a sex charge involving a seventeen year old and won some sort of local election soon thereafter. Berlusconi is running again for the Prime Minister’s job. The election is next year. 
Of the roughly 17 European nations making up the euro bunch, Italy is in the third worst shape. Only Spain and Greece are behind. Greece is last. Berlusconi has started blaming the Greeks for everything. He is siding with the Germans. The Greeks screwed up is his position. 
I shuddered. History repeats itself. The scenario reminded me of the late 1930s when Mussolini joined with Hitler. 
I further thought how dumb! Didn’t this guy realize that Italy will be one of the next. Sucking up will not avoid the grasp of the bill collecting Germans. 
An example of how heated the conversation got was the boat we were on and ATM machines. The boat was built/bought 10 years ago with euro dollars. The Italian said that euro nation dollars had built the boat. Not Greece’s money. Further, he said that money the Greeks were taking out of ATM machines was made up of Italian and euro nation dollars. In effect, the Greeks were free loading
..all the way around. 
I fear worse is yet to come. 
Last night was a replay. Went to Plaka. To the same outdoor cafe I drank at several times three weeks ago. The manager saw me and shouted out
..Louis! He embraced me.
I had dinner on the poor side of Acropolis. At the restaurant where the Greeks dance. Under brightly lite Acropolis. Only one problem. Business was poor last night. Only three tables in use. No music. The food compensated. I had huge grilled lamb chops. The kind with fat. The taste spectacular! 
Before leaving for dinner, I went to the bar and put down two gins. A magnificent big city type bar. Just like New York City. Then it was downstairs for a manicure. 
Chrysa did me. A lovely young lady. Did a good job. We chatted. She was born and raised in Greece. Has a friend in New Jersey. She visits the friend on occasion. She thinks she may be visiting the last week of November and the first week of December. They are planning on driving to Florida. I asked
..South Beach and Key West? I do not think she understood these places. Her answer was Orlando. I told her we all love Mickey Mouse and she should go. But afterwards keep going south till you hit South Beach and then Key West. 
I know Chrysa will be reading this blog today. Come to Key West! When you arrive, go to the Chart Room at the Pier House Hotel. I am there most evenings at cocktail hour. If not, tell the bartender who you are and how I may contact you. Do not miss South Beach and Key West! 
I had a quick breakfast of nothing this morning. A double espresso. It was like drinking acid! 
Enjoy your day! 
—
A couple of items that come to mind which are not in the blog.
The magnificence of the Grand Bretagne I have already shared. Greece’s economic condition, also. The economy affected my stay at the Gran Bretagne.
The hotel was empty. I did not know it at the time.
I had no reservation. Walked up to the counter and explained I had just spent a month on Amorgos and wanted to spend a few days in their hotel. I explained I needed a return to civilization!
What a deal it turned out to be!
I had a huge magnificent room, bathroom and terrace. All for $172 a night.
I was placed on the valet floor. Did not understand what it meant till I reached my room. The floor had a valet. Tails and all. He was to provide all services.
Nice guy. He explained I was the only customer on the valet floor. Ergo, I was all his during my stay. He unpacked my bags. Packed them when I was to leave. He said anything and everything you want, call me. I did. I was cared for like a King.
Lamb is a big dish in Greece. What is on the menu, what you order, is not lamb. Generally, goat. The islands definitely goat. Big time hotels and restaurants in Athens I assume lamb. Smaller places goat.
Don’t say ugh at the mention of goat. Tastes like lamb. You cannot tell the difference.
Goat is especially served on the islands because it is plentiful. You frequently see herds of wild goats running across a mountain side.
I am excited! Extremely so! I am finally to get the vaccine shot. Tomorrow at the Frederick Douglas Gym in Key West.
The news a relief. My 85 year old age is constantly in the forefront of my mind. I should have been one of the first in line. At the moment, they are down to age 55 receiving the shot. What happened to me? I’ll never know and don’t care. That I am to finally receive the shot tomorrow is what is important.
Coronavirus is what? A year old. New things happening daily. Problems. Solutions.
One of the recent occurrences involves a baby born in Washington, D.C. in September. The baby was born with the virus. More dramatic and worse, the baby had 51,000 of some bad thing in his body. The 51,000 number far higher than those in other young patients.
No one knows why.
The baby was “very sick.” Responded well to treatments, however and is virus free today. Doctors believe the infection was from a  coronavirus variant.
The baby was “lucky.” The young barely show symptoms.
We are all familiar with the saying when it rains, it pours. Somewhat like Murphy’s law: Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong.
I refer to Boeing. “Poor Boeing.” However the poor is not really applicable. Boeing has a glitch or two in its manufacturing process. People die when something goes wrong with a plane.
I mention Boeing this morning because a Boeing 777 made an emergency landing yesterday in Moscow after receiving an engine sensor warning.
A safe emergency landing was made. No injuries. No visible damage to the plane.
This is Boeing’s third engine problem this week. Another  777 engine problem and a 737 one.
Something’s wrong in the plant. Boeing better figure it out. And soon! Otherwise no one will fly their planes.
There will be no blog tomorrow. My time will be absorbed with the shot.
Enjoy your day!
FROM ANCIENT AMORGOS TO THE GRANDEUR OF ATHENS was originally published on Key West Lou
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prinzenhasserin · 8 years ago
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Fandom5k - Dear Author!
This letter is just in case you might want to poke at some more of my prompts/likes. 
I’m not married to any of them, feel free to subvert them to your heart’s desire. I’m not so much a fan of darkfic, except for when there’s a hopeful resolution to all the dark stuff, but feel free to write me any rating, I love all these ships and combinations!
Feel also free to include other characters or OCs as side-characters, if they are necessary because of plot reasons.
Things I Love:
fake/pretend relationships 
arranged marriages turning into supportive partners 
loyalty
odd couples 
found family, dysfunctional families that nevertheless love each other
cultural differences, age differences, height differences 
heists, rescue missions 
dragons, fairy tales, magical realism, urban fantasy
competent characters 
people not realising they’re the most competent at their job/hobby
people failing their way to success
happy endings, earning your happy ending, open yet hopeful endings
cynical humour 
mutual pining 
suits, corsetry, fancy dresses 
Identity shenanigans (secret identities, mistaken identities) 
Blatant Lies 
Enemies becoming friends and/or lovers 
outsider POV 
epistolary 
people not usually found in law enforcement solving crimes 
non-verbal expressions of affection 
Kinks:
sex in weird places (hard no on libraries, though)
Sexual Tension (bonus, if in inappropriate places or situations)
I like my anal sex with lots of lube and preparation, and also not before any strenuous activities. Lot of foreplay basically :D
women knowing exactly what they want from sex
multiple orgasms
I like switching (especially for practical reason), and changing power balances
weapons kink
semi-public sex with nobody actually watching
sex toys
hate sex
dirty talk (also: teasing)
Things I Do Not Want (DNW):
relentless angst
a/b/o
Infidelity
pregnancy
rape (totally fine with dubcon, though)
Wynonna Earp (TV) —Xavier Dolls (Wynonna Earp)
If you want to include other canon characters — that would be awesome, too. Lowkey I ship Dolls with both Wynonna and Doc Holiday, separately and together, but I’d be thrilled with friendships or ambiguous relationships also.
How did he join up with Black Badge? Is there a recruitment program you have to go through -- how did that look like? Was it more like boot camp? (Was it like the Police Academy Movies, and poor Dolls the only sane man?) Was torture a thing -- how did they deal with it?
Did he join Black Badge before or after he became someone different? Does he have family/friends, which he left for some reason? How did they influence him? Do they come and visit him in the Ghost River Triangle? Are they also special, or are they completely baffled by what he does?
What exactly is he? Was he always such a deeply repressed person? Does he ever let go?
What happened to him after the Season 1 finale? Did he get rescued (by Wynonna, Doc Holiday, someone else)? Does he rescue himself? Does he even need to be rescued, or is he being recalled to fight the tentacle monsters invading L.A., or the lizard people beneath New York? I mean, the kidnapping at the end seems pretty involuntary, but his supernatural thing could just be very territorial.
Would also absolutely enjoy if it turns out Xavier Dolls is the reason the Earp’s family curse exists — and now he’s trying to break it but can’t. This could be because maybe he’s immortal, maybe he’s a relative of the original curse-making witch, maybe he tried to conquer the world once and now Black Badge has him under a geas to fix anything they want him to, maybe his family died because of a similar thing.
That said, I would also read a version of his life that is fluffy bunnies and sunshine, and everything goes right for him :D
DNW: major character death, graphic depictions of torture
Original Work — Group: Pirate/Pirate; Group: Crossdressing Regency Lady/Regency Lady; Group: Male Noir Detective/Male Mobster
Crossdressing Regency Lady/Regency Lady
Why is there crossdressing? Is it something mundane, like it being easier to ride in mens clothing (people sell you rooms/horses/land with less of a fuss), or is there some dramatic reason, like inheriting an estate or an earldom? Maybe it’s easier to pretend to be a man than an unmarried woman? Studying at university! Working in the lawyer’s office of their father because he’s sick, and the bills need to be paid, and there is no work for a female lawyer

Some other plot ideas:
They meet at a ball, and flirt. Then they meet again at the next ball (or the theatre, or gambling halls) and their relationship continues. The crossdressing Lady is very worried about being actually a woman, and pretending to be a man, but the other Lady found out the very first night and is totally cool with it.
Would also enjoy a mystery about the young man that pops up in the neighbourhood, conveniently while the very pretty cousin of a cousin is visiting. Highway robbers! Pirates! Pretending to be her own brother because he’s off to Gretna Green (or wherever) to get married! There are no tropes that could make this bad for me :D
One Lady writes novels under a pseudonym, the other starts a letter exchange. They decide to meet — and that man looks suspiciously like one of the other lady’s childhood friends who definitely did not have brothers.
I would enjoy this in a world without homophobia, just as I would enjoy this if they had to pretend to be a heterosexual couple forever (though I would enjoy it more if they had the support of at least one of their friends/family, or a community behind them)
DNW: gender dysphoria for the character crossdressing
Pirate/Pirate
I would love pirates absolutely anywhere, Scottish smugglers, piracy on rivers,  Mediterranean pirates of pre-Roman Empire, Egyptian pirates, Chinese pirates, privateers, pirates of the Caribbean, pirates in SPACE.
f/f pairings would be great, just as m/m pairings, or f/m, whatever floats your boat (heh)
Some plot ideas:
(All prompts are gender neutral, which is intentional. All prompts are also terribly fluffy which is by no means an indication of preference — I just can’t seem to write deep and dramatic things.):
Two different pirate ships try to stop a ship of loot/weapons/high profile people from arriving at its location. Two of the opposite crew fall in love along the way.
The First Mate oils their muscles, and it’s the best thing that ever happened to this bosun (or the worst, depending). There are various bets about the futility of this most obvious crush.
This one country keeps trying to invade these particular islands, and so the entire nation has taken to piracy whenever that happens. When that country catches on, they send undercover people, who turn out to like piracy after all.
The smuggling cave is only accessible during low tide, and it’s only known to the pirates, yet their stash of high-grade alcohol/sauerkraut/sails/unobtainium  keeps vanishing, and so they set out a trap, and it turns out to be another pirate who needs it to help heal some other dudes.
The captain is so throughly annoyed by two of his crew members, he makes them sleep in the same cabin (or the hammocks nearest to each other) for the entire voyage, and they keep falling into the wrong bed because of reasons. (Optionally, hate-sex — or they are united by their hatred for this clearly unreasonable captain and overthrow him.)
Please no modern pirates, or rape
Male Noir Detective/Male Mobster
How does this relationship start? Are they childhood friends? Does someone get murdered, and they team up to solve it? Is the mobster in the way of an investigation and obstructing it, while trying to solve it himself?
I'm not sure from the tagset if the former is a police officer or a private eye, either would be fantastic. I don’t have a preference for the place or time setting!
Do they hate each other? Is it a slightly antagonistic relationship?
Do they like each other? Reasons for why criminals and law enforcement people could like each other: one is running the only speakeasies in town, the other really likes to get drunk; crapshot government, and the mobster provides a much needed service (maybe schools, needle exchanges, safe abortions, soup kitchens)
Or is it just because they are the only smart person in their respective business?
Would love some exploration of moral justifications of differing view-points.
Also here for pure smut: hate sex, switching power dynamics, ill-advised drunken one-night stands, sex for blackmail reasons
Crossover Fandom — Group: Cher Horowitz (Clueless)/Elle Woods (Legally Blonde)
Do they meet in law school? Or before, or after? I want them to be competent, and brilliant, and dazzle each other with their excellent taste in clothes. I want them to be besieged by terrible human beings, and persevere. I want them to cuddle on a sofa, and inspire so many girls to do great things. I want them to grow as human beings, and be kind and positive, and succeed. (And I want one of them to be President.)
Also excellent would be: Elle does criminal law, Cher is in charity work, and they need to solve this embezzlement case.
But I'm also here for the porn, because that would also be amazing. Or like, buying a house together. Getting married. Deciding to adopt a puppy together.
Rivers of London - Ben Aaronovitch — Group: Thomas Nightingale/Alexander Seawoll, Group: Thomas Nightingale/Varvara Sidorovna Tamonina
I love the ambiguous relationships Thomas Nightingale has with people. For all his stand-offish personality, he seems to have a great empathy, next to his principles that have clearly change with the times.
Thomas Nightingale/Seawoll
Is the negotiating about cases a sex thing? If so, is it hate sex, or the "I really like the way you look but the bullshit that comes out of your mouth"-sex? Is there going to be a romantic relationship? Is Seawoll secretly into the whole magic thing, and super delighted by the simplest things?
Would also love canon style cases — maybe they at first think magic plays a part, but then it turns out the solution to the case lies with mundane police work?
Also a thing I would read: An accident turns Seawoll into a genius loci, a being of magic which he’s entirely sceptic about. He goes to Nightingale for help.
Or: Seawoll needs to explain to some government official why they have a department of two people, and Nightingale swoops in to save him — now Seawoll makes it his personal mission to have Nightingale explain each and every of their necessary budget points to the appropriate people.
Thomas Nightingale/Varvara Sidorovna Tamonina
Maybe Nightingale is attracted to ethically challenged witches? Do they get into intense discussions about magic? How does it feel to have an unexpected contemporary, but a foreign-educated one?
Does she help solve a case, and Nightingale shows his appreciation? Does she meticulously torture him with her feminine wiles, while she's technically their prisoner and Thomas won't touch her — except he does so she'll share her information?
Psych — Group: Burton Guster/Shawn Spencer
These are the fluffiest prompts ever, and I’m sorry.
Gus has Shawn on his insurance plan, he's doing Shawn's income taxes, and they own a house together. I want people assuming they are married. I want them to get offers to hold "representation speeches" or "sensitivity training" for the police officer they are working with, people wanting to know if it was difficult finding work after coming out, and Shawn hilariously missing the point, and Gus being quietly embarrassed.
Or a "waking up married" scenario where it's easier to just stay together, because that way Gus has to only do one set of paperwork.
Or anyone quietly investigating if the two of them are together and coming to the wrong (right?) conclusions. (Shawn's dad? A potential date?)
Or a murder happens at Gus place of business, and Shawn comes in to investigate, and apparently all of Gus' colleagues think he's the husband? And of course Shawn plays it up.
Also great: Gus and Shawn have a huge fight, and they don’t speak to each other for a month, and the people around them are tip-toeing around if they have broken up — while the fight was about leaving the socks lying around, and they aren’t even together, wtf — but then they have make-up sex, and everyone is relieved.
Smut is also very welcome! As are other canon characters, and OCs.
DNW: darkfic
(Please feel free to anon me if there’s anything confusing and/or wrong. Sometimes I confuse myself!)
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