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dramioneasks · 1 year ago

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HP FESTS: Tales as Old as Time Fest

Tales as Old as Time Fest 2023:

Kyrie Eleison by Halliwell19 - E, WIP - A Dramione Hunchback AUWritten for the Tale As Old As Time Fest.

Queen of Mean by greyditto - E, WIP - When feelings and betrayal turn Draco Malfoy and his campaign manager in the Minister for Magic election into adversaries, Hermione Granger lashes out and cuts all ties. She decides revenge is a dish best served cold—and tastes sweetest served on the lips of the forbidden.

Something Crazy by LadyMorphia - M, one-shot - Draco Malfoy stood there staring in her direction across the expanse of the ballroom. His eyes reminded her of ice crystals; they were at once reflective and cold with contrasting prisms of dark and light. They were infuriatingly harsh and beautiful. She hadn’t ever noticed before.Her heart leaped when she realised he was approaching her.“Malfoy,” she began, unable to control the question from escaping her lips. “Can I just, say something crazy?”Hermione cursed herself internally. Her cheeks flushed red; she hadn’t expected the words to come tumbling out of her mouth, but then again, she hadn’t expected to feel the little bubbles rising up in her chest like this either.“I love crazy,” he said, giving her a casual smirk.A Dramione one-shot about a spontaneous proposal based on the lyrics to "Love Is an Open Door" from Frozen. Written for the Tales as Old as Time Fest.

when she loved me by riddikulus_puff - M, one-shot - Hermione Granger-Malfoy tragically passed away on the 2nd May 2013 at the hands of the copycat Death Eaters, when they performed a heightened terrorist attack on the 15th-anniversary celebration being held at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to mourn the losses that occurred throughout and during the Second Wizarding War which ended on the 2nd May 1998 and also celebrate how much had changed since then, but seemingly some people didn't appreciate the changes that had been happening since the end of the War. She was one of the few confirmed deaths but it had been reported that many had left the celebration injured and carried straight away to St Mungo's Hospital. The loss of the Golden Girl wrecked its way through the Wizarding World. Left behind was Hermione's grieving husband, Draco Granger-Malfoy, who had been working as the Potions Professor at Hogwarts until the death and their two twin children, Scorpius and Lyra Granger-Malfoy, who were six years old at the time of their mother's death. A one-shot for the 2023 HP Tales as Old as Time Fic Fest Inspired by the song 'When She Loved Me' from the 1999 film, Toy Story 2

Out of All Control by SyrenGrey - E, WIP - “A hundred thousand Galleons,” Draco declared, cutting off every other auction bidder foolish enough to think they’d get in his way.As the words left his mouth, a sudden sense of regret seized him. Centuries of Pureblood wisdom felt forgotten, like a forsaken grave he’d stomped on in his pursuit for hedonistic depravity. The rapid flutter of his heart, the need that pumped in his veins, the sheer starvation lurching in his stomach–all this, for a mudblood.Whatever that feeling was, whatever guilt festered inside him, it was miniscule compared to the all-encompassing resoluteness that filled him when he was announced the winner. Of course he was. In no world was he going to risk losing her to the feculent hands of his fellow Death Eaters.If he let himself ignore the shame, he could come to terms with the truth that slowly settled in his bones: Draco Malfoy was destined to have her.She was his.Hermione Granger was his.

Things My Heart Used to Know by iftreescouldspeak - M, one-shot - War does not determine who is right–only who is left.During the cold, hopeless nights of the war, Hermione liked to imagine what her life would be like after their side came out victorious. History is written by the victors, after all. She spun a happy tale for herself with a boy she loved.Though now that she’s here, her story would read more like a tragedy.The celebrations were grand, the parties and ceremonies dotted with tired smiles and laughter from her friends turned comrades turned acquaintances. Happiness took place all around her, all the while the spirit she once held so steadfastly melted, slowly dripping into the ground beneath her feet until she was hollow. Hermione tried to be polite in her grief, she didn’t want to ruin it for everyone.

Beautiful Night by EvergreenTuesdays - E, WIP - Hermione’s jaw dropped at the sight of the creature standing before her eyes. He was magnificent, all corded muscle and masculine beauty, even with his signature shock of white-blond hair plastered to his head in the downpour. His enormous wings were unfurled, the beautiful black, iridescent plumage signifying that this was no ordinary Veela. His chest heaved, eyes darting around, taking in the Aurors and calculating his next move. She gasped when his predatorial silver eyes landed on her.

Don't Say It Out Loud by Astrangefan - G, one-shot - Prompt: "I Won't Say I'm In Love" from Disney's Hercules For the Tale as Old as Time FestHermione and Draco are Head Boy and Girl. Sparks fly. Friends intervene. Noses get episkey'd. Friends intervene again. Sugar quills. Hermione is in denial. House elves seal the deal.

Journey To The Past by Halliwell19, heyvirgo4 - E, WIP - For as long as Draco could remember, he was an orphan with no knowledge of who he was and where he came from. Never mind the fact that he had dreams of painted ceilings, crystal chandeliers, and of a voice that would sing to him, Once Upon a December.In an attempt to get out of military service to his country upon his 18th birthday, Draco takes up with notorious British con artist, Hermione Granger and her companion/brother Harry Potter. Together, they have hatched a scheme to go to Paris and trick the Grand Duchess Narcissa Black Malfoy into turning over the reward for her long lost son, Prince Draconian Lucius Malfoy. Their journey is fraught with all sorts of challenges, the biggest being that Draco may or may not be falling in love with Hermione.

Do You Want to Build a Snowman by princessmalfoy - not rated, one-shot - She meets her best friend in the snowy meadow. They grow up together, they fall in love, they share many a sweet moment under the tree in the field. All too soon, their paths are yanked apart by an unforgiving war.

This fest is ongoing.

#tale as old as time fest #fests/exchanges/challenges #dramione

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roseapov · 1 year ago

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Happy 2nd Genshin Anniversary for me!

07.01.2022-07.01.2024

It's been a really long time, right? 2 whole years of daily playing, but I'll admit, I did experienced a little burnout lately, but I'm starting to slowly play again, and maybe later on, once a week? That whould be satisfactionary, to not miss any short-timed events.

Every pic above has some significant meaning to me, such as Xiao, my main dps, the only character i got 2 of in a one 10 pull, got his weapon at 7 pity, the person I started playing for, and whose banner enticed me to game in 2.4 in his shared one with Shenhe. Even tho I haven't gotten him on that banner I still managed to, in 2.7 on his banner with Yelan. Always in my team ever since, same with Venti!

Chongyun, being my first 4* character I've ever gotten, maybe even my first 4* ever? He carried me so much during all of my time as an low-ar player. He's even 90 lvl now with maxed friendship.

Also Venti, my beloved. The first 5* character I've ever got, being with me all this time, even till now! That's a true destiny, if I might say so? He's great and will have forver hold a special place in my heart, my favourite of all!

As for the twins, I think that's self explanatory, isn't it? The start of the story, where I picked Aether to be the protagonist of my story, a long, long time ago...

The 5 Archons together are representing all of the Archons and regions I explored during all of this time. All of it had it's precious charm, with their Archons at the front, it's been an amazing journey.

The Sumeru pic has a special place in my heart, where I were the to it, making it my first Nation to wittness releasing. It was such an amazing time, when wherever you looked there were edits of the trailer with Shakira songs. It was so great! And that upbeat, tropical music fitted perfectly with a lively Nation such as Sumeru. And when people couldn't believe that Kusanali was made white-skinned and a child instead of an tanned woman! These were the times..

And the Fontaine one pic, well it is to also represent the Fontaine Archon Quests that I wittnessed releasing and being in the game up till now. The joy this quest brought me was unexplainable, and Neuvillette! Yes, he indeed is an astonishing man, forever in my heart, with an amazing story of Furina these quests were the best ones so far! And Lyney too! Such a charming magician. With wonderful released characters too, same as Sumeru in fact!

It has been a lovely journey that I hope to continue for as long as possible! This game will forever hold a place in my heart!

A commemorative photo! I hate Spiral Abyss..

#roseapov #rosea talks #roseatalks #genshin impact #gi #genshin #venti #chongyun #xiao #sumeru #fontaine

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dojae-huh · 2 months ago

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All the wars between these solo stan 😂 I know they can't survive even for a day as fans of 2nd generation. I watch a lot of super junior content these day, hilarious to watch they grow for 20nd anniversary next year. There's funny fact bout them, so the sub unit called LSS held a concert and cause the target song for concert is 20 and they only have 6 song they sang some song from group (Do, Jae, etc doing it as well) but they performed a song from other sub unit D&E called oppa oppa while the real singer was seat on vip section and shocked they LSS performed their song even without permission from them 😂 and they just make it fun till end even D&E run into the stage and 'make trouble' there. See them make me wondering how 127 will go for 20nd anniversary??? With the lowering amount of fans, maybe some member discontinue their contract, publict concern doesn't bother them again, they look most happy than ever. Last, i know taeyong will give his all stock of love and his 4 tumb see Do concert and he's rapping

Wow now I see some K-TYf being shady lol. Maybe every fandom has overpride problem, they really think their idol has more "identity". And to think about that, last night DY did not even use the DY Track name anymore but they still be triggered. That must be a sign he was successful with the branding haha😂 but for real, this is so stupid.

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No need to wait 12 years, Wish already performed other unit's songs and Taeyong's solo. And I think WayV also did songs of other units on fancons in the past. And yes, I won't be surprised if in the future neos will perform songs of each other, even if only in karaoke or on tv-programmes and partially.

TY Track is the name of Tae's concert. I suppose that's why it's such a trigger. Tae only had time for 2 shows and is in the military now, while Do is doing a concert tour, and NCT socmed constantly updates with pictures and vlogs with him. Akgaes equal their own importance with that of their chosen proxy champion. They need their bias to be the best and most successful to feel good (read "superior") themselves.

Pity them, heh. They choose to wale in misery instead of celebrating other artists and having more concerts, content and music to enjoy.

#ask me away #food all around chips all around

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daggerzine · 9 months ago

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(photo: Carla Mundy)

Victoria Liedtke and Jason Ringenberg- More Than Words Can Tell (Judee Bop Records)

No one can overlook the great Dolly Parton/Porter Wagoner duo from years ago. Victoria Liedtke thought it was time to give them their due, but with a spin of her own. She contacted Jason Ringenberg to see if he was interested, and he jumped at the chance. The album is produced by Victoria, co-produced by Elliot Vaughan, and mixed by both. She and Jason recorded the album at Vale Studios in Worcester, UK, in the summer of 2022 with an amazing UK-based band featuring: CJ Hillman on electric and slide guitar, John Parker on double bass, Lewis ‘Burner’ Pugh on acoustic guitar, and Tim Prottey-Jones on drums. Many other guests are on the album, also. The opening track is also the 1st single, “Life Rides The Train.” This Porter-penned track gets a lengthened (twice as long as the original with rockin’ guitar solos) revamp with alternating vocals from Jason and Victoria. Watch the video here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dUj-j-_0XJM Next is the title track, “More Than Words Can Tell,” another Porter-penned song that speeds up a bit from the original with its harmonies and chorus. “We've seen happiness that could match heaven's beauty. And felt sadness like the flaming pits of hell. But each thing we share just makes our love grow stronger. And I love you more than words could ever tell.” Up next, “Sounds Of Nature,” is the first co-written (Parton/Wagoner) song on the album. It’s a bit slower than the original, but that’s what Victoria and Jason do, they make these songs their own. Gorgeous strings, acoustic guitars, and angelic choral vocals fill this gem. Track 4, “Carolina Moonshiner,” is a Dolly-penned toe-tapper. Jason begins, Victoria enters, and then they finally blend their voices together like the original. Again, extra amazing guitar work adds to their version. Here’s the video:

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Next, “The Fire That Keeps You Warm,” is another song written by Dolly. Steel guitars and piano emphasize this slowed-down version of this one. There is great interplay with the vocals again. “Let me walk in the sunshine of your smile. Let me hide in the shadows of your eyes. Let me lie in the safety of your arms. And let me be the fire that keeps you warm. I'll keep you warm.” Track 6 is the 2nd single off of the album. It’s also written by Dolly Parton. “Come To Me” adds musicians Sean O'Hagan and Bryan Scary, so you know there’s major orchestration here. It’s a softer, slower track that really takes the listener to another almost fairytale-like world. However; the video does not. See why here:

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Next up is “The Pain of Loving You.” This Wagoner/Parton track begins like Steely Dan’s “Do It Again” complete with whammy bar-laden guitar, but then Victoria’s singing brings it back to the country vibe. Great harmonies and incredible guitar work again on this one. Track 7, “The Last Thing On My Mind,” is the only non-Parton/Wagoner-penned track. Greenwich Village folkie Tom Paxton wrote it, but Dolly and Porter did make it a top ten hit. Beautiful strings highlight this one along with guitar picking and soaring harmonies. This version is a bit slower than the original. The next three tracks are all written by Dolly. “Beneath The Sweet Magnolia Tree” is another toe-tapper, but also slower than the original. Nice interplay between the vocals, organ, slide guitar, and fingerpickin’ banjo(?) make this another highlight of the album. Track 10 is “You.” It’s a beautiful piano-driven ballad with stunning slide guitar. More great harmonies in a song that must have been played at weddings or at least anniversary parties with its romantic lyrics. “The garden of Eden couldn't have been any sweeter than this paradise I share with you. Our love outshines the eastern star the brightest in the heavens. Surely heaven must have sent me you. You my love, it's you that makes me always feel like singing... You, you make me complete, and I love you.” The album closes with “Tomorrow Is Forever.” It’s a waltzing melody that truly blends Victoria’s and Jason’s voices. “No more crying, tears leave tracks, and mem'ries find their way back. Tomorrow's waiting, let's journey there together. Yesterday is gone, gone, but tomorrow is forever.” It’s filled with twanging guitar, plunking piano, and then soaring angelic choral backup singers. Many songs on this album are written solely by Dolly Parton. Since the project was put together by Victoria Liedtke, maybe that’s why she picked the Dolly songs she loved. One thing is certain, Victoria does an excellent job of making all of these songs her own. And what a terrific addition to invite Jason Ringenberg as “Porter.” I wonder if the two will perform any of these songs live. Here’s hoping they do. ERIC EGGLESON

(photo: Carla Mundy)

www.victoriaandjason.net

#Youtube #Bandcamp

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titoist · 2 years ago

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recently, i've been considering the possibility of replaying disco elysium. or, more accurately, feeling drawn towards the feeling that i 'ought' to do so. though, i find the feeling to be unrelated to any actual enjoyment of the game itself. not that it isn't one of my favorites - really, saying it is would feel redundant - but that, in my mind, when i imagine the process of playing it, the value comes from its method as a means of honoring a period of time. it is the anniversary of a time where i felt happy, last april-may, when i also replayed disco elysium - & this is notable to the extent of marking it as one would a holiday, by going out to a cemetery, or performing a ritual purely for the sake of continuation.

when i imagine the hypothetical personal value that replaying it would have for me, i don't imagine the actual game - i imagine may 1st, 2022, when i layed down on a field of grass & stared up at the sky, in the woods by a small settlement on the outskirts of the city, invited there by a family friend, while an ant crawled up my left arm. it was sunny, as memory-days tend to be. the family friend would die the following year of a stroke. i didn't know that then, of course.

or april 30th, when i stumbled upon a song recorded by a brass band from the 1920s, & listened to for days after, & i recall thinking with a sort of amusement that a vocal interlude in the middle had a similar rhyme & rhythm to what you would expect from a rap song. afterwards, someone who i enjoyed entertained me by allowing me to detail my opinions on the generals of the american civil war to them. (i remember remarking that joseph e. johnston was maybe the only strategically-minded general the south had, who didn't just send his men to random meatgrinders across the mountains for the sake of big flashy showings, & she just chuckled.)

or may 2nd, when a post served as the catalyst for me receiving a lot of anonymous validation in very quick succession, both romantic & otherwise, which left me emotionally overwhelmed for days afterwards. i guess it was the first time i had ever been firmly acknowledged in my life, & the effects were irrevocable.

&c.

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descendantofthesparrow · 2 years ago

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Days long gone - Walter Deville x reader - Oneshot

A hum breezed across the emerald green plains, a set of boots making their way through the long grass towards the hum; a small bouquet of wildflowers in their left hand with a basket in the other. A lower tone joined the first voice, a smile on both their faces.

The 2nd voice came upon the crest of the ever-green hill, his eyes lighting up as he spotted his beloved, sitting under the large oak tree that twisted and turned with magnificent branches that easily shaded them. The first voice looked up, grinning to see their love illuminated by the afternoon sun.

“Hello~!” the first laughed, setting down the book in their hands and standing to greet their love; holding their arms out as the 2nd voice came jogging up to them, burying his face in their neck with a long sigh “how was your day?”

“long” the 2nd voice-Harrison, his name was-sighed, pressing his cheek to his beloved's head “your father kept me on the run-around, barely had time to get you these” Harrison handed the small bouquet to his beloved, (y/n); who took them with a beaming smile and a kiss to Harrison’s jaw.

“Thank you, they’re beautiful.” (y/n) whispered, leaning into Harrison's hold, closing their eyes as they both rocked to the song of the wind that coursed through the plains and trees surrounding them. “Happy anniversary my darling” Harrison muttered into (y/n)’s ear, chuckling as they pecked his lips with a smile that could rival the stars.

(y/n) repeated his words, bringing him down to sit under the tree with them, smoothing out the blanket as they both rested against the trunk. “And what have you brought for us?” (y/n) asked as Harrison set the basket between their legs. Harrison just grinned, letting (y/n) dig into the basket and retrieve what he had packed

It wasn’t much, he was only a clerk working for his beloved's father, but the man had given him a raise this past pay; so he had been able to get just a bit more than the year before. “oh darling” (y/n) cooed, kissing Harrison’s jaw “this all looks wonderful, thank you.” With that, (y/n) took something from their side of the tree, setting it delicately in Harrison’s lap.

“And what is…this?” Harrison’s eyes went wonderfully wide at the book in his lap. It was his mother's book, one he had thought was lost to time when his family's library burned down nearly seven years ago. “You-you found it?” he whispered, running his hands upon the metalwork cover, his thumb grazing across his mother's indented pen name.

(y/n) just hummed, resting their head on Harrison’s shoulder as he delicately opened the book he thought was long gone. And there it was, his mother's Sigel, a dragon curling around a set of blades; the symbol of the Deville’s. “(y/n), my love” Harrison felt his voice crack but he didn’t care, feeling tears drip down his cheeks “i-I”

(y/n) let him get his emotions out, curling their arms around his shoulders and holding him tight “I know, I know; you’re welcome my dear. It’s back where it belongs, now” (y/n) moved to sit between his legs, his arms wrapping around them and the book as they rested against his chest “I’ve been damn curious about this story so~ “

Harrison shook his head, sniffing and wiping away his tears “of-of course, you’ll love it, promise.” Harrison got comfortable and settled against the tree, (y/n)’s head tucked neatly in the curve of his shoulder as he began to read the story his mother had told him a hundred times before she finally wrote it down and published it for the world to see.

Harrison couldn’t help but glance at (y/n) once in a while, seeing just how entranced they were by the tale, just as he’d always been. ‘mom, dad…I’m okay now’ Harrison mentally whispered to the skies, resting his head on (y/n)’s, holding them close as the breeze flowed around the forest and friends.

Walter sighed, cleaning up some of the spilled ink from the corner of his business document as he slumped at his desk. His eyes drifted towards his wide array of books, lingering on the one closest to him, which gleamed in the moonlight. He blinked once, and checked the day; his lips pressing together harshly as he noticed exactly what day it was.

“Happy anniversary darling” He whispered to the void of his manor, standing from his desk and walking over to the bookshelf, taking the centuries-old book from the shelf and settling in front of the lit fire; sighing as he began to read.

Usually, on this day, he would go to your grave and spend the entire day with you; bringing his mother’s book and a bouquet of wildflowers to gift you, but thanks to the…activities of the upcoming weekend, he hadn’t had the time. All eyes were on him and would be on his new Alexander bride, so he couldn’t afford to visit you under that oak tree that had grown even larger than it had way back when.

So now, he would simply read his mother's book, wishing for the stars to send (y/n) his love, and take a small break from his work; it would be what (y/n) would want anyway, after all-what good was he dead from work stress?

But for now, he would sit in his cold manor; reading the story his mother wrote and his beloved adored.

-end-

i dunno, i felt like fluff with a gut punch of angst at the end lolololol-just-dont think about once human Walter who had a person he was so fucking in love with and then he had to watch them grow old and die while he stayed young and now will never see because he’ll never die

@thetrueghostqueen @littlewierdalien

#Walter Deville x reader #the invitation #Walter Deville #fluff with angst #sweet then OOF to the gut #Walter's name is Harrison and i will STAND BY THAT #inspired by that one gajevy comic from years ago by rboz

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visforvengeance · 3 years ago

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And, I love her

Pairing: fezco x reader

Notes: hello! so i've had this idea since i wrote the shit i wrote for rafe and I didn't write it until now. I wrote this at 1 am bc I love him so much and I wanted to write something. i only have one spoiler so if you haven't seen s2 then ig don't read it? idk

Warnings: like cursing? maybe grammar mistakes. das it

Fezco couldn’t wait to get home and have his girl in his arms. He and Ash had a run to do, he made her stay home, because it was bad enough that his little brother was involved. She couldn’t be involved in this shit too. Luckily, everything went as planned and he was able to get home faster.

When he arrived at the door, he could hear the music blasting from inside. Maybe, she decided to clean a little while they were gone. He wasn’t complaining. As long as his baby was happy.

Paul Anya’s “You Are My Destiny” was playing in the living room. She had found out about this song when she’d heard her mom play it. She shared it with Fezco and they both decided that it was going to be their song. The one they’d play and dance to at their wedding. The one that would play softly in the background as they slow-danced in the emptiness of their home.

Ash had fucked off to his room, not wanting to see those assholes sucking faces in the middle of the kitchen. When Fez saw her in one of his shirts, sweeping the kitchen, his heart almost burst with love. He loved when she did things like clean or cook. It was how domestic she was that made him fall in love with her just a little bit more every time.

When she realized he was there, she stopped what she was doing and walked over to him, kissing his lips. He’d been gone for hours and she missed him too much. This song had been on repeat for the last two hours as she cleaned the house and took care of his grandma, which she didn’t mind. She loved helping him out, whatever it was that needed to be done.

“Hello,” he mumbled against her lips.

Before he realized that she saw him, her lips were on his and his arms were around her. She smelled like cocoa butter with a hint of vanilla, his favorite. She felt so soft and warm in his arms, he could stay like this forever if she asked.

“Hi, baby. Everything go well?”

Her brown eyes stared into his blue ones. He couldn’t count how many times he’d gotten lost in the girl’s eyes, he didn’t care to. He pecked her cheek and smiled. He’d tell her anything she wanted to know about his business, he trusted her with his life and her with him.

“Everything went good, mama. How was your day?”

He was gone before she woke up this morning, but she felt him place a kiss on her head, bidding her goodbye. His mind was full of her all day. What she wore, how she’d wear her hair today, what she planned on doing. Just her. He’d been feening for her all day.

“It was okay, I missed you,” she pouted.

She really did miss him. She laid in bed for an hour thinking about him. What cologne he wore today, if he wore the ring she’d brought him for their 2nd anniversary, if he ate breakfast or not. He had a habit of not eating before he left, which bothered her beyond words.

“I missed you too, babe. More than you know.”

She hugged him tighter, and he let her. They stayed like that for a few minutes, until they slowly began swaying to the song. Fez picked up on what she was getting at. He looked at her as a cheesy smile crept on her face. They swayed a little harder, dancing to the song. This was her favorite thing to do with him. She began whispering the words to him as they danced in circles.

“Cause I’d be a fool to ever leave you, dear. And a fool, I’d never be.”

That was her favorite part. She thought the world of Fezco. He could do no wrong in her eyes. Despite him beating the shit out of Nate Jacobs, he deserved it from what she understood. Her knight in shining armor, her fierce protector. He was a light in the shape of an angel and she didn’t believe in god, but she thanked him for placing him in her life.

He’d do anything she asked him to, no matter the reason. Ash would tease him about how absolutely fucking whipped he was for her, but he payed him no mind. Ash won’t admit it, but he liked her too. She was an important person in his life. And, he’d do anything to protect her, like she would do anything to protect him.

They continued dancing around, singing the song to one another. Fezco had never known what love was until he met her. He’d find himself saying ‘I love you’ to her at least five times a day. And, she’d gladly say it back every time. He thought about the past two years with her as he looked into her eyes. She’d proven to him that her love was unconditional time and time again.

When he looked at her, she always felt the love in his stare. In the way he said her name, in the way he held her close to him. In the nights she couldn’t sleep and he’d stay awake with her, no matter how tired he was. He was the very embodiment of love to her.

Fezco had noticed himself visibly happier since being with her. He adored the way she never failed to brighten his day. If he was feeling some insecurities, she focused on proving his every thought wrong. He never had to worry that she didn’t love him as much as he loved her.

When the time was right, he’d marry her. And, she’d have his children. And, they’ll grow old and die together. But, until then, they’ll dance to this song and bask in the warmth of their love for each other.

#fezco #euphoria imagine #euphoria #nate jacobs #cassie howard #lexi howard #maddy perez #fezco x y/n #fezco x reader #fezco imagine #fezco euphoria #fezco fluff

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suuho · 2 years ago

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yeah one thing i am really happy about is how things seem to have shifted for junmyeon since his discharge. he released his 2nd mini, giving speeches/performing/traveling abroad, getting brand deals, etc. his schedule has been jam packed and it looks like he finally gets to be… himself? he even has his own band now. i did want to know your thoughts on seeing him live and being so close to him, though lol but you’ve been so ecstatic about seeing pentagon live and didn’t want to take that away from you (also saw that kino released his solo and that man is fine as hell jfc).

i am very happy about that as well! i feel like with his discharge and exo's 10th anniversary, he has garnered a lot of respect from the general public, a respect that was sorta long overdue but has always been locked in by exo's fluctuating past and their image as a boygroup. now, he has established himself to the general public as a serious artist and singer and songwriter. his appeal has widened with age.

part of this development i feel is also that while exo is going through enlistment and has taken a backseat groupwise, they are pushing the members in different areas as solo artist. i really hope he gets another musical gig ... that would be my dream for him rn.

now!!!! junmyeon live!!!!!!!!!!! oh god. okay, so i'll be real, it took like ... a while to sink in that i saw him live? and that i was so close to him and that he touched me? and with pentagon, i was honestly more starstruck (which i expect to happen whenever i see all of exo one day) and it hit me way earlier that i saw them live and experienced that. with junmyeon, it never felt like meeting or seeing a celebrity, instead it felt like meeting an old friend. like, he isn't The Suho to me, he's just ... junmyeon? that's just junmyeon. it's hard to explain, i guess, but it felt very much like meeting someone you've known your whole life long. (read more cause this got long)

he sounds like a dream live, it really is hard to put into words, and he was the only artist to do his full set completely live, band and all. when i walked up to the venue, he was just doing his soundcheck and you could hear him so clearly, and i just burst into tears. like, that was the moment it really hit me. and you could hear him so loudly and everyone was just waiting to be let in and it was absolutely perfect. you could see him through a gap in the fences and i stood there and watched him sound check for a minute, being absolutely content with my life, knowing that i would see him so soon.

so, the mik venue had a runway and i stood at the end of that runway. the gg stans in front of me were very kind to let me go to the front for junmyeon because they weren't there to see him, so that's how i even got so close to him. when he came on stage ... i don't know. it felt like a reunion? it felt like coming home. he is so funny and dorky and cute, but he is also incredibly handsome. i don't think i've ever seen anyone look this good in real life. he's pretty short, actually, which shouldn't come as a surprise to anyone. all i wanted from him was to play o2 live and i was unsure if he would up until he started his set and somehow, deep down in my bones, i just knew that he'd play it that night, and he did! and that was the second moment i started to cry (which i expected because the song means so much to me and it's my most favorite song he's ever released). he did all his ments in full english and at the end he mentioned that he misses the members and wishes they were here with him too. and we did the exo chant and i was just crying because i was so sooo happy. ))): <3

now, when he came down ...... oh god. he came down on the other side of the stage so the moment my brain realized what was happening i just kinda felt my soul leave my body, lmao, like. my brain just completely froze as i watched him walk over to my section and he came closer, and then he touched my hand!!! and his smile is SO bright and perfect and he is so beautiful and he was so fucking happy, and i think i was just sobbing lmao. the people around me asked me if i was fine and i was NOT, i had to get out of the crowd after his set and just get some food and water and sit DOWN, because i could not believe that happened. any of that actually.

so, in conclusion it was unreal and i love him to death and him and jinho were the best singers at the festival, like i could've listened to them all day long. junmyeon is so pretty and cute and he introduced himself as sm's sexy guy suho ... god i hate him so much. i love him so much. it was perfect, 12/10, i even forgive him his beatles moment because he sounded like an angel when he sang let it be.

#ask #anon #shdhdhhdshh tbh i can't believe i saw him #but then again i also DO???? and like i keep staring at that picture of him right before he touched my hand #and it's insane

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rocketmuse · 3 years ago

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I thought I'd share my playlist for the anniversary of the boathouse kiss. :)

Song translations, MANY thoughts, and timeline under the break.

Noise warning for song 19, Hinahanap-Hanap Kita. 4:23 to the end. Loud high pitched beeps.

YouTube music version to be made soon.

Translations for foreign songs:

Ewan [Dunno] — Apo Hiking Society — Filipino/Tagalog

Amour plastique [Plastic love] — Videoclub — French

Panalangin [Prayer] — Apo Hiking Society/Moonstar88 — Filipino/Tagalog

Hinahanap-Hanap Kita [I'm Looking For You] — Rivermaya — Filipino/Tagalog

This is a collaborative playlist made with my friend.

Thought Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy would be a good starter song. Something about the music. Represents a good start of Alec persuing Maurice, like, hey, I can be yours... Whatcha doin'?

I added Puppy Princess because of the chorus but I know some people don't like that song so... You can skip if you'd like. KISS MEEEEE KIISS ME WITH YIIR EYESSS CLOSED . ALL I WANT IS YOU YEAH YOU. TELL ME I'M NOT FUNNY TELL ME I'M LEGIIIIT

Ewan. OH MY GOD this song is so them. Alec cares for Maurice, and doesn't like not being taken seriously or being treated badly and brushed off.

"I don't know why you're like that, you're difficult to talk to and you're a snob" COME ON IS THAT NOT THEM — Just a smile from you, and I'll be in heaven. Please give me a response, anything but "No idea"... What a perfect representation of Alec's continuous persuit of Maurice, always talking, always trying...

I could go on with every lyric.

Edit: I just realised this song fits so well for Alec's letters and meeting at the museum. Must resist the urge to add the same exact track twice.

So about Touch Me... Some of the lyrics apply better in other versions. Spotify just has this version tho. Touch me, just like that.

All I've Ever Known. Maurice discovered so much that night about touch and sharing and being with someone. He wants to be with Alec. "All I've ever known is how to hold my own, but now I want to hold you too. [Hold you close, I don't wanna ever have to let you go. Hold you tight, I don't wanna to back to the lonely life.]" Alec opened up his eyes and he'll never be the same.

Can't Help Falling in Love With You. 'Did you ever dream you'd a friend, Alec? ... Someone to last your whole life...' 'Alec, you're a dear fellow and we've been very happy.'

I'd Like To Walk Around In Your Mind was added from Maurice's perspective. Perhaps it fits Alec too...

I think Love At First Sight has the double meaning of the literal title, as well as "wouldn't you like to kiss her" perhaps being... Something Maurice would hear.

I Don't Dance. Based on this post/edit. Please watch this video oh my God.

Pink in the Night. Alec yearns for Maurice in the boathouse. He hasn't come. He hears his heart breaking tonight.

Every lyric is perhaps pulled straight from Alec's brain, to be honest. I remember seeing a post with this song in other contexts with them too. So yes, a few meanings.

Amour plastique. Alec reminiscences on the night in the Russet room. Why hasn't he come?

In my mind, everything goes wild. I lose myself in your eyes. I drown myself in the vagueness of your loving gaze.

And at night I cry tears that stream down my cheeks. I think of you only when the days ends, only when my sad demons descend upon my mind, into the bottomless abyss.

Waiting in the boathouse at night, when the day ends.

I ring out in kisses all down your chest. Lost in the avalanche of my heart astray. Who are you? Where are you?

The moments of then repeat in his mind. Where is Maurice?

I suppose Hopelessly Devoted To You and I'm A Fool To Want You are self explanatory. Maurice should really come... Alec really toughed it out, 2 days he spent in the boathouse, really wanted to see Maurice, really knew they had something, and doesn't want to be treated like a dog. Generally, his 1st letter.

Moon Song. My friend said they added it as a general love song. — Why do you treat me like this? Why didn't you come to the boathouse? — Alec's 2nd letter as a whole. Plus bits of 1st.

And you pushed me in, and now my feet can't touch the bottom of you. ... So I will wait for the next time you want me, like a dog with a bird at your door.

Ewan would fit here tbh.

Panalangin. My only prayer in this lifetime: to be beside you, to be together with you, that's my prayer.

"I since cricket match do long to ... place both arms round you and share with you, the above now seems sweeter than words can say."

And this heart won't allow if you will be away from me, my love, please listen.

It also fits the end of museum.

I Want You. Maurice, can you come to the boathouse already? Alec has no power to teleport you there. I hold one card that I can't use.

I found you. I found the door, but when I stepped through, there was no floor. He found Maurice, bit he's not being here for Alec.

You're coming back And it's the end of the world We're starting over And I love you, darling And I am done, dear

Alec wishes this would happen. Also, he does come back later and they love again over, and "it is finished".

Credit for suggesting the next two songs goes to @beatle-capaldi!!! He also wrote was in quotations!

English Summer Rain

The Most Radical Thing To Do

Hinahanap-Hanap Kita. 1st letter, he's looking for Maurice. Thinking about them together.

In my thoughts and dreams, in every turn of destiny, I look for you. Also applies to that hotel/post-hotel feeling. I look for you, even if I try to forget you, saying goodbye, looking back...

Wildest Dreams. They think a lot of each other. They share once more. But they must say goodbye. Alec saw this coming. Maurice hopes that Alec will remember him like this.

I Hear a Symphony. Alec truly opened up Maurice's eyes. Maurice was meant to be with him. He helped Maurice, changed his life. But now Alec is leaving on ship... Or is he? The symphony leads into...

An orchestral sountrack. The Boathouse. Unfortunately the Maurice soundtrack is not on spotify. It's on my personal YouTube music version. I added it because it just captures the boathouse the only way the sountrack itself can.

The Word of Your Body (Reprise). MLM people have moment of romantic tension, which culminates in confessions of love. Just had to add it. "Haven't you heard the word of your body?" perfectly describes Alec gifting and showing Maurice the wonder of truest physical affection and love. He lets Maurice be okay with himself, and again, changes everything. Every lyric is perfect.

Also, sorry JBW, I like other versions more... Too bad Spotify is mean.

I See The Light. Yeah. Every lyric. Maurice is Rapunzel. Movie Blond too. Both the morning at Russet room and the museum. And the world has somehow shifted. All at once everything is different, now that I see you. "By now they were in love with each other consciously."...

Suddenly Seymour. Suddenly see more, yeah? Clive = ass and someone gives him affection for once, wow! Sidenote, I want to sing this with them and their accents... Suddenly SCUDDER...

Helpless. Musical theatre songs seem to be good retellings of their love story. It's why they belong in post boathouse. Summaries and retellings. They're also good at conveying love they'd feel for each other in general, all times ever. Like loving men, retelling a story.

I'll Cover You. Cute love song feat. gays. I like to imagine them dancing around, declaring their love and devotion for each other. Walking and dancing around like in the original scene, sometime post canon. In my own imagination, I thought of Alec as Angel and Maurice (Christopher) as Collins.

Video Games. They must love spending time together. I thought this to be Maurice POV. Only worth living if somebody is loving you I mean, come on.

It's you, it's you, it's all for you. Everything I do. I tell you all the time, heaven is a place on Earth with you.

Un sospiro. I headcanon that Maurice picks up the piano and plays for Alec. Perhaps he picked it up bc of/after Clive, but now can play it for someone who gives a shit.

Something about the melody reminds me of them. And then it gets more intense... A bit like the passions of love, showing up in sharing and touch and more, too.

Liebestraum. I mean, it means love dream/dream of love. I just had to. Also I just like Liszt.

Take Me Up With You, Dearie. This song is just so sweet... So soft... Edwardian to boot... I love how quintessentially 1909 it is. Discovered it in a YT video. The thought of them getting married makes me cry. This song in general makes me want to cry, it's so romantic, tender, and exudes my favourite era...

Let us float, float, float through the clouds, and just have a lot of fun. We'll go up, up, up as two and then come down as one.

Put Your Head on My Shoulder. We Belong Together. I always imagine Maurice and Alec slowdancing to songs that come on the radio together, when the 1950s hits... Alec probably rests his head on his shoulder as this plays and they dance...

I'm using a lot of ellipses, am I secretly Rupert Graves?

Welcome to the 70s and 80s. They love dancing together and being with each other. Now, Panalangin can be a happy song. My only prayer for this lifetime ... To be together with you. And this heart won't allow if you will be away from me.

Just the Two of Us. What a nice, vibey song. Great title, great scenario of them dancing to this...

Tiny Dancer. Your Song. MLM people in the 70s + Radio, being happy and in love with each other. — I just thought I should add some Elton. A different friend, and I, like him. Maurice sings to Alec, "And you can tell everybody this is your song." That I put down in words how wonderful life is with you in the world.

Electric Love. Fun fact: this song got me to share the playlist. Got me thinking about them and their anniversary again. The funky busy instrumental describes well their passionate love. The highs of electric LOOOOOOVE describe the intensity of them.

Alt text continued: themselves together under and the love. And the love. The song has its own tension and it perfectly pictures their own tension. So yeah, this is THEIR song quite literally.

Sorry if my music taste is perhaps basic. I just made it for when I hear songs that are Them.

Falling for Ya. Alec falls for Maurice. "I saw you when you first drove up, Mr Hall..." Something about Maurice, right? Plus really nice vintage vibes with the music. The bit about Into your arms and it's a secure sure sounds like Maurice. Awh, they're falling for *each other*...

Rainbow Connections. Gay and bi people. Marriage. Everything that Maurice and Alec went through to get here, where they were meant to be. Clive. Working for Clive. Leading up to now.

All the things that had to go right, all the things that had to go wrong, that lead us to the place where we were going all along.

On the YT version there's a soft/jazzy cover of Panalangin here. Because they're old and spending time together and being happy. What a throwback, a defined meaning in their lives over time.

Still Into You. After all these decades... Old and grown, together... True soulmates... Two men can defy the world... Maurice and Alec still roam the greenwood. Imagine Maurice meeting Alec's mom in this context. If only.

Postmodern Jukebox cover, because they are a quintessentially 20th century couple. They exude vintage.

Some piano playing for Alec. Soft, tender, romantic, emotional, true. Feels like nighttime. Feels like Maurice and Alec. And a throwback to the pre 1914 world as well. Claire de Lune feels like... A credits of life piece. Time spent in the early 1980s. Nocturne feels like that too, but more romantic. Smidge less nighttime. Ah yes, Gymnopédies. The truest credits feel of them all. None of these actually are credits for Maurice and Alec, but I struggle to find the word for this feeling. But yeah. These all have Them vibes to me. Piano of the time just does I suppose. Glad to be reminded of them at any time.

What a long playlist. Like going through almost their whole lives together. 1:52 hrs. Almost like a movie. Imagine that. A full movie of THEIR lives... But leaving to the imagination was a good thing. Led to this such action. Thank you E.M. Forster.

Timeline:

1. Pendersleigh

4. & 5. Russet Room. Night, then Morning

9. Cricket

10. Boathouse Nights

18. The Museum

20. The Hotel

21. After

23. The Boathouse

24. They Still Roam the Greenwood

I just like to imagine them dancing to songs on the radio, for decades to come...

#maurice 1987 #maurice 1914 #maurice #maurice hall #alec scudder #Spotify

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jabbagabba · 4 years ago

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La La Land

Read Prologue, One

Warning ⚠️

Triggering subjects: disassociation, manipulation, mind control, gaslighting (READ AT OWN RISK)

Wandavision: Spoilers (up to episode 7, just to be safe) cheesy sitcom talk, the fifties, the ‘dinner table’ scene, The nickname ‘kiddo’

Oh, Kiddo

“Uh oh.” You didn’t need to check the recipe book to know that cookies weren’t suppose to make smoke invade the inside of the oven.

“Still better then the last batch.” Wanda said, a small cough falling from her mouth as you tipped the burnt treats into a small bin under the counter.

The sight of the now empty tray made you sigh sadly, the burnt pieces of dough was going to take decades to scrub off!

“I’m sorry about the tray.” You let it drop into the sink. “I promise, as soon as mom comes back, I’ll get you a new one.”

Wanda scoffed playfully, a point of her finger making the tray levitate in front of her. “Don’t be silly, kiddo!” You watched in awe as it turned back to its shiny silver. “I have an amazing cleaner.” You both giggle.

“Well I should at least do the dishes myself.” The sight of Wanda trying to argue made you hold your hand up in silent protest “No, no. You aren’t the only one who has hands.”

“You wash, I dry?” The perfect compromise.

The kitchen fell into peaceful silence except for the bubbly soap that filled the sink. It was the perfect start of a new day (maybe not for the oven) and you couldn’t help smile at the warmth that swelled through you.

“Busy hands make the heart grow fonder” Your mother’s words echoed inside of you as you finished the final dish.

The thought didn’t stay for long before the sound of a plate breaking made you jump, turning quickly as it hit the floor.

“My wife and her flying sources.” Vision quipped as the last of the shattered plate fell off his shoulder, dressed in a respectable suit and dress shoes.

“My husband and his indestructible head.” Wanda replied with a teasing smile. The perfect couple was a sight to behold as you grabbed the glass from the air above her and placed it back in the cuboard.

“Aren’t we a fine pair?” Vision gave his a wife a small kiss on the head and turned to you with a small smile. “Good morning, Kiddo.” You greeted him, drying your hands on the skirt of your dress. “I’m starting to think you came with the house.” Wanda chuckled.

“Mom will be back soon, I promise, the house will be teenage free before you know it.”

“Oh, don’t be silly!” He lets the newspaper in his hand slide across the countertop. “I’m only teasing.”

“What do you say to silver dollar pancakes, crispy hash browns, bacon, eggs, freshly squeezed orange juice, and black coffee?” Wanda’s words made your mouth water, it felt as though you hadn’t eaten in days and a full breakfast was just what you needed.

“I say. ‘Oh, I don’t eat food.’” He smiled.

“Well, that explains the empty refrigerator.” Her words confused you. There wasn’t even the carton of milk you were sure was there earl-

“Wanda?” Vision’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts, she simply hummed in question.

“Is there something special about today?”

“Well, I know the apron is a bit much, dear, but I am doing my best to blend in.” You watch as she crosses the kitchen.

“No, no, there on the calander. Someone’s drawn a little heart right above today’s date.” He lets his chin rest on her head while you move closer to see. Sure enough, there it was.

“Oh, yes.” Wanda said with tense shoulders. “The heart.” She looked over at you for some guidance, the confused look she saw didn’t help calm her nerves. “Well, don’t tell me you have forgotten, Vis.” She turned in his arms with a look of accusation and hands laid on her hips.

“Forgotten?” He scoffed. “Oh, Wanda, I’m incapable of forgetfulness. I remember everything. That’s not an exaggeration. In fact, I’m incapable of exaggeration.”

“Well, then tell me what’s so important about today’s date.”

You had to stifle a laugh when you looked at him; mouth blown out like a fish and eyes wide, a stern look from Wanda made you cover it with a cough.

“What was the question again?” Vision turned quickly. “Oh, well. Perhaps, you’ve forgotten yourself.”

“Me? Heavens, no. I’ve been so looking forward to it.” You let Vision pass you, choosing to keep to yourself and take a sit at the table.

“As have I.” He said proudly with arms folded. “Today we are celebrating...”

Why were you so hungry?

“You bet we are...”

Why were you always, so hungry?

“It’s the first time we....have ever celebrated this occasion before.”

“It’s a.... special day!”

Something doesn’t feel right

“Perhaps an evening... of great significance...”

Can you feel her clawing?

“Kiddo?” Her voice makes you jump in your seat, letting out a small hiss from hitting your knee underneath the table. “You alright?”

“I...” Silly you, always dozing off. “I’m just peachy keen, Wanda!” A series of knocks on the door makes her pause and you’re quick to stand. “I’ll get it!”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that...” She trailed behind you, a polite smile on her face as you open the door.

You barley grab the large plant that’s shoved in your face, the woman breezing past you with her hand out.

“Hello. dear, I’m Agnes. Your neighbour to the right.” Wanda lets out a awkward laugh but takes her hand anyway. “My right, not yours.” She’s loud and very, very talkative. “Forgive me for not stopping by sooner to welcome you to the block. My mother in-law was in town, so I wasn’t.”

You pull the plant away from you with a huff. Wanda gives you an apologetic look, grabbing it from your hands, both of you watching as Agnes makes her way through.

“So, what’s your name? Where are you from, and most importantly, how’s your bridge game, hon?”

Very talkative indeed.

Wanda laughs as she crosses the room -leaving you to close the door - and sent Agnes a friendly smile.

“I’m Wanda.” She gestures to you over the woman’s shoulder. “And we call her ‘Kiddo’.”

“Easier that way.” You add as you smooth out your skirt once more, choosing to sit on the edge of the couch. Agnes turns to you with a smile.

“Oh, I’m sorry dear!” You wave her off with another friendly smile. “Wanda, Kiddo, lovely names for two lovely ladies.” You all share a small giggle.

“Golly.” Agnes’ eyes scan the room. “You settled in fast! Did you use a moving company?”

“I sure did.” You wanted nothing but to rip off that stupidly large bow off that equally obnoxious plant, but you didn’t want to be rude. “Those boxes don’t move themselves.” Agnes chuckled and you were itching to move it from the table Wanda placed it on.

“So what’s a single gal like you doing rattling around this big house? With a daughter no less.” You and Wanda were quick to explain.

“I’m not her daughter.” You move back as her dress skirt fills your vision, looking over at Wanda. “Just visiting.”

“I’m married.” She added with a gleeful shine in her eyes.

“Oh, I don’t see a ring.”

“Well, I assure you I’m married.” She covers her hand with the other. “To a man. A human one and tall.”

Agnes was a very suffocating presence; her dress bold and checker patterned, your polka dots looked rather bland compared to it and when she took a seat next to you - practically in your lap at one point of readjusting - you had never felt so small.

“As a matter of fact, he’ll be home later tonight for a special occasion. Just the two of us.”

“Oh, is it someone’s birthday?”

“Not a birthday.”

“Well today isn’t a holiday, is it?”

Were there any holidays in March? You - like most days - were left completely blank.

“No, it’s not a holiday...” Wanda’s hands fidget, you couldn’t help but join, opting to pick at a thread on your sleeve.

Today was.... hmm, what was today? You tried to remember if Vision or Wanda spoke of anything special, but nothing really stood out from the crowd.

“An anniversary then?”

“Ye... yes!” The relief on her face was almost comical. “Yes! It’s our anniversary!” Agnes couldn’t hide her excitement, grabbing your hand mid pull of the thread and held another one for Wanda to take.

“Oh, how marvellous.” She turned forward, putting both of your hands in her lap as Wanda joined on the couch. “How many years?”

“Well, it feels like we’ve always been together.”

“Lucky gal.” Agnes shook your hand with a smile. “Isn’t it just, having such a wonderful influence like that?” Wanda blushed. “The only way Ralph would remember our anniversary is if there was a beer named ‘June 2nd’. “ At least she was entertaining, right? “So, what do you have planned?”

“How do you mean?”

“For your special night. A young thing like you doesn’t have to do much, but it’s still nice to set the scene.” You and Wanda shared a glance as Agnes turned once more. “Say, I was just reading a crackerjack magazine article -“ She gave you both a playful slap on the thigh as she stood. “- called ‘How To Treat Your Husband To Keep Your Husband,’ and let me tell you, what Ralph could really use is, ‘How To Goose Your Wife So You Don’t Lose Your Wife’.”

Maybe you were just a bad judge of character or you were simply just insecure, but Agnes, to her credit, had quickly found a way to pull on your hearstrings in a perfect way.

Or maybe she was just very funny.

“Hang on. I’ll go grab it and we can start planning.” She turned to you before leaving and pointed a perfectly manicured finger. “Now, I hope you don’t have plans, Kiddo! Suducing a man is a lesson no school could teach you, Though a pretty gal like you shouldn’t need a whole lot.” She laughed and you couldn’t help but feel the warm rush to your cheeks at the compliment. “Oh, this is gonna be a gas!”

With a final giggle and smile, Agnes was gone. You moved closer to Wanda as she let out a happy sigh.

“Before she comes back,” She turns to you fully. “- can I throw that horrid plant out?”

———

“-and you don’t have a song? Nothing special you played at your weddding?” Agnes asked, the magazine sitting on her lap.

“No, nothing special.” That seemed to be the go to answer for Wanda; no song, no inside joke and not even a favourite date. Maybe that was the new era of marriage?

“I’ll just loan you some records then.” Agnes said before pointing to the notepad in your hand. “Mark that off the list, Kiddo.” You nodded and did just that. “What are we up to?”

“We’ve got wardrobe, music and...” God, you had horrible handwriting. “Oh, decor!” Agnes let out a happy hum and looked back at the article.

“Hmm... oh, what about seduction techniques?”

“Oh, I have those.” The loud chuckle made Wanda frown, suddenly unsure.

Agnes was really good at that.

“Of course, you do.”

“Just out of curiosity, what does it say?” You both leaned in, the chair you were sitting on unfortunately made it impossible to see over her shoulder.

“That you should stumble when you walk into a room so he can catch you. It’s romantic.”

“Any other tricks?”

“You could point out that the death rate of single men is twice that of married men.” She suggested with a smirk.

“Now, that’s romantic.” The shared laughter is quick to die down when the phone rings. “Oh.” Agnes hands you a glass of apple cider, a small enough glass to blur the moral line of underage drinking, and raised hers with a grin.

“Drink up, dear.”

“Vision residents.” Wanda said politely over the phone, the voice of her husband making her grin. “Vision, sweetheart.” You had to stop yourself from grimacing at the bitterness of the drink, not a hint of apple was in it. Alcohol was truely disgusting.

“Don’t worry, dear. I have everything under control.” She turned towards you both with a knowing smile, debating whether or not to wrap the cord around her fingers like the giddy school girl she felt like.

Agnes took another sip and clicked her tongue. “Oh! I knew you looked familiar.” She said, adverting you attention. “You’re Lori’s girl, aren’t you?” You couldn’t explain why your stomach dropped. “Lovely woman, real smart cookie. Didn’t she want to be an actress or a.... hmm, oh....um -“

“A journalist.” The bitterness of the cider in that moment seemed like heaven, and you downed the rest in one go. Agnes giggled and nodded.

“That’s right, a journalist, very modern.” The conversation died after that, instead filled with tonight’s plan for Wanda. But even when you laughed and giggled along, deciding which record of Agnes’ to put on, that pit of dread remained.

You just wanted to know why.

———

So maybe baking wasn’t your strong suit, or even a decent hobby, but you did know how to set a mood. The candlight that filled the living room and the smell of vanilla (Agnes had enough of it to make you dizzy) was just the right amount of sweetness and romance.

“All done!” You call with a proud smile on your face. You turned as Wanda peaked her head out from the kitchen door.

“Aw, Kiddo, what would I do without you?” She had her hair curled to perfection, and makeup that made her look like a porcelain doll. She was the perfect wife and you had to admit, Agnes was right about you taking notes. “Are you sure you’ll get home okay?”

“I’ll be fine.” You grab your coat from the dining chair and give her a final smile. “Have fun.” She disappears back in the kitchen and you try to hide the knowing smirk on your face as you hear the front door. “I know, I know, I’ll be gone in two min-“

“You never told me you had kids.” A male voice, one you had never heard before, interrupted you. Your coat buttons were long forgotten as the couple strolled in; Vision looking just as horrified and confused as you.

“I... uh.”

“I didn’t know you were joining us for dinner, Kiddo.” Vision said with a nervous laugh. “Mr. Hart, this is my...”

“Cousin. Just flew in.” You can’t stop your hands from fidgeting as Vision nods.

“Yes! Yes, my cousin, Kiddo.”

“You’re name is ‘Kiddo’?” Mr. Hart is hostile, and his wife has to slap his shoulder when he glares at you.

“Oh stop it, it’s a lovely name.” She steps from behind her husband and lets out a small gasp. “Oh, how every atmospheric.” You forced a polite smile, blowing out one of the candles when she turns.

“What’s going on here, Vision? You blow a fuse?”

“Why don’t you take a seat...” You are quick to grab onto Vision’s hand and pull towards you with a smile. “And we’ll go and fetch the lady of the house.” Vision almost trips on the way to the kitchen behind you, you were a lot stronger then you looked.

“What’s going on?” This was not at all what you thought was going to happen. Maybe you had too much cider? “Where is she?” Vision didn’t wait for you to answer, already out of the kitchen before you could even think of a answer. “Wanda!” She was only there a moment ago.

“Vision.” Her smile fades to horror and she’s quick to move her hands away from Mr. Hart. “Oh! Oh!” She looks back and fourth from Vision and the Harts. When she caught glimpse of you, she nearly fainted, covering her chest as her cheeks bloomed a bright red.

“What is the meaning of this?”

“Well, what is... yeah, what is the meaning of...” His stammering wasn’t helping, at all, to calm anyone’s confusion. “Oh, the meaning of it! You want to know the meaning of it.... and the meaning of it is that this is the traditional Sokovian greeting of hospitality.” Wanda nodded, quickly making her way over as Vision covered her eyes. “Guess who?”

“Is that my host behind me?” She faked a laugh and you chose to find interest in your shoes.

“It certainly is.”

“Lovely to make you acquaintance.”

“Yes!” You wished the floor would suck you down to a hole in the ground, the awkwardness almost suffocating. “See, I forgot to tell you my wife is from Europe.” You look up with a grin as Vision put a hand on your shoulder. “And... so is my cousin.”

“Oh, how exotic!” Mrs. Hart said with a grin of her own, how on earth did they buy that?

“We don’t break bread with Bolsheviks.” Her husband grumbled.

“Oh, hush, Arthur!” She slapped his chest playfully with a chuckle. “Have you no culture at all ? And that dress!”

“Yes! It’s... “ Vision can’t help but take a double take at his wife’s appearance. “It’s so... Sokovian, Is what it is! Yes!”

“Can I just see you in the kitchen for a moment, sweetheart?” Wanda was light and fast on her feet, making sure to pull the fabric from a lamp before going to the kitchen.

“Oh, Yes!” Vision gestures to the candles and follows his wife.

You turn to the couple, with the brightest smile you can muster.

“Please.” You say with arms wide. “Take a seat, make yourselves comfortable.” The minute they reach the couch and sit, you get to work on the candles. You only get five done before Vision barrels through the door.

“Can you help Wanda? She’s just... “ Mrs. Hart glances over her shoulder with an eyebrow raised. “- finishing dinner.”

You are quick to excuse yourself.

———

“Oh, where is she?” Wanda tightens her apron for the third time, eyes glued to the door. She had changed from the silk, now wearing a modest evening dress.

“Oh, thank heavens!” Agnes had barley even walked past the window and Wanda, wasting no time, opened the back door wide. “Oh, Agnes! You’re a life-saver.”

“What kind of housewife would I be if I didn’t have a gourmet meal for five just lying about the place?” Both you and Wanda grab for the various tins and trays, trying to save the poor woman’s arms. “Not that Ralph ever wants to eat anything but baked beans which explains a lot about his personal hygiene, mind you.”

“I can take that.” You weren’t expecting her to drop the large pot so carelessly, not being able to catch it in time as it hit your foot with loud bang on the floor. “Ow.”

“Oh, my!” Agnes dropped to her knees, wiping off your shoe and picking up the pot and lid. “Butter fingers.” You chuckle and wave it off.

“It’s okay.” She gives you a bright smile and placing everything properly on the bench.

“- sure she’s absolutely fine in there!” The sound of Vision’s voice booms through the kitchen, a warning that made you both flustered.

“Oh, thank you, Agnes. I think we’ve got it covered from here.” Wanda said, placing her hands on the woman’s back and pushing gently.

“Are you sure dear?” Agnes asked, getting a small “mhmm” back from her. “Many hands make light work. And many mouths make good gossip.”

“You’re so naughty.” Wanda scolds playfully, you were kept busy with unpacking several vegetables from her wicker basket.

“Oh, shall I pre-heat the oven then, dear?” The witch was quick to steer her around from it as you moved out of the way.

“That won’t be necessary.”

“Oh, alright then. Well I know you’re in a pinch so this menu can be done in a snap.” Agnes made sure to snap her fingers, always one for the theatrics. “Lobster Thermidor with mini-minced turnovers to start.” She moved back towards the counter, Wanda letting out a breath as she followed. “Chicken à la king with twice-cooked new potatos for your second course.” She gave you a pat as she passed you. “And steak Diane and mint jellies for your main.”

Wanda had to move back as Agnes turned once more, finger inches from her face. “Do you set you own jellies, dear?” You both nod. “Good girls.” Wanda grabs her waist again and pushed but as she inches from the outside, she calls out to you. “Recipe cards are on the counter.”

Wanda closes the door, hands up as you read one of the cards.

“So, I guess we should start with-“

“No time, Kiddo.” With a flick of her wrist; every cuboard opened and you had to duck your head down to advoid getting hit with a frying pan. “Sorry.”

The kitchen quickly was in complete chaos; the smell of various veggies and seasonings overwhelmed your senses, and while you tried desperately to grab a wooden spoon from the air to stir, the kitchen bar devider opened.

Yeah, take out the papers and the trash, or you won’t get no spending cash

You and Wanda both watched in a mix of confusion and fear, apparently Vision could sing. You reached up on your toes once more and pulled the spoon down with a satisfied grin.

If You don’t scrub the kitchen floor, you ain’t gonna rock and roll no more

Oh, right. Mrs. Hart was inches away from a stressed out witch and her teenage sidekick surrounding by levitating kitchen supplies.

Time to close the shutters.

Yakety yak! Don’t talk back

You closed them with a sharp slam.

———

The past ten minutes had to be on the list of “worst moments ever” of your life, the world felt a little too off center and you had to remind yourself that breathing wasn’t just a personal choice. Wanda wasn’t doing too great either; the chicken went from borderline ash to newly laid eggs, it was starting to feel a little too warm in here. If you weren’t panicking so much, you might have remembered that the large coat you wore that had wool lining was easily removable.

“How’s the potatos, Kiddo?” Wanda turned to you with a frown at your apparence; you were covered in flour and unmoving from the corner, bowl in hand and eyes shinny.

“Am I moving?” You ask.

“No.” She gently grabs the bowl from your hands, grimacing at the mush inside and pulling you to the table. “Why don’t you have a seat? Hmm, take a few deep breaths and just re- oh no!” It was too late to save the cream from spilling on the floor.

Wanda almost wanted to join you at the table.

“Oh, what was I supposed to do next? What was the main course again?” She let the cards float around her, hands quickly turning them.”it was... steak.” Wrong card. “No. Steak...steak Diane!”

“Yes?!” You manage to look over at the closed blinds, Vision’s voice following again soon after. “I’m just coming... Fred.”

Wanda - after taking her own advice - had finally managed to put the kitchen back in order, all pots and pans back perfectly in their cupboards. You were finally calming down, able take a minute to process as she floated the lobster to the pot of boiling water.

But both of you felt the familiar panic burn through your veins when someone came rushing in from the living room, Wanda letting out a startled gasp and throwing the meat out the window. It was only after the window slammed shut that you realised it was just Vision.

“How can I be of assistance?” He asked with huff. Funny, you wouldn’t think a robot would need to take a breather.

“Well, the chicken is no longer a chicken and the lobsters just flew the coop so the steak is the last man standing.” Wanda replied, grabbing the recipe card from the counter. “It says here I can cut down the prep time with a meat tenderizer.”

“Excellent plan. Where’s the tenderizer?”

“I’m looking at him.” He gingerly took the mallet with a small “ah” and was forced to look up when the divider opened once more.

“Hoo-hoo in there!” Mrs. Hart’s head popped in and Wanda was quick to move, almost ruining the poor woman’s curls when she closed it.

“Hoo-hoo back to you!” She pulls at the strings of her apron with a sigh. “Finish the meat, find the lobsters.” She turned to you. “Lose the coat, Kiddo.” Her apron is pulled from her hips and Vision barley catches it. “We’ll be right back.”

You stand, pulling off the emerald green coat. One look at your dress and Wanda lets out a gasp.

“Can’t go out like that.” She grabbed the coat from you and folded it on your chair, the dress was covered and she had hoped that the coat would have been an effective shield.

“I can go home and change.” You say with a wipe of your cheek. Wanda stops you from moving.

“No, allow me.” She clicks her fingers and - with a dramatic puff of smoke - your old dress is replaced with a beautiful turquoise one, white lining on the collar and floral skirt to match. It was gorgeous. “Perfection. Now, lets go.”

You give a quick “sorry” at the door, startling Mrs. Hart as you trail behind your frazzled friend.

“I hope you’re hungry.” She said with a smile.

“Starved, is more like it.” Mr. Hart replied as he pushed off the couch, a frown permanently placed on his face.

“My head is starting to feel woozy.” A low growl from your stomach seemed to agree with Mrs. Hart, luckily a loud bang from the kitchen covered the sound.

“Were either of you aware that married men are killing single men at an alarming rate?” Wanda’s hands never stopped moving, and the nervous chuckle only made Mr. Hart more frustrated.

“What are you going on about?” Another loud bang made you all jump and you had to stop yourself from cursing. “And what’s going on in there?” You luckily didn’t have to stop him from moving as Wanda fell ontop of him, his hands catching her by the arms.

The room seemed to spin, things were moving so quickly you could barley keep up. Wanda was still in the man’s arms when a loud knocking filled the room, you were sure you were going to faint.

“Who could that be?” Wanda practically ran to the door, happy for the distraction and Vision was quick on her heels. Mrs. Hart pulled at your sleeve, a kind smile on her face.

“Are you alright, dear?”

“I... uh,” The words got lost in your mouth. Could everyone just calm down for a second? The slam of the door forced you both out of the small moment.

“Who was that?” Her husband asked.

“A salesman”

“Telegram!” Vision felt the glare of Mr. Hart. “A man selling telegrams.”

“Wouldn’t you know it.” Wanda added, hands behind her back. “Good news is more expensive.” You couldn’t hear what Vision said after that, but by the way his wife frowned and pulled her apron off him, it must’ve been yet another problem. She glided past you, the sight of a pineapple behind her back didn’t answer any questions, but you let her go on her way regardless.

“Well.” Vision said, hands on his hips proudly. “I think tonight’s going swimmingly. Anyone for Parcheesi?”

“My head is spinning.” Mrs. Hart replied, feet dragging her to the couch.

“Oh, Mrs. Hart -“ You grabbed her arm, gently helping her down as Vision fanned her face.

“Did you hear that? My wife’s head is spinning. Generally speaking, I don’t like her head to do that.” You could feel the annoyance radiating off him. “You know, I’m beginning to think you’re not management material, Vision.”

“Sir, if you could just wait a few -“ The glare he gave almost made your knees buckle, looking at Vision for help as he continued.

“You know, I had high hopes for you. But from what I’ve seen here tonight, you can barley keep it together. I mean, look around.” He gestured around him with his hands. “There’s all the chaos going on in your household. Now, when are we gonna eat?”

“Dinner is served.”

Oh, thank God.

The table behind you was set to perfection; each plate the perfect distance apart, and each with a set of cutlery and wine glass. You’re stomach was growling and you were quick to move to your seat - the only glass filled with some kind of juice - and gave Wanda a grateful smile.

“Breakfast for dinner? How very-“

“European.” Mrs. Hart interrupted, eyes glued to the table.

“Ohh! Let’s have a toast!” Vision moves to his end of the table, the Harts following as you raise your glass. “To my lovely and talented wife.”

“To our esteemed guests.” Wanda adds with a smile. You all clink your glasses with a small “cheers” and take a sip of the juice. It was sugary sweet, but did nothing to fill your belly. “Well, please eat before it gets cold.”

You don’t have to be told twice; sitting besides Mrs. Hart - who Vision was quick to offer a chair to like a gentleman - and letting your napkin rest on your thighs.

“So,” She said as everyone settled properly in their seats. “Where did you two move from?” She grabbed her napkin. “What brought you here?” You cut a small piece of the sausage and raised it to your mouth. “How long have you been married? And why don’t you have children yet?” Wanda let out a small laugh, so many questions!

“I think what my wife means to say is that we moved from...” You took another bite, warmth filling your body, and it took everything in to not gulp down the whole plate.

“Yes, we moved from...” Wanda’s face was a exact mirror of her husband’s, both struggling with empty memory.

“And we were married...”

You couldn’t stop eating, fork always full of egg and toast, the conversation becoming background noise.

“Yes, yes, we were married in...”

“Well? Moved from where ? Married when?” Mr. Hart’s voice snapped you back, another bite and you swallowed it down with a gulp of juice, eyes now between each end of the table.

“Now, patience, Arthur. They’re setting up their story. Let them tell it.” His wife waved him off with a smile and bite of food. Wanda stumbled once more, her fumbling only causing the tension to rise.

“Yes, what exactly is your story?”

“Oh, just leave the poor kids alone.” You took another sip, gagging as you felt something on your tongue.

“No, really, I mean,” It was slimy and thin, and as you pulled it out with your fingers, confusion filled you at the sight of a brown leaf. “I think it’s a perfectly simple question. Honestly.” It dropped to your plate and you picked up the almost empty glass, the bottom was a dark orange, and the hundreds of little pieces floating in it made you feel sick. “Why did you come here? Why?”

Something’s Wrong

Mr. Hart slammed his hand down on the table, startling you to the point of completey dropping your glass, juice staining the carpet by your feet. You were left helpless as you stared at the man in front of you.

“Damn it, why? Why did you...” The air from his lungs vanishes, face turning red as he chokes.

“Oh, Arthur, stop it.”

Why won’t you move?

“Stop it.”

This doesn’t make sense

“Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.”

Mr. Hart grips the table, letting out another failed attempt of breath before vanishing under it, still chocking.

“Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.”

This is wrong, all wrong

“Stop it.”

I want to go home

“Vision, help him.”

And just like that, the world makes sense again.

You let out a shaky laugh as Vision helps the man up from the floor. You take one more bite of food as Mr. Hart checks his watch with a sigh.

“Well, would you look at the time?”

“Yes. We’d better be going.” Mrs. Hart replies, standing as you follow suit, making sure to tuck your chair in.

“Well... are you both alright?” Wanda asks, giving you a small smile as they walk to the door.

“We had such a lovely time.” She turns quickly and wraps her hands around Wanda’s eyes. “This guest is leaving your home.” She laughs.

“Yes, thank you for coming.”

You pay them no mind; body moving passed them on autopilot, you didn’t care to hear them say goodbye, didn’t care when Mr. Hart told Vision about a promotion, or when Wanda offered you the guest bedroom since it was just “too late to walk home alone, you didn’t care.

And when you finally slipped into the covers, eyes shutting as sleep took hold of you, you finally felt at peace.

Your mind was yours, and yours alone for the first time that day, and you wanted nothing more then to wake up under the star-lights in your bedroom.

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 4 years ago

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𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧: 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑧𝑒 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑆/𝑂

♡*:.｡.𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰 .｡.:*♡

He felt extremely proud of himself. The melody was flowing smoothly and the lyrics were coming to him very naturally. He had been working on this piece for months now and it was finally finished. He listened to the final demo and then quickly grabbed his phone. Dialing the very familiar number, he was not at all shocked that you picked up at the 2nd ring.

"Hey." His heart jumped when your voice sounded through the speaker.

"Hi love. Are you busy?" He really hoped the answer was negative.

"I'm never too busy for you babe. What's up?"

"I finally finished that song I was working on..." He admitted shyly.

"Oh you did? That's great honey! I'll bet it's a masterpiece." Your enthusiasm radiated even through the phone.

"Would you........ do you mind coming over and having a listen?"

"I'd love to! I'll be there in 20 minutes. Love you." You made a kissing noise before hanging up.

It wasn't the first time he's asked you to listen to something he worked on. In fact, you're the first person to listen to any of his creations, he always wants to hear your opinion before anyone else's.

So why is it that this time he's nervous?

It's simple: he's realized he loves you. He loves you, your opinions, your thoughts, everything he creates he feels a need to share it with you and up to a point, have your approval. And you're always so supportive of him and you're his biggest fan.

How could he not fall in love with you?

♡*:.｡.𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪 .｡.:*♡

Seonghwa just wanted to spend time with you. It had been so long since you two had time to be together. So he planned a date for just the two of you. He was happily telling you about wanting to take you out to the park, when San and Yunho poked their heads out the hallway.

"Did you say park?!" "Can we go too?!"

Seonghwa groaned. He wanted you two to be alone. He was about to say no, when the rest of the 99 liners came out, and upon hearing the commotion, they wanted in too. Mingi even dragged out Hongjoong and Jongho so they wouldn't be left out.

Seonghwa looked over at you, afraid to see the look of disappointment in your face. But quite the opposite, you had a gleeful smile.

"Let's bring them along. It'll be more fun."

They all hollered triumphantly, with all of them hugging you in appreciation for consenting to letting them come along. Seonghwa just chuckled at the scene, his heart filled with warmth. And he melted even more when he saw you wrapping a scarf around Jongho, making sure he was covered enough so as to not catch a cold.

Seonghwa loves his members very much and cares for them a lot. He feels happy knowing they adore you and you love them as well. He's seen how you've taken care of them multiple times, and have never complained once.

That's how he knows you're the one. Your loving, caring and motherly nature touched his heart. And to have those close to him as family adore you? Tell tale sign he has to keep you around in his life.

♡*:.｡.𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸 .｡.:*♡

Yunho and you had just adopted a puppy together. You two were just walking around one day and stumbled upon a pet store. The most adorable and fluffiest golden retriever was pressing its nose against the window.

"Oh my God! He's the cutest thing I've ever seen!"

You immediately pressed your palm on the window, cooing at the tiny animal.

Yunho chuckled at your reaction. "Let's go inside."

Once inside, you practically ran to the puppy, and immediately wanted to hold it. The store employee helped you to take the pooch out, explaining how he was the last of the litter of golden retrievers that were for sale.

"Awww! Did you hear that Yunho? He's the last one! Do you think we could..?"

You looked at him with puppy eyes yourself, silently asking him to adopt the puppy together.

Yunho smiled at your expression.

"Baby really think about it. He's cute and all, but remember it's a big responsibility."

"Look at him and tell me if you can say no to this adorable face."

You put the dog in his hands. Yunho looked at the puppy and could not stop smiling. The golden retriever took a liking to him as well, as shown by the fact he started licking Yunho's cheek.

Looking at your face, Yunho knew it was game over. He could never refuse you. He loved you and would do anything to make you happy. And moments like this, where you two could randomly do crazy or insane things spontaneously, it's something he'd only do with someone he really loves.

"Well little buddy. Looks like we're your new parents."

♡*:.｡.𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰.｡.:*♡

Yeosang tends to keep mostly to himself. He rarely talks about how he's feeling, even to his close friends.

However with you it's different. He feels comfortable talking to you about topics that he wouldn't ever even think about mentioning to others. Not just because you're his s/o. He's dated before and still didn't open up to them either. But he's relaxed talking to you.

With you he's free to rant, vent, cry about anything that worries him and you either comfort him with soothing words, or are just there to listen to him, really listen and understand him. Sometimes your silence speaks louder than words ever could.

That's what happened one day. Yeosang was stressed out, you noticed the second he walked in your apartment. You didn't even pester him, you just let him shower in peace. When he plopped down next to you in the bed, you simply began running your fingers through his hair.

That's the moment Yeosang really felt he loved you. Not only does he feel comfortable to let out his feelings to you, you two can actually communicate with no words. You're soulmates, already knowing what to do when the other is feeling a certain way.

You're his safe haven, you're his home. The bond you two share is stronger than anything else in the world.

♡*:.｡.𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷 .｡.:*♡

"Will you promise to watch me?" San asked you while you both waited backstage for Ateez' turn to go on stage and perform.

Smiling, you held out your pinkie and linked it with his.

"Forever and always." You assured him before walking away to take your place in the audience.

San stood there in his place, anxious about performing. He'd already done this hundreds of times, but he'd still get nervous every now and then.

What if I mess up? What if I forget the lyrics or choreography? What if I'm not good enough?

All those doubts and worries immediately faded from his mind when he caught your gaze. You shot him a big thumbs up, waving your light stick for him, chanting along with the other Atinys their names. That's when San gathered his courage and gave his usual amazing performance that never failed to impress fans, and that included you.

You were San's strength, the reason he didn't fear not being good enough, you gave him the confidence he needed and for you, he gave his best performance. He wanted you to be proud of him. He danced and sang only for you. Every wink, finger heart, kiss was directed towards you, and only you.

After they finished, you were already backstage waiting to congratulate him. He raced towards you, spun you around before kissing you passionately. He looked into your eyes and that's when he knew...

Forever and always he'd love you.

♡*:.｡.𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲 .｡.:*♡

It's not a secret that Mingi is a big baby. He constantly needs attention and special care. His members know this and it was one of the first things they told you when they knew you two might end up dating.

You didn't mind though. You thought Mingi was simply adorable and lovable. One of the purest and sweetest boys you've ever met in your lifetime. Sure sometimes he felt more like your kid than your boyfriend. More times than you can count, you've lost him while you two were out shopping. He's had severe kitchen accidents from trying to help you cook. It's little things like that that'll make some people lose patience at times. But not you.

"Are you mad at me?" He asked you one time you were trying to untangle a long headphones cord that he somehow managed to get stuck all over his body.

"No. Why would you think that?" You asked as you tried to get his hands unstuck.

"It's just..... I-I have so many mishaps, perhaps you..." He couldn't finish his sentence, but you knew what he meant.

Grinning, you shook your head and looked at him.

"Mingi, yes you're somewhat clumsy at times, but I don't mind. It's not your fault. So don't worry my little baby. I'll be right here to take care of you."

Leaning in, you pressed a kiss to his lips before continuing your task of trying to unwrap him from his torture device. Mingi just looked at you in admiration. You were always so patient and loving to him, even when he himself knew he tested your limits.

He truly and wholeheartedly loved you.

"I love you....." He whispered softly.

He didn't plan on saying it, it just happened, but he meant it. He got shy about it afterwards, and he secretly hoped you didn't hear him. He was afraid you weren't at the stage just yet.

"I love you too Mingi."

His face brightened up when you said those words back to him.

♡*:.｡.𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰 .｡.:*♡

Wooyoung is very outgoing and is a cheerful soul who enjoys having a good time and laughter. Some people say he's too loud, or that he's dramatic, or even annoying.

Not you though. You loved his sense of humor and you honestly enjoyed how he teased you when you were first getting to know each other. He acted like the typical school boy that annoys the person he likes only to get their attention. And it worked because here you were, about to celebrate your 5th month anniversary.

Even after you started dating, Wooyoung didn't stop his teasing. The only thing that changed was that you teased him back. You started playing pranks on him just to get back at him when he did so to you. It was even more fun to team up together and prank the other members, especially Seonghwa. He was your most common victim.

Wooyoung loved your extroverted and fun nature. How you weren't afraid to tease, prank him back if he did it to you. You were just so much fun to be around. There was never a dull moment in his life since you came along. And he didn't have to worry about toning it down for you. With you, he can be himself and he loves that he can make you bring out your wacky side. You're his partner in crime, his other half, you're the reason everyday is an adventure for him. He's wildly in love with you.

♡*:.｡.𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸 .｡.:*♡

Jongho was already awake before you. It was the first time he stayed over at your place and the first night you two spent together. Nothing dirty happened the night before, you two just ended up staying awake til late night, casually talking and peppering kisses to each other.

Now here you were, snuggled up in underneath the blankets, not aware of the loving gaze your boyfriend was staring at your sleeping form with. You looked absolutely stunning and it was such a precious moment to him, waking up next to you. He could definitely see himself waking up next to you for the rest of his life.

His precious smile was the first thing that greeted you when you woke up.

"Good morning sunshine." He said to you.

"Morning baby." You greeted him back as you sat up and stretched your arms.

"How'd you sleep?" He asked once he noticed you were fully awake.

"Wonderfully. But I'm hungry. How about I go make us some breakfast?"

There was something almost domestic about your relationship, a sense of tranquility and almost familiarity. Like everything fit into its respective place. Watching you shuffle your way through the kitchen, Jongho knew he loved you and that this was going to be the start of your lives together. He could already see your guys' future.

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herewithmeharry · 4 years ago

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Worthwhile

Request: Hi love! Could you please write something where you have met Harry in the past (maybe 2013) and now you see each other again somewhere?? That would be amazing 🥺

Part 2

July 2013

The hotel gym was still as she pulled open the door after swiping her room card. She hadn’t expected anyone to be there, the clock on the wall indicating that it was ten minutes past midnight. She felt a surge of excitement knowing she had the room to herself and made her way towards one of the few racks of weights. After a full day of driving, she had a surprising amount of energy to burn before she could even think about going to bed. She placed her headphones over her ears, hitting shuffle on her workout playlist and beginning to stretch. With the music on full volume, she focused on counting her reps, mouthing along to the lyrics in between sets.

As she moved onto a mat on the floor, she didn’t notice him enter the room. Harry had a preference for working out late at night, finding that gyms were usually far less crowded or only occupied by business men, if at all busy. His gaze fell upon her, noticing her steady breathing and the beads of sweat running from her forehead. He headed to one of the treadmills in the corner of the room for a warmup, trying not to make his staring too obvious. The last thing he wanted was to be the guy in the gym that made her want to leave. Beginning to jog, Harry smiled to himself as he heard one of his songs coming from her side of the room. She still hadn’t seemed to acknowledge his presence.

She finished up her floor circuit, reaching for the towel she had borrowed when coming in and wiped the sweat off of her face. She took a deep breath before standing up and adjusting the waistband of her leggings, tossing the towel on the floor next to her water bottle. Shimmying along to her music, she turned to face the wall of mirrors overlooking the room. She caught Harry’s eye in the reflection, pausing momentarily as the reality of the situation set in. He offered her a smile in the mirror and she returned it shyly. His hair was held out of his face by a thin headband, black hoody covering his torso. She suddenly became aware of the song playing in her headphones and looked around for her phone, finding it in the floor pile of her belongings, lowering the volume and quickly skipping ahead to the next song. She didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable.

She glanced at the clock once more, realizing she had been there for an hour and deciding to call it quits for the night, stopping her music. She picked up the water bottle that she had emptied half way through her workout and sauntered to the water cooler. The treadmill beeped indicating the end of Harry’s warmup and he stepped off, debating whether or not to approach her. As she filled her water bottle, he mustered up the courage needed to talk to her and walked on over.

“You, uh, you didn’t have to turn down your music just because of me.” He spoke, immediately regretting his choice of opening. She turned towards him, caught off guard by the sound of his voice. He reached past her to grab a paper cup from the dispenser and fill it with water as she twisted the top back onto her bottle.

“Oh no! No, it’s fine. I just thought I was alone. Didn’t think anyone else would be here.” She admitted, sharing a reassuring smile that made Harry grin.

“It is quite late to be training, huh?” He recognized, soft chuckles leaving both their lips.

“Yeah, I just had so much energy that I needed to burn before trying to go to bed.” She explained and Harry nodded in agreement.

“What brings you to Denver?” He took a sip of his water, watching as her fingers tugged on her shirt. She considered not sharing the real origin of her travels and blaming it on a family trip, but ultimately chose to be honest with him.

“You, actually. Well, your concert.” She corrected herself, eyes falling on her shoes. Harry smiled, hands fiddling with his cup.

“I hope we make your trip worthwhile.” He quipped, eliciting a laugh from her.

“I’m sure you will.” She reassured, looking back up into his eyes and smiling timidly. Silence fell upon the both of them, Harry’s hand scratching the back of his head as he tried to find a way to keep the conversation going. Something about her drew him in. “I should probably let you get back to your workout.” He would be lying if he said he didn’t feel a twinge of disappointment as she spoke.

“Oh, right.” He nodded slowly, remembering why he had gone down to the gym.

“It was really nice meeting you, though.” She went to grab the rest of her things, pulling on her hair tie as she made her way towards the door.

“Could, um, could I possibly get your phone number?” Harry choked out, prompting her to turn back around. Her eyebrows were slightly creased, but her lips were turned upwards. “It’s just sometimes we have extra tickets, maybe I could upgrade your seats?” Harry had to resist the urge to slap his palm on his forehead as he spoke.

“You really don’t have to.” She promised, shifting her feet.

“It’s nothing, really.” He attempted to persuade her, hoping she would accept his excuse.

“Alright.” She bit her lip as she took a few steps back to him, taking his phone into her hands and filling out her contact information.

“I’ll text you later, then.” Harry offered once she finished and she beamed in response.

“Okay, yeah! That’d be great.” She tried not to smile too widely as she waved goodbye, hearing a soft ‘good night’ on her way out.

February 2016

“Hi.” Harry spoke softly, taking her into his arms as she crossed the threshold of his home. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her eyes closed and breathing in his familiar scent. Her fingers played with the curls at the base of his neck and she felt his breath against her skin as he pulled her closer. They both knew what was coming. “Missed you.”

She nodded in agreement, pulling back to look him in the eyes. Her right hand moved to cup his cheek, thumb brushing over his cheekbone.

“I missed you too.” She smiled sadly, trying to savor their last moments together. He pressed a kiss to her lips, fingers gripping the belt loops of her jeans. She withdrew after a few seconds, knowing she never would if she didn’t stop now. Harry let out a low breath, resting his forehead against hers momentarily.

“How was your flight?” He questioned, hand grasping hers lazily as he led her towards the kitchen.

“Long, actually. Couldn’t really sleep and I had to pee for half of it, but the woman next to me was sleeping and I didn’t want to wake her up.” She participated in his small talk, taking a seat on one of the barstools at the island and watching as he grabbed a glass from one of the cabinets.

“That’s what you get for always picking the window seat.” He teased, filling the glass with water and sliding it towards her.

“You know it makes me feel less sick.” She defended, hands grasping the cold drink. He laughed at her retort and leaned against the counter top, head resting in his palms. He watched her index finger swirl around the rim of the glass, her stare fixated on the cup. He noticed that she was still wearing the ring he had gifted her on their 2nd anniversary just a few months prior. He found himself thinking that maybe there was still a chance for the both of them.

“What’d you do today?” She asked, finally looking up. Harry shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, lips pursed.

“Not much, really. Slept in, tidied up a bit.” She bobbed her head, indicating that she had heard him. His answer to that question had been more or less the same for the past two months. She knew he’d been struggling since going on break. His life had been hectic and planned down to the minute for the past five years. Now, he was free to do what he wanted and he had no idea where to begin.

“Harry,” she broke their silence, voice shaking slightly. Harry rubbed his hands over his face when he heard her speak, pushing his hair out of his face.

“I know...” He took a deep breath. “I’m sorry.”

He knew it wasn’t fair to her. He knew she deserved a lot more than what he was capable of giving her at the moment.

“Don’t apologize, okay? I get it.” She rose from her chair, rounding the counter to stand next to him. “I think being alone right now will be really good for you.” Her eyes were glossy as she accepted the inevitability of their situation.

“I just wish I could figure this all out with you.” He admitted, keeping his eyes down. Her heart ached for him. She knew that he wasn’t happy.

“I know and I do too, but if we stay like this, if something doesn’t change, I don’t think you’re ever really gonna be happy.” Her words were soft as she let a tear roll down her cheek. “You’re lost, baby.”

Harry finally looked up, meeting her gaze. His eyes were red and he sniffed to stop his nose from running.

“I love you.” He whispered, letting her embrace him for what would most likely be the last time. She let herself cry with him, face nuzzled against his shoulder and hands rubbing the small of his back.

“This’ll be good for you, yeah? You can try new things and decide what you want to do next and you won’t even have to worry about finding the time to call your girlfriend.” Her remark elicited a small chuckle from Harry as she wiped at his tears.

“You’re not supposed to make me laugh right now.” He pouted. His hand found hers and their fingers intertwined. They remained quiet, basking in the little time they had left together.

“I should probably go.” She said quietly, still holding Harry’s hand.

“Can I walk you out?” He asked, clearing his throat.

“I’ll be alright.” He nodded in understanding, puffy eyes closing as she pressed one last kiss to his cheek.

“Bye.” She smiled softly, fingers untangling from his as she walked away with a small wave.

August 2018

“Hun, you need a night off.” Julian remarked as he plopped down in the chair next to her desk. She rolled her eyes at her coworker’s comment, flipping through some of the paperwork on her desk.

“You know this needs to be done by Monday, right?” She reminded, getting up from her seat and moving to the filing cabinet in the corner of her office.

“You’ve been doing overtime all week, darling.” He stated matter-of-factly, playing with one of the many stray pencils littering her workspace.

“And what exactly have you been doing all week?” She teased, sitting back down.

“You know what? It’s my friend Sarah’s birthday and we’re having a little shindig for her tonight. You,” he paused, pointing the pencil at her, “should come.”

“I don’t know,” she hesitated, looking at all of the work she still had to do. “I really need to finish this tonight.”

“How about this? If you come with me tonight, I will come in tomorrow and help you out with the rest of this. It’ll go twice as fast.” She considered his offer, realizing he did have a point. She had been spending three or four extra hours at work every night that week in order to meet her current deadline. She finally threw her hands up in defeat, accepting his proposal.

“Fine, but I expect you to be here by nine.” She bargained, starting to organize and put away the piles of papers covering the table in front of her.

“And I expect you to be ready by eight.” Julian countered, dropping the pencil before heading out of her office.

“We need to get a drink in you.” Dragging her to the crowded kitchen, Julian grabbed a red cup and filled it with the contents of multiple bottles littering the counter. She scanned the room, right hand holding onto the elbow of her opposite arm in an effort to comfort herself. She realized very quickly that she didn’t know anyone else at the party. “C’mon, drink up.”

“What did you even put in this?” She interrogated, swirling the dark mixture in her cup.

“Just trust me.” He persisted, taking a swallow of his drink as if to prove to her that it was safe to consume. She complied, taking a small sip as Julian spotted a group of friends across the room. He led her over and greeted the birthday girl with a hug before introducing his newest friend to the group.

“Happy birthday! Sorry, I feel like I’m crashing your party.” She admitted as Sarah brought her into her arms.

“Oh, nonsense! The more the merrier, as I always say.” She reassured her with a warm smile. “You look quite familiar, actually. Have we met before?”

She took a moment to really look at Sarah, her features unrecognizable to her.

“Not that I can recall.” She admitted, hoping she hadn’t completely forgotten the woman standing in front of her. Sarah simply shrugged with a giggle.

“Must be thinking of someone else.”

The group quickly fell into conversation, discussing her recent move to London for work and Sarah’s latest travels. She found herself thinking back on the times she spent traveling with Harry when she had been on break from uni, visiting a new city almost every day. Sarah’s last few months seemed to have been as fast-paced and lively as his time in the band.

Then, as if on cue, Harry entered the room. Her gaze fell on him, hair shorter than the last time she’d seem him. He was grinning as he was welcomed by other party attendees, taking the time to greet them. Like she had done when she had first arrived an hour earlier, he looked around the room. His eyes locked with hers, breath catching in his throat. She was the last person he expected to see that night. She quickly looked away, turning to Julian.

“Could you hold this for me, please?” She asked, handing him her drink. She didn’t wait for his answer before excusing herself and slipping through the crowd towards the front door. She stepped outside into the cool, late summer air and took a deep breath. She didn’t know why she had felt the need to leave when she saw him, considering their relationship had ended on a fairly good note. She had done her best over the last two years to move on, saying yes to a few dates and letting some of her friends set her up. However, she always found herself comparing potential relationships to the one she had with Harry and they never seemed to hold a candle. If she was being honest with herself, she was scared that he was always going to be the one that got away, that whoever she decided to make a life with she would only be settling for. She would keep up with him in the media, genuinely happy that he had been able to find himself after they parted ways, but it was slightly bittersweet to see such a confident version of him, knowing it stemmed from their breakup.

“Y/N?” Harry’s voice brought her out of her thoughts, urging her to turn around slowly. He was standing at the top of the steps leading to the front door, signature crooked smile stretching across his lips as he saw her.

“Hi.” She spoke softly, offering a small smile in return. He stepped down to meet her on the walkway, arms opening to embrace her. She let him wrap his arms around her like he had done so many times before, hand rubbing her back. He still smelt the same.

“What are you doing here?” He questioned as she pulled back, arms crossing in front of her chest.

“A friend invited me to come along with him.” She explained, thumb pointing towards the house as if to prove that he was inside. Harry nodded, smile never faltering.

“How long are you in town for?” She remembered that she hadn’t informed him of her move to the city and wondered why they hadn’t spoken since their split.

“I actually moved here a few months back for work.” His smile widened into a grin as he listened to her response. She tried to catch him up on the last couple of years, answering any and all questions he had as they sat on the front steps. Harry felt calmed by her familiar voice and regretted not reaching out to her earlier. They spoke of her work and then of his, the tour he had just finished up overseas and her graduation from university. She was surprised at how easy everything still was with him and recognized how ridiculous her running away earlier had been. She couldn’t tell you how long they had been sitting outside when Julian finally came looking for her.

“There you are! Been looking all over for you.” They both shifted to look at him, somewhat startled by the unknown voice. “Thought you might be ready to go.”

She quickly glanced at Harry as he pushed back his hair. She bobbed her head, forcing herself up from her seat. “Can I meet you at the car?” She was hoping he would understand that she needed another minute with Harry. Julian’s stare moved from her to Harry then back to her, slowly nodding in response.

“I’ll go grab our things.” He flashed her a smirk accompanied by a wink and retreated into the house. She rolled her eyes, chuckle leaving her lips as she turned back to Harry.

“It was really nice to see you again.” She spoke honestly, finding herself not wanting to say goodbye.

“Yeah, missed talking to you.” He admitted with a timid smile. As he glanced at his feet, she saw a glimpse of the 19-year-old boy she had met so many years ago.

“Me too.” She confirmed, brief silence falling between them. “Well, I should probably go. Gotta work tomorrow.”

“Right, yeah.” Harry took her into another hug, squeezing her frame closer. She didn’t pull back as quickly this time, enjoying being close to him again. She finally withdrew herself from his arms and took a few steps back along the walkway. “I’ll see you later?”

“I would love that.” She beamed, giving a little wave before turning away from Harry and continuing down the path.

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macaronnya · 3 years ago

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So I just saw the announcement about the EN server shutting down or at least dicontinued (hopefully just for now) and I might just burst into tears 🥲 I want to put my thoughts or rather feelings of the journy up until now on here to come down but maybe also as some form of comfort for anyone who needs it? It's very long and might have some broken english as it's not my first language so do keep it in mind please 😅

Anyways, I started A3! last year on march 7th because I saw a youtube video of people cosplaying Sakuya and Sakyo. At taht point, I already knew of A3! somewhere in my distant memories back when it was JP only. I decided to try out the game since I was getting bored of my current mobile games and the few reviews I could find of it were relatively positive. I had no idea just what a big part of my life this game was about the become 🤧

Btw I'm listening to some A3! songs right now, specifically Sakuya's 2nd character song, and it's not helping me 😢 So at the time, lockdown just started 2 days ago, which left me with a lot of time playing it and, I kid you not, I gulfed the main story down like it was the last slice of cake at home. I have 2 siblings. I think I finished it in a week or so despite it being only unlockable through leveling up, and if my memory serves me right, you need to be around lvl 75 to unlock all 4 episodes. As one can see, I was VERY invested in the story. It was just so....nice? I don't know how to exactly describe it but I was surprised by how likable everyone was. Of course I didn't hold such strong feelings for everyone back then as I do now but I was intrigued enough back then of nearly everyone, which is kind of rather rare in such types of games, no? At least for me it is, although I haven't played terribly a lot (Love Live, MLQC, Mystic Messenger).

I really like how the story actually continues through the events and how it alternated between stories exploring certain characters more (show events) and stories focusing on just them having fun. Getting to know everyone bit by bit and seeing how everyone grows closer to each other, not only within their respective troupes but the whole theater, makes me really all warm and fuzzy and it's found family, what more could you want?

Also, I really like Izumi, our dear MC 🥰 Even though she's supposed to be our self-insert, I found myself really enjoying reading her thoughts, observing her reactions to other characters' shenanigans (like her 'I do not see' to the members plan of faking their identity to bail Citron out lol) and just....her personality. Trying not to digress here but she has a lot more personality than other MCs in these joseimuke games and it makes her interactions with others not only bearable but even enjoyable. I'm not saying that this is what a perfect MC looks like or that she's superior to bland self-inserts. After all, it depends on the story, gameplay and other things. It's just a nice bonus I'm very grateful for. I mean, I got really emotional when Izumi performed with the other staff members all of the plays the actors have put out so far for the first anniversary. Her realizing she gained a new dream for her lost one just really took my heart, broke it in thousand pieces and then mended it again.

I also love A3! songs ❤ I did wonder how they would work in this franchise since it's not about idols but actors, though I guess there was nothing to worry about. I really like the duets because it's always a different duo and hearing them singing together, harmonizing with each other, complimenting each other, just fills me with undescribable joy. Of course the songs also slap pretty much every time. Even by limiting my options to 1 troupe, I still wouldn't be able to pick only one favourite (I like the majority of Winter's song tho, like Shoutai is just 🤌 and my sibling blasted Unmasked non-stop so I can't get it outta my head anymore). Gosh, I was so excited for 'Double Solitaire' since it would complete trilogy of the Hyodosakas singing together. I was really looking forward to getting all the songs and I was even saving up for Summer Troupe's 6th play.

If I had to describe the game A3! in one word, it'd be "charming". Coming to game itself, there are so many little quirks, that on their own aren't anything groundbreaking or big but together give the game its own flair. Live 2D is pretty common to see nowdays in games because it brings the characters to life through movements like 3D models. But I think A3! is able to illustrate it just as well, if not even better with their 2D sprites. Citron moonwalked by flipping the image over and sliding across the screen, Hisoka appeared out of nowhere by coming from above the screen, they do a little jump when they're happy, they go down a bit when they're sad. And that's just things with their whole sprite. The little drops when Tsuzuru finds himself in an awkward situation or is worried, the little note when Sakuya is happy, the hearts when Kazunari is lowkey flirting with Izumi, it's so cute! Or Omi's O.O face, Taichi's crying face (the usual one, not his face when he cried out of guilt of betraying Mankai), Yuki's done expression, H O M A R E AHA! They each have at least one personalized expression and also quote. Can you hear Kazunari's Yoropiko~☆, Citron's humming, Taichi's loud ass whining and scream of terror, Tsumugi's awkawrd laugh? It's brimming with life.

But also the UI (?how it looks) is joyful. The main screen's background cascading shapes changes depending from which Troupe your current character is from, the loading screen has sakura petals and a bird, the colors are very bright and saturated fitting to the overall color palette of the whole game, the little notebook during practice showing all the necessary infomation and a little sketch by the characters. It's just really charming.

As frustrating as it was, not getting halloween Tsuzuru after 110 pulls or Valentine Omi after 120, it was my first time ever understanding why gachas are called hellholes. Through my strong connections to the characters, their cards automatically appealed to me more. But the art is also so good???? Azuma is always looking flawless obviously but Omi's unbloomed Wolf card, where he is standing in the sunset looking at his camera or Kazunari's Shinobi card, unbloomed all concentrated on his panting and bloomed all shiny smiling like the fireworks in the background? Breathtaking everytime. I also appreciate it not needing multiple copies to unlock the whole backstage story.

I think I'm slowly running out of things to say, which might be good for whoever managed to come this far. I have to say though, A3! helped me through the pandemic. Being a perfect distraction to the world's chaos and more importantly my crushing schoolwork and worries for personal future. I'm a very pessimistic person but seeing the characters overcoming their hardships through the help of their to-be "family" and just being happy doing trouble, gave me a little hope and light for a bit every day. I came to cherish everyone, even those I like the least. I haven't felt like this since Mystic Messenger, which was also a game, that helped me through a difficult time. I can only wish to a shooting star, that it's not the end for the EN Server yet. While yes, the JP server is thriving and I could just switch to reading fantranslation, through my experience, my enjoyment considerably sinks playing like that and I wish to fully enjoy A3!.

Anyways thanks for reading (maybe again). Sorry for all the possible errors on the way here. I'm writing everything directly without too much thought. If you want, you can also share your experiences in the comments. It's always nice to share good memories with others.

Edit: I accidentally posted it already but I wasn't actually done 😓 When I said I had a lot to let out, I meant A LOT

#a3!#i will never forget a3!#in the end i never managed to get halloween and groom Tsuzuru

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