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[recitedemise]

o2﹕ sender  offers  receiver  a  bite  from  their  fork .

𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺: still accepting. / 02: sender offers receiver a bite from their fork.

To Gale, helming the cookpot was a source of pride. He welcomed the challenge of it all, concocting something miraculously decent with a handful of mushrooms and mysterious meat. There are few things, he would argue, that would foster camaraderie quite like a supper, and being the man with the power to so bring them together? Well, there are even spells of a caliber that magic can't dare.

He's made them laugh over cobbler. He's made Wyll moan over tripe. He's inspired the sharing of stories, a great horde of them happy and a lesser share sad, and it's not at all a power that he would ever soon surrender...however, perhaps on harder days, he'll chance a little break.

Gale smells it all now, its novel, frothing fragrances lilting in the evening. It stirs him from his tent, legs hobbling on over to see when a bite is offered oh so casually. He blinks. He thinks against the spoon. Instead, he leans down to sup it, indulging appropriately in its layered flavors, and it is — admirable, really, though pleasant is more appropriate. Despite himself, an approving, rumbling groan tumbles out of his throat. "Your doing?" Gale asks, joints aching with his walk here. "I hope this isn't your informal declaration to challenge my throne at the, well, kitchen, in a manner of speaking, but should you be amenable, you'd make a commendable sous chef." Somehow, all his peacocking is still marginally endearing — hopefully. Nodding, Gale takes a seat to his right. "As I like my cuts a bit more tender, I recommend a hotter flame and a longer cook time. I'm impressed. More than that, however, I appreciate your initiative this evening. Not to your surprise, I'm sure, but I was a mite indisposed."

[writer-akihiko]

hi there ! i saw your requests were still open and i really like your writing so i decided on requesting authur, dazai, and leonardo with a psychic reader that has telepathy that cant be turned off, strength thats not the easiest to control, clairvoyance, and ect. like saiki :)

Psychic!MC: Arthur, Dazai + Leonardo

This was fun! I got to rewatch Saiki K, but then I decided to generalise the abilities a little, since I based my knowledge on other power-related stories too. Please avoid [Leonardo's] part if you're uncomfortable with alcohol/parties.

Arthur Conan Doyle

It all began when you predicted the obscene words that'd come out of his mouth. Arthur was impressed, and he made a simple guess, that was indeed correct

He's impressed that someone like you could somehow predict the future too, especially with others moods

Your strength is something he can't get used to, since his instinct is to help you out, but any handshake or high-five leaves him aching. It doesn't hurt his pride though, in fact, it's inspiring that you're stronger than a sired vampire

If anything occurs out of your control, he's one to comfort you by telling you that you did nothing wrong

Arthur was a kind of lover that would most likely trigger your mood swings. It was really unintentional, with his teasing going a little too far… The supposed afternoon tea was turned sour with Comte unknowingly spilling the news about your actual abilities. You were quick to assume that Arthur couldn't keep his mouth shut, and Arthur was surprised that Comte knew…

It was a hands on sight for the other residents to see you fling a cup across the room near Arthur's head. You were rightfully excused from the room, running out to the garden. Despite your insistence for Arthur to stop following you, he still did, and a vision came when you sat on the garden bench where you saw Arthur on his knees, whispering-

"Love, I may say nonsense from time to time," He admitted, on his knees just as you predicted, his hands warming the tips of your fingers. "Trust me, when I tell you that I'd never turn against your back."

'For if I ever turn on your back, my eyesight might be cursed by the heavens… That's too much for her to hear. She's as red as the camellias I gave her the other day, and now she's trying to shy from me. My endearing dear-'

You stopped listening to Arthur's thoughts, clearly flustered at reading his thoughts.

Dazai Osamu

He's surprised that you always manage to predict which window he'd come from, sometimes even the ceiling…

His curiosity targets you then. You may be able to see the future, but your heart still jumps at Dazai's appearances

His smooth persuasion eventually got you to fess up, or maybe it was the way that Dazai pestered you to suggest the next window for him to surprise Isaac

He doesn't treat you any differently, but he finds it poetic that he, a man who did everything to turn against fate, fell in love with you, who is one who can predict fate

Dazai is someone who wouldn't want you to use it on him, but he can't help but be curious. On occasions, he'd be a bit wary of your strength. Lately, he'd been thinking about his past, hence his recent absence from you.

Your sudden clairvoyance was not working in tangent with your telepathy, which frustrated you beyond belief. You promised Dazai that he'd be the first to try the cookies you made, so there you were, walking around the garden to search for him. He simply watched you from the branch he perched on, the gentle sway of his coat barely alerting you.

He doubted the range of your telepathy, but he had a limited understanding of it.

'The cute twirl she does… it's so tempting to jump down and surprise her, but YN might've predicted my location. If she does trip, swooping in to save her and the cookies doesn't seem so bad-'

"Dazai!" You called out, following the intensity of echo in your head. Dazai's sultry voice in his tone brought a blush creeping up your neck when you heard it, but for now you were focused on presenting the cookies to him.

"Did you think of me, YN?" He teased, hanging from the tree at your eye level. "Or did you hear me in your thoughts instead?"

Leonardo Da Vinci

He knew you were no ordinary human, and it almost angered him in a way, since he believed that Comte somehow convinced you to come through the door

Your response to his irritated opinion about it being fate intrigued him too much that he confirmed that you were not human

You were not human, that was right, you told him. You were still mortal though, just a mortal with extra abilities like a witch

Somehow, he finds himself growing closer to you. You were a true bridge between mortals and immortals, as there's still so much he wishes to know despite you being younger than him

He's one to despise others like him, particularly vampires of his cohort with the exception of Comte. With the inconsistency of your abilities, Leonardo was often the one to escort to those events of non-humans.

To his relief, you got along with a few human and non-human witches. Leonardo couldn't lie to himself of the feelings he grew for you, but only the time between you two could tell if you returned it equally.

His curiosity only meant that others were bound to be curious too, as evidenced by the beastman who, drunk off his ass, is approaching you. Leonardo was across the ballroom, catching up with a nymph friend of his, only to be shocked by the sight.

With all propriety out the window, he rushed to your side, only to be surprised as your telepathy threw the glass of wine - drugged, by Leonardo's guess - across the beastman's face in anger. He holds you close to him, to quell your anger as to not cause anymore damage.

'If it were not for cara mia here, I would've knocked those fangs he prided clean off his lips…'

You heard his thoughts as Leonardo escorted you out, his larger coat swallowing you whole as you take in his scent. You were too embarrassed to tell Leonardo that the beastman insulted Leonardo, but with the smile on his face, he's bound to know sooner or later…

[isimp4hawkz]

The Apothecary

(Hawks x Reader)

100% inspired from this beautiful artwork I found on pinterest ^^

This is my first time publishing any of my fics. I hope it’s enjoyable.

*Skimmed for any mistakes but I may have missed a few*

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"Tell me something birdbrain. Did you come here in search of a remedy or did you come here to snuggle with my owls?" You scold aloud, brow lifted at the scene before you. It temporarily drew your attention away from the herbs you were blending for the person in question. If he really even needed them that is.

The man was bent over, hovering over the counter and barely burying his entire face into the soft plumage of Gamma's snowy collar, rubbing his nose into its depths, small chuckles resounding from him in his own apparent delight. Simultaneously, Thaddeus perched himself daintily onto the golden locks of his hair, managing to keep himself in place as the man's head moved about beneath him.

What shocked you is that they seemed to be genuinely enjoying his company, whereas they hardly acknowledge your existence throughout the day. It was much unlike how they'd usually act whenever someone walked into the shop. As soon as they heard that little bell chime from the entrance, both birds would take off towards their high perches on opposite ends of the room, making it in their best interest to avoid anyone new.

You didn't mind, nor question their habit. They only preferred your lone company either way, though they'd hardly show it. Much like you'd rather be with their company rather than some other person.

On that slow, peaceful evening, you'd discovered that maybe you don't know your beloved companions as well as you thought. For some reason, Hawks was some sort of an exception to them. Much more than an exception, at that.

For crying out loud, he was snuggling into Gamma and cuddling her as if she were a puppy! And she was letting him.

And Thaddeus. Thaddeus' behavior baffled you on an entirely different level. That was a bird who never permitted you any petting privileges, any time you'd insinuate a head rub, he'd screech at you and fan his wings. Very territorial, he was. At least you thought he was.

Yet here he was, God damn nesting in the hair of a complete stranger as if he'd known the man for years. As if you weren't the one who took him in when he was but a weak, fraile hatchling on the brink of death.

"I think your owls like me." Hawks chuckled, his huge crimson wings ruffling giddily when Gamma had begun to coo at his nuzzles, adoringly.

Jealousy. Blatant jealousy is what you felt. You weren't even going to attempt to hide it. You've tried endless times to get those birds to see you as their loving caretaker, showering them with love and treats and sating their every need, but to no avail. If anything, you think they see you the way a caged tiger would view its neglectful keeper, just a source of food.

You huff out a breath, subconsciously putting in more effort to mash the herbs together with the mortar and pestle than you wished.

Hawks noticed your subtle change in behavior. The way you slammed a small jar onto the counter, flicked off the cap, and aggressively shook out whatever was inside onto the cutting board. Or maybe it was the way you were mashing those herbs with a force that made him wonder if they'd somehow wronged you.

Of course; being him, he'd jumped to a brash conclusion. "Oh? Are you jelly that I'm giving the birds more attention than you?"

You stop your relentless mashing of compounds, staring ahead blankly for a moment before shaking your head. "Don't be ridiculous, I-"

"Awoh, it's nothing to be ashamed of, I completely understand."

"I'm jealous of you, actually."

Hawks blinked in confusion, lifting his head away from the owl's downy feathers and looking over at you.

"Seems like they fancy you more than they could ever me." A half-hearted smile tugged at your lips, the morose tone in your voice was inevitable.

Gamma's wide, intelligent eyes shifted to stare at you. It was like she understood every word you said. Her wings lifted, and with a few swift flaps, she was in the air. You flinched when she landed gracefully into your hair, her sharp talons clenching your head as gently as she could.

Hawks chuckled at how frozen you were in that moment, bringing up a hand to scratch Thaddeus on the chin as he stared. He marveled at the way your cheeks faintly turned a darker shade when Gamma had cooed. She'd began to pick at your head softly in a grooming mannerism.

Thaddeus shifted in Hawks' hair, suddenly growing restless.

"Wanna get closer?" Hawks asked him aloud, rhetorically, obliging to the small hoot he received in response and carefully sauntering over to you, wary of the unstable balance Thaddeus had while being on his head.

By the time he got close, you'd managed to settle Gamma down onto your outstretched bicep, but the stubborn owl only flapped back onto your head. The look on your face almost made Hawks laugh out loud, you were distraught. Torn between salvaging the rare chance at bonding with your companion, and continuing the preparation of a remedy for a paying customer.

He knew how much you cared for those birds, so much that he was willing to let you relish in the moment completely.

The smile on his face was somewhat solemn. "Don't fret witchy. I'm sure I can find some other witch who can cook up what I need."

Your brow ticked at the way he addressed you. "Excuse you. I am not a witch. I'm an Apothecary."

Hawks blinked. "Same difference."

You ignored that. "And even if you could somehow find another suitable Apothecary in the general area, I've been told by several patrons that I am the best of the best." You stated proudly, chin held up high in accordance. "The odds of finding someone more skilled than I are low to say the least."

He always enjoyed how confident you were in your craft. That confidence stemmed from true experience and skill, mastery even. You were right for claiming your profession to be deemed that high of a level, there hasn't been a single time in the past where your restoratives had let him down, no matter what their purpose served. He's glad that your clientele have spread the word of your little place, though they're restricted to hushed exchanges of whispers and secret notes passed in inconspicuous areas, out of the sight of any authorities.

The way you obtained some of your ingredients could be considered illegal if thorough investigation was to prosper, but luckily for you, that was yet to happen. No one was dubious of the little flower shop secluded between two towering office buildings at the farthest corner of the longest street in Kyushu. Hawks wouldn't dare run his mouth about its true nature to anyone, he would much rather heal his battle wounds naturally with one of your blends rather than the harsh steroids they'd stick into his body back at the commission.

"Can't deny that fact." Hawks chuckled, looking at you with apparent appreciation gleaming through his hooded eyes. "You've helped me through some tough calls, I don't think I-" He cut himself off in realization of something.

"I...I don't think I've ever thanked you."

You were quick to bring up the fact that he in fact spoiled you. Tipping you thousands over whatever price you'd ask for, as if money was nothing but a nuisance to him and he needed to get rid of as much of it as possible, it had you wondering if he would flaunt it around so carelessly wherever.

"That's different. Of course I'm gonna pay you in exchange for your meds, I'm not some shitbag. But I've never thanked you before."

Now that you think about it, it's true. The majority of times times he's come here, it's been in an urgent burst through the door, with little time on his hands to so much as greet you. You really can't recall a single time where he's thanked you, since he's usually in such a rush. Here one second, gone the next. His reputation stands firm.

Rarely have there ever been situations like this, where he's able to hang around the shop and wait patiently for you to get his order ready firsthand. You'd looked over your shoulder at him while he was appeasing the owls earlier. He had looked so calm, so sweet and tender in that moment, totally relaxed. It warmed your heart to see him like that.

His concern brought a smile to your face, how adorable to think that it would trouble him this much. "Hawks, trust me, you're fine. I know you're thankful. The proof is in the way that you pay literally five times as much as I could ever ask you for—more than that at times!"

Yup. That sounds like something he'd do, even he'll admit it. He distinctly recalls throwing a fat stack of cash at you in several of his hurried instances, not even bothering to ask for the price, or check how much was in the stack. He tilted his head aside and stuck out his lower lip in consideration of his own antics.

But that doesn't stop him from genuinely thinking that you deserve way more than what you make. You're taking one hell of a risk every time you sell another product to some shady person. He thinks you deserve to be appreciated more for that fact alone.

"Well, for what it's worth, thank you Y/n. Really, I mean it. What you do means a lot to me, more than I can put into words." He held your gaze with an adoration in his eyes that you didn't quite understand.

You've never seen seriousness cross that man's expression as well as it did right then.

He's perpetually cheerful and carefree, flirty more oftentimes than he should be. It surprised you seeing him so lacking in that notorious, glowing charisma. Maybe you'd go as far to say that in that moment, it looked like true joy was something he'd never experienced before. You couldn't even form words, rendered a gaping fish.

And maybe you would've actually taken his word for it, if it wasn't for you being reminded of the fact that the two of you had two big ass birds on your heads when Gamma and Thaddeus unexpectedly hooted in unison.

You and Hawks simultaneously broke eye contact to glance up at each other's birds, locking eyes with one another again.

It went silent for a few seconds.

Hawks' hard expression wavered hesitantly, his lip twitching in a futile attempt to remain serious. You then snorted quietly, biting your lip, and that's all it took for the two of you to burst out into a laughing fit that made you to bend over to clutch your sides, causing Gamma to flee from your head hastily and settle on her perch, Thaddeus following suit towards his respective stand when Hawks stumbled backwards a bit.

They'd managed to both ruin the moment and save it all the same, made it into something you didn't quite know you needed until it happened. A good laugh, one that had your face heating up and your cheeks beginning to hurt as the two of you only grew breathless with glee, struggling to keep your balance as you pressed your weight onto nearby objects to avoid toppling over.

The old Grandfather clock at the back of the shop had begun to chime, signaling the passing of another hour.

The sound caused Hawks to gradually come back down from his laugh-high. He submitted to that professional state of mind that subconsciously clawed at his back at times like these, once he was reminded of where he was supposed to be.

It was like someone snapped their fingers and all happiness was wiped from his face. Other than the faint pink still dusting his cheeks, it looked like the laugh that the two of you shared had never transpired.

You didn't even need to hear him say it. After you'd wiped a tear of joy from your eyes and regained your breath, you'd whirled around, right back to where you'd left off before.

A strange atmosphere settled into the shop. It grew peacefully silent, the rays of the setting sun stretched generously into the stop, accentuating gliding specs of dust in their path and lighting the room in a warm honey glow.

Hawks rolled his shoulders, wings reaching out to their maximum length in a comfortable stretch, as you bagged his things.

He'd requested a strong set of numbing-based remedies and other blends crammed with sedatives. It reminded you of the prep for some sort of illegal surgery, but you weren't one to meddle in the business of your customers.

You'd turned to hand him his bag, but were surprised when there was no sight of the man where he'd previously been.

It took a few glances around the room, you almost missed him at first, but there he was, standing before the display window, gazing distantly at the outside world under the evening glow.

Sometimes you'd catch a deep-rooted hardship in his eyes that was nearly impossible to detect. A flicker of something more, something lost long ago that he longs to have again. At times it looked like he was carrying the weight of the world in his wings and nobody knew it.

Or maybe your seclusion in your craft has run you crazy and you're just imagining it all. That's way more believable, anyway.

You'd walked up to his side, eyes trained on the lively cityscape. The city never slept, always bustling with some sort of commotion, but it was oddly calm on that evening. Nothing but nature in all its shapes and forms, like the gentle autumn breeze that shook the trees, like the songbirds softly jittering in a musical dialect only they understood, plus the ocasional car that would stroll by barely exceeding fifteen miles per hour.

Your gaze drifted back on Hawks, who has yet to notice your presence beside him.

Sometimes I wonder what goes on in that man’s mind, what challenges the relentless day brings him, and how he manages to come out smiling in the end.

[dragontamer-nia-2]

Olivier [Beyblade theories on crack]

Welcome to my random rants about random beyblade things. I have a lot of things to say about the Euro Team and how tragically underestimated and undervalued they are, as characters, but also as very smart plot devices, so in these posts I'm gonna pick a fight with the writers and yell at clouds while probably drunk. If you want a trip, and you think you don't like the Euro team, then jump on.

This guy. 

I love this guy.

This guy is great and I swear to god they knew what they were doing when they decided when and how to introduce him.

So, from the encounter at the top of the Eiffel Tower in ep 33 we know that this guy is mysterious and that he blades; he randomly starts roasting the Bladebreakers unprovoked, which is always fun, but fucks off before anything interesting can happen. What the writers decided to do in the next episode was split up the team, and have them find out more about Olivier separately: since everywhere they go they meet someone that has at least heard of him, we can't help but feel that this guy is kind of a big deal. From Max we learn that he's bloody rich, from Rei we learn that he's a great cook, from them both (when two guys conveniently share the information right in front of them… anime logic) we learn that he's the best blader in France, and from Takao and Kyouju we learn that he likes art, and… prepare your tinfoil hats, guys, because we're going deep.

The thing is, we know this guy is manipulative, and we know it because he offers Takao lunch in his own super expensive restaurant to distract him from the fact that he just ruined hundreds of people's day. Kyouju even points out that something's wrong when he sees Takao go into the Louvre absolutely furious at Olivier, and then sees them come out like buddies. We also know it because… come on guys, have you seen his face? Have you seen his evil smirk? He's a walking troll face. It's like the animators want us to not trust him. And yet, every background character seemingly adores him, even though we don't really get a specific reason why.

I mean… this is a kids show, I know. And the writing is messy most of the times. But this guy. This guy is shady as fuck. You can take him at face value and assume he's a well-meaning asshole, completely oblivious to normal interpersonal relationships, living in rich people's world where he can just do whatever the fuck he wants. Or. He could be one bad day away from being a chaotic-evil type of supervillain, because it's almost like he's doing everything he possibly can to lure and provoke Takao into battle while holding the façade of smiles and politeness. And the funny thing is that Takao doesn't even notice his intimidation attempts (while Kyouju falls for them at every step)

But, exactly, how manipulative is he? And, more importantly, is he even aware of it? Let's assume the worst about him for a second, that everything he did and said had the purpose to push buttons and provoke a reaction. Then just in episode 34 we have the following:

- He reserves the whole Louvre knowing that the Bladebreakers were going around famous tourists attractions

- He immediately interrupts Takao and makes him waste time on honorifics before letting him speak

- He invites Takao and Kyouju, two guys clearly not dressed for the occasion and who probably don't know proper etiquette, to his high class, really expensive restaurant, serves them delicious food he cooked himself, and even implies that he could kick everyone else out if he wanted to

- He namedrops that one guy from Team Who, in a conversation that really wasn't going in that direction, and then uses the bait to imply that he's much stronger than those guys, knowing fully well that Takao was having a hard time the previous day against them

- He basically corners Takao into battling in the middle of a fucking public park, knowing that there are a lot of people around and everyone wants to see the French champion battle

Now. The thing is, I can't prove he's the Machiavellian mastermind I suspect him to be, and the only way this whole thing works is that, in this episode, Olivier somehow got Takao and Kyouju alone and the rest of the team (Kai in particular) is not there to call Olivier out on his bullshit.

On the Eiffel Tower, at the very end of ep 33, Olivier did mention, among other things, that he has unresolved business with Team Who, and it's Kai that questions him to get more information. And what does Olivier do? He immediately cuts him off with "none of your business" and basically flees. We even get a reaction shot of Kai. Afterwards, Kai goes around trying to find out more information about Olivier on his own, and spies on the battle unseen. What's going on here? Well, Kai is not like his teammates, he's not naive, he knows what manipulation looks like and I think Olivier realizes it. That's why Olivier doesn't even try to play dumb with him like he does with basically everyone else, and that's why Kai circumvents the problem by playing bully with random kids instead of trying to confront him directly.

And I know all of this may be "chemicals are making the frogs gay" level tinfoil, but come on, just look at Olivier's reaction when Takao barges into the Louvre and somehow finds him. What does he looks like he's thinking?

At the end, it doesn't really matter, because Olivier doesn't win like he expects. Granted, at this point he can't lose - because the arc has just begun and Takao needs to work harder, and because Olivier already shit-talked Team Who in two different occasions while the writers want them to be a legit threat for the Bladebreakers. But Olivier can't win either, because we're already at the end of episode 34, we have three teams to juggle, and Takao can't keep losing and having to fight against the same people the whole arc. So they tie… and Olivier is shook. He miscalculated. For some reason this guy, this clueless, impulsive idiot, didn't lose immediately and neatly like he expected. And since Olivier does have honor, and respects people stronger than him, he immediately changes his tone, shuts down the peasants that don't understand these kind of things, and he starts treating Takao like an actual person (kinda).

Option A) Oh, what's this guy doing here while the Louvre should be closed?

Option B) How lucky, I caught him alone

One thing that stands out, though, is that he is the one member of the Euro Team who never loses. They had reasons to make his fight with Takao a tie, but why did they make him tie with Rei? Although I do have my own little theory about this, I noticed that he's the only member of the Euro Team that actually has other things going on in his life other than beyblade. The guy is rich, he is very interested in art, he works as a chef and wins culinary competitions. The fact that he's probably a bored psychopath is balanced by the fact that he seems to have his personal life together, he doesn't put his whole worth into spinning tops clashing against each other, and he has the self-confidence to admit when he was wrong. Which is… more than we say about the other European guys.

So, I'm thinking, because this is called Beyblade theories on crack after all, and there's too much reasonable stuff in this post so far… maybe the writers wanted to use the Euro Team to make a point about not winning, and being ok with it, and they really couldn't make it with the Bladebreakers because they are the protagonists. They can't lose - not permanently. Olivier doesn't win, twice, and… he's shook that he miscalculated, he seems to be honestly confused, his whole drive is not winning, but understand what's going on. That's why he sends the Bladebreakers to Giancarlo, that's why he convinces him to bring them to Ralf, he does want to study Takao, and… is he using the rest of the Euro Team as guinea pigs? Or did he notice something that's missing in them, and subconsciously wants to fix it?

Here's my hot take, and the conclusion to this dumb post. Olivier is not aware of his own machinations. He's a natural manipulator and he has a talent to read people or get info out of them, and he mainly does this by playing dumb and wait until people scream at him who they are and what they want. He reads the Euro Team, he reads the Bladebreakers, and realizes one thing: they could help each other. He baits Takao with the prospect of more beybattles and then follows him to see what happens. If it's chaos, good, if it's some life lesson, better. He manages to get Giancarlo on board and the both of them, combined with Takao, eventually get to Ralf. But what Olivier doesn't realize is that the very thing that he is subconsciously asking Giancarlo, Johnny, and Ralf to fix, is their inability to lean on other people, their skeptical and wary natures, their need to be perfect, without weaknesses, in the eyes of the world; and if Olivier was aware of his own machinations he would have realized sooner that, all this time, all he wanted was to have friends. And if I’m right about anything about this, then the writers will have done a good job with at least one member of the Euro Team, because it’s not only a fucking genius way to introduce the arc, the team, and the theme, but he’s also a damn good character.

I love this guy.

[obsessivestar]

Steamy Love (Tom Hiddleston x Reader) Part 16: ~Ashamed~

Summary: Another busy week of filming goes by, and you can't help but notice Tom growing distant, with his mind focused on something, or perhaps someone else

Warnings: Lotta angst. Verbal aggression. Yelling.

Read it on my Wattpad: @/HiddlesStar

Word count: 1'667

Tags: @theoneanna @midnightdragonzero @drakesfiance @kcd15 @ihthr @deviantsendbyreallife

For the next couple days, you and Tom were able to be close whenever you were back at the house. Lots of cuddling, kissing, and time in the bedroom. The spark you two had was brighter than lightning itself. You could feel constant warmth around him, and you both knew some sort of bond was growing, and it wasn't the same as your committed 'friends with benefits' sort of thing that's been going on. You were secretly hoping this would grow into something more...romantic. You had even come up with a little household nickname for him after watching I Saw The Light, which turned into one of your favourite movies. You even downloaded the songs he covered from that movie on to your phone. You were amazed at and admired how talented he really is.

Near the end of the week, however, he started to become a little distant. In between takes, he would take a phone call in his dressing room, occasionally laughing with whoever he was talking to. When he'd leave his room, he had a big smile on his face; and on the weekend he would go out almost all evening. By the time he'd get home, you'd be asleep. He never even told you where he was going, not that he really needed to, but the distance that you could feel growing started to worry you. Was he avoiding you? Did you say or do something on set that possibly upset him? You planned to talk to him tonight after filming, hoping you'd catch him before he'd head out the door for the evening.

After shooting some scenes Monday morning, you and Tom were able to go home early, so you'd get the afternoon with him, at least. You could tell he had planned to go out again, as he didn't hang up his coat in the closet when you two got home. You moved to the kitchen to make dinner for the evening, feeling warm hands wrap around your waist from behind as you reached up to grab a cutting board. Tom's hands found their way on to your hips, getting under your shirt somewhat. As you lowered your hands down with a heavy blush, he leaned down to start kissing the back of your neck, leaning down more to kiss your shoulder. You knew what he was trying to do. You guys have nearly been doing this everyday, but you can never get over how warm his kisses feel, how his touch makes you shudder.

"T-Tom.." You spoke softly to hold back a moan, feeling his hands slowly move up into your shirt, nipping at your ear with a quiet snarl.

"H-Hey, wait-.." You managed to grab his wrists somewhat and bring his hands down. You didn't dislike his touching, but you knew if it continued, you'd be too tired later on to talk to him.

He reluctantly pulled his hands back. "Everything alright?.." He asked, putting his hands in his jean pockets. You let out a little sigh, closing the cupboards and turning to face him.

"I, uh...wanted to talk to you about last weekend.." You admitted, seeing the slight confusion on his face.

"...Alright.." Tom winced slightly, crossing his arms "but what is there to talk about?"

"W-Well.." You didn't like the way he asked that, but you remained relaxed. "I've...You've been going out all night these past couple days, I'm...just wondering where you're going." You spoke, closing your eyes for a moment with a huff after realizing how that sounded, but Tom spoke again before you could rephrase yourself.

"What do you mean? I've just been going out for dinner. It's nice to change things up a bit.." He wore a slight smile, hoping to keep the conversation normal.

"Well, how come you haven't offered for me to come along?" You asked with a slight frown. "Y-You've been...on the phone with someone for most of the day, and then you head out for like the whole night without me."

"I figured since we both agreed to keep our...companionship a secret, it's best not to go out to dinner together. We may be found out that way." Tom admitted.

"So you just go out to dinner all by yourself?" You asked.

Tom didn't give an exact answer to that right away. It was as if he was thinking on how to explain this, wanting to choose his words wisely.

"I don't go out to dinner alone." He finally said.

"Yeah, I figured as much." You huffed. "I assume you're going out to see whoever you've been talking to on the phone all week.."

At this point, you were getting notably upset and annoyed. You were both aggravated with one another. He didn't appreciate the interrogation, and you didn't like the secrecy. This argument is not going to end well. You can feel it. You're just too upset to really try and calm the situation down. We all have moments where our emotions get the best of us. Unfortunately, this is one of those moments.

"What, do you believe I'm off having secret dates without your knowledge?" Tom gave a slight glare, furrowing his eyebrows. "Do you really think I would do that?"

"I-I don't know what you'd do!" You shrugged. "I don't know what goes inside your brain. I don't know you that well."

"You know me well enough to be in my bed every night." Tom shot back. That was a low blow, enough to make you give him an angered expression before turning away.

He immedietly realized how hurtful that sounded.

"Darling, wait--.." Tom frowned, catching you as you tried to leave the kitchen by grabbing your hand somewhat. He didn't tug at your arm or aggressively hold you in the room, but he kept a firm hold to stop you, hoping to turn the argument away somehow. "Y-You're right, alright? I have been having dinner with the person on the phone, but--"

You turned to him, moving your hand away with a glare. "Who? Who is it?" You asked in a serious tone. Normally you speak to him with kindness. With softness. Now, your tone is strong and stern.

"I-It's...the woman I was seeing back at home. The one I told you about on the phone, before we flew here." Tom admitted. "Her name is Amanda.."

You remember him talking about her. She was the one that dumped him because he'd be filming in America.

"Her?" You smiled somewhat sadly. "She dumps you because you're moving, then conveniently ends up in America anyways? Fucking..." You look away for a moment, an uncomfortable chuckle slipping out due to your nerves rising. "Why the hell are you having dinner with her?"

"She was only here for business. She came down for this week." Tom replied. "I only wanted to have one dinner with her, but she's...persistent. She's a very fast talker. I haven't figured out how to let her down easy.."

"Persistent? What does that mean?" You asked. "Has she tried anything?" You were hoping for a quick no, but he hesitated. He fucking hesitated. You saw he was gazing into your eyes, his blue hues looking almost lost. Was he looking for an answer that wouldn't upset you? Was he stalling to come up with a lie?

"She's...leaned in, once, but I denied her immedietly--" Tom spoke.

You didn't even let him finish, feeling your anxiety rise up and your heartbeat quicken in your chest, to the point where you can feel it without thinking about it.

"I can't fucking believe you.." You spoke, trying to leave the kitchen again.

"Darling--" Tom tried to follow you, but you turned around to step up to him somewhat.

"Don't fucking 'Darling' me! Are you kidding me?" You raised your voice. Even though you were shorter than him, he backed away as if you were 10 feet tall.

"You want to avoid being seen with me in public, but you're willing to risk the paparazzi seeing that random woman lean in for a kiss!?" You were nearly yelling. You couldn't comprehend how angry you felt. Even if he was making good points, you were just too angry to listen. "It's almost like you want to hide me!"

"(Y/N)--"

"Don't." You interrupted him as he spoke your name. You weren't sure what either of you would do if this continued as it is, so you stormed out of the kitchen. "Come talk to me when you're not ashamed of me!" You yelled as you entered your old room, slamming the door.

If you weren't so angry, he probably would've been able to explain himself in a way you'd understand, but for now, you just wanted the day to end, to let this rage fade away naturally. You got out of your clothes and straight into your pajamas. You didn't care if it was just the evening. For you, the day was over.

Tom was shocked to see you so upset with him, to ser you so angry in general. No matter how angry you had become, you had a point. He said he doesn't share, even with a clear lust driven relationship, but here he is having dinner and late night walks with another woman. Even if nothing happens, the romantic bit of being alone with Amanda could be considered cheating all on it's own.

Tom figured neither of you would be cooking dinner, so he turned in to his room for the night. Most of your things were in there since you two had basically begun sharing a room. Seeing your clothes in the hamper made him sad. He was sad for what he had done, and what had been said.

Maybe after you've calmed down tomorrow, he'll do something nice to show where his priorities lie. He's willing to prove that he isn't ashamed to be with you.

He's got a plan.

[byeoltan]

Hi!! Let me say at first how much I appreciate you, your blog is my favourite one!! Thank you for keeping it interesting and diverse! I have a question. Do you by any chance understand what bts comeback concept has to do with words 'love yourself'?? I got that album is about falling in love, being special for someone and unique moments in one's life etc. But i still can't get why they imply that the concept is about loving one's self if this issue barely was touched upon? Am i missing on smth?

but it was written in every breath they took in producing the album bby TT 

their comeback stage showed it all, they could’ve started with intro: serendipity, but no, they straight up went with ‘i need u’ the song that took them to where they are now. they mentioned how everyone cried so much when they had their very first win with i need u, especially jimin. it was in i need u that they realized they might just.. have made it, a step further. if you’ve been with them for a while, you’d know how dirty bangtan and army were treated, like really we were dissed left and right it was really a tough situation especially for k-armys they can’t even be proud of our boys or even mention their names in articles without getting ridiculed just cos they’re not ‘big’ TT and even when we had our first win, bangtan still get called out for ridiculous reasons that’s just. the fact that they made their comeback with i need u shows just how much they treasure the moment the fans that made it possible at that time, i need u was the breakthrough, i need u made them realize that they can actually be… happy now, and move forward. and maybe love themselves more, and performing mic drop afterwards shows exactly that :)

honestly love yourself album is in every sense, calls you to love yourself, if not, more, even when you don’t think you can, just look at the lyrics

just let me love yousince the time the universe was first formedeverything has been decidedjust let me love you–intro: serendipity

and when they say

don’t worry, lovebecause all of this is isn’t a coincidence(even when) we are totally different, babybecause (of that still) destiny is found in the two of ussince the day the universe came into existence, it has continuously been soand transcending for infinite centuries, it will continuously be sofrom our past lives too, perhaps, and even the next lives to comebecause we will still be together forever (no matter)–DNA

doesn’t that encourage you to embrace yourself, despite our differences? and

when you say that you love mefeels like i’m treading on the sky/heavenstell me about forever just one more timewhen you say that you love mei, i’ll be fine even if just those wordsthat you would never change, just one more time–best of me

bangtan treasures us so much as they treasure themselves that they wish for our love to never change no matter how bad things might get 

i wonder if it’s a mistake an angel left behindif not that then, a deep kiss?that dimple is illegalbut I want it anyway anyway anyway–보조개 (dimple)

did you know? that dimples are a medical flaw, a genetic defect that is caused by shortened facial muscles, which is why when we smile, the shorten muscle pulls the skin on our face causing a dimple. but somehow in our society, dimples are embraced and carries a mark of beauty and loveliness the contradiction is fascinating how human perception can override facts, and i personally think this is what makes the song more meaningful despite the casual pop tune, because what ever flaw you think you have, might not be a flaw at all. you can chose to hide it by not smiling, but isn’t it lovely when you smile? love yourself.

stopnow stop watching (and) start studying for (your) examsyour parents and your manager/boss they dislike meall those video clips you’ve watched, twitter photos,v app, bon voyage i know they’re so good, what should we dostop. the music video, (i’m saying) interpret (it) lateraren’t there plenty of my photos in your room, anywaywhat is an hour even? a year passes by just like thatthis song is a reward i’m giving (it) to you.good girl/good boy–pied piper

btw 착해 is an expression, a good compliment you usually receive from an elderly person/grown up when if you do well in something, its not sexual guys idk why some ppl imply it is lmao

so when bangtan says this they mean it wholeheartedly like a friend, like an older brother because they know how bad we have it for them, they know how much influence they have on us, as much as we ahve on them. despite scolding us, albeit, in a loving manner, they really want the best for us. unlike the original story where the pied piper drove the children away from the town of hamelin when the town ppl refuse to pay for his service in luring the plague causing rats away, bangtna isn’t set to lure us away, they in fact, want us to go to them, be with them, love with them, but in addition, we have to set our priorities in real life straight, so that, everyone can appreciate our love too, and maybe, the society won’t put much hate on us anymore.

please army remember what we say, love myself, love yourself, i really love you, and thank you

–skit: billboard music awards speech

this says everything hnnggghh

yeah? who said my ‘spoon was dirty’i don’t care, when i grab the mic i own those whole lot of ‘gold spoons’all of a sudden, those that didn’t cook well are in rage, those lot of steaks i’ll chew on y’all over and over again, on the star’s dinner table–mic drop

oh man i need another post dedicated to mic drop there’s so many things to talk about in this 

the thing i earn with hard work, my paygonna spend it all on my tummy all the pennies i collect/count just to waste it all (on my tummy)leave me be, even if i overspendor come tomorrow morning and like a crazy guymy savings, if i cash them all out (leave me be)woo there’s no tomorrowmy future’s been seized for collateral  woo my money’s all further spent friends, wassup?do you want some?–고민보다 Go (rather than worrying, go)

this whole song is satirical critique tbh even the dance choreography pls appreciate them

and then the outro, which reiterates everything about love and sacrifice, about being the best of yourself, about loving yourself first and foremost

the world is a complexwe was lookin’ for lovei am too, just one of those pplhonestly even i didn’t believe in real lovelike a habit i said i want to love, just babbling like thatbut i found myselfthe whole new myselfeven if i’m confused, which am i is the real meme meeting you makes me wonder, aren’t i a book?or is it you, who are the turning pages (of my book)?damn–outro: her

PLEASE LISTEN TO THIS SKIT THERES ENG SUB AND CRY WITH ME HOW ARE THEY SO PUREE THEY WERE REMEMBERING OLD DAYS AND HOW THEY DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT BILLBOARD IS NAD JIMIN HE JIMIN THOUGHT GRAMMY WAS A PERSON’S NAME AJSHD

theres a reason why bangtan made the skit and sea as hidden tracks, you have to undertsand that bangtan has come a longg way. and one of the reasons why they were finally able to get their first win the last time was through purchase of physical copies, which helped tremendously raise the sales. bangtan may be celebrated and loved wordlwide but back in their home ground, they were nobodies, which is why buying physical copy always meant more even (especially for k-fandoms) since you’re willing to go for an extra mile, its part of kfandom culture for fans to invest a lot of time and money for their group supports and projects to help get their fave name out there, sure you can like/listen to other groups but ultimately, hundreds of idols debut eveyr year so in order to make sure your group lasts a long time, korean fans consider it very important to pledge their loyalty to a single group and support them with all you have, this is why it was even harder for karmys because we come from small company :’)

and now that they are getting success tremendously over the past year (BANGTAN’S #7 ON BILLBOARD 200 GUYS PLEASE GIVE YOURSELFVES A PAT WE DID THAT), love yourself is to be quite honest, an album dedicated to armys all round, and those two tracks are just a little bit more intimate, and more on a personal level, which is why it was hidden from the rest of the world, i’d like to think that the reason they kept it hidden in a physical copy because they know for certain that only their fans would purchase a physical copy, and that they want us to be the first ppl to hear it, to listen to their laments, their grieves, their happiness, their love, they just wanna them share with us first and foremost, because they know only we would get it, because we’ve been there

in the end the mirage is caught andit becomes reality, andthe desert i was once afraidbecame the sea with our blood, sweat, and tearsbut then amongst all this happiness,what are these fears?because this place is originally a desert, we know this too well–sea