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Heyy could u write a greg house x reader

Shes a doctor or prob a surgeon and its like season 1 ep 13 , she gets sick and needs a heart transplant or something like that but she doesn’t want to then house convinces her coz he likes her and house lies for her so she can get the transplant and they used to flirt before and all but after that they confess about liking each other and start dating ☺️ thanks

IM SOO SORRYYY SCHOOL STARTED AGAINNN SOO LESS TIME FOR WRITE FANFIC BUT I WILL TRY WRITE FOR EVERY WEDNESDAY AND WEEKEND <33

Surgeon!FemReader x Gregory House

You had already noticed unusual signs for several weeks. At first, it was just fatigue. Nothing more. You convinced yourself it was due to your endless hours in the operating room, those sleepless nights that kept piling up. Just a bit of exhaustion, something every surgeon knows well. But the palpitations intensified, followed by slight dizziness, then that crushing sensation in your chest, as if your own heart was fighting against you. You eventually ran a series of tests, discreetly, hoping it was nothing.

But the results didn’t lie: severe dilated cardiomyopathy. Your heart, your most precious instrument, the one that allowed you to save lives day after day, was betraying you. But you refused to believe it.

Today, as you sat in House’s office, surrounded by his diagnostic team, you were desperately searching for a way out, an alternative explanation. Something that would prove this was all a mistake. After all, you were a doctor, you knew diagnoses were never infallible.

"I want your opinion," you finally said, crossing your arms as if to shield yourself from what was coming next. "I did my own tests, but I want to be sure. Maybe I'm too involved to see things clearly."

House looked up, intrigued by your direct tone. "Too involved? You mean, too much in denial."

Cameron stepped forward to review your results, her eyes scanning every detail. "The echocardiograms clearly show dilatation of the heart chambers. You already have a heart murmur, you’ve felt it, haven’t you?"

You frowned, hesitating to respond. Of course you had felt it. But admitting it would make everything more real.

"I want to believe it’s something else," you murmured, your voice betraying, for the first time, a hint of vulnerability. "I’m a surgeon. I can’t... afford to have a failing heart."

Foreman shook his head, pragmatic as always. "You can’t afford not to act either. If you let this get worse, you won’t even have the chance to enter the operating room next time."

You looked away, your throat tight. Fear was rising inside you, a fear you hadn’t felt in a long time. You had always been able to control everything, every incision, every move. But now, it was your own body slipping through your fingers.

House, as always, wasted no time twisting the knife.

"It’s fascinating. You’d rather believe that all this will resolve itself, as if your heart is just going to miraculously decide to heal. Spoiler alert: it won’t." He tilted his head, scrutinizing your face. "But I’m curious. Why consult my team if you’ve already done the tests yourself? Looking for validation or an excuse to do nothing?"

His sarcasm irritated you, but you knew he was right. "Because I want... I want to be sure."

"Sure of what? That you’re dying? Let me confirm it for you, you are. Now that’s settled, we can move on to the next step: you’re refusing the only solution that could save you because you’re afraid of losing control. Interesting, but not surprising."

"I’m not afraid," you retorted, more to convince yourself than to answer him.

House didn’t believe you for a second. He moved closer, leaning his cane against the edge of his desk.

"You’re lying to yourself." His gaze pierced through yours, as if he could see past all your defenses. "You’ve seen how many transplants fail. But you’ve also seen how many succeed. So why condemn yourself when you know you have a chance to make it?"

Silence fell over the room. His words struck you deeper than you wanted to admit. You had spent months running from this reality, pretending it was just a passing episode. But here you were, sitting in front of specialists who left you no escape. That’s when House chose to play his final card.

"I’m going to ask you a very simple question." He sat back behind his desk, tapping the file of his favorite patient: you. "Do you want to die just to stay loyal to your own arrogance? Or do you want to live long enough to annoy me even more?"

You felt a strange warmth rising to your cheeks. House hadn’t spoken those words with his usual cynicism. It was subtle, almost imperceptible, but you knew he genuinely cared about you. And that thought unsettled you more than anything else.

You lowered your eyes to your trembling hands. You were a surgeon, a strong person. Yet, for the first time in a long while, you felt vulnerable. And House had seen it from the very beginning.

The silence in House’s office was heavy after the intense discussion about your condition. The diagnosis was now certain: a heart transplant was your only chance. Yet, one question remained, one that had been haunting you. If you were really going to undergo this operation, there was only one person you trusted enough to put your life in their hands: House.

So, in a rare moment of vulnerability, you took a deep breath and asked the question you had been dreading from the start.

"I want it to be you. You’ll be my surgeon."

The team exchanged stunned glances. House, however, remained silent for a moment, his piercing blue eyes fixed on you. Then he let out a dry laugh.

"Me? No. Bad idea. Very bad idea."

You frowned, stung by his reaction. "Why? You’re one of the best doctors I know."

House straightened up, pressing his cane against the floor before fixing you with an unusually serious look. "I’m not a surgeon. I diagnose. I play with ideas, I take risks, but I don’t hold a scalpel over living patients. I don’t do surgeries."

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. He was so confident, so skilled at solving impossible cases, and yet, here in front of you, he seemed hesitant. You stepped closer to him, determined to understand.

"Are you afraid of messing up?" you asked, your voice low but sharp.

House let out a sarcastic laugh, but you sensed a certain nervousness behind his tone. "No, I’m afraid of killing someone because of my damn leg and my trembling hands. If you want someone to do this surgery without screwing it up, ask a real surgeon."

His rejection hurt you deeply. You had opened up to him, and he was pushing you away without a moment’s hesitation. You felt anger rising within you, mixed with the pain of a feeling you didn’t want to name.

"I thought I could trust you," you whispered, your eyes burning with disappointment. "But I see I was wrong."

Before he could respond, you turned on your heels and left the office, leaving House and the team behind. The sound of your footsteps echoed in the empty hallway as you walked towards your own uncertain future. Your heart was pounding painfully, both physically and emotionally. He had rejected you when you had offered him your fragile trust.

A few days later, you found yourself in the pre-op room, your face calm, but your mind in turmoil with conflicting emotions. You had finally accepted the transplant, even though it terrified you. Another surgeon had been assigned for the operation, a competent colleague, but not House. His refusal still haunted you, the abrupt way he had pushed you away, as if your life meant nothing to him.

The medical team busied themselves around you, but all you could hear was a dull hum, lost in your thoughts. An anesthesiologist approached, and as you lay down on the operating table, a strange sense of calm washed over you.

Then, in the haze of preparation, something caught your attention. A voice, familiar, behind the masks and caps.

"Start the anesthesia. We’re going ahead with the transplant."

You weakly opened your eyes. It was House.

Your heart skipped a beat, as if, even before the surgery, he already knew how to unsettle you. You tried to move, to speak, but the anesthesia was already taking effect. Everything became blurry, but you heard his voice clearly, that deep, slightly rough voice that comforted you despite yourself.

"Sleep now, it'll be fine. You’ll be alive to yell at me later."

Then total darkness.

You woke up in a hospital room. The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, and you felt a dull ache in your chest. But more than that, you felt your heart beating. A new heart. A strange sensation, both comforting and unsettling.

You slowly turned your head, and to your surprise, you saw House sitting in the corner of the room, his gaze fixed on you. He looked exhausted, as if he hadn’t slept in days. His eyes locked on yours with a new intensity, almost worried.

"I knew you were stubborn, but you really outdid yourself this time," he said, without a hint of humor.

You looked at him, still too weak to speak. Then, slowly, you remembered what had happened before the surgery. He had refused. You had been hurt. But now, he was here.

"You... operated on me?" you finally murmured, your voice hoarse.

House gave a slight nod, avoiding your gaze for a moment. "Yeah. I didn’t really have a choice, apparently. Everyone’s incompetent except me." But there was something else in his voice, an unspoken admission.

You tried to sit up, but the pain in your chest made you wince. House immediately stood up and moved closer to you. "Take your time. Don’t be stupid."

You stared at him, still in shock from what you had just discovered. "Why? Why did you do it when you said you didn’t want to?"

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Because..." He paused, searching for the right words. That wasn’t like him. "Because I couldn’t let another surgeon kill you. If someone was going to save you or lose you, it had to be me."

He looked straight into your eyes, and this time, you saw the fear behind his usual cynicism. The fear of losing you, the fear of failing. It wasn’t just about the surgery, it was about feelings, the ones he didn’t want to admit, but which were so clear in that suspended moment.

"You were scared," you said softly, a slight smile on your lips. House looked away, grumbling. "I’m not afraid of anything. I’m just smarter than everyone else."

But you knew. You knew he had taken this risk because he cared about you, even if he would never say it outright. You placed your hand on his, a simple gesture, but one that spoke for you. And, against all odds, he didn’t pull his hand away.

The days following the surgery were filled with moments of uncertainty and relief. Each steady beat of your new heart was a promise that life would go on, a victory against fate. But something lingered, like a palpable tension between you and House. He came to see you almost every day, always with his usual sarcasm, but something had changed.

That morning, you woke up with the same familiar pain in your chest, but this time it was different — the pain of healing. You slowly sat up in your bed, observing the soft light filtering through the hospital curtains. Your body was still weak, but each day felt like a small victory. And despite the fatigue, you were more clear-headed than ever.

The door to your room opened gently, and of course, House walked in, leaning on his cane with that familiar limp you knew so well. He stared at you for a moment, as if assessing your condition, then casually remarked:

"How’s my favorite patient? Still alive, apparently."

You managed a smile, even though part of you still wondered why he could never be serious for more than a few seconds. "I’m doing well, Greg. And you know it."

He raised an eyebrow at the sound of his name. That wasn’t something you used often. Usually, you always called him "House," like everyone else.

He came closer and sat in the chair next to your bed, letting out a sigh. "Well, that’s good news. I would have hated to explain to the team that I messed up my best patient. That would be bad for my reputation."

You knew he used humor to mask something deeper. A silence settled in, almost comfortable, but filled with unspoken words.

"Why did you decide to operate on me?" you finally asked, breaking the silence. "I hurt you when I asked, but you did it anyway."

House looked away, as he often did when faced with a question that was too personal. He tapped his cane against the floor, searching for words or perhaps a way to sidestep the answer.

"It was a challenge. I couldn’t let another surgeon handle such a complex operation, especially on someone as annoying as you." He smiled, but his gaze betrayed something else, something more sincere. "And I guess I was a little afraid you’d slip away from me."

This confession took you by surprise. You knew House wasn’t the type to openly express his emotions, especially not with such direct words. You watched him in silence, your thoughts swirling. He had taken a huge risk by operating on you, not just medically, but emotionally.

"I’m not going to slip away from you, Greg," you murmured. "Not now."

His eyes settled on you, softer than usual. "Not now," he repeated, almost to himself.

Initially, it was supposed to be temporary. Just long enough for you to fully recover from the surgery, for your body to adjust to the new heart, and for you to be closely monitored, "just in case." House had insisted, almost casually, on this option.

"It would be stupid to leave you alone. If something goes wrong, I’d rather have you in my sight, not on the other side of town," he had said, as if the decision was purely pragmatic.

You had hesitated. Living at House's, even temporarily, seemed risky, given the complexity of your relationship. But somewhere, you felt that beneath his usual cynicism, he genuinely cared about you. So you had agreed, thinking it would last just a few days, maybe a week or two.

The first night at his place was strange. His apartment, which you had visited a few times before, felt more welcoming than you had imagined. A blend of old and modern, of perfectly organized chaos, typical of House. Medical books stacked everywhere, piano sheets scattered about, whiskey bottles casually left on the coffee table. You felt like an intruder in his space, but he made no effort to make you feel otherwise.

"Make yourself at home. I don’t have silk pillows or almond milk, but there’s unlimited Ibuprofen," he had said, settling onto his couch with a glass of whiskey.

That first night was calm. House kept an eye on you from the corner of his gaze, even though he pretended to be absorbed in an old documentary. Despite the strangeness of the situation, a certain serenity had settled in.

The next day, as you began to get used to this new arrangement, someone knocked at the door. You weren’t expecting visitors, especially not this early in the morning. House, already up (for once), went to open it, and you immediately recognized the familiar voice of James Wilson.

"Hey, House, I brought donuts. I wanted to talk to you about a case..." His voice cut off abruptly as he entered the living room and saw you sitting on the couch, a cup of tea in hand.

The silence that followed was almost comical. Wilson looked at you, then at House, then back at you, as if he had stumbled upon a scene he couldn’t quite comprehend.

"What the... ? What are you doing here?"

You gave a slight smile, a bit embarrassed, while House, completely unfazed, grabbed one of the boxes of donuts that Wilson had brought.

"She lives here. Well, temporarily," House replied before taking a bite out of a donut, as if the situation was perfectly normal.

Wilson stood there, speechless for several seconds. "You... you let her live with you? You?"

House shrugged. "It’s easier for post-operative monitoring. And besides, she’s not unbearable. Well, not all the time."

Wilson blinked, still in shock. He slowly sat down on a chair, setting down the other box of donuts. "That... that’s so unlike you, Greg."

"Well, maybe I’ve changed. Or maybe it’s just convenient." House made a dismissive gesture, but you could see that even for him, this situation was still new.

Wilson gave you a questioning look, searching for answers. You simply shrugged, an amused smile on your lips. "It’s temporary, really."

Wilson shook his head, clearly disturbed but also amused. "If you tell me he let you choose a movie last night, I think I’m going to faint."

You laughed lightly, and even House cracked a small smile, despite himself. The tension slowly faded, and Wilson relaxed, even though he continued to shoot you incredulous glances from time to time.

Days passed, and what was supposed to be a temporary arrangement stretched on longer than expected. There was no specific date for your departure, and House didn’t seem in a hurry to see you go. In fact, he even seemed to enjoy your presence, even if he categorically refused to admit it.

One evening, as you settled into the couch with a blanket over your knees, House sat down next to you without a word. He turned on the TV and flipped through channels until he found an old black-and-white movie. It had become a routine: you spent the evenings together, sometimes in silence, sometimes exchanging sarcastic comments about what you were watching.

It was in this tranquility that Wilson made his second appearance at House's place.

"I brought wine," he announced as he walked in, looking noticeably more comfortable with the situation this time.

You smiled, shifting a bit to make room for him. House raised an eyebrow. "Wine? Since when do you bring wine to my place?"

Wilson shrugged. "I thought we could celebrate... I don’t know, this strange normality?" He glanced at you as if to make sure everything was okay.

The evening went off without a hitch. The wine flowed, sarcasm flew, and Wilson, despite his more serious habits, allowed himself to be caught up in the relaxed atmosphere. The movies changed on the screen, but soon it was the discussions that took over.

"I have to say, I’m still surprised you let her stay," Wilson remarked, casting a glance at House.

House, lounging casually on the couch, responded without really looking at Wilson. "It’s not so bad. She doesn’t bother me too much. Unlike you."

Wilson rolled his eyes. "I bring you wine, I do my best not to invade your space, and this is how you thank me."

You laughed, shaking your head. "He doesn’t know how to do anything else, James. You know him."

"That’s true," Wilson replied with a smile. "But anyway, I’m glad you’re recovering well. He seems to be taking good care of you."

You turned to House, who was clearly avoiding your gaze. "He’s doing what he can," you said softly, but with a smile in your voice.

House pretended not to hear, focusing on the television. But in his silences, you could feel that he was getting used to this new life.

Days passed, and what was supposed to be a temporary living arrangement quietly settled into a routine. Little by little, you had begun to integrate into House's daily life, and he, without a word, had allowed you to do so.

One evening, after a long day at the hospital, you got home before him. House had sent you a terse message: "I’ll be late. Bistro operation in the kitchen." You smiled at his words, already imagining what that meant.

Tired but determined not to let it get you down, you began rummaging through House's kitchen cabinets. He had everything, but nothing was in its place. A controlled chaos that, surprisingly, made sense to you. You grabbed some vegetables and an old skillet, determined to prepare something before his return. The kitchen was a place where you could lose yourself in simple tasks, away from the complexities of your work as a surgeon.

A few dozen minutes later, as you were focused on a sauce you were preparing, the door opened. House entered, looking tired but intrigued by the aromas wafting from the kitchen.

"Are you pretending to be a chef now?" he said as he approached you.

You smiled without turning around, continuing to stir the sauce. "I thought it would be a change from pizza boxes and whiskey."

House leaned in slightly to smell what you were making, nodding his head in approval. "I suppose that works for me. But if it’s bad, you’ll hear me complain for days."

You chuckled softly, knowing very well he meant it half-seriously. He made no attempt to push you away from the kitchen; on the contrary, he grabbed a knife and started slicing the bread, his movements precise despite the cane that always lingered nearby.

The scene was almost domestic. House, with his usual sarcasm, and you, focused on your sauce. You didn’t talk much, but the silence wasn’t uncomfortable. There was a certain peace in these simple moments. You sensed that he was getting used to this new dynamic, even though he was still incapable of admitting it out loud.

"I have to admit," he finally said, slicing a piece of bread, "you’re not doing too badly for a surgeon. Maybe it’s time to change careers."

You gave him an amused look. "You say that now, but just wait until you taste it."

"Oh, I fully intend to critique every bite."

He was smiling slightly, but you could feel the bond growing a little stronger with each shared meal, each simple task completed together.

It had been a long time since you had left the operating room, but you didn’t miss your home at all, and House understood that... well, House is House.

A few weeks later, after several similar evenings, you had finally made official what was happening between you. It hadn’t been a grand romantic declaration, far from it. As with everything involving House, things had evolved naturally, in a sort of unspoken agreement that was becoming clearer and clearer. One evening, as you were both settled on the couch, he had placed his hand over yours, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Do you mind if we drop the ‘temporary’?" he asked, his eyes fixed on the television screen.

You felt your heart race, even though the question was posed in that casual tone that characterized him. You squeezed his hand slightly in response, your smile overshadowing the answer you didn’t even need to say. Indeed, it was his way of asking you to be his girlfriend.

The following Monday, things were different, but not enough to shake up the universe of Princeton-Plainsboro. You had decided to keep nothing hidden, but without making it a topic of conversation. After all, it was impossible to hide anything from House’s team.

Wilson, of course, was the first to react. When he saw you enter the hospital together that morning, he furrowed his brow, an expression somewhere between amusement and surprise.

"So, it’s official? You finally made it official?"

True to form, House simply rolled his eyes. "Officially? If it makes you happy to label it that way, then yes."

Wilson smiled, a little too pleased with himself. "I knew this would happen, but I have to say, it’s impressive that you held out this long before admitting it."

You couldn’t help but chuckle softly, amused by the dynamic between the two friends. "He has his moments of resistance," you added jokingly.

But the real test came when you arrived in the diagnostic room, where House’s team was already gathered. Chase, Cameron, and Foreman were discussing a new case, but they all looked up when you walked in together.

Chase was the first to react, his eternal smirk in place. "Oh, I see. That’s why we all stayed until midnight last week. You had ‘personal’ plans."

House stopped, crossing his arms with a piercing look. "You’re right, Chase. And if you keep talking, you’ll end up with the chore of sanding the autopsy room again. Unless, of course, you want to find yourself a social life."

Foreman cracked a playful smile while Cameron seemed half-surprised, half-envious. "So... you’re together?" she asked with a mix of shyness and curiosity.

You exchanged a glance with House. You hadn’t discussed how you were going to handle this with the rest of the team, but it seemed it was already out in the open.

"Yes," you replied simply, with confidence. "We’re together."

Without missing a beat, House added with a smirk, "But don’t worry. It’s not going to affect my desire to make your lives miserable."

You had gotten into the habit of cooking together from time to time, even though House continued to tease you about your culinary skills. You also spent many quiet evenings talking about everything and nothing or simply watching movies in silence.

One evening, as you were chopping vegetables in the kitchen, House approached you and set a glass of wine on the counter.

"Looks like we’ve become boring, huh?"

You laughed softly, setting down the knife. "If that’s what you call boring, I’m perfectly fine with that."

He looked at you, a smile softer than usual on his lips. "Well, as long as you’re okay with it, I guess I can get used to the boredom."

It was the first time he admitted, without sarcasm or dark humor, that he enjoyed this new life together. And you knew that behind his facade was a man deeply attached, even if he showed it in his own way.

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hooked-on-elvis · 1 month ago

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I'm shocked (not really, but it's shocking to hear this anyway) to learn that at some point in life Priscilla sued Marty Lacker for a money Elvis gave him. She dropped the lawsuit when Marty counterclaimed it. Marty says "She messed with the wrong guy, but she was trying to use me as a test case against the other guys. She is a lovely person."

(1) February 25-26, 1965: Elvis signing autographs for fans in Nashville while he was in town for the recording session for the "Harum Scarum" movie soundtrack. Marty Lacker is seen by Elvis' side.

YOUTUBE - INTERVIEW WITH MARTY LACKER BY JOE KREIN PART 3 (out of 4) (go to 30:00 to listen his story about the lawsuit by Priscilla)

Now, this is just my personal comments on this but for all I've learned about Marty Lacker so far I believe he had the best interests at heart concerning Elvis. He helped EP with his music career A LOT. The way he puts it, it seems he worried with Elvis' name in the business because: 1. Marty knew EP had so much to offer (as everybody else knew), so much talent to go to waste on unworthy movies and its soundtracks and on general commercially weak songs, and 2. I bet it wasn't funny to see people mocking his friend for the kind of music and movies Elvis was making. Marty, as well as some other Memphis Mafia guys, worried about Elvis' personal satisfaction and well-being for multiple reasons... maybe not all of them being selfless but I still believe they did care about Elvis as a friend and human being even if they had hidden interests and whatever was the nature of them.

Now, all of those guys (all the people) around EP were seeing him killing himself little by little while trying to numb the disturbing thoughts in his mind and the sorrow in his soul... they were witnessing all of the sad incidents happening over the years where Elvis would end up hurting himself or almost dead. Marty was one of the few people that would go against Colonel Parker when he convinced Elvis to try something new for his career, something that would end up giving Elvis a great refreshing moment in his life, something he was hoping for deep down but somehow couldn't imagine how to make it happen himself and the ones who were in the place to advice him were too busy with their own personal agendas to care about the King's aspirations for his career.

Marty was the one to manage getting Elvis into the American Sound studio (later at the Stax too), and Marty was also the one to recommend the Sweet Inspirations to work on Elvis' concerts. Just by that alone, ALONE, could you really think Marty deserved a lawsuit for a money Priscilla didn't even need? I mean, where is the gratitude to some of the close friends of the man she allegedly says she loved?

As he said in the same interview, Marty was no saint… he wasn't a leech either. There was a time when Elvis lent him some money and Marty paid him back some time later, so Elvis was deeply touched by it because normally no one would pay him back ever! That shows something, right?

Maybe I don't know enough yet because I'm relatively a new born in the Elvis fandom, and I absolutely don't agree with every statement I've listened/read coming from Marty but in general I see him as one of the good guys from the Memphis Mafia bunch. I mean, every story has two sides. Maybe Priscilla sued Marty after being counselled to do so by some lawyer she had, like she was when she decided take Elvis to the court again in 1973, asking for more money after the divorce settlement had been set in 1972 - and by this I mean she could've been convinced to sue Marty instead of having the idea herself, which at least would make things a little less awful. But any reason she had to do that, I mean... why? There's things in life we just don't do. Even if she didn't personally liked the guy (and we know from Elvis' friends the ones she really liked were Joe Esposito and Jerry Schilling), she had to admit Marty was a great contributor to the Elvis Presley estate from which she benefits until today. I think for all Marty did for Elvis' career it's reasonable to think that any money he could've borrowed from EP would have already made its way back into the Presley's bank account in other ways. Maybe a little bit of gratitude and respect to him wouldn't hurt. I mean, I'm not totally against Priscilla... in some ways I can understand her, I really can, but not on this. Not when it comes to her greediness.

I just wonder what would Elvis think.

(2) The Presley's wedding day, February 1, 1967. Marty with Elvis and Priscilla.

FURTHER INFO: On July 17 1973, "in the papers presented to the court Priscilla's new attorney seeks to set aside the original divorce settlement." - Excerpt from 'Elvis Day by Day' by Peter Guralnick and Ernst Jorgensen. Now in addition to what has been agreed on the August 1972 divorce settlement, from the 1973 new settlement Priscilla would also receive, among other things, Spousal support, additional $625,000 (in cash) to the original $100.000 agreed and 5% of Elvis' royalties.

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12-seconds-to-live · 1 year ago

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Laniel.jpg and Charlotte

Pairing: DR3 x LN4 x F1 female driver

Warnings: none, just my happiness with Daniel and Lando

NICE AIRPORT - TERMINAL 1 @15:20

"You look cute today" I stop looking to my phone to look at Lando. Well, that's new

"You say it like it's weird of me using a dress"

"It is" He smiled

"I'm gonna ignore you from now on"

"It's not common, even when we go to parties you use jeans, so, I have a point"

"The real point here is that we are in the middle of the summer and if I put a raw egg on the floor it will cook"

"But what about the jet? It's going to be cold in there"

"I have my enchanté sweater" Lando made a loud gasp "It has cute peaches and it's purple"

"I sent you a full box of my merch last month, mean"

"Cry about it, Daniel thinks that I have a pretty face so everybody is going to see me in the new enchanté collection"

"Really?"

"Yeah, I asked him months ago, even I helped with the design of one of the pieces"

"Well, congratulations. You should look who's coming" I turn my head and a very smiley Daniel Ricciardo was walking to our direction

"You knew?"

"I invited him to flight with us, I know how important you were for him these moths away from racing so I..." I interrupted him with a hug and a kiss in the cheek

"You're the best, Norris" Lando didn't expect that reaction, now he can feel his cheeks burning

I got up and run to Daniel. After Silverstone, I decided to wait for Danny's test with Pirelli. After he finished a call from Helmut Marko was all we need to know that he got the seat for the rest of the season. Even if I have a good relationship with the australian, I organized a few days off with Lando, Max, Nyck, some frineds and myself to let Nyck know that we're his friends and friends support each other.

"It's been only a week, you know?" He said laughing

"I don't care, I'm happy. These past 7 months had been like going on a rollercoaster over and over again so, you know. Even if it's AlphaTauri, you have your way back home, you never left, you just have to travel the world over in search of what you need and then return to find it"

"I know Char and thank you for everything" His eyes got glossy so I hug him "Do you like my design?" He said ponting to his sweater

"No, it is..." I gasp

"Yes, kiddo. Tommorrow a million boys are going to see you wearing the new collection"

"Ha ha, funny, you know that I have my eyes on someone"

"Someone a bit brainless. Hey Lando, I guess you were waiting for me"

"Yeah, let's go"

Once in the airplane

"I have to say that this is a very important moment and pretty faces like yours should be able to broke the internet" I said taking Lando's camera and pinting to them "New wallpapers for your fans"

They looked at each other and start with their goofiness and well... I guess they really missed each other. Maybe Carlos and I have competition.

"We are pretty good looking guys, you know?" Daniel said with a smile on his face

"Even you could use us as your wallpaper" said Lando

"Good offer but nothing can beat my photo with Tom Holland" I said with a side smile and ready to take a nap before we arrive in Budapest

"When are you gonna tell her how you feel?" asked Daniel looking at Lando

"I don't know what are you talking about" he answer looking at the mirror

"Kids, always scared of love"

DRIVE TO SURVIVE EP.4 S.6 NICE GUYS ALWAYS COME BACK

"Hello Charlotte"

"Hi Netflix, can I have some tea? I been walking around doing interviews and stuff and I couldn't finish my lunch"

"Sure, mint?"

"Yes, please" I smile to the interviewer "We can't start, I'll wait for the tea"

"Ok, what were you doing when the news drop?"

"Oh, ha ha, I was with the main character. I can do anything, even work as emotional supporter, PR, car mechanic, you know" one member of the staff approached me with the cup of tea "Thank you"

"How do you feel about this?"

I made a pause thinking and trying not to burn my lips "I think that this a great moment to tell you what happen after Abu Dabi. Well, I sign my contract with McLaren, I was feeling bad about the decision, just for Danny and I spent the night with him and his girlfriend just talking and at some point we got more serious and I just told him and without knowing about Red Bull: What is a home if not the first place you learn yo run from?"

I smiled to the camera "Then he told me about the third driver offer and I felt different, by the time he leave in 2018 I guess that he felt that he was destroying everything and he just needed to slip quietly to the back door without causing to much noise and then not stop running. And maybe that was he needed more than what he really wanted, let go the feeling of wanted to go back and remember what you once had and what you once where "

"But then I told him that it's funny that the feeling of leave home and being far away make us wander our choices but for Danny is something else. He's back home and ready to no longer remember which tale of his past is true and which is an invention. Outside he's the same on the inside he's the same kid that leave Australia looking for a dream"

"I guess he's your favourite person between the drivers" asked the producer

"No, Daniel is my brother and I know he feels the same about me"

📍Budapest

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landonorris We’re photographers. We’re back.

📸: @charlotterjones

user1 ARE YOU KIDDING ME. STOP THIS CUTENESS

f1mia need a landan.jpg account plz

charlotterjones This is a piece of art ❤️

landonorris including the photographer danielricciardo our favourite girl

user2 "dude we’re getting the band back together״

user3 we missed daniel button --->

I got inspired! This little story is linked with my current story called (Un)Lost

Hope you like it!

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dropthedemiurge · 10 months ago

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Love for Love's Sake | Messages you didn't notice #4-5

Compiling whole posts about each episode takes more time but since we're getting finale tomorrow(?) and I didn't notice any other details that weren't explained in Ep 5, I decided to just quickly translate messages that Myungha shows on his phone up until Episode 5 (from Unknown number and also chatting with Yeowoon) ^^

// Previous messages translation + other language moments here //

(Yeowoon in his tsundere era) [YW: Don't come to see me (at race)] [MH: Oh? Then I can come to see you at your practice?] [Let me know what time is your competition~] [Yeowoon-ah, u busy?] [Have you eaten?] [File sent: Image (1)] [File sent: Image (2)] (what did he sent?! we never knew!) (Yeowoon keeps not responding) [Yewoon-ah, listen...] [I have an urgent situation!!!!] (MH rewrote it and sent without !!!) [Yewoon-ah why are you not answering me] [Yewoon-ah it's an emergency] [it's a crisis;;;] [it's a national crisis!!!]

Myungha used like 4 different words for 'emergency', boy was so desperate to keep in touch with his bias xD (These are messages from ep 3-4)

Then there was a "see you later, it takes 1 hour to get to the island" and "i went to the orientation with coach, see you tomorrow", to which Myungha responded with "ah, okay, got it, be safe and see you tomorrow" =)

The messages from an unknown number (see previous posts, link above, for the first message)

[Are you getting along with your friends? If you fight, Santa won't bring you any gifts] [I broke a vase that was a gift from you. Can it be repaired?] [In May, there is Children's Day, Parents' Day, there is even Teacher's Day but there is no Day when I can meet you] [I was passing by and saw a bracelet that you used to wear long time ago. It reminded me of you. I wonder if you still wear that bracelet.] [I broke a vase that was a gift from you. Can it be repaired?] (second time)

And here I revoke my theory that these are messages from the Author sunbae, the first texts felt like comments but then they feel more like someone's longing thoughts. Hmmm! What are they? Anyone?

But also the translation in the episode confuses me because the 'why do you dress like that?' is shown when there is a 'bracelet' message, but I can't understand how it can be translated this differently.

Myungha keeps thinking these are messages that are sent by mistake, and I can definitely understand why. I'm dying to know the meaning (but I loved the Santa message lol)

#love for love's sake #love for love's sake comments #love for love's sake meta #lfls #kbl #korean drama #korean bl #bl series #dropthemeta

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ceruleanskies48 · 4 months ago

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Dead Mothers of BES pt. 4 (Mizu)

Mizu, Taigen, Akemi, and Ringo are very different characters, but the two things they all have in common are shitty fathers and dead mothers (at least from our Season 1 knowledge). The shitty fathers part is pretty self-explanatory, but let’s dig into what we know about their dead mothers and what we might speculate.

Part 1: Akemi's mom

Part 2: Ringo's mom

Part 3: Taigen's mom

To close out this series, let's talk about the elephant in the room, Mizu's (biological) mom.

How do we know she’s dead?

At the end of Ep. 8, Fowler says that one of the remaining white men (Skeffington or Routely) killed Mizu’s mother. While it’s true Fowler could be lying, I personally don’t think he is. This is the piece of information he leads with when trying to convince Mizu not to kill him, so it’d be very risky if it were false. He doesn’t know what Mizu knows, so if her mom were alive and she knew that, she would just kill him for lying. In addition, if Mizu’s mom were alive, it would be more advantageous for Fowler to say that and dangle information about her whereabouts to entice Mizu to keep him alive.

When did she die?

Assuming Fowler is telling the truth, she died at the time of the fire we see at the beginning of Ep. 3, when Mizu was an infant, assassins were sent to kill her, and she was passed to her maid to be put into hiding. Presumably her mother was killed shortly before or after that scene.

How did she die?

Either the assassins killed her, Skeffington/Routely personally killed her, or she died in the fire.

What was she like?

The fact that she had a maid taking care of Mizu suggests that she was well-off. This is also implied by the fact that the maid was paid to hide Mizu. The maid did so for 5 years (according to the character designers, Mizu was 6 when she met Swordfather, at which point her hair had grown back, so she must have been around 5 when the hut burned down since she was bald at the time), but the maid was likely paid enough to support them for all of Mizu’s childhood if she had not become addicted to opium.

Mizu’s mom was most likely married to someone of the same race since she was able to carry the pregnancy to term and give birth without issue. This presumably would have been very scandalous if she were unmarried. Mizu thinks her mother was raped, but it’s more likely her parents were in love given that her mother took great risks in going through with her pregnancy and had the means to terminate it.

If Mizu’s mom was Japanese, she must have been a noblewoman who fell in love with one of the white men. If she was white, she must have come to Japan with one of the four white men, perhaps as his wife or sister. In this case, her father was likely a very high-status Japanese nobleman given the size of the bounty put specifically on Mizu’s head. Assuming Fowler is telling the truth about either Skeffington or Routely killing her mom, it’s more likely that she was the wife of one of them, so the killing was motivated by betrayal at her infidelity.

The fact that Mizu was carried to term, not killed by her mother shortly afterward (once she saw her blue eyes), and put into hiding also implies that her mom loved her deeply. She knew her daughter’s existence and her blue eyes would cause huge trouble and danger for both of them, but she decided to keep Mizu anyway. This is also why I tend to believe Fowler that she’s dead. Given how much she loved Mizu and wanted to stay with her, it seems unlikely she wouldn’t have tried to find or contact Mizu if she were still alive.

#bes #bes mizu #blue eye samurai #mizu #mizu bes #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu's mother #dead mothers of bes #meta analysis #ceruleanskies #dead mother trope #bes season 2 speculation

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wanderingelvis · 2 years ago

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i was wondering (and totally lmk if i’m like spamming you i totally don’t mean to) if you could write a fic where elvis meets an innocent reader on the set of a movie.(the reader is an extra) and elvis begins to notice the readers little space habits and suspects it. one day, after overhearing some of the other male cast members make rude remarks about the reader and elvis decides it’s time to take the reader home where he can protect them. elvis calls the reader over to his trailer and starts to make the reader drop, so that he can take the reader home and be their daddy.

i loved this request sm that it’s gonna be a two-parter!! so here’s part 1! ✨

🧚🏻 Masterlist 🧚🏻

Word count: 3,101

Pairings: 70s CG!Elvis and Little F!Reader

Warnings: little space lifestyle, manipulation

It was your first proper job. The one that you were proud of, that your parents would tell their friends about and it was a lot of pressure.

You were the newest person to Elvis’ little performing circle and Elvis always made a point to get to know his band and performers - how else could he put on a successful performance if not everyone was on the same page and trusting each other?

After spending time alone with you and in a group setting, Elvis had his suspicions about you. You had all the qualities of someone with a little personality - docile, submissive, wide-eyed, easily overwhelmed and eager to please. Now, Elvis knew that this meant that you could just be sweet and innocent, adjusting to the chaos of his world, but Elvis figured that even if you were just that, the little lifestyle would certainly help you cope in dealing with all of it.

The first time Elvis really suspected anything was during a break in recording, when a stuffed animal fell out of your locker in front of everyone. You furiously tried to stuff it back in, hoping that no-one had seen, but you'd caught Elvis', Jerry and Sonny's eyes as well as a few others. Your cheeks heated a violent shade a pink, as you tried to sort yourself out, getting increasingly flustered and overwhelmed. As Elvis observed you from afar, he knew you couldn't look after yourself properly, someone was going to have to do it for you.

From then on, Elvis had quietly instructed Jerry to have someone watch over you, making sure you were okay and reporting back to Elvis.

Elvis had been told by Charlie that he’d spotted you in the park by the studios colouring pretty pictures under a tree, whilst Red had informed Elvis that you stopped past every stray cat in the lot, crouching down to speak to it, feed it if you could and stroke it.

Elvis knew you were a little angel sent straight from heaven and he knew he had to have you. Elvis devised a somewhat sinister little ploy to get him in your good graces, for you to see him in a caregiver light from your first proper encounter.

The fame and power that came with Elvis meant that all he needed to do was slip the security a $100 dollar bill and in exchange, he and his small entourage were given the keys to every locker. He only really trusted Jerry with this operation as he made Jerry break into your locker and retrieve your teddy bear from your locker and bring it to Elvis. Now, Elvis knew that his actions were going to cause you distress, but he figured that in the grand scheme of things, you’d be better off for it - that’s how Elvis liked to justify many of his less-than-moral escapades.

“Thanks, Jer.” Elvis said, grabbing the plush, brown teddy bear with a pink bow tie from Jerry who remained slightly confused at Elvis’ intentions.

“Now what, EP?” Jerry asked, curiously.

“Now, I’ll give it back to her when the timing is just right.” Elvis said, leaving Jerry just as bewildered. Jerry figured it was better to just let Elvis do whatever it was that he needed to do rather than question it. There was a method to his madness, Jerry tried to tell himself.

When you realised that your beloved and treasured teddy bear, Binky, was missing, it felt like your whole world had fallen apart - or at least the secure feeling of it that your teddy bear gave you.

You tried real hard not to let the sheer panic and distress seem obvious as you stood at your open locker, quietly hyperventilating that your most trusted teddy was gone. She was a reminder of home, that helped steady you when things where getting all a bit much for little, sweet you.

You began to pace the locker room, thinking maybe she’d fallen out of your bag somewhere and been misplaced but the panic inside of your tummy was growing as your started to realise she was nowhere to be seen.

You see, Elvis was watching you from a tall window above the entry locker room, from the top of a stairwell as your distress confirmed to him that you were indeed a little, even if you didn’t know it yet.

You tried to keep your composure as you went into rehearsals with Elvis and the rest of the crew. It was safe to say you were feeling very wobbly and nervous, your lost teddy bear playing persistently on your mind. You were worried you’d dropped her in a puddle or left her on the bus on the way to the studio, what if she was scared? You could’ve sworn that you’d put Binky in your locker along with your bag, but you knew your memory wasn’t the best and now you were just so confused, right before you had to go and record.

Sheepishly, you wandered into the studio where a couple of people were already set up and chatting. You walked over to your stool and microphone, sitting down and patiently and quietly waiting for Elvis and everyone else to appear.

You were trying to remain calm, you knew you needed to be a big girl right now, not crying over some silly bear, you just couldn’t help the anxious feeling that was creeping its way into your body.

When Elvis appeared he went around the small room greeting everyone, making sure they all felt comfortable and good - and that’s when he landed on you.

“Ready to record, Y/N?” Elvis asked in a surprisingly softer tone, a little more hushed than usual.

You offered a small smile and nod, your quiet demeanour making Elvis raise his eyebrow at you, even if he knew why you were quiet.

“Everythin’ alright honey?” Elvis asked gently.

“Just tired.” You mumbled albeit remaining very polite. Elvis nodded and continued on.

The recording was going well until your microphone fell from its stand as you tried to adjust it, causing a loud bang in the isolated room. You apologised skittishly, and you thought everything was going okay until you screwed up your lines, your brain just going fuzzy.

Feeling a little worked up, you apologised again, especially to Elvis, who just sent you a nod of acknowledgment before continuing.

When the horrendous session was finally through, you quietly began to gather your bearings and sort your equipment when you realised someone much taller had approached you.

“Y/N? Elvis would like to see you right away in his trailer.” A man, who you believed to be called Jerry, told you. You gulped, realising you were likely in for a big telling off after ruining several takes with your clumsy and distracted self.

You followed Jerry compliantly, you wouldn’t ever disobey any command, you didn’t trust yourself to know better and you wouldn’t dare go against anyone. Jerry led you to Elvis trailer, doing an odd pattern of knocking, probably so that Elvis knew it was him. Jerry nodded at you and opened the door, before walking off to tend some other business.

You tentatively wandered into the trailer that you’d never been in before. You liked it a lot, velvet reds, an oddly comforting scent of cigar smoke, designs for performance outfits pinned on a wall and even a few pistols laid out on a counter.

“Y/N?” Elvis said cooly, snapping you out of your observations, you noticed you’d begun nibbling your finger whilst looking around - a childish habit that for some reason, you couldn’t get out of.

You just smiled sweetly, unsure what Elvis wanted but fearing you’d let him down during the recordings.

“Do you know why I called you here Y/N?” Elvis asked gently, relaxing on the couch as you stayed fixed in your spot, not daring to move unless told to.

The size difference between you was immense, you felt utterly dwarfed by his presence. He wasn’t even the tallest guy on the lot, despite being very tall, yet he seemed to tower over just about everyone.

You panicked a little at the question, fiddling with you fingers. “M’in trouble for messing up the recording?” You asked meekly, shy to even admit it.

“Not in trouble sweetheart,” Elvis assured gently. The pet name made your tummy do a little somersault - a sensation that was foreign to you but one that you quite liked. “Everyone’s got bad days, you didn’t seem yourself in there,” Elvis said observantly.

You were feeling wobbly. Now, you weren’t actually accustomed to the little space lifestyle so you didn’t really understand the feelings you often experienced, you couldn’t really articulate them in any way to yourself, let alone to somebody else. But you knew when you felt a little different, you felt, as you put it, wobbly. It was that feeling of anxiety, mixed with neediness and vulnerability.

You weren’t exactly sure what triggered feeling wobbly either. You knew that it could happen when you woke up in the morning, if something out of the ordinary happened in your routine, if you were scared or even if you were happy.

You blinked a little, worried about a potential onset of tears if you admitted to Elvis you’d lost Binky.

“I, um, I lost somethin’ just before the session, and, and,” You frowned a little, getting frustrated at yourself at tripping over your words. “I guess, it was just on my mind lots. M’sorry, it won’t happen again, I promise.” You said earnestly, your nerves and flustered state seeming obvious to Elvis, who patted the spot on the couch next to him.

“C’mere.” Elvis cooed and you complied without a second thought, making your way over and sitting down next to the big man. “Whatcha missin’ darlin’?” Elvis asked, despite knowing.

“My bea-“ You stopped yourself, feeling all hot and bothered at mentioning that you were so devoted to a soft toy, thinking how silly you’d look in front of Elvis. “No, it’s silly.” You mumbled.

“If it’s causin’ you this much upset little one, it ain’t silly.” Elvis soothed, the pet name doing a number on you again, giving you those strange wobbly feelings.

You’d always found Elvis attractive, even before you started working with him. However, there were little things that you really liked about him, such as when you were standing in line next to him in the canteen area, he’d always help serve your plate up, always insisting on more green vegetables to keep you healthy.

It was like he was a dominant albeit gentle and encouraging presence and you really were drawn to him, even if it was unprofessional.

“I have a teddy bear and I lost her and she’s really special to me and I don’t know where I put her a-and I thought, I thought,” You we’re starting to get worked up and panicky all over again, this time in front of someone so famous and powerful that it was making the situation worse. “I put her someplace safe but when I looked she was gone and she helps me and I don’t know what to,” You whimpered, your voice cracking as tears began to pool in your eyes.

You dared not look at Elvis, only imagining his face when he realised how weird you were. Yet all you felt was a large hand on your back, gently rubbing soothing circles which helped.

“Oh little one, I’m sorry.” Elvis cooed as you hiccuped adorably by his side, your feet not quite reaching the floor in comparison to his which were outstretched. “What does she look like hm?”

“Um, um, she, she’s got um, brown fur and she’s got a pink bow tie and it’s um, it’s real pretty,” You stammered, feeling so wobbly and small as tears began to trickle down your puffy cheeks.

“A pink bow tie?” Elvis asked with you nodding and sniffling in response. “Well, I did happen to notice a teddy bear out in the entrance to the lot earlier, a teddy bear with a pink bow tie in fact.” Elvis said and for the first time since you entered his room, you looked straight up at him.

“Really?” You sniffled, your eyes wide as you wiped them with your sleeve.

“Want to come with me and we can take a look and see if she’s yours?” Elvis said gently. You nodded yet again, feeling just a bit too wobbly to keep using words. “Okay sweet girl, let’s go.”

Elvis helped you up a little, taking your small hand in his large one as you went to another room. You realised that lots of trailers were interconnected from the inside and Elvis had so much space.

You were surprised at how sweet and kind Elvis was being. You’d expected him to find you odd, but he was being gentle and soft with you, as if he knew you were feeling a little unsure of yourself and in a wobbly state of mind.

When you turned a corner, you entered a room where lots of other men, who you realised later were Elvis’ Memphis Mafia, were all lounging on the couches, laughing and drinking. At the sudden surprise at the large crowd of loud men, you tried to hide behind Elvis a little, shuffling your body behind his whilst holding his hand a little extra tightly, which he couldn’t help but smirk at.

“Outta here, fellas.” It was just three words but they all quickly obliged Elvis’ request, leaving within a minute of the command. It made you realise the power and control Elvis held. “Sorry about them, honey.” Elvis said, offering you a smile.

He led you a draw, opening it and pulling out Binky, with you tearing up all over again at the mere sight of her.

“That’s her, that’s Binky.” You said, wiping your eyes again as you hiccuped. Relief washed over your small body as you wrapped your arms around Elvis, as far as they would go. “Thank you, thank you, you saved her!” You cried sweetly.

“Oh darlin’, look atchu, look at the state you’re in, all worked up, hm?” Elvis cooed, grabbing some tissues from a box on the table and kneeling down to gently dab it under your eyes and nose. You felt a little embarrassed at the way you were, but you couldn’t help it if you tried, you were just an overwhelmed little thing.

“M’sorry, I was just real worried and she, she’s real special t’me.” You said softly.

“I know she is, I know baby. Binky’s a pretty name, you give her that name sweet girl?” Elvis asked you, trying to make you feel better.

Elvis was secretly thrilled at how everything had turned out, you were even more vulnerable than he’d initially anticipated. He could tell that you were feeling little, you just didn’t know how to articulate it, just like a little one.

He wanted to protect you and take care of you so badly, here you were, right in front of him, a sweet, beautiful, docile, gentle, naive little thing and he just had to have you.

“Uh huh.” You said sweetly, “I had her all my life and she just makes me happy and helps me when I’m feelin’…” You trailed off a little, unsure of how to describe how you felt to Elvis.

“A bit confused hm?” Elvis said, finishing your sentence for you. You nodded, grateful that Elvis was able to think for you. “I bet she’s been helping you with your new job here?” Elvis asked.

“Jus’ get scary sometimes.” You admitted, almost whispering as Elvis continued to kneel in front of you.

Both you and Elvis realised you were feeling extremely ‘wobbly’ as you’d put it, as you started chewing on your fingertips anxiously.

“I know it can baby, you’re doin’ a real good job of it baby.” Elvis hushed.

“Really?”

“Really. How’s about I make you a lil’ promise honey?” Elvis suggested, gently taking your fingers from your mouth and holding them in his own hands. “How’s about, whenever you feel scared, or even a lil’ bit nervous or confused, you come knock on that door and you come find me? You can do whatever you like, you and Binky, you can even have a nap if you need to. How does that sound, little one?” Elvis said, pushing stray hairs behind your ear tenderly, making shivers go down your spine.

You nodded again, liking the idea very much. You had some friends in this place but you often found it all very overwhelming and stressful. Elvis had been nothing but a calm, authoritative presence and you craved more and more of him.

“Good girl.” Elvis praised.

And that’s how the next couple of months ensued. Elvis delighted in you seeking him out for comfort. At first, it was only a couple of times a week but eventually, you’d be in his dressing rooms practically every day.

Elvis had made it a safe haven for you, he’d even given you your own draw, where you’d keep Binky, knowing she was much better off there than in your locker. It also held a colouring book with lots of different paints and colouring pencils for you, which you enjoyed doing quietly between each rehearsal. Elvis has even put some of your favourite snacks in there for if you were ever feeling peckish.

It had everything and Elvis gave you everything. You felt so looked after and cared for that it was becoming difficult to not become totally dependent on Elvis. It was at the point where Elvis, or one of his men, would now pick you up from your little apartment and drop you back, even if that meant you staying far later than your finished time. But you didn’t mind, you loved the tranquil and safe space Elvis had made for you. You loved doing your pretty colours for Elvis whilst he worked on other projects throughout the day, as you eagerly awaited his return so that you could run up to him and show him all your pretty pictures.

Elvis was surprised at how quickly you seemed to slip into the routine he’d provided for you. You were everything he wanted and more - beautiful, gentle, kind, naive and little.

The only thing left to do was to officially introduce you to the little lifestyle, and Elvis couldn’t wait.

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watchingblsnowandforever · 5 months ago

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We Are Ep.11

Part 1

*sits with half a tub of ice cream with both AC and fan on because my AC is old and needs a little help and puts my cat on Do Not Disturb mode (aka scratching his belly)*

Hello!!!!

Welcome back to my crack posting! =D

Warning: long post, and since I have like 60 screenshots, there will be a part two 😊😅

I wrote that intro before I'd watched the ep. Me as I was watching the ep was mostly incoherent screaming (so much so that my cat woke up from his nap to give me "what the hell, hooman" look).

This episode was amazing, and I loved it, and I'll probably die of too much fluff, but that won't happen before I finish watching We Are (which- WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE ARE JUST 5 EPS LEFT?!!).

I was giggling and kicking my feet (just like Peem the morning after that Prince Charming kiss) from the very first scene.

Oh, they are so gone for each other (and I am gone for them 😭). The smiles, the trying to hear what the other is doing just across the door ah

So, so true. As a writer that hits.

Also, I'm very glad they decided to showcase creative blocks, even if it was for a few minutes.

Me to PhumPeem: yes, Peem, I would love to know too.

Also- I really wanna know what Ciize was doing back there 😭

Too cute to handle 😭

Jokes (and puns) aside, this scene is quite significant. Previously, whenever Phum was seen in the vicinity of the Fine Arts building, it was only because he wanted something from Peem (yes even that scene in ep. 8, he wanted company from Peem), but now, he's just sitting there waiting for Peem. And when Peem comes down, he's pinching his cheeks right there and acting cute with him and asking what's wrong.

And he keeps on asking, because he can see that Peem is a little moody, and not his usual self. "You're usually livelier than this."

Phum: "Actually, I want to be water too..."

Me: No way, is this what I think it is?

Phum: "I want to be the reason you feel good."

Me: yeah, yep, that's what I thought

No but, you can't tell me Phum doesn't binge watch BLs with his beloved teddy bear. Of course he has a whole arsenal of cheesy flirting lines.

All this time, it was always Phum telling Peem how comfortable he is around him and his friends, how fun it is.

Welp, it's Peem's turn.

I love Phum.

This is both him asking for consent as well as making sure they're on the same page and going at the same pace (which he always does, as I'd said before).

Also, no, he wants you to get closer.

HANDS.

Hear how polite and soft Q is with Toey now? Once Q knew for sure that he's allowed to show affection towards Toey as more than just a mentor/mentee, he decided to be fluffy as heck and never went back (because his love language is giving and showing through actions).

Love that for them both <3

This is such a valid fear.

He was afraid that his love would be too much, and in the process he'd lose the person he loves again, so he thought it better to just suffer alone than confess. Not gonna lie, my heart broke just a little here. (Also, because I'm currently rewatching MSP, I'll be pulling a lot of parallels, and this reminds me of that scene where Sound tells Gun that he's afraid to confess to Win because he's pretty sure he'll get rejected).

Oh, and I keep forgetting to say this, but Satang is such an amazing actor. Watching Sound and Toey, I almost can't believe they're played by the same person.

Phum's lethal weapon and Peem's fatal weakness 😭

Let's be honest though, no one would be able to resist that smile, those eyes and that soft, "Na, krab". Oh yeah, he used polite pronouns here by the way.

I can't always notice the shift from formal to informal or vice versa because I'm not that well-versed in the language (yet) but this was pretty obvious.

Bonus (Peem's reaction):

Tan: flirts with his theerak non-stop 24/7 Fang: *brushes his hair a little and apologizes for making him wait* Tan: *melts into a blushing mess*

That man is so whipped.

And in this house, we stan all whipped men.

This actually reminds me of when I was a wee baby (around 3 or 4 years old, I think) when I rescued a baby sparrow and took it to my dad and told my neigbours my dad would be able to heal it because he's a dcotor (he isn't a vet either) 😭

Also- naming a bird by another bird is so true to Pun's character.

This so relatable oh gods 😭

Also, we got the princess carry for Pride month! Twice if we count Chain lifting Pun in the waterfall, which I totally do.

We finally get being carried to bed but realizing they're laying on top of the blankets instead of just being magically wrapped in them by morning!

*sighs fondly* such a simp. <3

Uh huh, you said that last time too.

Don't lie, Peem, you'd let him hug you every night.

👀

Is this the reason behind the NC rating?

Also, this singular line just gave me a brain worm that is making me write my first smut fic. I blame y'all for getting me into this series.

Yes, of course, Phum, everyone believed your "snort mi mi mi".

Don't think I didn't see your little secret smile, Peem.

(Also, I have a headcanon that Phum just loves to be the little spoon)

Now who's hugging who, huh?

"Go away", he says, while putting his arm around his (not) boyfriend.

See, it was all fun till this point, but you can't be giving me this level of domestic fluff while at the same time telling me they're not even dating yet. That just doesn't work.

So, for me, from this point on, they're an old married couple <3

Frankly though, all the four couples in this series are old married couples that just don't know they're married yet.

Toey: HELP ME!!!

Q: WHAT HAPPENED WHO NEEDS BEATING UP-

Toey: I forgot to do my assignment and today's the deadline 🥺

Q: ... 😑

You don't...?

I thought that was the perfect time to start working on it?

jk jk, kids, I'm a chronic procrastinator, please don't learn from me, learn from your P'Q

(Q reminds me so much of @desi-yearning when she scolds me after I pull an all-nighter to submit an assignment or study for an exam 😭)

Oh. Oh.

Oh my.

I love this scene so much.

This pencil box is very very special to Q, and he's asking Toey to draw on it - something that is irriversible, as Toey himself says.

But this is Q's way of putting together both his loves. This pencil box was picked up by Toey the first time, but back then, Q only knew him as Milk Frappe Boy.

Now, he's asking Toey to do something Milk Frappe Boy would never have been able to (remember, Toey started taking an interest in art only after meeting Pencil Senior), because Pencil Senior disappeared on Milk Frappe Boy, but Q would never disappear on Toey.

On this note, I end Part 1.

Part 2 will be out tomorrow, because as much as I try to deny it, I have these pesky things called responsibilities to attend to, and it's very late here now (not past my regular bed time, but way past my ideal bed time 😭)

Thank you for reading! 😊

Here, have some pizza and a cookie🍕🍕🍪

[If you want, my previous posts: Ep. 8 Ep.9 Ep.10]

And here's Part 2

#we are the series #we are #we are series #thai bl #watching bls: we are #let's talk bl #phumpeem #qtoey #tanfang #chainpun

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curio-queries · 3 months ago

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Hi CQ, Thank you for your ask! I would also like to keep this conversation going as it tickles my brain in the most delightful way.

My question is kind of circling back to your comment about the use of Go-Pro's going forward when it comes to BTS content. It's such an easy way to add a very personal and up close pov to the scenes. YET, I feel like the scaled down crew of AYS and the use of Go-Pro's and especially the lack of attention to the audio has led to some pretty egregious technical setbacks. From choppy audio to a lack of proper coverage in certain scenes. This leads to an edit that has to cover a lot of potholes, so to speak. Do you think this is purely due to the intimate nature of AYS (less crew means more comfort for jikook, easier travel in between locations) or something else? Where's that Disney money 😩😩😩?

Hi Sol, I'm loving our exchanges, so thank you for keeping it going and sending me such an interesting prompt! I definitely had to think about this one a little bit to find how to encapsulate my thoughts.

The short answer is, I think this all just speaks to how the BTS production team is approaching experimental content and the financing required for such projects. Some comparables would be Suchwita and Jin's Alcohol Journey.

Let's start with Jin's show first.

(For anyone that hasn't watched it, I highly recommend. I don't drink but I still found it fascinating.) This is a 4 part episodic show that followed Jin as he learned about and made his own batch of a traditional drink. This show was a collaboration with Chef Baek Jong-won.

Personally, I feel this show was a success. Definitely leaned into more traditional filmmaking and storytelling (appropriately given the subject matter) and was a little more heavy-handed with the promo of Jin's solo music. In my opinion, this will lean the content to feeling more dated than it truly is but that may give us a hint as to how it was funded. There weren't any blatant sponsorships aside from the partnership with Chef Baek so it could have been reconciled as part of the promotions for The Astronaut. Wooteo is pretty prevalent in the show and it aired in the midst of the promo content.

I don't remember when the deal with Disney started to become known but I don't recall anyone in my circles angry that it wasn't getting the Disney release. (Could have been happening but I really limit where I spend my time engaging in social media so maybe that's on me for not being aware. Does anyone here remember if this was an issue?)

Now, let's move on to Suchwita.

(Disregard the quote on the above gif, I couldn't find a different one from the first ep.)

If you watch the first episode, it's on a different set and aired about a month before ep 2. When ep 3 airs, they first make it very clear that the show 'survived'. This is what leads me to believe that episode 1 was filmed on speculation. They could use that as a proof-of-concept to shop the show around to brands to secure more long-term funding. Suchwita's main focus as a show in the current events space is very focused on the guest's current projects and promotions.

Getting back to AYS,

We're far enough into the show that I believe we can rule out album promotions as being a financial driver. Not only because most of the member's songs that even make an appearance in the show were long-ago released but the manner in which they were incorporated is indicative as well. They're really only mentioned in the context of bringing us into the member's lives and sharing in the joy they have for eachother's work. (Also hopefully satisfying those fans that only ask the members to mention other member's songs when one of them would livestream...but that's a subject for another day.)

I think there's a strong possibility that the US eps were filmed on speculation as well. That there was no guarantee of a Disney release at the time. Just like the other shows, they knew they knew they could release on their own if Disney decided to pass so the footage definitely wouldn't be wasted. But I believe that's why the scope of the show seems vaguely undefined during eps 1&2.

Everything else that we've been discussing regarding production honestly seems within the typical scope of BTS's content under similar circumstances. Yes, there is plenty of room for improvement, but it's far from the worst show BTS has ever produced. I think one of the points that makes ppl think it's worse than it is is the management of expectations. I mentioned this in my review of Jimin's Production Diary but if we approach that show expecting that we're going to get detailed breakdown of all of the steps to create an album, we'll be very disappointed. Likewise, AYS is not a detailed vlog of how our members spent their time in these mini vacations.

One last thought,

BTS is not really given the space to experiment and explore. True experimentation requires space for failure, realignment, and growth. And that's just not something BTS has been granted the luxury of. There is such EXPECTATION with everything they release. Everything HAS to be success. That's one of the reasons I was so thrilled to hear RM had performed an unreleased song at the D-DAY concert. Crowdworking new material at concerts was a staple of tourning bands in the west and it helps bands get such critical live feedback DURING the creative process. Now, I don't think that was necessarily the goal with RMs performance but it's so lovely to see him able to even take a step in that direction. Such a thing woukd have been completely unheard of years prior. Fans (likely still) would have been clamoring about being led astray if the song changed drastically after that performance.

Anyway, I could very easily be completely wrong about all of this so let's all take it with a huge grain of salt.

#are you sure?!#AYS #Jin's traditional alcohol journey #suchwita

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bengiyo · 11 months ago

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Dead Friend Forever Ep 1 Stray Thoughts

Be On Cloud is back, and they decided to go for horror. I don't think I've liked any of the BL Horror yet, but I'll continue to humor the attempts.

Wait, did Barcode just die??

There are so many boys in this truck. This is definitely a slasher. Who is the final girl of a BL slasher?

Oh, there's tension in this group about the one friend leaving for America.

There's only one phone to call out? Oh yeah most of them are dying.

And there's drama over the missing friend.

Now what did these two boys do that they don't want the others to find out?

Noting we have a character who needs an inhaler. He will certainly not have it during a critical moment later.

The sound mixing of this show is very good.

There's a lot of jealousy in this show. Is this what characters will be killed for?

Whoa, where did that other hand just come from??

Well, you knew BOC was gonna show ass. This is a messy pair! HE BIT THAT MAN!!

And this is why you don't go running through the woods at night.

I am glad we know the CCTV exists, because this will be useful later when we see the killer creeping up on someone who is actively watching the footage.

I like that the aspiring med student called out to not remove the branch and the aspiring director is the one who took charge and started giving orders.

It's cool that these characters don't know they're in a slasher. Top and Tee are trying to solve the vehicle problem in believable ways. Still, I hope no one is killed with the jumper cables later.

Ah yes, we have no means of communicating with the rest of the world, and now we're hoping someone eventually answers an old walkie talkie.

I worried the road crew would be the first ones to go.

Well, this looks bad for them.

It's going to be interesting experiencing a slasher as an ongoing weekly experience. I'm curious to see what the pacing feels like.

#Ben watches #dead friend forever #thai bl #bl series #keeping the regular tags but this isn't a BL probably since this isn't romantically driven so far

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b0r3dtod3ath · 2 years ago

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No brakes, part 1

Summary: Every time Y/N has been featured in a “No Brakes” episode (1,2,4,5)

F1 Masterlist

Word count: 1.25k I think

Warnings (also mentioned before every paragraph): Mentions of working out; a sex joke; mentions of body dysmorphia

Ep. 1

Daniel had a few weeks in between races and he decided to take you on a trip to Austria. He has been there many times and he wanted you to know how beautiful this country is. The trip was full of bike rides, hiking, and eating schnitzels. After a few days of vacation Daniel started recording a Youtube series called “No brakes”.

You decided to go for a hike. After an hour of climbing a semi-tall mountain you were greeted with an amazing view. You wanted to take a closer look at how high above the ground you actually were. You were about to get closer to the edge when you felt a pair of hands grabbing you “Please be careful. If you were to fall I would jump”. The strong need to keep you safe would often result in Daniel shouting at people. He’s not an irascible person but when it comes to you he has no limits.

“We are gonna scare them. We’re doing something really cool.” All the camera could see was a smiling face hidden in the bush. You were going down at your own pace, careful not to slip, so you were a bit behind most of the group. It was around noon, green trees hid you from direct sunlight allowing a slight breeze to pass through. As you walked down a small path a group of four people jumped from the bushes. After a short mini heart attack you started dying of laughter causing everyone to laugh too.

“You want to go up the mountain in the evening and watch the sunset? A few locals said it was really good.” Daniel lowered his voice a bit as you were sitting at a table, eating lunch with a bunch of other guys and his offer was to you only. A lot of the time you were surrounded by other people but he always made sure you two could have a moment alone during the day. He is a busy guy but he always tries to find some quality time for his lover. Whether it’s 15 minutes in his driver’s room before a race or a full evening after a race week. He likes to make sure that he is not distracted, so he would mute his phone and focus on you.

As you were climbing the mountain, Danny was humming a song that has been stuck in his head for the past few days. At this point you could probably recite the full lyric because you have heard it so many times. “I’m glad you like it here.” says Daniel “Yea, we should come here more often. I think you should rest more, overall.” You were always scared of Daniel overworking himself. You knew being a driver was a hard job and you didn’t want him to feel burned out. You were always there for him. Always gave as much space as he wanted, always gave a shoulder to cry on after a terrible race. You two always cared for each other.

Ep. 2 (tw: mentions of working out, a sex joke)

Next video featured preparing for the race in Monaco. Daniel was just about to leave the place you were staying in. “I’m going to do a quick workout.” he says, grabbing your waist and kissing your cheek. He always did it before he left. “Oh! By the way, I’m gonna go for a run. I just feel like doing a quick cardio, I don’t know. I just feel this energy.” His lips form the characteristic smile “I thought we were going to do cardio tonight”. He squeezes your hip as you respond “Don’t get your hopes up, Ricciardo. Now go, Michael is probably waiting.” Daniel only moves closer to kiss you. His hands on his hips - trying to convince you that his trainer can wait. You suddenly pull back “Go!”. “Okay, okay. Don’t forget your phone when you go out! I love you.” he laughed. You always had each other’s location shared. He wasn’t controlling you by any means, he just wanted to know you’re safe when you are not with him.

Ep. 4 (singer!reader; solange lyrics; tw: mentions of body dysmorphia)

You always wanted Daniel to be on your album, even before you two started dating. He always pushed it off saying that he isn’t a good singer but you would find ways to feature him in other ways. You wanted him to read one of the sentences that really got stuck in your mind. He said it one night when you weren’t feeling the best in your body. He knew something was off but he didn’t want to push you. He noticed a pattern when your self confidence was a bit low. Little things that you didn’t pay attention to but he used to read you like an open book. He would always make sure to treat you even better than usual. He would treat you like a literal goddess. He would run you a bath, wash your hair, shower you with kisses constantly reminding you of how beautiful you were.

It was just gonna be a half a minute interlude. His voice would be a bit edited so it would sound more dreamy. “Ok, so you go in there and you just read this.” You said giving him a piece of paper and pointing at a recording booth. He didn’t really look at the paper until the mic was recording. You gave him a thumbs up and he started to read “Do you realize how magnificent you are? The god that created you is a divine architect. That created the moon, the sun, the stars, Jupiter, Mars, Pluto, Venus. You are the walking embodiment of god consciousness.” As soon as he realized these are the words that he said he instantly started smiling. You did a couple of takes in case and told him to come back. “Aw! I didn’t know you remembered what I said that night!” he pulled you into a hug. He got a bit emotional to be honest. “Are you kidding me? That was the most beautiful thing you have ever came up with. You are gonna get credit for that. A beautiful “Daniel Ricciardo” written in the writers’ rubric.”.

Ep. 5

Daniel loved to impress you by doing donuts. He was about to park when an idea popped in his mind- he could get some extra footage as well as impress you. You were looking at your phone as you felt the car moving unusually, you knew what was going on. You turned to face your boyfriend and gave him a look that told more than words. He started laughing as he saw you in the corner of his eye.

You were supposed to meet Jenson and watch him and Daniel drive go karts. “You sure you don’t want to try? I can teach you.” says Daniel as he is done changing into his racing suit “Nah, I’m good. Don’t worry” you say. Danny always wanted to involve you in everything but you didn’t want to be stuck to him if that makes sense. You would show up to his races and support him but you weren’t really the first one to be on camera. He always respected that but didn’t want you to feel left out.

#writers on tumblr #fan fic writing #x reader #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo imagine #daniel ricciardo blurbs #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 x you #formula 1 x reader

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wen-kexing-apologist · 11 months ago

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Top 5 meals/food-related moments?

have a good day :)

oh ho ho ho so I see you have decided on a nuclear option. Well, do I have just the thing for you

Kayoko telling Kenji that Shiro Talks About Him in What Did You Eat Yesterday? Season 2, Ep. 11

Shiro has a really hard time verbally expressing love, especially about Kenji to Kenji. Which is why you, me, Kenji, everybody has to understand Food As Love is Shiro's entire shtick. In season 1, Shiro outed himself to Kayoko because she thought he might attack her and she calmed down about Shiro immediately after she found out he was a lawyer. And we see Kayoko ask Shiro about Kenji from time to time. BUT in Season 2, Kayoko sees Kenji in the supermarket and instantly recognizes him off of Shiro's description of him alone. And she treats him like a celebrity because of how much Shiro talks about Kenji. So you can imagine that I was absolutely bawling my fucking eyes out when Kayoko said this to Kenji at dinner:

"But you know, I already knew your preferences so well. When I go shopping with Kakei-san, he talks about you all the time...He says it with a smile"

Complete with flashbacks of Shiro talking about Kenji, what food he likes, why it's okay to get something a little more expensive. Kenji is a loud, proud, more femme gay man who is not able to hide his queerness the way that Shiro has. Kenji is also an incredibly patient and understanding man who knows Shiro is grappling with a lot of internalized homophobia, the weight of knowing he can't give his parents the grandchildren they want, parents who struggle with his sexuality. Kenji knows that Shiro loves him, but we know he can be hurt by it sometimes. So Kenji hearing from Kayoko how much Shiro talks about him was something that was so fucking needed. Not necessary, but needed. And I could not hold back my tears to see Shiro smiling away talking to Kayoko about his boyfriend, because he has so few people he can and will do that with.

Making "Magic", Our Dining Table (Bokura No Shoutaku), Ep. 5

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Absolutely one of my favorite moments in the entire series is Tane appearing with this instant ramen package in his hand asking if Minoru wants to make "magic". I love it for so many reasons. I love it because Minoru has sacrificed so much in his life to help take care of Tane and because of that, because of who Minoru is, because of who his father is, because of who his mother is Tane is an extremely extremely emotionally aware kid. My sweet, sweet, beautiful baby boy can tell something is up with Yutaka after they run in to his older brother at the grocery store, and he can tell something is up with Minoru after they meet with his ex-girlfriend at the restaurant. And Tane repays all the care he is giving by these two by trying to find a solution he thinks will help make them feel better. Which is of course to make ramen fried rice.

Now. There is even more to this than Tane just picking up this meal his mother used to make a lot. Because Tane's mother died when he was two. He would have little to no memories of his mother, but Minoru would. Which means Minoru would have had to teach him this, carrying on her memories, her stories, her comfort to his baby brother. Minoru teaches Tane how to smash the ramen the same way their mother taught Minoru to do it. AND there is even more to this that is not really addressed but is something I (and I'm sure others) realized a bit later. Because I have made this meal multiple times and it is...so easy. I mean, 20 minutes rice in the rice cooker the day before, smash the noodles, I microwave them for 3 minutes, drain the water, and then five minutes later I've got a complete dish. It takes almost zero energy and it is great for my high pain days or my super low days. Minoru talks about his mother being sick, and how she really didn't let on to it. But the ramen fried rice is a good indication to me that she was hiding her exhaustion, her illness, her pain with fun, easy meals like this that require minimal effort and energy.

Amane having dinner with Ryuji's family, If It's With You (Kimi to Nara Koi Wo Shite Mite Mo), Ep. 3

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I will never not love characters who are deeply deeply sad and hide the pain they've suffered and the melancholy they carry with them behind kindness and smiles and light. Amane brightens up every room he walks in to...well, every room that has anyone else but Ryuji in it. Ryuji is incredibly incredibly good at seeing straight through to Amane's core and calling him out on trying to hide himself and his feelings away. But here, in Ryuji's home Amane is well and truly feeling happy. He is understanding what family can look like, what family can feel like. Something he has never known because his parents worked so much he always ate alone. Amane deserves to experience these things, and I am so glad that he was able to have this moment because if and when Ryuji gets comfortable with dating Amane and brings him home again, it's good to know that Ryuji's family is kind and that they already know him, love him, and are comfortable enough to tease him immediately so Amane won't have to worry about their reaction.

Charn eating with Tinn's family, Laws of Attraction, Ep. 5

The fucking!!!!!!! GAHHH!! As much as we have all obsessed over the chemistry between Jam and Film, how hot Maya and Rose are, how unhinged Charn are Nawin are, how fucking awesome the grandmother is, we really do not talk enough about the fact that Laws of Attraction is first and foremost a tragedy. In the short time we had with her we knew Tonkhao was happy, and funny, and loved and she was just trying to help ease the burden her uncle had by going shopping for him and died as a result. That's Tinn's baby girl, he's raised her since infancy, and he lost her in such a horrific way. I reblogged something about grief the other day that talked about how grief in fiction and grief in reality are so different because grief in reality is so mundane, your world may be turning on it's axis but you still have to go grocery shopping. Stories like this one do more to bridge that gap, Tonkhao is dead, but you still have to find a lawyer, Tonkhao is dead but you still have to run your restaurant, Tonkhao is dead...Tonkhao is dead. And her memory and the love her family had for her is being tarnished in the news, this familly's grief is on full display, is questioned, is attacked. And I really loved this moment and the conversation that Charn has with Tinn immediately afterwards where Tinn talks about Tonkhao and how he wants her to be remembered, and I love this so deeply for what it shows about grief. That you can't just turn it on and off, here they are: grandma, Tinn, and Charn in a good mood, chatting away and then all of a sudden watching Charn eat and enjoy the soup just triggers a memory of Tonkhao that brings a ton of pain bubbling to the surface out of nowhere. Tonkhao haunts the narrative, even after justice has been served, she is still there with them, her little doll sitting in a chair at Tinn and Charn's wedding.

Jim shares a beer with Li Ming, Moonlight Chicken, Ep. 7

There is something about the death of a community pillar rocks the community at large, and how the tragedy and grief of losing someone that important to so many people can finally spur people in to action. Jim has been watching Li Ming grow up before his very eyes, but he's like many other parent/guardians and has spent so much of the show having difficulty coming to terms with the fact that Li Ming is growing up. Jim spends so much of his time stressing out about Li Ming, his financial situation changed dramatically probably right around the time he took Li Ming in, Jim is worried about how much Li Ming has struggled and may continue to struggle and is having a hard time not blaming himself for that. And finally we get the release of the all the stress and tension with Jim acknowledging Li Ming is stepping in to adulthood. I love everything about this scene, I love the acknowledgement, I love the apology, I love Jim teasing Li Ming about Heart, and I especially love the conversation about Jam because I think it shows Jim that Li Ming is capable of complex, nuanced, adult thoughts and feelings. He helped with the funeral, he stood up in support of Heart, he talked back against injustice, Li Ming spent so much of this show coming in to his own, and this is the moment all that work, misery, stress, anger bears fruit for the single most important relationship in Li Ming's life.

ASK ME MY TOP 5 OF ANYTHING BL 2023

#ask game #best of bl 2023 #what did you eat yesterday?#kinou nani tabeta?#our dining table #bokura no shokutaku #if it's with you #kimi to nara koi wo shite mite mo #laws of attraction #moonlight chicken #mlc

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chimggukchim · 3 months ago

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ep 3 was fun though was very different from what i(and i guess we all) expected. though i guess i can understand why many are disappointed by it, many are using it as a way to hate on tae and jk, aside from the hate jm usually gets from the cult. honestly, being in fandom spaces surely teaches you how stupid and entitled some people can be.

after knowing that tae planned to join only 2 days before, i couldn't help but think of how different the trip would be if he didn't come with them. jk did say smtg more than 3-4 times, implying that he wasn't completely onboard with tae joining them. but that doesn't mean he hates v, he just might be disappointed but it would never make him actively dislike tae because tae and jk do love each other a lot.

but this is making my anticipation levels rise more for sapporo. i just wish we have more ep of sapporo than jeju.

Agreed. I think once a third party enters a duo, the dynamics are bound to change. We now have 3 persons to interact with each other as opposed to two. It means 4 different variations of interactions as opposed to 1.

And we did feel and see the difference with episodes 3 and 4 so far. But it was still enjoyable nonetheless. Did I miss just having jikook playing off of each other? Sure. But having Tae there didn't really bother me. And you could say he was hardly interactive in ep 4, as he wasn't feeling well (slept early/didn't go scuba diving).

Like you and everyone else who isn't in denial saw, Jimin and Jungkook (especially) drilled it home in ep 4 that AYS is a JIKOOK show (at least this season). It was planned for just the two of them and Tae asked to come along to Jeju, he was not invited per say. And this is not a dig at Tae, I'm just stating what the boys themselves said.

And here's the thing - unlike Jimin, Jungkook cannot school his features to save his life. Our maknae wears his heart on his sleeve and his thoughts on his countenance, and says what he means. So by JK's own words, we can deduce that he didn't necessarily want Tae there with him and Jimin. We can also deduce from his comment about Tae being adamant, that he and/or Jimin probably told Tae no on more than one occasion until he maybe broke them down. I can see JK being more staunch than Jimin (he's definitely softer for his soulmate Tae bear).

Does this mean JK doesn't like Tae? It most certainly does not, like you pointed out. Jungkook, no matter what solos, antis and toxic shippers would like people to believe, LOVES ALL of his hyungs! And you could see in their interactions in ep. 3 that Tae and JK still have that cute, mischievous little devils dynamic they had when they were younger. Jungkook and Tae will have fun together no matter what and where they are, I have no doubt.

What I think it boils down to is Jungkook's cute little selfish streak he has (a FACT stated by him and the members on more than one occasion). Here's a guy that is enlisting in a few months, potentially going to spend 18 months away from his love. That's difficult for anyone. So Jungkook would naturally want to take any opportunity he is given to spend time with that love. And this show falls into his lap?! So at least from my perspective, JK not really wanting Tae to come was his selfishness coming out a bit and wanting to spend time with just Jimin. It had nothing to do with him disliking Tae or anything, but rather Jungkook wanting to be with just Jimin. Which is why I think Jimin was the ultimate decider there in relenting to Tae's puppy eyes.

And to Tae's credit, I do think he gave them enough time to be together anyway (away from the cameras).

At the end of the day, he's their 3rd musketeer, and he would have been there for them through everything. Some may say well if he really loved them then he should have left them alone. Well, to that I say to look at it from his perspective too. At this point, Jikook may not have known they got through with the buddy system, but Tae knew for a fact that HE would not be with his best friends for the next 18 months (just look at that Vmin embrace at Jin's release). And so, he would have seen this as an opportunity to not only be with them for a short time, but to give ARMY a little taste of the maknae line. Two birds, one stone. So I don't fault him.

Some jikookers may not like that take but that's fine.

Anyway, we have one more Jeju episode to go with VMinKook, and I am enjoying everything so far because I simply appreciate whatever content BTS/jikook chooses to give us.

And then we're off to Sapporo!!!...Where Jikook already knew they were enlisting together.

Should be...interesting.

#jikook #kookmin #mingguk #jungji #jimin and jungkook #minkook #jikook are you sure

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simonisferal · 11 months ago

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masterlist — ep. 1 — ep. 2 — next

ep 2 — Uh...Where are These Guys?

— being a journalist in Teyvat is fairly easy now that a pop-group named 5WIRL cover most of the headlines. gaining the trust of the closeted members would get you promoted and that's an opportunity you can't refuse. let's hope they feels the same. —

EDITED: 12/10/2023

Back home, after that terrible but informful work day, you decide to start researching these guys.

What they were interested in, what their own fans knew about them, possible fan meet and greets, and so on. And despite being one of the best journalist, you didn't find anything worth while.

Several cafe sightings that were later proven false or just sketchy as hell, PDF links that are obviously viruses and no one on their right mind would download, and just stupid rumors like "Kazuha smoked weed when he was a kid".

Actually, it could be true. You heard some of his interviews and god, he sounds like he's not even aware of his surroundings.

You sit back in your chair, running your hand through your hair and squinting at your laptop. The actual lack of sleep and your terrible vision made a very good combo to battle your performance. Coffee would be so good right now.

After several breakdowns and coffee cups, you turn to Twitter. Yes, you were that desperate. You scroll through many tweets on 5WIRL's official account for anything, honestly. Concerts, group photos you could possibly trace, leaked phone numbers, anything.

Maybe it was a coincidence or maybe God decided to lay his widsom and grace upon you but you managed to find something from January, 2011. Don't question how far down you've scrolled.

It just showed a picture of all the members before debuting and after. If you squinted, you could see the manager's phone number as he was on settings and had his phone angled near the camera. Real question: why was he even on settings?

Nevermind that, you just found the your holy grail! You're definitely getting that interview before that newbie and Charlotte.

You get on the office's phone line and type the blurred numbers on the business phone, carrying the handle handset on your shoulders. You wait a few seconds before hearing a beep. It works!

You shake excitedly, twirling the curve of the phone with your finger. You hear the click which means the person on the other line answered the call.

You calm yourself down, trying to compose yourself. If you learned anything in your twenty years of living, it's that first impressions matter.

You hear a small "hello?" from the line. You jump, "Hi! Is this Aether, by chance?"

A quiet pause before he answers. "You'd be right, and you are?" Let's go!

You clear your throat. "You are aware of the Dispatch, yes?"

"I am. They cover majority of 5WIRL's articles. I assume that what you're calling about."

You start writing things down as he talks. "Yep. I'm with them and I'm wondering if I could trouble you and your group to an interview."

You hear a small background conversation and people scurrying. "Oh! Well, I mean, I'd have to ask them. Although I am their manager, I don't like forcing them to do things they don't want to."

"Yeah, you call me back when you find your answer on my actual number, it's [1-800-420-6969]." You listen to the audio and hear paper scratching. Maybe he's writing it down.

"Uh-huh, yeah, I'll get back to you in a few."

"Yes, thank you."

"No problem." Click.

Let's fucking go!

You felt a shiver on your back. Your hand brushes against the goosebumps. Who's talking shit?

"That was definitely a spam call, dude." Venti sighs and gets back to stretching. Aether had misclicked and put the prior phone call on speaker. Which met every member heard the conversation.

Heizou tied his hair up. "I don't know, is the phone number valid?" His hands stretch the hairband around his hair.

"I could check. But, I mean, an actual interview?" Aether side-eyes his group was they goof around a bit. "You guys aren't prepared for that."

Venti frowns, "Yuh-huh! We're literally going on tour in a few months, I think we can handle a simple interview."

"You just want to be on camera." Scaramouche snickers and Kazuha elbows him. "What? Am I wrong?"

Their manager rubs his temple. "You guys are so childish..." Xiao frowns.

Venti uses Xiao as an arm rest. "Don't worry, Aether's not talking about you! You're like an old grandpa." Heizou laughs out loud.

Xiao just moves back and lets the braided fellow trip. Kazuha interrupts the lovely two. "I do believe it would be good for us. We'll need more publicity if we want to sell out."

Aether crosses his arms. He sighs, "You're right... but can y'all handle being asked personal questions? Like, age?"

Venti snorts. "Of course! I look older than I actually am."

Silience. Scaramouche speaks up, "So.. thirty?"

"What?!" Kazuha chuckles as Xiao holds back Venti. "Let me at him! Could a thirty-year old do this?!" Scaramouche laughs like a maniac.

Aether's jaw drops. "Guys, this is want I'm talking about!"

Everyone immediately freezes.

He rubs his temple. The poor man's gonna bald prematurely if this group keeps it up. Aether takes a deep breath before continuing, "Okay.. who wants to be interviewed?"

Venti, Kazuha, and Heizou's hands raise up. Three out of the five. Aether turns to Scaramouche and Xiao.

"And you guys?"

Xiao sighs before slowly raising his hand and earning a smile from Venti. "Scara? What about you?"

Scaramouche crosses his arms and looks to the side. He grits his teeth before raising his hand with sass. "It's not like I have a choice."

Aether sweats. The male does have a choice but okay! "Great. Now, let's practice."

Venti groans, "Dude, come on!"

a/n: gonna apologize AGAIN. it's finished now, dw 🧘

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tell me who i run to (if not you) | anthony beauvillier | Ep 1. Blue Christmas

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Episode Synopsis: Evie and Tito are both starting life anew in Chicago. It's an unfamiliar city with unfamiliar faces. They're both alone on Christmas. Maybe it's fate that brings them together. Jason and Alandra Dickinson are already smelling the smoke from this fire.

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Blue Christmas

Tito — December 20

Mat keeps telling him to unpack when they FaceTime every time he catches a glimpse of the boxes still neatly stacked in the corner. To be fair, Tito didn’t need any of the stuff in those boxes. He was fine for the first two months in Vancouver when he lived out of his suitcase; he’ll be fine now. He reckons he’ll probably need to get Liana something really nice for packing up the Vancouver apartment that he had just signed the lease for. He vaguely remembers a FaceTime call where Mat just ran with Tito’s monotone “okay”s; he hadn’t really been listening.

Mat keeps asking Tito if he wants Liana to help look for a sublet, and Tito just can’t bring himself to care. He guesses it can just sit empty for the remaining 7 or 8 months on the contract.

Contract. Tito snorts bitterly. The word’s beginning to lose all meaning to him.

Tito lays on the grey couch and stares at the scuff marks on the white ceiling. He probably should sublet it— save some money— given he just got traded to the worst team in the league and will be, by all accounts, unemployed come June. No guarantees he’ll even get an extension here.

Mat keeps telling him he should still go out with the boys: get some drinks, laugh a little, and learn the names of some wives and kids. Mat’s probably right. Mat would probably say that he’s always right and that Tito should listen to him more. He snorts at that out loud. God, things were so much easier on Long Island. That feels like a lifetime ago.

He glances at the boxes in the corner and decides that tomorrow— yeah, tomorrow— he’s going to go buy a box cutter from wherever it is that sells box cutters.

Evie — December 24

Evie feels the tension finally drain from her body as she slips into the warm bath; she closes her eyes and rests her head against the cool ceramic. It was a good evening. It was.

She’s grateful that, although her job's entirely remote, she has some colleagues who live in Chicago. She’s doubly grateful that Leanne would invite her to join them for their Christmas Eve dinner. It was awkward, sitting among people who all knew each other well and trying to keep up with whatever drama Leanne and Kelsey gossiped about, but she likes them. She is grateful that she likes them.

She lets her body melt deeper into the lavender-scented water and looks out the window. Chicago does look beautiful: a light dusting of snow, miles of twinkling lights, the quiet hum of city living.

When she had packed up her entire life in July, she had just rolled the dice and picked Chicago out of a list of cities. It had been a while since she had lived on her own, and it took some getting used to. Bit by bit, her apartment had started to feel more like home. As much as a rental apartment with mostly rental furniture could feel like a home anyway.

Her parents had been understanding, albeit worried, when she said she didn’t want to come home for Christmas this year. It would be her first Christmas alone. Looking out at Chicago, she isn’t sure if it was the right decision. She wonders where the line is between loneliness and enjoying her own company.

Careful to not flood her bathroom floor, she sits up to grab her phone. She remembers seeing a massive Christmas tree downtown by the park. Luckily, after some googling, the rink under it has a lot of openings tomorrow morning. It would be nice to get out on the ice, even if it’s just to absorb some joy from the families that'll be there. She always loved skating with her brothers on Christmas morning as a kid.

Tito — December 25

Tito wakes up on Christmas morning to a dead silence he feels in his bones. Groaning, he rubs his hands over his face and tugs on his hair. It’s still early, at least it looks that way from the low light streaming in through the windows, but, he supposes, it’s as good a time as any to get up.

He runs through his morning routine like any other day: coffee, shower, breakfast, phone. Now that his teammates are spread all over the continent, there are a lot of messages to respond to. He ignores them in favor of calling his family, making the most of the virtual time with his parents, brother, and nephews. Once they hang up, he starts to pick through the messages before his phone inevitably buzzes with a Facetime call from Mat.

“Hey, Barz,” he says, the corners of his mouth twitching into a smile against his will.

“Beauuuu.” Mat’s as energetic as ever. “Merry Christmas!”

And just like that, they fall into an easy rhythm. In these moments, against Tito’s better judgment, he likes to imagine he’s still in New York. It’s hard not to keep thinking of it as home despite his not being back for more than a night or two since January.

Almost a full year.

If he were still in New York, they’d probably be over at the Martins’ place. Sydney always loved to host, and she’d never complain about some free babysitting.

His thoughts are disrupted by the message banner popping up:

Nick Foligno: merry xmas kid!! we still on for dinner? we would love for you to join us.

Tito doesn’t entirely cover up his sigh.

“Beau?” Mat interrupts his long tirade about avocados or sloths or something. “What was that dude?”

He considers lying for a second and just shrugs. “Oh, Foligno was just texting me to remind me about the sort of team Christmas dinner at his place tonight.”

“That’s great, dude! I told you you’d feel better once you got to know the boys.”

“Yeah, they’re nice.”

“Doesn’t Foligno have kids? You love that shit, I know that!” Mat's as enthusiastic as always, a broad grin on his face.

“Yeah, he does. They’re cute. Hudson’s about the same age as Winnie, actually.” He feels his heart clench. He doesn’t really know if he has it in him to say goodbye to another set of kids; looking at Winnie’s heartbroken face as she asked, "When’s Uncle Beau coming back?" just about broke him.

“Aww, that’s sweet,” Mat smiles. He doesn’t press, though. He just tells a funny story about Marty and Pageau doing some weird wrestling during morning skate last week. Tito feels the smile come back to him naturally.

Eventually, after some reassurances on Tito’s end, he’s allowed to sign off, but only if he promises Mat that he’ll go to the dinner tonight.

“Yes, Mathew. I promise. God, you’re so annoying sometimes,” Tito grumbles, but the smile on his face betrays him.

“I know, that’s like, one of my top 5 features.”

“More like the only feature.”

“Alright, asshole. Merry Christmas. Call me, yeah? I want to hear all about dinner.”

“Seriously, you’re worse than my mom. But yeah, I’ll let you know, I promise.”

“I’m choosing to ignore that dig at both me and my girl, Dominique,” Mat interrupts.

“Ew, don’t call my mom ‘your girl.’”

“So dramatic; you insult both of us. Anyway, I gotta run. Have a good Christmas, okay? Love you, dude.”

Tito sighs, “Yeah, yeah, love you too.”

“Bye.”

“Merry Christmas. Bye.”

And then, he’s once again left in the quiet of his apartment, feeling slightly lighter. Looking out at Lake Michigan, he can’t help but be reminded of home— of the river at the heart of his childhood. He thinks back to all those Christmas mornings and wishes for the hot chocolate his mom used to make. He looks ruefully at his empty kitchen before deciding that he should go for a walk anyway.

It’s a surprisingly mild day out. There's still the bite of winter cold, but the light dusting of snow from yesterday has melted in the sun, making everything glisten. The cold air in his lungs feels so good that he’s content to just wander where his feet take him. Eventually, he finds himself in Millenium Park. He hasn’t come here yet, but the giant Christmas tree brings a smile to his face. Next to it lies a rink; it isn’t super busy on Christmas morning, just a few families.

He almost laughs to himself. Of course, that’s where his wandering feet would take him. He stands and watches as kids toddle around before finally deciding to bite the bullet. He obviously didn’t have his skates with him and can’t be bothered to walk back to his apartment to get them. It’s been a really long time since he wore rental skates; how bad can it really be?

As it turns out, bad. The skates are uncomfortable and unsharpened. But that doesn’t stop Tito from sinking into the feeling of having ice under his feet, a smile blooming across his face. He’s only gotten around a few laps when someone bumps into him from behind, causing him to lose an edge and fall ungracefully onto his ass.

“Osti de calisse,” a voice behind him swears, his ears pricking at the familiar sound, “Shit, I’m sorry. I knew I shouldn’t’ve been going backward at a public skate.”

He barely hears the last part as his ears are still stuck on hearing his mother tongue. Before he can stop himself, he turns around, and the words spill from his mouth: “You speak French?”

And that’s when he’s captivated by the woman herself. There’s something familiar about her chocolate eyes and warm smile.

“Ouias,” she smiles as a flicker of recognition tugs at the corner of her mouth. “Aren’t you supposed to be good at this? Not getting enough ice time?” she laughs, gesturing around them.

He feels his cheeks warm as he finally stands up. “Uh, I am good at this,” he says, affronted, “These rentals are just trash.”

“Mhm,” she shrugs, trying to cover up her amusement, before pointing to her own skates. They might be a little old and beaten up at this point, but they’re still entirely her own.

He dusts off the snow from his pants before he starts skating next to her, not entirely sure what’s stopping him from parting with this stranger. They do a few laps in silence before he can’t hold the question in any longer. “I’m sorry, I’ve got to ask. Have we met before?”

This gets her attention; there's a moment of silence, and he feels his cheeks heat again, embarrassed, before her warm laughter fills his chest. “Wow, Beauvillier, I'm actually quite offended. You played with my brother Brandon in Shawinigan, remember?” She clutches a hand to her chest in mock outrage.

His face is blank for a second, and he racks his brain before his eyes go wide. “Oh! You’re Brandy G’s sister! I obviously know about you, but I don’t really have much memory of meeting you… I’m sorry?”

Her laughter rings, settling warm in his bones as she lightly bumps his shoulder. “I’m just kidding. We only met, like, two times.” She skates out in front of him, holding her hand out, “Genevieve Gignac. Enchanté.”

“Enchanté. Anthony Beauvillier,” he shakes her outstretched hand. “I do think I remember you. You go by Viv, right?”

“Not really— Actually, I mean, you do remember correctly, Anthony, but only my family calls me that. Or sometimes it’s Evie. Usually, my friends call me Gigi. Not Genny, though.” A shudder moves through her at the old nickname she now hates.

He hums, “I'll have to test drive them and see how it feels. You can call me Tito or Beau. There’s no need to full-government-name me. It makes me feel like I might be in trouble.”

She flashes him a smile, “Maybe you are—” She’s cut off when she almost runs into a child behind her.

“You should turn around before you knock someone else on their ass.” He's rewarded with another laugh before she rejoins him at his side.

“So,” her voice, curious, “You don’t get enough skating in at your fancy NHL gig or what? What're you doing here on Christmas morning? In rental skates, no less.”

He sighs, “I was actually taking a walk to look for hot chocolate. Which turned into more of a walk to clear my head. And then I saw this. For some reason, I just really wanted to get on this crappy ice in crappy skates. Something about the feeling of ice under my feet always settles me.”

Evie looks at him out of the corner of her eye and lets the silence hang for a little while. Eventually, she asks him, “Did you ever end up finding that hot chocolate?”

“No, actually.”

“Do you want to grab some? I’m feeling kinda ready to be done here.”

“Sure, let’s do it.” He smiles warmly at her without any hesitation.

She returns his smile as they get off the ice, her eyes bright.

Evie —

She’s putting her skates away when she catches the sight of Tito signing something for the guy at the rental counter. She watches him joke, his face so open and kind. It strikes her that that’s how she remembers him from their youth, and she guesses it’s that familiarity— that touch of home on an otherwise lonely Christmas Day— that makes her chest feel too tight.

They end up finding an open Starbucks, catching up on the last 8 years of their lives; their hot chocolate cups sit empty on the small table that they're leaning over. Tito shares stories of living the NHL dream on Long Island and how hard it was to leave behind his best friend and his teammates, who felt like family. Evie talks about the late nights in the library and the sticky floors of frat house parties from her time in college, and she talks about miraculously landing her dream job where she gets paid to read books all day— and edit them, of course. They both also discover that 2023 has been their most challenging year yet, glossing over how they both ended up in Chicago alone on Christmas Day.

Tito leans back in his chair, picking at a loose thread on his hoodie. “Actually, some guys on the team invited me over to a half-team-half-family Christmas dinner tonight.”

“That’s amazing,” she beams before glancing down at her watch. “Oh shit, it’s like almost 3 pm. What time's your dinner?”

“Wow, really?” his eyes widen as he pulls out his phone, swiping away the long list of notifications with the intention of checking them later. “Damn, I’m so sorry to take up so much of your day. I’ve got to be there at like 5 or 6.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Beau. I had literally no other plans today. I was thinking about being a Grinch and just doing some writing today. Kinda sad when you think about it; younger me would barf if she saw that.”

“Writing? Like a book?” Tito asks, eyes wide and sparkling with interest.

“Yeah, I am.” She clears her throat before waving her hands. “Anyway, it’s not that exciting. It's barely a book yet. Are you excited for dinner? I’m sure you haven’t had much time to get to know your teammates yet.”

There’s a beat of silence where she sees him fight back a frown, pasting a smile on his face that she can already tell is fake, even after having spent only a few hours with him.

“Yeah, yeah, I haven’t really. This will be the first time, actually.” He runs his hands down his face, nervously scratching at his messy stubble. He presses his hands against his eyes as he mumbles. “God, I didn’t even go to the store this week to get a bottle of wine or something. And everywhere's definitely closed now, right? I can’t show up empty-handed.” He groans a frustrated huff as he pitches forward.

Without even thinking about it, Evie reaches out and pulls his hands from his face. “Well, I have an idea. The stores are closed, but I’ve got plenty of baking supplies at mine. We can bake something for you to bring for dessert! If you have time?”

She can see a twinkle of hope appear in his eye despite the furrow of his brow. “Yeah, I can probably make it work. But are you sure, Gigi? I don’t want to impose. I’ve already taken so much of your time, and I definitely can’t bake. I only just learned how to cook edible food.”

“Oh, come on, I don’t mind.” She stands up, gesturing towards the door. “We’re like childhood friends; it’s whatever.”

“Childhood friends,” he scoffs with a laugh, sauntering backward to the trash can with their empty cups, “I think we had maybe said two sentences to each other before today.”

“You remember that now, do you?” They walk to the door shoulder to shoulder, calling out a goodbye to the barista on the way out.

“Well, I’m pretty sure I was terrified of you. You were G’s older sister, and you were in college, which meant you were, like, cool and hot.”

She laughs, throwing her head back, and bumps his shoulder hard as they step out into the cold Chicago afternoon. “Oh, shut up. I’m only like two years older. And I definitely wasn’t cool or hot.”

He hums, smirk firmly on his face. “Mmmm, okay. Agree to disagree.”

They walk in silence for a few moments before she realizes she doesn’t actually know where they’re going. “I actually drove here this morning. Do you want to drive to my place together or take separate cars? I can text you my address.”

He thinks about it for a second: “I should probably drive myself, right? It's going to be hard to get a Lyft today. I might change, too, so I can head straight there after.”

“Oh yeah, good idea.” She takes her phone out and hands it to him. “Here, enter your number, and I’ll text you my address.”

He types in his number and sends himself a text, so he has hers as well. Once he hands hers back to Evie, he pulls out his own phone. She texts him her address and adds him to her contacts.

After fiddling with his phone for a moment, he scrunches his nose. “I don’t think I like calling you Gigi. It’s a little close to G, and that’s weird.” He studies her, head cocked to the side, making a soft curl fall in front of his calm blue eyes, the attention making her shift on her feet. “I’m not huge on Viv or Vivi either. I think I like Evie, though. You look like an Evie.”

She feels a smile overtake her face. “And what does an Evie look like?”

“I don’t know. You? I guess?” His eyes are soft as he looks at her.

“Okay then, you can call me Evie if I can call you Tito,” she blurts out before her mouth can say something stupid instead.

“Deal.” The way his face lights up when he smiles makes her smile back, unbidden.

“Well, alright, Tito. I’ll see you at mine? There’s guest parking in the garage. I’ll buzz you through.”

“Sweet. See you soon, Evie.”

He squeezes her arm lightly as he turns to leave, sending her a final smile over his shoulder. It’s a short walk to her car and, from there, a short drive home; she’s walking through her apartment door before she even knows it, the smile never leaving her face.

A short while later, she gets the call on her intercom. When she buzzes Tito up, she remains near the door, rearranging the ingredients on her kitchen counter; she opens the door as soon as she hears the knock.

“Hey, you found the parking okay?” She waves him in. His hair’s still slightly damp, and his stubble's neater; her eyes catch on the perfectly fitted wool coat that hides his tailored dark plum shirt and fitted jeans. She busies herself by taking his coat to the coat closet.

“Yeah. Plenty of spaces,” he says as he toes off his sneakers.

“Great!” her voice an octave higher than it should be. She shuffles on her feet a little before waving Tito further into her apartment. “Well, welcome to my apartment. It’s not very big, but it’s starting to feel like home. The kitchen is here. The living room is also right here. And the bathroom is right here as well, just behind that door on the right.” She pauses and adds with a wink, "Oh, it also connects to the bedroom, so don’t get lost.”

He walks over to the large windows by the couch and looks out at the view.

“Great view." He points, “Hey, look. You can basically see the United Center from here. I was going to say you’re only a mile away from where we play and train. You’ve got to come to a game!”

“Oh, yeah! I would love to.” They stand by the window, both looking at the tree-lined streets below. After a moment, she shakes herself out of her thoughts and walks back over to the kitchen. “Okay, so I scoured my pantry. I have ingredients for cookies or brownies. For cookies, we could do, like, cinnamon sugar or chocolate chip. Or brownies, but they take a little more time. What do you want to do?”

“I'm a huge chocolate guy, so I’m going to say brownies every time. I can be a little late. I think they’ll understand,” he shrugs.

She had expected him to just sit at the kitchen island, but to her surprise, he tried to help at every step, their conversation flowing easily as they worked in tandem.

When she turns around from putting the batter into the oven, he’s already rinsing and loading up the dishwasher; her eyes become transfixed on the gentle flex of his forearms that peek out from his rolled-up sleeves.

Shaking her head, she says, “Hey, you don’t have to do that. You’re going to get your shirt dirty.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it. It’s a dark shirt,” Tito smiles at her. “I’m almost done anyway. Do you want to watch something while we wait for it to bake? You said it was like 45 minutes, right?”

“Yeah, sure. Do you have a suggestion?”

“Nope. Just put on whatever.”

She flickers back and forth between a few apps before something catches her eye. “Hey, have you seen Brooklyn Nine-Nine before?”

“No, actually! I always thought it sounded good. It’s a comedy, right? Like Parks & Rec?”

“Yeah, it’s been on my list for a while.”

“Hell yeah, I love those types of shows. Let’s do it.”

As she queues up the episode, she pauses, “It’s set in New York. That isn't gonna be weird for you, right?”

He chuckles quietly as he settles on the far end of her couch. “No, I think it’ll be fine. It’ll be nice to see the city anyway.”

“Alright.”

The show rolls on as they sit in a comfortable silence punctuated by a few comments and a lot of laughter. They end up getting through three episodes while they wait for the brownies to bake and cool before Tito has to leave.

Eventually, when 5:50 pm rolls around, Tito stands with a sigh. “Alright. I should probably go; the boys'll chirp me to hell if I’m any later.”

“Oh yeah, of course. Have fun!” Evie says, handing over the container as he puts his shoes and coat back on.

He pauses, looking down at the box, and gently places a hand on her arm. “Evie, thank you so much for letting me come over and for baking these brownies for me.”

“Don’t be stupid, there’s no need to thank me,” she smiles and squeezes the hand on her arm, “Christmas spirit or whatever, right?”

He returns her smile, his eyes crinkling. “Yeah,” he breathes. He takes a step back.

“Well…” she reaches around him and opens the door for him. “Enjoy your dinner!”

He hesitates before wrapping her in a tight hug, “Thanks again. And Merry Christmas, Evie.”

“Yeah, Merry Christmas to you, too, Tito,” her voice barely above a whisper next to his ear. She smiles at her door and doesn’t go back inside until after she sees him step into the elevator. When she returns to her couch, she can’t bring herself to keep watching Brooklyn Nine-Nine. So she puts on an old favorite, Schitt’s Creek, instead and settles in with a hot cup of tea.

Late that evening, she receives a text from Tito.

Tito 🌞🏒: ur brownies were a huge hit. thanks again!!! Tito 🌞🏒: we actually have our last home game of the year tomorrow. i would love for you to be there if you can make it?

Evie — December 27

There's a flush on Evie’s cheeks as she leans against the bar, trying to get the bartender’s attention. The bar isn't busy on a Wednesday night around Christmas time, so it isn't as loud or cramped as it could be. But she's feeling a little overwhelmed at the thought of being here with Tito’s teammates— all basically strangers— after a win.

As she waits for her drink, her mind wanders. It had been a while since Evie had been at a hockey game, and it felt good just to absorb the energy of the crowd around her. It was nice to be able to repay Leanne for dinner with a ticket to the game. She was surprised at how easily their conversation flowed and how much fun they had at the game together. She had found it hard to make friends in a new city with a remote job, but now she thinks she might join the group more when they hang out.

She looks over at where the players are sitting and is warmed by the sight of Tito laughing and joking with his teammates, looking lighter than when she last saw him. She’s glad that the boys are taking it easy since they’re leaving for a road trip tomorrow. She already feels like she’s running on fumes.

So she’s surprised to find herself still sitting at the booth two hours later. Most of the team has left by now, leaving just her, Tito, Jason Dickinson, and his wife, Alandra. She’s trying her hardest not to think about the weight of Tito’s leg pressing against hers under the table.

“Aww, your baby is so cute,” Evie says, handing the phone back to Alandra.

“Thanks, you know, this is the first time I've been out since she was born. Thank god our families are here for the holidays,” she says, taking a sip of her fourth cocktail. She leans in dramatically, “Okay, you’ve got to forgive me, but I’m a new mother, and I’m bored out of my mind. You want kids one day, Gigi?”

She chokes on a sip of her cocktail, prompting Tito to gently pat her back. “Um. I mean, yeah? I haven’t really thought about it in a while, I guess. My ex was really—” She clears her throat. “I like kids a lot. It depends on a lot of things, I guess. But I’m not really anywhere to be thinking about that right now.”

“Bad breakup?” Alandra asks sympathetically.

“Yeah, something like that. I mean, it was a long time coming. So yeah, I’m not really dating right now anyway so— No reason to think about kids.”

Alandra hums, leaning forward. “What do you mean you’re not dating? You’re beautiful; you must get a lot of attention.”

Evie laughs, shrugging as she takes a long sip of her drink, “I mean, sure? I just want to figure out how to be me for a bit, you know? Besides, I’ve just never really been a dating person. Just seems exhausting, to be honest. I did it a little bit before— I just hated it. And I think I still do. The idea of going on dates makes me—”

“Oh yeah, I get it,” Tito jumps in, “I dated a bit in Vancouver, mainly on Raya, but also some mutual friends, or whatever. It’s rough when you’re in and out of town for hockey and the rest of it. I’m definitely not thinking about it right now, either.”

Evie nods at him and gestures wildly with her straw. “Oh god, dating apps. Yeah, I downloaded Bumble for a bit in the summer and just deleted it after a few weeks. It’s like I missed a whole chunk of the dating timeline. It just wasn’t really a thing, and now it feels like that’s all people use, and I’m just so lost.”

Neither of them notices the looks Alandra and Jason share.

Jason finally speaks up, “What, so you don’t hook up?”

They both laugh and say, simultaneously, “That's not what I said,” and “Of course I do. "

With that, the conversation moves on to the upcoming new year. They stay at the bar for almost four hours, and by the time she walks through her apartment door, she doesn’t feel as bone tired as she thought she would.

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