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“Curious if either of us can survive separation.”
my browser background is primavera by botticelli and genuinely every time I let my eyes linger on it for too long and my mind starts flashing back to the show I gain the urge to start screaming and clawing at the walls in a violent bout of sickness
#hannibal#they make me insane#still desperate for a season 4 a spin-off more bloopers ANYTHING#I actually don’t think any show will ever show like nbc’s hannibal did#it’s a tasteful dance of twisted and beautiful#just something indescribable#peak fiction#hannibal lecter#will graham#hannigram#murder husbands#one day my mind will flee the coop and run off to italy#dolce#the museum date#♣️ classics
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SSR Ortho Shroud - Platinum Gear Voice Lines
When Summoned: Land of Dawning National Museum of Art data, download complete. Commencing supporter role.
Summon Line: Why would people come to a museum to look at paintings that they can see online anytime? ...This is my chance to verify the reason!
Groooovy!!: The Son of the God of Thunder failed miserably a ton of times. Want me to tell you what all they were?
Home: A 100th anniversary is amazing!
Home Idle 1: Even when looking at the same painting, it'll resonate differently to each person... In other words, the impressions it gives off can change depending on who looks at it. That's pretty cool.
Home Idle 2: Malleus-san told me a tale of the Thorn Fairy that I hadn't ever heard before. I liked being able to hear something that couldn't be found online!
Home Idle 3: The more you figure out a painting's expressionism, the more fascinating it becomes. Like when they use colors for the scenery different from what would be the norm to represent a character's feelings.
Home Idle - Login: Give me a shout if you need something explained! I made sure to put together all the info on the exhibits here at the museum.
Home Idle - Groovy: I had a ton of fun listening to all of Jade-san's stories about the exhibits! I'd love to be able to go on a dolphin-riding tour sometime.
Home Tap 1: Even if I could meet the Thorn Fairy, I wouldn't be able to carelessly get too close to her. If I made her angry and she summoned lightning, I could short circuit...
Home Tap 2: It's said that the Lord of the Underworld always spoke with an abundance of humor. If only there was the technology to record voices during his time... Too bad.
Home Tap 3: Riddle-san was gazing at a painting of the Queen of Hearts... I could really see just how moved he was by it. That sort of emotion is still difficult for me to reproduce.
Home Tap 4: It's still hard for me to create something from scratch, so I have a ton of respect for people who can do that. Particularly, my brother!
Home Tap 5: Don't you think this gear is pretty stylish? I feel like I could just go to a dance party in this thing!
Home Tap - Groovy: I'm currently analyzing the difference in emotions people feel from the artwork. Can you tell me about the paintings you liked?
Duo: [ORTHO]: Jade-san, I've figured out their weakness! [JADE]: Ortho-kun, you've done well.
Birthday Login Message: Rolling... Action! Okay, give me my birthday wishes with a biiig smile! This? It's a film camera I borrowed from the Film Research Club. I thought I'd capture my birthday memories on here. It could be a little difficult developing the film, but I thought it wouldn't be bad to try something analog once in a while... Huh, you'll lend me a hand? Thanks!
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lilac - chapter 4
miguel o’hara x f!reader
summary: you accidentally overhear a conversation between miguel and his ai at work.
wc: 4.5k
warnings/tags: domestic lifestyle, mentions of violence, mentions of choking and death, swearing, mentions of office sex, strippers, sex workers, strip club, private dances, cuddling
author’s note: he’s so lana del rey coded guys
Anybody with experience knew that trying to keep twenty third graders together was like herding cats. Anybody with further experience knew that keeping twenty third graders together in a sharp, sleek, trillion-dollar facility like Alchemax was like herding cats who were soaking wet and high on all the catnip they could have stuffed their stupid little faces with in the span of five minutes.
“Alexander,” you snapped as you helped your coworker count little bodies as they piled off the bus. “If I have to tell you one more time to keep your hands off James, I’m going to drive this bus myself back to school and give you a fifty-page packet while everyone else here has fun.”
While your words had the effect you hoped they did, you wouldn’t exactly classify a field trip to Alchemax as fun. It was a megacorporation that dabbled in exploits from clean energy to genetics to god knew whatever else they did in there between those fancy metal walls. The building looked as though it should have come straight from a sci-fi film compared to the other foundations on the block, all floor-to-ceiling windows and fifty-some floors and armed guards that stood at the front doors. Certainly not a place to take a field trip with a bunch of nine year olds. Again, you would have thought some place like the zoo or even an interactive museum would have been better, but when the principal wanted something, she got it.
To be honest, you had a suspicion she was hooking up with one of the guards here, but you had nothing to prove your theory.
Like the pack of raging little animals that they were, your students filed across the front way of the building and up the stone stairs to the doors, where they waited in a mass of wiggles and excited spasms. Each of them held their partner’s hand, a rule you pressed with each field trip. Going into a freaky building like this, you almost wished you had a hand to hold yourself.
“That’s all of them,” said your coworkers, one of the three teachers who had come to chaperone the trip. She looked up from her clipboard of names, double checking each kid as you both followed the crowd of children up the steps. “Christ, this is going to be a shitshow. I just know we’re going to be escorted out of here after… I don’t know, a molecular leveler gets demolished by tiny, sticky hands.”
You snuffed out a little snort, reaching up to adjust the necklace perched about your collarbones. In your free hand, you carried a coffee cup that still had the tab in; it wasn’t for you. “I think it’ll be alright,” you said, but not nearly as confidently as you would have liked. “We had an entire assembly over this.”
“And since when has that ever helped?” She followed your movements, her eyes trailing over your form. You blinked at her. “Are you wearing lipstick?”
“Hah! No…!” Quickly, before she could ask any more questions, you turned away and pressed your lips to your sleeve, trying to wipe off some of the excess lipstick you’d applied right before leaving the school. Fuck, it was too much, wasn’t it?
Definitely too much for popping in to visit during a school field trip when you should have been watching your kids.
After passing through multiple tall, sleek-looking metal detectors (and scolding a few kids for bringing their phones when they were specifically told to leave them at school), you met the man who would be giving the tour of the facility in the lobby. Overhead, modern-art-classified light fixtures hung from the ceiling like someone had captured starlight and crammed it into bulbs. A cafeteria filled with scientists and researchers and everyone in between stood to your left, each of them donned in a stark white lab coat. Some of them spoke on phones, others clacked away on laptops and futuristic-looking tablets with such an intensity you would have thought they were taking a test for their lives. A few of them spared a glace or two at your group, but they didn’t last long. Apparently field trips to designated areas in the building were normal.
You heard the tour guide talking animatedly to the kids, but his words didn’t quite register as you kept your head on a swivel, searching out something specific. After a moment, when you leaned back on the heels of your feet, you found what you were looking for; the elevators.
“Hey,” you said to your coworker as the kids began to move deeper into the lobby, “will you cover for me? I’ve got to run to the restroom real quick.”
After they had moved along to where they couldn’t see you, you grasped the coffee cup tighter in your grasp and made a beeline for the elevators. Your footsteps against the polished marble seemed deafening as you quickened your pace, realizing the cup wasn’t as hot as it had been earlier. How fucking humiliating would it be if you brought him cold coffee? There was a part of you that knew, really, he wouldn’t mind, but the larger, more insecure bit insisted he would mentally cringe and throw it out the second you left.
Fuck, you thought. This man had you whipped.
You had just reached the elevators, reaching out to tap the call button, when a voice called out to you from your left. “Excuse me,” said a woman sitting behind a large metal desk you hadn’t seen in your haste. She eyed you from behind thick lenses, brow quirked over the top of her monitor. “We do ask that you stay with your group, if you’re here for a tour.”
“Oh! Uhm…” Gripping the cup tight enough that you felt the cardboard bend ever so slightly against your fingers, you padded closer to the desk and put on your best tight-lipped smile. “I’m sorry. I was just bringing a drink to someone who worked here. He’s, uhm… he’s -”
Before you could force your tongue to get out some kind of excuse, some kind of title, the woman was pulling out a small paper sheet from a drawer beside her leg. “Are you a significant other?” she asked, pulling a visitor sticker from the sheet and leaning forward to press it to your shirt. She didn’t seem to want to wait for an answer before sitting back down and clicking away at her screen. “Just a security question before you go; name and floor number?”
Goddamn; suddenly you were so fucking glad some people sucked at their jobs.
Taking a breath, you inhaled and plastered on a grin. “O’Hara,” you replied. “Floor seven.”
“Alright,” she said without looking up again. “You’re free to go up. Please stay in the public hallways.”
The entire elevator ride up to the third floor, you were unable to keep a goofy, surely stupid-looking smile from your face. You liked the idea of being called Miguel’s ‘significant other.’ It made your stomach clench, made your pulse race and your heart thunder and your core throb with a dull ache. For just a moment, you allowed yourself to imagine that kind of role, being deserving of such a title.
Coming home from your teaching job not to immediately race to do your makeup in loud, flashy colors, but to stay in the warm, basking glow of a house or a roomy apartment each evening. The keys would always fit just right in the lock, never click or jump. The air would be filled with the sound of a little girl’s quiet giggles from her bedroom, along with the smell of dinner cooking on the stove. Small soccer cleats by the door. Trinkets and photographs and everything else that made the house a home strewn about the rooms. And a tall, sinewy figure that towered over you there to greet you when you walked inside, all warm smiles and wide, calloused hands on your hips and full lips to press against yours with enough gentleness and passion and adoration to keep you on your toes the rest of the night.
A bed big enough for the both of you, with enough blankets and comforters that you wouldn’t be cold even if you couldn’t afford to keep the heat on. Sheets and pillows that knew your white-knuckled grip, that would mold to your hands as you laid out bare for him and allowed him to worship the very ground you walked on with his mouth, his fingers, what lay beneath his slim, narrow hips…
By the time the elevator reached the seventh floor and the doors opened with a gentle chime, your cheeks were hot and your palms were sweaty enough you were sure you’d heated the coffee back up to steaming.
Wandering through the halls of Alechmax’s third floor and feeling incredibly out of place amongst the scientists flipping through reports and chattering on calls, you shuffled from office to office, searching for that familiar name that made your stomach flip. It seemed an awkwardly insane amount of time before you finally spotted his name on a plate beside a door left slightly ajar. You approached and smoothed out your shirt, preparing to present the coffee, when you heard voices inside.
“This isn’t like you, boss,” a woman was saying, her voice slightly warped from speaking over a computer. “You’re always preaching to the others that messing with canon events and triggering changes that aren’t meant to happen is wrong. You know it’s wrong.”
From across the room, a voice you recognized as Miguel’s scoffed. “This one is different. I’m balancing out the changes. I’ve got it under control.”
“Some control you’ve got. You do realize you’ve already altered enough canon events that even this universe itself doesn’t know where it’s going anymore? The bad guys here aren’t supposed to be in jail. Things aren’t supposed to get better. You know why? Because here, there is no Spiderman.”
Spiderman? Your gut clenched slightly as you inched closer to the gap between the door and the frame. If they were talking about Spiderman, then surely - he must have come from here. Some of those conspiracy theorists were right.
“Like I said, Lyla,” Miguel replied, his voice a touch deeper than it had been just a moment ago, “I have it under control.”
The woman named Lyla went on despite the dangerous rumble in Miguel’s throat you’d never heard before. “Here’s another one. That friend of yours? She was supposed to be engaged by now to her boyfriend. Her actual boyfriend. They’re supposed to have the whole angsty proposal thing, go back and forth for another three months, then end things. When he ends her. Asphyxiation by choking for approximately seven minutes, by the way.”
For a long, long while, there was silence. You realized you had been holding your breath, trying desperately to connect these pieces that just refused to fit together. What on earth were they talking about? Universes? Spiderman? Someone getting choked to death by their fiance? It sounded like a bad movie plot.
“Lyla?” came Miguel’s voice.
“Yeah, boss?”
“...Shut down and mute all alerts.”
Again, there came that horrible, palpable silence. Lyla seemed to be in some kind of shock. “Boss, I’m not sure that’s really what you want. You’re in a state of denial. Maybe you should take a break there, come back to headquarters. Jessica’s tried reaching out. Peter and Ben, too. I advise spending time with friends to decrease levels of -”
“Shut down. Now. I’m not going to tell you again.”
“...Yes, boss.”
When you heard his footsteps crossing the room, you took a small step back and clutched the surely-lukewarm coffee to your stomach. You’d never heard him take such a tone before, always used to that warm, content baritone that rumbled comfortably from deep within his throat. This kind of voice you’d just heard was cold and emotionless, without an ounce of feeling in a single one of his words.
You took a breath and exhaled it softly.
Then, as if he heard it from inside his office, the door was opened at an alarming rate to reveal Miguel on the other side. His brow was furrowed and a line had appeared at the corner of his mouth with his frown, obviously expecting one of his coworkers to be intruding at his door. Yet when his gaze met yours, when his frame towered over your smaller one, he realized just who you were, recognized that gleam in your eyes when you locked stares. His gaze softened like an airbag deflating. That line by his mouth disappeared. His tensed figure slowly relaxed, his shoulders coming down from where they’d been set.
For a short moment, you simply stared at one another. You were forced to admit to yourself that tone he’d spoken with had intimidated you.
It reminded you of the one Ferris used when he cornered you and threatened to take off for good.
Finally, Miguel’s lips parted. “Hey,” he breathed out, like he was trying his damn fucking best not to let that tone leak through to you.
You swallowed and slowly allowed yourself to relax. He wouldn’t ever speak to you like that. You didn’t know how you knew. You could just sense it in the warmth that poured from him, from the gentle honey of his dark eyes, from the way he held himself and carried his weight and set down each step like he knew the outcome of each and every movement he made. “Hi.”
Miguel inhaled, as if he were relieved you decided to speak. “Sorry about that,” he said and gestured over his shoulder into his office. “We’ve been testing out some new AI lately. Throwing it curveballs to see if it can keep up.” A small smile graced his face, close-lipped and sweet. Again, you realized - he never smiled with his teeth. “It hasn’t been going well.”
Like a dam breaking and letting a flood of water into a canal, relief rocketed through your systems and worked to ease your stress. Of course he had been talking to a computer. You doubted he could ever speak to a woman like that, much less anyone else. And that also explained all the wild things they had been discussing. Universes? Some poor chick getting murdered by her fiance?
Just the complicated workings of an out of sorts AI.
“I have to admit, I was wondering,” you let yourself laugh. “But, you know… who am I to question Alchemax’s best geneticist?” You watched in fascination as the corner of his mouth quirked upward and one eye squinted with the smile. God, you could watch him do that all damn day. Suddenly remembering the coffee in your hands, you held it up to him with an embarrassed grin. “I meant to bring you this while it was still hot, but I guess you know how hellish it can be getting a bunch of third graders on a bus.”
He took the cup with a rather confused expression.
“The field trip,” you said and folded your hands in front of you, because you knew if you didn’t, you would surely reach out and touch his face. “It’s today. You signed the permission slip about a month ago.”
Miguel blinked a few times, then took a breath and lifted his face. “Right. Right, sorry. Must have slipped my mind. I’ve - heh.” He shook his head and reached up to scratch at the delicate skin of his throat in that way he did when he spoke to you. “More going on than you would know.”
“Believe me,” you said softly, looking down at your shoes. You thought of dishes still in the sink, and band practices in your living room, and threats of leaving you all on your own because, really, that was truly your worst fear. “I know.”
You thought from there you would smile and turn, say something like, ‘Well, just thought I’d stop by,’ and leave him in the doorway of his office so that he wouldn’t see the yearning swimming in your irises. Maybe if you were feeling bold, you’d reach out and touch his wrist for just a moment before pulling away and practically sprinting back to the elevators.
But when you went to turn, he beat you to all of that. He reached out to touch your upper arm, the tips of his calloused fingers brushing along the fabric of your shirt, and he asked if you’d like to come inside, sit down for a minute. And inside his office, he told you what his department was working on, explained it in ways he knew you would understand. He spoke of a molecular collider that, in theory, would open a doorway to parallel universes.
You could have spent hours sitting in that office that smelled like his cologne, listening to him talk.
But life moved on. You were forced to pull yourself away, travel back downstairs and hold Gabriella’s hand like you hadn’t just thought about Miguel folding you over his desk, hushing your desperate cries, and gripping onto your hips with a hold that would bruise. You were forced to drive home and argue with Ferris about dirty laundry and his new keyboard girl constantly texting him. You were forced to land in the dressing room at The Menagerie, carefully dotting rhinestones to your collarbones in the mirror while the other girls buzzed around you.
“And he brought you flowers, too?” asked Shawna from where she was spread out on the couch across the room. She sighed deeply and hung her head over the armrest. “Girl. When are you going to stop playing and give that little girl of his a new mom?”
“You know why I can’t,” you replied as you pressed a small plastic rhinestone to your skin.
Zara met your eyes in the mirror as she grabbed the back of your chair, already dressed in her colorful, skimpy outfit and her mask. “We know why,” she hissed, but not at you. “That Ferris dude has got you held under the water, babe. Serious ball and chain kind of deal here. You really need to do something.”
If you could have found the strength to, you would have rolled your eyes at their words. But you really couldn’t. You were nothing short of exhausted after the field trip today, so much that you wouldn’t be surprised if you were unable to keep your eyes open while you were on stage. God, you loved your teaching gig, but sometimes it was so, so stressful. And so was this job. Teaching, dancing, disciplining, teasing. They all collided into one big, neverending hurricane of fatigue.
“Maybe in another universe,” you found yourself mumbling under your breath, remembering everything Miguel had told you about this morning, “I could have been a flower shop keeper.”
Behind you in the mirror, a few of the girls looked at you with strange expressions.
Before you could go back to applying your rhinestones, one of the newer girls entered the room and pushed her mask up so that her face was visible. She looked to you. “Boss said you’re canceled on the stage,” she said, and you hoped for a moment you were going to go home early, before she added, “Guy paid for a private dance in Room 7.”
“Goddammit.” You groaned and leaned forward to rest your forehead on your arms. You were way too fucking tired to do a private dance right now.
“M’sure he won’t be that bad,” said Shawna as she let herself slip further over the arm of the couch.
Grumbling beneath your breath, you stood, finished off your rhinestones the best you could, and slipped your cold porcelain mask over your features. At least like this, your customer wouldn’t be able to see your exhausted eyes and lost expression.
The beating, thrumming music of the club seemed to vibrate your very soul in your chest as you wound your way past patrons and around the stage, sure to throw half-assed smiles at the people you were forced to wiggle past just a bit too close. The short corridor leading to the private rooms were lit with neons, playing with shadows across your costumed form as you found Room 7 and gently knocked on the door. You blinked a few times to clear the blur from your eyes, then cleared your throat and stepped inside.
“Hi, handsome,” you said as you turned to shut the door - your classic line, no matter who the buyer. “How are you doing tonight?” You turned around to face your customer, then came to a complete stop. Even your heart jumped a beat or two.
The man you’d seen in the shadows that night of the robbery, the man with the little scar on his collarbone, had gotten to his feet from his chair when you entered the room. He wore that same spider mask, still had his dark hair slicked back over his head.
You swallowed thick as you felt his eyes traveling over your form behind the gaps in his mask. “Hello… Spiderman.”
He hesitated for a moment, like he was lost on just what to do. “Hey,” he said in an equally soft voice. It was muted in the same way it was behind his spandex mask.
You placed your hands behind your back as you leaned up against the door - and locked it. “I didn’t think you’d come.”
“...You asked.”
“Did I?” Putting on your best flirty, coy smile, you slowly crossed the room to meet him. “I thought all I said was… if you stopped by, to ask for me.” You reached out to touch the edge of his shirt, past his dress jacket, and skim your knuckle over the tan skin of his exposed collarbone. That scar sat just where you’d seen it before. “But you’re here.”
“...I’m here.”
There was a soft lilt to his voice, one that you had not heard before. Then again, you hadn’t spoken to him much, just in the bank and on the rooftop. But it seemed long enough to know that it wasn’t normal.
“What’s wrong, Spiderman?” you asked gently, taking a step closer. Your knees brushed against his, and when you gave him a gentle push on the shoulder, he sat back in the chair positioned in the center of the room. You gingerly climbed up so that your knees rested on either side of his thighs, so that your center was just inches above his. You didn’t miss the slight hitch in his breath, the way his eyes widened ever just so behind that spider mask. “Have a bad day? Some criminals get the better of you?”
You knew, in a way, that he wasn’t going to do it himself, so you took his wide, warm hands in your own and rested them on your hips. They stayed there for a long, long moment. Then they moved not down, toward your ass and your core, but up. They felt tentatively along your middle, his thumb tickling your stomach just a bit, and stopped just below your breasts before sliding back down again.
“No,” he replied in a low, raspy voice. He paused when you slowly lowered yourself so that you were seated on his lap now, your hips pressed against his. You felt his thigh twitch beneath your ass. “Pretty good day, actually. Just… heard some bad news.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
You hummed, letting your fingers drag along the delicate skin of his throat, just barely shaded with stubble. “What can I do to make you feel better?”
You expected him to hesitate, then make a request. Strip for him. Dance. Whisper in his ear all the things you wanted to do to him.
But there came none of that. Instead of touching you like you were used to, his hands - which were still respectfully resting against your middle - slowly slid across to your back and gently, gingerly, pulled you against him so that you were lying against his front. So that your chests were pressed together. So that you were slumped comfortably in his lap. He held you there against him, one hand on the small of your back and the other on the base of your neck.
“Just this,” he murmured.
You were stunned, to say the least. This was not the first time a customer just wanted to hold, or be held, or anything of the sort. But even then, those touches were desperate and needy, clingy and awkward. But this was everything they were not. This was gentle and considerate, kind and… romantic. Like he didn’t just need to be touched, he needed to be touched by you.
When you inhaled you thought you recognized the scent you breathed in. But with his body so close and his hands holding you so securely, you dismissed it like a runaway thought.
“Here.” Spiderman pulled you back for just a second, raising his fingers up to pull at the ribbon keeping your mask on your face, mindful not to catch any hair. Your breath hitched when he set the monarch mask aside, your face now bare as you stared down at him. This was against the rules. You were not supposed to do this. Customers were not supposed to see your face, know you like this.
But this?
This was far beyond any rules.
Your lips parted and your heart thundering in your chest so loud you were sure he could hear it, you found your own fingers slowly reaching up to graze at his porcelain mask. Your fingertips grazed the edge, began to hitch it up…
He caught your wrist in a hold that was so gentle, yet so commanding, that you immediately let your hand drop. But there was no venomous feeling there, no edge. Just a warning. A soft, quiet warning.
Exhaling, you wrapped your arms around his neck and settled yourself against his wide, powerful frame. Your face nestled itself into the crook of his neck, your chin resting atop his shoulder, as his hands came back to hold your form against his. One of his thumbs glided across your shoulder blade, sending goosebumps rising across your skin.
Gripping onto his jacket collar, you opened your eyes to look at yourself in the mirror that faced the back of the chair. Here you couldn’t see the mask over Spiderman’s face, just his slicked-back hair and his broad shoulders keeping you caged against him. His head tilted toward yours, your temples resting together.
For a moment, in your exhaustion and fatigue, you thought he resembled someone else you knew. But you let the thought pass, instead shutting your eyes and basking in his soft, gentle, perfect touch.
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౨ৎ KISS? OIKAWA TOORU Pt 2
time skip! Oikawa | past insecurities | reader being a writer | high school exes to strangers to...? | PART 1 | PART 3 | PART 4
The silence between you is suffocating. For a moment, you wonder if he’s going to say anything more or if he’ll just stand up and walk out. Maybe he should. Maybe you should. But neither of you moves.
“You’re not going to say anything, huh?” he finally asks, his tone laced with that sharp-edged charm that you thought time might have dulled. It hasn’t.
You blink, your throat dry as you force out a reply. “What is there to say?”
too much. I am sorry. We shouldn't have broken up. But saying so now it's a bit pathetic, no? At our age, after so many years apart. And yet, at this very moment, I can't help but feel like the same little girl I was back then. I am sorry Tooru.
He leans back in his chair, arms crossed, and studies you. His eyes, still that warm, deep brown, narrow slightly.
“Maybe a hello would’ve been a start,” he says, and there’s a flicker of something behind his words. Bitterness? Amusement? You can’t tell.
“Hello, Oikawa,” you say, your lips curling up into a half-sarcastic grin.
His lips twitch in response, but he doesn’t smile. Not fully. “Hello back to you.”
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The waitress brings your orders and for a while the clinking of cups and the low music in the café fill the silence between you. You glance at him from time to time and he does the same, although in Oikawa true style, he will never admit to it.
“So,” he says finally, breaking the silence. “What brings you back to Japan? Thought you’d left for good.”
“I could say the same about you,” you reply.
He shrugs, his smile faint. “Fair enough. I am back for a competition. But you didn’t answer my question.”
You hesitate, your fingers tightening around your cup. “Work,” you say. “I’m a writer now. I travel a lot. I have a meet and greet" you shrug.
“A writer,” he repeats, his voice softer now. “Guess that makes sense. You were always scribbling in that little notebook of yours.” "Guess I will have to buy a copy then" he adds on with a small faint grin.
The chuckle that escapes your mouth is soft, as your eyes move to the window for a moment. "I suppose you shall. Maybe I will even sign it for you" you tease back.
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Eventually, the café starts to fill up, and the noise becomes too much. Conversation between you two starts to drown out, almost as if it was coming to an end. Dancing around the elephant in the room. Oikawa glances at the time, then back at you.
“Let’s go,” he says suddenly.
“Go where?” your voice filled with confusion.
He doesn’t answer, just stands and waits for you to follow. Against your better judgment, you do.
You walk through the city together, the silence between you stretching, snapping, then stretching again. It’s only when you realize where he’s leading you that your steps falter.
“The museum?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.
He glances at you over his shoulder, his expression unreadable. “Yeah. The museum.”
You don’t know why you follow him inside, why you let yourself be pulled back into the past. But before you know it, you’re wandering through familiar halls, memories surfacing with every step.
“This is where you almost knocked over that sculpture,” he says, his tone lighter again now, almost teasing.
“You pushed me,” you shoot back, but there’s a faint smile on your lips.
“And this,” he says, gesturing toward a statue of two figures embracing, “is where we tried to recreate that pose. You got embarrassed and ran off when people started staring.”
You roll your eyes, but you can’t suppress the laugh that bursts out. “I forgot how dramatic you are.”
“Dramatic?” he repeats, faking offense. “I’m passionate, thank you very much.”
For a moment, it feels like you’ve slipped back in time, like nothing has changed. But then you reach the last room and the room feels like it's engulfing you from the inside out. The main painting of the room is illuminated by small shining lights, making it more captivating. The Kiss, by Klimt.
You remember the way you both stood here, years ago for your first date, awkward and unsure. The way he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours for the first time.
"Shall we recreate this painting too, no? We recreated all of them, it's fair we do the same with this one"
The way your heart raced, the way your lips moved together in an awkward mess but it was so sweet.
Now, at twenty-seven, you stand side by side, the memories of the past pressing down on you two.
“Oh...” he murmurs, his voice barely audible.
You turn to him, your gaze meeting his. And for a moment, everything else fades away.
pt3 soon
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Daemon: Another Clue (4)
NOTE: This is the newest edited version of this story
Fred was back at the museum where the Daemon Ritus was stolen and he looked around the shattered glass. He kicked a piece and it clinked along the tile. Someone coughed behind him and Fred turned to see a group of officers arrive.
"Who invited this cartoon?" Officer Barrel was looking out over his shades and Fred rolled his eyes. Barrel was the lead investigator on the Daemon Ritus case, hired by the museum insurance company.
"So what do we have here?" He squatted over the glass and slipped his glasses in his shirt like some crime show cliché. Fred crossed his arms and backed away, looking at the whole scene. There was nothing, at least nothing that could be seen with the naked eye and with Barrel and his goons he wasn't going to be getting any closer. Fred used his phone to snap a couple of photos before pulling out a napkin and using it to pick up the glass he kicked earlier, discreetly putting it into his pocket.
"So what did the cameras see?" Fred walked over to the security guard on duty as they scanned the playback of security footage.
"There's a shadow right before the case shatters. Just a shadow though, nothing we can make out except for how large it is." Fred could barely make anything out because of how fuzzy it was, the result of an outdated security system.
"Hey, Jones," Barrel approached Fred with a smirk, showing a message he just received from someone at home base, "an old lady called in something you might find interesting. Remember Spooky Island? Turns out someone spotted something that matches the description of your little monsters. Figured you might want to go play detective with something a little more up your alley. Monsters in masks and all." Barrel winked like the piece of shit he was and turned back to the shattered glass. Fred was biting his tongue, but he knew these things were connected. They had to be. This lead him to the apartment complex where he interviewed all the way up the building until one apartment. They were hiding something, he had a hunch, and when he found the sketchbook he knew exactly what it was.
On the way back to HQ, he spotted the guy he chatted with and another taller person. Someone he assumed was the guy behind the door. Abandoning the Mystery Machine, he stuck to the shadows and behind other club goers and he kept on their tail. He was able to witness it all, the conversation at the bar, the seduction on the dance floor, and then peering around the corner he watched Max switch husks.
"Fucking monster. He did it out in the open." Fred furrowed his brow and ducked back into the crowd as the two individuals left with a new body.
I woke up the next day and could barely see a few feet in front of me. As I rubbed the morning haze out of my eyes I noticed Max in the bathroom, spotting him through the slightly open door. He was looking at himself in the mirror, stretching out his face to see if he could get any more comfortable inside the club stranger. He moved on from his face, letting is snap back into place before he rubbed his hands down the inside of his open shirt.
"Cute glasses." I appeared in the doorway and he jumped a bit. I spooked the daemon which made me chuckle. Now I knew that when he was startled his eyes would glow.
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"I don't have to wear them if you don't like them." He said.
"No. I think they really are cute." I pushed them back onto his face as he started removing them. He turned back to the mirror and touched himself.
"This husk can't be the permanent one. There is something that feels off." I slipped my hands under his arms and moved them up his body. I pressed myself into him, taking in the scent of his new body. Was that peppermint? Right when I reached for his pecs, he flexed them so I could feel them better underneath. He turned around, face to face with me and I felt the bulge growing in his underwear. I reached inside, grabbing ahold of his cock and grinning as his eyes became a brighter green. I pushed him up on the counter and continued to play with the tip of his cock as he shivered from the human pleasure. Stripping out of me clothes, I hungrily lifted up his legs to expose his hole and my tongue explored between his thighs until I was fully tracing his asshole with my tongue. His eyes were almost rolling back as I dipped my tongue inside of him and when I felt like it was sufficiently slathered in my saliva I crawled back up his body until my already leaking cock was aligned with him.
"I want you to use me." He was panting as the tip of my cock pushed into him and he relaxed his whole body, sending me forward and filling his hole with my erection. I pushed his arms up, looking at his tattoos as I rammed myself into him. He bit his lip as I fucked him, the sounds of panting and groaning filling the bathroom. With his legs up at my shoulders, I leaned into his chest and kissed his nipple, my tongue circling the sensitive tit. My hips slapped against him until I was suddenly feeling the pleasure build up from my balls and I was exploding inside of him with moans so loud I was certain the neighbors could hear.
"Fucking hell." I was sweating and I looked him over, lines of his own cum having been smeared across his body. He was licking his lips, savoring the part of his own load that landed on his lips and panicked when we heard the sound of banging on the front door.
There was someone on the other side as we frantically recovered from our fuck session, missing buttons and grabbing our bags to make a quick escape, but it was too late. The frame cracked and in walked the handsome stranger. He stared at the two of us, I was frozen in place and Max was already getting into position for a fight. I could him tense up as this new individual took a few steps forward. This was yet another person I had recognized, but couldn't quite place. Of course, it only took me a few seconds to realize who he was and it was odd not seeing him with his dog.
"Norville?" I was a little in shock, two members of Mystery Incorporated showing up was a little odd. That's what I get for running around with a monster.
"They call me Shaggy." He looked over at Max who was fuming, but suddenly seemed calm. His neighbors were already peering through the broken door frame and Max's sudden calmness was something I would have to trust, dodging the stares as the police were being called.
"We don't have to worry about him." Max said as we made our escape.
"So you found a human to play with?" Shaggy was looking at me.
"He saved my life." Max squeezed my hand as we finally stopped to catch our breath.
"A human saved your life? I don't think so." He pinched the back of my neck and I swatted his hand away.
"What the hell, dude?" I turned quickly and Shaggy growled with a pair of glowing green eyes. Max came to my defense by stepping between us. I looked angry and my face flushed hot.
"We've got a lot to catch up on." Max smiled back at me.
Shaggy's place was different than I imagined, but from what I could gather this wasn't really Shaggy. Whatever creature was inside him commandeered his life and decided to take over.
"So can you explain what's going on?" I asked, making myself at home in his man cave, which was actually quite nice. Someone was making money. Or stealing it.
"Well, this part of my story started after the incident on Spooky Island. I was able to get away after Daphne kicked my ass onto that stupid disco ball. Once I was kicked out of my body I needed to find someone to enter right away and while the chaos was happening I dragged Shaggy down into the caves and forced his protoplasm out. I had to do it fast and it was easy to crawl into him. You remember how good I am at that." He looked over at Max who nodded.
"Incredible." I said under my breath, but they definitely heard.
"You think so? Maybe this human will be fun to play with." He squinted at me with a slight curl of his lip which made me blush.
"So what are you doing now?" Max asked.
"I thought I was the only one left. Not all of you were as smart as me, but it turns out there was at least one." He slapped Max in the leg like they were old bros. "I ended up tearing apart Mystery Incorporated from the inside and started a podcast where I talk about unsolved mysteries while playing video games." He motioned to his sick set up, a series of screen, cameras, and microphones all set up with some mood lighting surrounding it. "Plus, people like seeing what I've done with this body and I am not afraid to show it. I went from twink to hunk." He flexed his arms and they swelled to the size of baseballs. Max could tell I was enjoying how cocky he was being.
"What do you want from us?" Max and I asked in unison.
"I figured we should at least be around each other. Two of the only creatures left in a whole species." He looked at me and then came and sat down. "Now that I've been around him for a minute I can see why he appeals to you." He leaned in and smelled my hair.
"Oookay." I dodged his sniff and stood up with their eyes following me. Two sets of glowing green eyes glued to me.
"What? I was just having fun."
"Do you know why Fred is after us?" Max asked.
"Nope. Didn't even know that dweeb was still around. Assume he's just trying to solve another mystery and fill that empty detective hole in his heart." Shaggy shrugged and leaned back into the sofa. "You two are welcome to stay here. If that twat Freddy shows up I'm sure we can take care of him." He stood up and started removing his clothes as he walked to the bathroom, leaving a trail behind him. He was completely nude by the time he got to the start of the hallway, looking back at me with a sneer.
"Are you okay?" Max asked.
"Why was I drooling?" I asked, turning back to him.
"Kind of." He chuckled.
"You know, I'm not seduced as easily as you think I am," I cuddle up into Max on the sofa, "I only need one daemon in my life." He kissed me and then pulled at my waist as Shaggy took a bath.
Fred was able to get to the apartment Shaggy tore the door off of before anyone else was able to arrive, picking it apart and unable to find anything. He was getting angry with the situation, the lack of clues, the weird interaction with Shaggy, the fact that no one was connecting the museum break in with the monster sighting it was making his skin crawl. He left the apartment before anyone knew he was there, leaving the broken door behind and found himself driving over to Shaggy's new place. He was remembering the day Shaggy left after Scooby died and then once he was gone Daphne and Velma also decided to go their separate ways. Daphne quickly sold her book titled Damsel and then started writing a mystery series that took off. Velma was the perfect scientist and started her own pharmaceutical company that also dappled in beauty products. Fred Jones changed the name of Mystery Incorporated to the Fred Jones Detective Agency and became a private investigator.
"Hello, old friend." Fred said to himself as he pulled up outside of Shaggy's place, needing to be buzzed in. With an exasperated sigh, he drove past the opening gate and reluctantly knocked on the front door. He listened as whoever was in there rumbled around and then the door unlocked and Shaggy was on the other side pulling a shirt on.
Shaggy slipped the shirt over his head and invited him in, "Sup, Freddy. Long time no see."
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My venture overwatch hc's ♡
Alr first off these are my fanon headcanons, so they're only my opinion. These are also very random, so just bare with me lmao
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Bro is an absolute fucking BEEFCAKE. Like, I'm talking Zarya buff. They just have a sleeper build under all those layers.
Speaking of layers, they are ALWAYS hot. They're used to it, though, and generally pretty sweaty, but it doesn't bother them. This is also why they eat ice cream so much.
While underground and by themselves, they have a habit of taking off their sweater if they get too hot. They know they probably shouldn't because of falling rubble, getting scrapes, but they insist it's fine.
They have some ROUGH ass hands. They're touching rocks all day, holding that drill, and yeah, ik they have gloves on, but still.
They have pica. Pica is kind of an eating disorder where you have urges to eat non-edible things like ice, chalk, *cough cough* rocks. They don't just eat rocks, they love chewing on everything and anything. Give them a pen for 5 minutes, and you probably won't want it back.
They are autistic. Look me in the eyes and tell me bro isn't autistic. Their stims are (stereotypically) arm flapping, and tapping on stuff rhythmically. This isn't really a stim, but they like fidgeting with their eyebrow piercing.
They regularly make themselves sick by consuming only ice cream, rocks, ice, and occasionally paper. Their teammates have had to put their paper in very obscure places, like under someone's bed, or on top of the fridge, because Venture keeps eating it.
they are pansexual, and don't have a preference. They also are completely oblivious to being hit on.
They can sleep everywhere, and anywhere. The floor, a cave, or on top of a rock (their favorite obv).
Sometimes while on expeditions to bring artifacts to museums, they forget what they were supposed to be doing, and grab cool rocks. I imagine they have a sack they carry around, and just toss in cool rocks whenever they see them.
They love Star wars. You put that on the TV, and they're staring like a 4 year old. They like it less for the plot, and more for the cool effects.
They have a gyatt. That's it tbh
sometimes they switch Spanish and English mid sentence when they forget a word or their brain just goes a little too fast. "Hey guys, que haces hoy? Estaba pensando we could ir a la restaurante Chinese" or sm
They're really good at dancing + very flexible. They've gotten flexible from having to worm into tight spaces at the wayfinders society, because most of their other workers are bigger.
They don't drink, because they think most alcohol is too bitter. They prefer savory things.
They used to smoke when they first started at way finders at 16, as they weren't as eccentric and loud as they are now. Because of this, they got a little pressured and started doing that. Then they eventually stopped after joining overwatch.
They are down bad for Brigitte. They don't know what it is, but they can't help but want to be by her. That's why they're so polite to Torbjörn, tryna have a good impression.
They have an EXTREMELY high pain tolerance, sometimes not even noticing injuries (like chipping their tooth.) one time they broke their nose and the next day they were like 'man my nose is stuffed or sm'
They have an unspoken hatred for Kiriko. They try to be nice, they try to be polite, they try to be funny, but they get kinda pissed. You'll understand if you know the interaction like K: 'I like your nickname, who gave it to you' V: 'oh I did' K: 'isn't that tacky' V: 'lmao yeah' like kiriko stfu at least they were creative you literally used ur name (I don't like kiriko either tbh)
They LOVE big dogs. Like pitbulls. They need all the puppies. All. Of. Them.
You'd think being literally INSIDE the earth would get them used to insects? Partially true. HOWEVER. Millipedes and Centipedes freak them the hell out. Hate them. They don't mind spiders, snakes (ik they're reptiles but still) scorpions, etc. but not centipedes. they will scream. They're not exactly scared, they're just severely disgusted.
While underground drilling, they have the weirdest music taste. They don't care about playlists, they'll have Rob Zombie and then Taylor Swift. They're not a swiftie (thank god) but they can enjoy some of her older songs. And lots and lots and lots of old Spanish music.
They speak a little Mandarin, as they have canonically lived in Singapore before. They're not the greatest, but they can get a point along. They like to talk to Mei sometimes in Mandarin, and they listen to Chinese music together. :)
Juno and Venture are BESTIES. I might make a small short story about them meeting idk lol. Venture was like 'sigh if only I could have a mars rock' and Juno was like 'i got you 😎' and Venture returns the favor by showing them cool rocks, landmarks, etc.
Venture gives very good hugs. They have super strong arms, and they have lots of layers, which tends to make them a little squishy. They're also very warm, which makes it better.
That's all for now love y'all <3
#venture overwatch#venture ow2#overwatch#overwatch 2#ow2#sloan cameron#headcanon#my headcanons#i love them sm
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Good Omens fandom! Calling all fic writers who like to write (or read!) fics involving the use of ✨recreational chemicals✨ of any kind, and in any amount.
You see, I’m making a list. A tiny archive, if you will.
My only requirements are:
1: The recreational chemical in question has to exist IRL
2: No moralizing
3: It’s used by Aziraphale and/or Crowley
4: It's realistically portrayed (even if it's just a quick mention)
Send me links to get yours or someone else’s fic on the list!
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THE LIST SO FAR
Defying the Laws of Gravity, by me (canon compliant) It's 1991. Aziraphale and Crowley effort young appearances and go to a rave.
Exodus, by me (human AU) It's 2112, the world is broken, and Ezra (23) and Crowley (21) find ways to heal.
Closer to god, by hundred_eyes (canon compliant) Aziraphale and Crowley go to a Nine Inch Nails gig.
Silvertongue, by waein (human AU) Crowley (ghostwriter) and Ezra (hiding a secret) find each other, lose each other, and find each other again. They save the world in the process.
Angels We Have Heard On High, by die_schoenste_aller_Hexen (canon compliant) It turns out the devil's lettuce makes Aziraphale want.
A State of Breathless Ecstasy, by leporidaecervinae (canon compliant) Crowley tries ecstasy after his break up with Aziraphale.
High as Heaven, by Tartan_Temptation (human AU) Crowley needs a new weed guy. His sibling Bee sets him up with an Angel. Sweet silliness ensues.
Elevation, by HKBlack (canon compliant) Crowley nicks some THC gummies off an American tourist, and has forgotten that it makes him horny.
Sit Tight, Take Hold, by nieded (human AU) Rookie Formula 1 driver Ezira Phale falls in love with his real-life idol, AJ Crowley.
Stoned Out of His Celestial Mind, by legjames (canon compliant) 1965: An angel and a demon, stoned out of their celestial minds, in Aziraphale’s bookshop.
a month and a half, by mutalune (canon compliant) “The ‘munchies’?” Aziraphale asks, mouth forming his, “Human slang is so weird,” moue.
All Acts of Love and Pleasure, by Mx_leMaerin (canon compliant) Crowley has taken up with a coven of Wiccan witches, and invites Aziraphale along to see for himself they're not that bad.
or be nice, by charlottemadison (human AU) A human AU in which Aziraphale is a bookseller, Crowley is a drummer, and they are both petty disasters in the worst/best way.
get up high, by gaytectives (human AU) “Just Crowley,” he says, then bites the inside of his cheek. “But I could stay, if I put the joint out?”
stalwart sun, wily moon, by dustnhalos (human AU) Suddenly, there's a space in (world-class art thief) Crowley's life that only (former Head Conservator of the British Museum) Aziraphale seems to fill.
Angels Don't Dance, by Sixshotsinafanfic (canon compliant) Crowley is assigned to investigate the Bush Doofs in Australia. He brings Aziraphale along for the ride.
#crowley#ineffable husbands#good omens fandom#good omens 2#aziraphale x crowley#crowley x aziraphale#ineffable spouses#innefable husbands#good omens fic recs#aziracrow#Aziraphale
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Shit I did/said as a kid/teen as the Valorant agents (I’ve never had a concussion or broken bones)
Hey guys its close to finals week when im writing this i have no idea when ill post it, but enjoy!!
Brimstone: Took charge of a group project but ended up doing the whole thing myself. (15)
Viper: Willingly grabbed a wild snake to show my mom when I was 3, but cried when they wanted me to hold a tarantula (3 then 6)
Omen: For some reason me and my friends use to play that we lost our memory, we really just used it as an excuse to be mean. (I was 9)
Cypher: Spent hours on an app that let me see city cameras in china or something (9 maybe? I'm not sure)
Sova: The first time i went fishing with my grandfather (RIP grandpa) I was so proud, then i dropped it on the ground and it flopped into the water. (i was 5)
Sage: My friends and i would hop the fence at our elementry school to go pick wildflowers, we had to stop because we got ticks (9 or 10)
Pheonix: My best friend at the time asked me what I would do if my future boyfriend gives me a knuckle sandwaich and I replied that I would eat it. I still would (my now boyfriend would never raise a hand against me) (i was 5)
Jett: A boy was showing off how fast he could run, so i tripped him (i was 8)
Raze: I spraypainted the sidewalk beside my house because i wanted to make art (I wanted to use the spray cans) then i got scolded. (I was 7)
Breech: I am autistic and someone said oh she cant shes autistic, so I bit them i dont know how old i was nor do i remember what they said.
Reyna: I would play the wack a mole game at the arcade so I could use the hammer to hit my best friend, she did the same to me (8?)
KillJoy: When i played Valorant for the first time my online friend made me play KJ because i was german (17)
Skye: While i was going my usual tree climbing, i saw a spider. I decided to fall to the ground, I got up just fine, then climbed a diffrent tree where i found a bee hive. (idk 11? maybe) Yoru: When I fIrst got glasses and I could actually see, I looked at my nana and asked her what happened to her face, then I threw up (I was 4)
Astra: I love the stars so much, I used to think we all became stars when we died because the movie princess and the frog, and I cried when the cathloic church said we didnt (I was 6)
KAY/O: In MMA class we had to do an excersize where the others would have to stop us from making it to the other side. Most of the kids dog piled on me, a 150 pound boy got on my back, yet I still made it across the room (idk I was 11 and weak, but for a treat after, I was strong) Chamber: My friend taught us pole dancing at recess and for some reason the teachers never stopped us. (we were in 5th grade about 10?)
Neon: I watched my younger brother slide into the Oven door. My parents for some reason put it in the living room. I tried to help him by saying it was the dog. However Our dog was living with my grandparents. (7?)
Fade: Spent a whole hour meowning at a random cat in France (I was 12, and where were my parents?) Harbor: I am a huge history nerd, I did three book reports on the titanic, Then when we had to be characters for a fake museum where we would have to preform for epople I decided to be the drunk man that survived (I was 10, why didnt a teacher tell me no?)
Gekko: I had one of the electronic Furbies, i still have that yellow shit. Me and my brother were playing with him and he turned evil and we got so scared. For a month we made our mom put him under a flowerpot with 2 bibles on top of it. (I actually dont know how old I was)
Deadlock: My grandma gave me a sewing kit for one of my birthdays so I just threw it at people (6)
Iso: Collected little rocks at recess then put them in the shoes of kids I didnt like (6)
Clove: Jumped off the top of the playground because I wanted to impress my crush, then I hit my head on the slide pole. Surprisingly I ended up being just fine.
Vyse: ummm I had a Wiggle (if anyone remembers those) and I would constantly bully it. I actualy dont know how old I was but I was a kid
Honorable mention: I farted in church when i was 4 and blamed it on Jesus and apparently you’re not supposed to do that. Also this is a rough memory and stir from the top of my head, I have childhood trauma
Anyways i finally got therapy. Byeeee working on a request rn
#valorant#omen valorant#sage valorant#brimstone valorant#viper valorant#cypher valorant#sova valorant#Pheonix Valorant#jett valorant#raze valorant#Breech valorant#reyna valorant#killjoy valorants#skye valorant#yoru valorant#astra valorant#valorant kay/o#chamber valorant#neon valorant#fade valorant#harbor valorant#valorant deadlock#iso valorant#clove valorant#valorant vyse
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She is Happy Now Part (3/5)
Modern Aemond X (Ex Girlfriend Reader)
Warnings Below
Word Count: 1,949
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Banners by @arcielee
Warnings: Alcohol use, mentions of cheating, angst
You enter the red keep hand clutched to Cregans arm. You hadn't been here in a very long time. The Targaryen family haven't lived in the old castle that their family has owned for generations, but they did use it for large gatherings and celebrations. The old bedchambers set up like elaborate hotel rooms. Balls and parties taking place in the old throne room with the local wealthy elite The throne was moved to the citadel museum years ago, but when you're standing in this room, it feels like you're standing in a piece of history.
Being Aemonds girlfriend for all 4 years of high school afforded you invitations to many of these events over the years. As always, the hall was decorated lavishly as was Alicent's superpower. She always had an eye for the exquisite.
"I don't belong here, aemond."
"Of course you do. You're my girl" he laughs
"We've only been together 3 months, and this is not a party my family would ever be invited to." You look around the hall self-consciously
"I hardly belong here myself. All these picture perfect people and then me, the disfigured nerd"
"Aemond!" You smack his shoulder."Don't say that!"
"So let's not belong together, ok?" He shyly grabs your hand and guides you further into the room to join the other guests.
You sigh and Cregan looks down at you.
"Looks like the seats are assigned. Let's find our place, ok?
You nod at him and let him lead the way. People are standing around in pockets talking. Servers walk around with trays of drinks, offering them to wedding guests as they pass by.
"Drink miss?" One such server offers you. You grab the glass of wine and start chugging it.
"Hey take it easy there darling"
Cregan lowers the glass. "We are going to have fun, ok? Dancing, food, and a little bit of alcohol nothing crazy "
You smile sheepishly. "Can't I just get black out drunk, and then you carry me home?
"That wouldn't be good" Heleanas voice rings out behind you.
"Hey, Hel," you turn around and give her a hug. "we were just weighing our options on how best to celebrate. I was thinking of going vintage Aegon"
Heleana snorted at this "no no no I have pictures to take and I can't have you all sloppy" she pushes your shoulder.
"Speaking of that" she takes out her phone and points it at you and Cregan. "Smile love birds!" Cregan wraps his arm around you and you smile looking towards Heleana. She starts snapping some shots.
Behind her, you see that familiar mop of silver hair. He is so tall his head bobs above the other heads as he quickly gets closer. His mere presence causes your head to sag.
"Sister, let me take a photo of you with your.... friends, " he says, sounding a little nervous while holding out his hand towards Helena.
"Yeah, ok. Thanks, Aemond. " Heleana gives you an unsure look before handing him her phone and moving across to stand on the other side of you, placing her arm above Cregans on your back, making you the center of the photo.
Aemond takes a few pictures and then he looks right at you.
"Absolutely beautiful"
You two lock eyes and you freeze. Until you feel Cregan squeeze your waist.
"Come on hun. heleana says our table is over there, " he said, pointing to the far side of the room
"Oh um ok" you barely squeak out as you let Cregan lead you away on shakey legs.
"Well, he's an odd duck. Certainly brazen. " Cregan half laughs, but you can sense the tension in his voice.
" That's a term for him, I guess." You nearly growl.
"I thought you said you were over him?" Cregan says voice low, but you can hear he's annoyed.
" I am, I just want to simultaneously set him on fire"
"Hmm" he scratches his beard. "Is that what you were trying to do? Set him on fire with your eyes, is that why you couldn't take them off of him?"
"Creg..." You stop walking and close your eyes. "I do not want to fight with you. I especially do not want to fight with you because of him of all the people in the realm"
"I'm not trying to start a fight. It's just.... hard to ignore the way you two..... the way the air changes when your near each other." He says pinching his nose.
You go to say something, but he interrupts you. "I'm going for a smoke. I'll be right back. Our table is right there"
He leaves, and you take 2 more steps toward the table and then see a server. You grab 2 cups of wine off the platter and go sit down by your name tag.
"Vintage Aegon it is"
"We have to get him back to his room, or my mom is going to actually kill him," Aemond says between huffs, trying to pull a very enebriated Aegon to his feet.
"I want to go back to the paaaaarty," aegon slurs, trying to free himself from his brothers grip.
"Aegon!" You giggle,"your mother is in there!"
Aegon slouches against Aemond. "Ok, my room then, but no making out or anything gross between you two." he wiggles his eyebrows.
"Shut up, Aegon," aemond says, pink slowly spreading across his cheeks and the tips of his ears.
You successfully get Aegon situated in his guest room within the keep, and both you and Aemond collapse laughing against the door in the hallway.
"I'm sorry, my brother is an idiot. " he says, looking down and scratching the back of his neck.
"He's not an idiot. Not a genius either, but at least he's amusing?" You shrug your shoulders at him standing up. "Let's get back to the party. Your mom might question it if you're both missing"
You reach your hand out to him, and he grabs it, pulling himself up. You turn to walk down the hallway, but he pulls you back into his chest. He takes a deep breath and then gently places his lips on yours.
Your heart beats wildly in your chest as he pulls away, smiling gently and putting his forehead against yours. "That was my first kiss," you say elated.
"Yeah, mine too," he says breathy, "was it.. good?" He asks nervously
"Yes, very," you snuggle up closer to him, grabbing the lapels on his tux jacket. "How about you? Was it everything you thought it would be?"
He let's out a long breath "and more" as he leans in to kiss you again.
You had already sucked down your two glasses of wine and had picked up two more, and Cregan still wasn't back. You sat at the table, your chin resting on your palm.
You hear the clinking of glasses as Alicent hightower-targaryen stands by the table that is placed in view of all the other tables where Aegon, Cassandra, and the wedding party members are sat.
"I just want to say a few words about my firstborn son and how lucky I feel to finally be a mother-in-law." You roll your eyes and take another big gulp of wine.
"Aegon has always been a free spirit. As free spirited as a young man can be. That's why when he told me he was going to marry Cassandra, I knew it was nothing short of true love. " she raises her glass "to Aegon and Cassandra. May this marriage be everlasting may you be eachothers greatest support, may you trust, love, and confide in one another. May your days always be filled with honesty and devotion. Congratulations, my baby boy!" Everyone cheers, and you finish off your 4th glass of wine for the night.
Aegon yells out a disgruntled "mom!" And laughter spreads around the room. Cassandra's father Borros stands up and starts his toast, but you couldn't be bothered to listen. You pull put your phone and text Cregan
"Where in the seven hells are you?"
"Outside. Be in soon"
You let out a huff. This was typical between you and Cregan. When you got in a disagreement or argument he would go out under the guise of smoking a cigarette and play on his phone for an hour until he calmed down and then would come back like nothing ever happened at all. You knew that wasn't the proper way to take care of issues, but avoidance was your go-to defense mechanism, and Cregan avoided most negative interactions. He was an easy breezy guy.
"you don't want to talk to him about it? Find out what actually happened?" Heleana asks you gently handing you back the tub of ice cream you were sharing between you.
" I know enough of what happened. He was naked she was naked, and he looked ike I just rose from the dead, " you say, violently jamming your spoon back into the carton.
" I understand that but don't you want him to explain himself? At least for your own closure? Yell at him maybe? Call him out? Anything?"
"Nope. As far as I am concerned I never met an Aemond Targaryen and I'm thankful for it. Guy sounds like a clown"
Heleana sighs. " I just want you to be able to heal and feel better. I heard closure is a necessary ingredient to that recipe"
"Heal? Hah. He didn't hurt me. He hurt himself. I'm fine. The second I saw that all feelings turned off for him" you stare ahead hard at the TV
Heleana looks at you with a disbelief on her face.
"Just think about it ok?"
"Nothing to think about. It's over he's gone, and I'm fine"
The room goes quiet again, and Aemond stands up, holding his glass out.
"Aegon and Cassandra, a love like the two of you share is a rare and valuable thing. It is irreplaceable and changes you forever. It only takes a second to lose it. So I ask you both whenever you make a decision, be it innocuous or extremely important, ask yourself how this will affect the other. If the answer is ever negatively don't do it. No matter what it is. Most things can be replaced, but a love like this can not. A love like this is palpable. Tangible even. One only needs to stand in the presence of the two of you together to feel how the air noticably changes. That can not be replaced, duplicated, or imitated, and if it is lost, trust me when I say you can spend a lifetime in mourning. That is real, and the value of that is incalculable. Aegon and Cassandra" he clears his throat."I wish you a marriage filled with love and all the blessings that come with that. But the thing I wish you the most of is time. A long, long time to spend together and in love. Cheers to Aegon and Cassandra. " he quickly sips his drink and sits back to down to a round of applause.
"You can spend a lifetime in mourning," you whisper to yourself.
You run both your hands down your face in an attempt to keep your emotions bottled up.
Are you sad? Angry? Confused? You're not even sure anymore.
But you realize Heleana was right. You need closure.your not sure if it is liquid courage or if you have finally had enough, but you are going to get it from him tonight. Whether you have to chase him down or beat it out of him,
You are going to get your closure from Aemond Targaryen tonight.
A/N: Closing in on the end here! It has been so much fun writing this and interacting with you all! 💗 Thank you for reading! I should have part 4 out in the next few days!
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Why are you so cheesy pilled
ok, well honestly this is something i’ve been meaning to get off my chest.
1. Meeting your soulmate
2. Going to your friend's weddings
3. Stargazing
4. Food
5. Going to every country
6. Nice smelling candles
7. Music
8. Concerts
9. The people that love you.
10. Snowball fights
11. Going to the beach
12. Sunsets
13. Sunrises
14. Hiking in Forests
15. Dogs and Cats and Pets
16. New movies
17. Old movies
18. Going to the drive in theatre
19. Walking through local markets
20. Your favorite artists next song
21. Drawing
22. Sculpting your own pots
23. Birthdays
24. Inside jokes with your friends
25. That special persons laugh
26. Warm houses on cold days
27. Bonfires with smores
28. Reconnecting with old friends
29. Smelling flowers
30. Soft plushies
31. The smell of fresh baked cookies
32. Kareoke
33. Sleepovers
34. Your favorite videogame
35. Learning a new language
36. Long walks on the beach
37. Seeing every ocean
38. Squishy bunnies
39. Going to the store to smell perfumes
40. Long hot showers
41. Tea/ coffee
42. Seeing rainbows
43. Helping wounded animals
44. Bath bombs
45. Cleaning the Earth
46. Getting married
47. Going to see brodway shows
48. The sound of rain
49. Long car rides
50. Going on a train
51. Memes
52. Going to the zoo
53. Looking at funny art
54. The smell of old books
55. Butterflies
56. Collecting shells
57. Color
58. Sending letters
59. Surprise parties
60. Warm sheets
61. Reading
62. Swimming in the pool at night
63. Going to diners with friends
64. Early morning runs
65. Looking at old photos
66. Going to a museum
67. Soft sweaters
68. Glitter
69. Going to the aquarium
70. Hugs
71. Making snow angels
72. Holidays
73. Home cooked meals
74. Roller coasters
75. Decorating for parties
76. Playing pranks on friends
77. Dancing
78. Singing in the shower
79. Seeing your favorite animal in person
80. Meeting your hero
81. Bubble wrap
82. Ice water on hot days
83. Poetry
84. Trying on funny clothes
85. Hanging out with friends
86. City skylines
87. Wearing your favorite color
88. Beautiful wildlife
89. Collecting stickers
90. Making some ones day
91. Laughing so hard you can't breath
92. Warm blankets fresh from the dryer
93. Sewing
94. Seeing the future
95. Late night convos
96. Rewatching your favorite show
97. Blowing Bubblegum
98. Boardgames
99. Sitting out in the rain
100. Bubbles
101. Cooking new thing
102. Bob Ross tutorials
103. Picnics
104. Tire swings
105. Old architecture
106. Reading books
107. Growing your own food
108. Clear skies
109. Baking things you love
110. Finding new hobbies
Wowwwww, you meow like a cat! That means you are one, right? Shut the fuck up. If you really want to be put on a leash and treated like a domestic animal then that’s called a fetish, not “quirky” or “cute”. What part of you seriously thinks that any part of acting like a feline establishes a reputation of appreciation? Is it your lack of any defining aspect of personality that urges you to resort to shitty representations of cats to create an illusion of meaning in your worthless life? Wearing “cat ears” in the shape of headbands further notes the complete absence of human attribution to your false sense of personality, such as intelligence or charisma in any form or shape. Where do you think this mindset’s gonna lead you? You think you’re funny, random, quirky even? What makes you think that acting like a fucking cat will make a goddamn hyena laugh? I, personally, feel extremely sympathetic towards you as your only escape from the worthless thing you call your existence is to pretend to be an animal. But it’s not a worthy choice to assert this horrifying fact as a dominant trait, mainly because personality traits require an initial personality to lay their foundation on. You’re not worthy of anybody’s time, so go fuck off, “cat-girl”.
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Female Queer Icons of Hong Kong // Yam Kim Fai (任劍輝) and Pak Suet Sin (白雪仙)
Photo 1: Promotional photo for 1955 contemporary movie The Model and the Car (玉女香車) (no video available) (Source: LCSD Museum Collection Search Portal)
Photo 4: Photo from Sin Fung Ming Opera Troupe's 1958 trip
Photo 5: Photo from a 1962 newspaper feature on Yam, Pak, and others at their (?) summer villa in Central, Hong Kong
Photo 6: Christmas celebrations with Yam, Pak, and their protégés of the Chor Fung Ming Troupe
Far and away the most iconic duo in Cantonese opera, Yam Kim Fai (任劍輝) and Pak Suet Sin (白雪仙) – commonly referred to simply as Yam-Pak (任白) – were famed for their partnership both on and off the stage… Click below to learn more!
Edit on 28/07/2023: Updated to link to a photo of the entrance to the Hong Kong Heritage Museum’s Pop Culture 60+ exhibit, and to add information regarding Yam and Pak's marriage status.
Iconic? How?
Yam-Pak are the face of Cantonese opera; you can't talk about the latter without mentioning the former. It's to the point where a gigantic picture of them graces the entrance to the Hong Kong Heritage Museum’s permanent exhibition on Hong Kong pop culture’s evolution across the past 60 years (“Hong Kong Pop 60+”) - they are the first thing you see upon entering!
Best known as the originators - with Yam playing the male leads and Pak the female leads - of five masterpieces of Cantonese opera, namely:
1. Princess Cheung Ping (帝女花) 2. The Legend of the Purple Hairpin (紫釵記) 3. The Dream Tryst in the Peony Pavilion (牡丹亭驚夢) 4. The Reincarnation of Lady Plum Blossom (再世紅梅記) 5. Butterfly and Red Pear Blossom (蝶影紅梨記) (Note: Princess Cheung Ping, Purple Hairpin, and Butterfly and Red Pear Blossom were made into abridged movie versions, with the Sin Fung Ming troupe members reprising their roles from the theatre productions. Also, the "Fragrant Sacrifice" (香夭) duet from Princess Cheung Ping (movie clip) is one of - if not the most - famous songs in Cantonese opera.)
Yam and Pak were the leading pair and co-founders of the legendary Sin Fung Ming Opera Troupe (仙鳳鳴劇團; 1956-1961), which is widely held to have pushed Cantonese opera forward as an artform due to Pak and scriptwriter Tong Tik Sang’s (唐滌生) emphasis on poetic libretti and adapting source material from Chinese literature and history. (Note: it has been common practice since the 1930's for Cantonese opera troupes to be founded by key actor(s).)
They were also very active in the Hong Kong film industry in the 1950's, being paired in over 40 movies together across roughly 8 years. One of those – the aforementioned Butterfly and Red Pear Blossom (蝶影紅梨記) – is the sole Cantonese opera movie on the Hong Kong Film Archive’s 100-Must See Hong Kong Movies list (IMDB list / archived version of the official PDF). It's a well-deserved inclusion - check out this beautifully-shot dance scene.
Even their post-retirement activities had a significant effect on the industry! In the early 1960’s, they held auditions for prospective students and provided - for free - systematic, hands-on training to those who passed; Yam and Pak even hired other veterans to teach skills they personally were not as familiar with. Prior to this, apprentices were expected to learn primarily from observing their masters, and to pay handsomely for the privilege. Yam-Pak’s methods proved exceedingly effective: the Chor Fung Ming Opera Troupe (雛鳳鳴劇團; 1963-1992) starring their apprentices reigned supreme in the 1970’s-1980’s. Following this success, Cantonese opera institutes - most notably the major 1900s-era guild, the Chinese Artists Association of Hong Kong (八和會館) - started to offer systematic coaching to young hopefuls in the 1980's.
Okay, so why are they queer icons specifically?
The lazy answer is that they're queer icons because nearly all of Yam's roles were male, so Gender is involved by default, and since most hit Cantonese operas of the time were romances, that means you get to see two female actors performing being in love onscreen (and also on stage, but there aren't any video recordings from back then). So far, so Takarazuka Revue.
Female actors playing male roles in Cantonese opera To give some context, each Cantonese opera performer specialises in one of four major role-types, and Yam was a sung (生) - i.e. an actor specialised in playing standard male roles. Female sung were fairly common in the 1910's-1930's due to women being banned from performing with men during that period, but when the ban lifted in the mid-1930's, many troupes shifted towards cis-casting. Yam was pretty much the only one whose popularity survived the transition. Just take a look at the huge number of Cantonese opera movies produced during the 1950’s-1960’s – you’ll be hard-pressed to find a female sung other than Yam, let alone one with top billing. Happily, thanks to Yam's immense popularity, her profilic film career (over 300 movies!), and the prominence of Sin Fung Ming works in the Cantonese opera canon, there has been a resurgence in female sung which endures to this day. Two noteworthy examples are Yam's protégé Sabrina Lee/ Loong Kim Sang (龍劍笙) - a star in her own right - and Joyce Koi/ Koi Ming Fai (蓋鳴暉), one of the biggest names still active in the industry. (Note: perhaps due to cinema being more "realistic" in nature, Yam's early movies often involved her playing female characters cross-dressing as men, including in some Cantonese opera movies. However, she received increasingly more male roles as her fame grew, and from the mid-1950's onwards she was playing male characters onscreen nearly exclusively-- even in non-Cantonese opera movies! See Photo 1 above.)
What sets Yam and Pak apart is that they were particularly known for their chemistry. Long before Sin Fung Ming's formation in 1956, the advertising copy for their first Cantonese opera movie together - Frolicking with a Pretty Maid in the Wineshop (酒樓戲鳳, 1952) - declared "Only this movie has Yam-Pak flirting on the silver screen" (source - 華僑日報 1952/05/23-26). And indeed, they were popular for their flirtatious duets: their Cantonese opera works invariably contained at least one, and such scenes made it into some of non-Cantonese opera (i.e. "contemporary") movies too. In fact, there are not one but two contemporary movies where Yam and Pak's characters are not paired up and yet still sing a duet together in such a way that their significant other(s) become convinced that the two are in romantically interested in each other - see 1952's Lovesick (為情顛倒) and 1956's The Happy Hall (滿堂吉慶) - a weirdly specific situation which doesn't crop up in the other, non-Yam-Pak movies I have seen.
Speaking of contemporary movies, let's talk about a certain plotline that keeps cropping up in works featuring the both of them and where Yam plays a woman! Six of the eleven movies which fit that criteria involve Yam's character cross-dressing as a man (a common characteristic across Yam's handful of female roles), and Pak's character falling for her. Nothing ever comes of it, of course, but, um. It was certainly a trend. Actually, even their very first movie together - 1951's Lucky Strike (福至心靈) - falls into this category.
Such storylines, and the emphasis on their chemistry, are particularly interesting given that both Yam and Pak remained ostensibly unmarried throughout. This was unusual for female performers of their stature, who tended to wed in their twenties, often to fellow-actors or wealthy men (e.g. Hung Sin Nui/紅線女, Fong Yim Fun/芳艷芬, and Tang Pik Wan/鄧碧雲)... In contrast, by the time Yam-Pak retired from the stage in 1961, they were both over 30 years old and without husbands.
Also, did I mention they were popularly believed to be living together? There doesn't seem to be any conclusive evidence either way... although it's a little strange that separate newspaper pictorials depicting "Yam at home" and "Pak at home" seem to be of the same location... however what is conclusive is that they did spent a lot of time together offstage. Pak has talked about how when they had no guests over, Yam would watch TV by herself while Pak was in the living room (source - p93), and protégé Mandy Fung/ Mui Suet Sze (梅雪詩) has said that Pak would sometimes cook for Yam at home (source - 03:53~). They would also celebrate birthdays, New Year's, and Christmas together (see Photo 6 for an example of the latter).
Shortly after Yam's passing in 1989, Pak set up the Yam Kim Fai and Pak Suet Sin Charitable Foundation (任白慈善基金) to support the arts and provide welfare for the elderly. In 1996, Pak made a large donation to Hong Kong University, resulting in one of the buildings being renamed Yam Pak Building (任白樓) in thanks (source).
Thanks for reading! Please feel free to DM me or send an ask if you have any questions, or are just interested in learning more.
If you made it here, have this bonus piece of trivia - Yam and Pak were also well-acquainted with Hong Kong's preeminent queer icon, Leslie Cheung (張國榮), who was a massive fan of theirs. Sadly there don't seem to be any pictures of them before Yam's passing, but here's one of Pak (centre) having afternoon tea with Cheung (left) and his long-term romantic partner Daffy Tong (唐鶴德) (right) at the Cova cafe in the Pacific Place shopping mall.
#wlw recommendations#sapphic#lgbtq#asian lgbtq#hong kong#theatre#cantonese opera#chinese opera#yam kim fai#leslie cheung#pak suet sin#yampak#yambak#pak sheut sin#bak sheut sin#hong kong queer icons#not me hastily adding tags because i keep forgetting certain ones
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100 Random Prompts
1. “I fucking hate you, but I don’t hate fucking you”
2. "I get so hard when I'm around you. I've tried fucking other people and pumping my cock every night and yet my body craves you."
3. “How did you manage to hurt your hand this badly?” “Well I’ve never punched someone before, I didn’t realise how hard peoples faces are.”
4. “I love you and I hate you all at the same time.”
5. “Yeah, sometimes I get sad, but then I look into your beautiful eyes and it’s all better.”
6. “You like when I call you ‘princess’? Will you be my good little princess?”
7. “If you do this, I’ll show you my boobs”
8. “Has the fire revealed any secrets in the 15 straight minutes you’ve been staring at it?”
9. “Please don’t leave.”
10. “I’m here, it’s okay, no one will ever hurt you like that ever again”
11. “Guess we’re the only two idiots in the whole city stupid enough to go to a museum in the middle of a thunderstorm”
12. “You deserve to be looked after.”
13. “Give me a kiss, and everything will be alright.”
14. “I just want to die”
15. “We’ve got to hide!”
16. “Scream my name so everyone knows who fucks you this good”
17. "I'm sorry." "You have nothing to apologise for, darling.”
18. “Bend over, slut”
19. “Ned i postog a nin, ni bant” (When you lie beside me, I am complete)
20. *gets insulted* “aawww thank you.”
21. “Le i velethril nîn” (You are my love)
22. “A warrior out there, but in here, in this bedroom, you’re nothing but a little weak whore.”
23. “I just feel so drained.”
24. “What happened to you to make you so wise?”
25. “If I’m being mean to someone, I’m probably flirting.” “Is that why you’re always mean to (character)?”
26. “Thiol vae” (You look good)
27. “I just did it to make you jealous.”
28. “Stay nice and still for me, baby, just like that. Let me take care of you.”
29. “You know you sure do have a lot of teeth for someone so stupid.”
30. “They do realise I can understand what they’re saying, right?”
31. “Would you like to dance with me?” “only if you don’t get upset if I accidentally step on your foot”
32. “Fuck, I need you so bad!”
33. “I think it’s best I leave”
34. “I’ll never forget you.”
35. “How clever of an insult, and how quickly you thought of it. Very surprising for someone so dim witted.”
36. “I’m not afraid. Please touch me.”
37. “Of course you can stay.”
38. “I wish you well.”
39. “Come down here so I can kiss you!”
40. “Fuck, turn around for me, princess.”
41. “No gûn annin” (Bend over for me)
42. “You look so lovely on your knees, sweet boy.”
43. “You’re so pretty”
44. “What’s that?” “Trinket, I like trinkets”
45. “You deserve nice things”
46. “Our sweet girls pussy is so tight!"
47. “Take your shirt off!” “Why?!” “Distract them from the pain!”
48. “Darling I’m (hundreds/thousands) of years old, that isn’t vintage/old to me.”
49. “I’m doing this because I want to and not because you told me to”
50. “You belong here, in my arms, forever.”
51. “You lied to me”
52. “Borrow my jacket, keep it nice and warm for me”
53. “You look so divine when you dance.”
54. “You look lovely, Y/N.” “Please don’t lie or pity me so.”
55. “Le vaethor veleg” (You are a mighty warrior)
56. “Ni am gin anin lû hen?” (Can I be on top this time?)
57. “Stop fucking swearing”
58. “aran vuin” (Beloved king)
59. “I hope you don’t mind.”
60. "Those for me, sweet girl?" "Oh! It was gonna be a surprise but yes, yes they are."
61. “I love when you wear a skirt/dress, it’s so much easier to fuck you like this.”
62. “Life doesn’t feel so bad when I’m with you.”
63. “You don’t know a thing about me!”
64. “I failed them! They died and I failed them! It’s all my fault!”
65. “You’re such a little thing, and we can have you anyway we please.”
66. “Trust me, Y/N! (Character) likes you!” “Don’t lie to me!”
67. “Baby, tits arent supposed to be perky and perfect. They’re supposed to be soft and natural and beautiful like yours”
68. “I’m not your servant, I’m not your slave, but you could be mine if you like.”
69. “I know we don’t know each other very well but I’m really sick and I need you to pick me up from work, please.”
70. “It’s alright, my love, don’t be afraid, we’ll make it out together.”
71. “No, stay. You’re warm and soft”
72. “Trust me, I adore you.”
73. “Avo dharo!” (Don't stop!)
74. “You know I could kill you if I wanted to.” “Do it then, I really don’t care.”
75. “I might be little but I can still kick your ass”
76. “I just don’t know if I can do this anymore”
77. “Of course I will serve you, my prince/princess/king/queen/lord/lady.”
78. “You wouldn’t know anything about this (character), but it’s exhausting being this gorgeous, and I need a lot of sleep.”
79. “Its real cold tonight. You wanna come over and keep me nice and warm?”
80. “That sounded dirtier than I intended”
81. “You don’t have to be alright, you know”
82. “How can I love myself, when I’m so draining to everyone?”
83. “Please! I’ve been such a good boy/girl!”
84. “You just want to be used so fucking badly don’t you, sweet thing?”
85. “Please! I was a fool and I can not apologise enough! Please y/n…. Please….”
86. “Do you need a hug?”
87. “Come on, princess, hop on my back”
88. “What you makin’?” “Chocolate cake. You wanna help?”
89. “Don’t leave. Please?”
90. “Why do you always annoy me so much?” “Coz you’re sexy when you’re angry.”
91. “That’s better, isn’t it? You just needed to be filled with my cock”
92. “That’s the cutest sneeze I’ve ever heard.”
93. “Istog an challas perian maer” (You do know what hobbits are the right height for)
94. “Oh fuck, sweetheart”
95. “I’ll punch you in your stupid face!”
96. “Tonight I will be the powerful warrior, and you will be the tiny mortal beneath me. You will worship and praise me like the goddess I am.”
97. “Aaaaww! Aren’t you sweet!”
98. “Hey” “*flirting* Oh, heeeyy” “No! Absolutely not!”
99. “You don’t scare me.” “Yeh, but I bet I turn you on.”
100. “Are you going by to be good for me?” “Ye-yes.” “Good girl. If you do behave I’ll give you a reward.”
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Space Channel 5 Part 2: Sugoku Sugoi Guide Book p. 190-199 (Translation by @lavoszero and myself. Edits and typesetting by myself)
Second part of the character profiles.
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022: Heart Woman Recording Location: Report 1: Space Symphony · Lounge A Profile: She’s a master of disguise, capable of fitting into any setting, through her training at the private investigation company “Superior Secret Agents." She’s ridiculously proficient at information gathering, even government agencies request her by name for investigations behind the scenes. Always calm and composed. Note, Item: One of two people involved in receiving the Ear of Corn item.
023: Nice Middle Recording Location: Report 1: Space Symphony · Lounge B Profile: Space Art Dealer. He cares not of a piece’s authenticity so long as it’s beautiful. He’s formerly the curator of a famous museum, but he recently went independent. Rather than setting up a specific gallery, he’s constantly traveling the galaxy with just a single bag. It works far better in theory than in practice. Note, Secret Input: Information for a secret input in Report 1 (see 111).
024: Neo Space Astronaut 1 Recording Location: Report 1: Space Symphony · Lounge B Profile: Inside the airtight spacesuit is a tall, kind father who lives with his wife and three children. He works at the post office in the Central Sector. Adores ninjitsu; on his days off, he indulges in reading books related to it, and sometimes he even practices it with his family. He’s living the dream. Note, Item: One of four people involved in receiving the Lantern item.
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025: Neo Space Astronaut 2 Recording Location: Report 1: Space Symphony · Lounge B Profile: Wife of Neo-Japan Astronaut 1. Knowledgeable about Space Naginata blades, Space Rakugo comedy, and Traditional Space Dancing. She always moves with a steady form, making it difficult for others to find any openings. She’s also an established sculptor. Note, Item: One of four people involved in receiving the Lantern item.
026: Neo Space Astronaut 3 Recording Location: Report 1: Space Symphony · Lounge B Profile: Child of Neo Space Astronaut 1 and 2. He's the eldest of the three siblings. Has a striking resemblance to his mother. He's strong, which is hard to imagine considering his kind nature, demeanor, and body type. Joins in Judo Club and invented the "Full-Moon Galactic Throw." Note, Item: One of four people involved in receiving the Lantern item.
027: Neo Space Astronaut 4 Recording Location: Report 1: Space Symphony · Lounge B Profile: Child of Neo Japan Space Astronaut 1 and 2. The middle child of the three siblings. Really a stay at home kind of guy. He's kind of a loner, with a devotion to surprising anyone who passes him by as a daily goal. For some reason, he's currently obsessed about making karakuri puppets. Note, Item: One of four people involved in receiving the Lantern item.
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028: Neo Space Astronaut 5 Recording Location: Report 1: Space Symphony · Lounge B Profile: Child of Neo Space Astronaut 1 and 2. Youngest of the three brothers and the calmest one in the family. Sometimes, everyone's strange behavior is to difficult for him to understand. Likes collecting lanterns. Notes, Item Received: After clearing Report 1, if you check his profile, then profiles 027, 026, 025, and 024—in that order—then speak to Neo Space Astronaut 5 again, he will give you the Lantern item.
029: Big Momma Recording Location: Report 1: Space Symphony · Lounge B Profile: A famous culinary heavyweight known across the galaxy. Best consultant in the biz; offers her advice on a variety of topics ranging like raw ingredient procurement, menu development, restaurant designs, to even management policies. She's always on the lookout for that undiscovered dish. And when she has the time, she's hunting down undiscovered places. Note: Only appears during the Space Symphony · Lounge B segment in World 2, Report 1 if no mistakes are made.
030: Afro Dude Recording Location: Report 1: Space Symphony · Lounge B Profile: A chair designer. He's a man that uses new plastic materials to create series of colorful and playful works of art. His most famous work is the "Leaf Fall Sofa." He's also responsible for the mass-produced product. About 250,000 sets have been distributed throughout the galaxy. Note: Only appears during the Space Symphony · Lounge B segment in World 2, Report 1 if no mistakes are made.
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031: Chef (green) Recording Location: Report 1: Space Symphony · Lounge A Profile: He's the winner of the 255th Space Cooking Battle, in which 684,200 contestants participated in. He specializes in dishes using space konnyaku. Now, he's putting his ever-changing cooking skills to the test in order to satisfy his customers. He's a fanatic of high-tech cooking utensils. Note, Item Received: Appears in World 2, Report 1. Gives you the King of Frypans item if you check his profile after rescuing him.
032: Cook (aqua) Recording Location: Report 1: Space Symphony · Lounge B Profile: A cook who uses the "Legendary Egg Beater," a whisk made from an unknown mineral excavated from ancient ruins. His whipping skills with the whisk is nothing short of amazing! The whole process is mesmerizing, even though it's impossible to see with the naked eye. He has a remarkable fascination with vanilla beans. Note, Item Received: Only appears during the Space Symphony · Lounge B segment in World 2, Report 1 if no mistakes are made. Gives you the Legendary Egg Beater item if you check his profile after rescuing him.
033: Chef (yellow) Recording Location: Report 1: Space Symphony · Lounge B Profile: He's a strong man who's capable of using the "Super Ladle," which has a sturdiness of 8.3 billion dice, and is said to be one of only three in the galaxy. He's searching for a pot with the same sturdiness of the ladle, dreaming of the moment he'll become a cooking king. He's well studied and knows how to use over 640,000 kinds of spices, so his cooking is always exciting. Note, Item Received: Only appears during the Space Symphony · Lounge B segment in World 2, Report 1 if no mistakes are made. Gives you the Super Ladle item if you check his profile after rescuing him.
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034: Bartender Girl Recording Location: Report 1: Space Symphony · Lounge A Profile: A professional bartender who works in the lounge of the Space Symphony ship. Always chooses the right drink to fit the customer’s tastes and lend those in woe an ear—mostly to satiate her own curiosity. She uses her exclusive insight gathered on the clock in her columns for a space women’s magazine. Note: Appears in World 2, Report 1.
035: Boozer Recording Location: Report 1: Space Symphony · Lounge B Profile: A waiter on the Space Symphony. Though this 57 year old boasts the ability to carry 36 beer mugs simultaneously, there aren’t too many opportunities to show such skills, much to his dismay. Note: Only appears during the Space Symphony · Lounge B segment in World 2, Report 1 if no mistakes are made.
036: Space Music Primary Schooler 1 Recording Location: Report 2: Space Park · Exhibition Tower A Profile: An enigmatic boy, who cries out "X, X, X!!!!!!!" He’s an expert at imitating various instruments with his voice. When you save him, he hums a special melody! Note, Secret Input: Information for a secret input in Report 2 (see page 112).
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037: Space Music Primary Schooler 2 Recording Location: Report 2: Space Park · Exhibition Tower A Profile: A primary schooler with the skill to imitate instruments with her voice. She’s so skilled you’d swear you’re hearing a real instrument. When you save her she hums a special recorder melody! Note:
038: Space Music Primary Schooler 3 Recording Location: Report 2: Space Park · Exhibition Tower A Profile: A rather proud primary schooler who’s a whiz at imitating instruments with his voice. He never preforms at a place unless he's completely prepared; it has to be the right place and the right time. When you save him, you’ll hear a special accordion melody. Note:
039: Space Music Primary Schooler 4 Recording Location: Report 2: Space Park · Exhibition Tower A Profile: A real showgirl of a primary school kid who does drum imitations with her voice that are powerful enough to move the spirit. She's serious about hoping to heal people with her art. When you save her, she begins to hum a drum melody. Determined to get into a middle school specializing in music. Note:
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040: Glockenspiel Primary Schooler Recording Location: Report 2: Space Park · Exhibition Tower A Profile: Former child prodigy keyboardist. She was so famous that she was asked to appear on a special music program at Channel 5. But one day she was suddenly inspired by the soothing sounds of the glockenspiel. She's presently mastering the finer points of the 'spiel at an extraordinary speed. Note, Item: First person involved in receiving the Lollipop item. She will hand you a piece after clearing Report 2.
041: Recorder Primary Schooler Recording Location: Report 2: Space Park · Exhibition Tower A Profile: This primary schooler had a snake-charmer as a teacher. He learned and expanded upon the entrancing power of the recorder beyond snakes to control any small-sized creatures. He enjoys collecting ammonite fossils, but far from his hobby. Note, Item: Second person involved in receiving the Lollipop item. He will hand you a piece after clearing Report 2.
042: Accordion Primary Schooler Recording Location: Report 2: Space Park · Exhibition Tower A Profile: A gentle flower-loving accordion girl. She believes that the music of the accordion nourishes the plants, helping their leaves, roots, and stems grow healthily. Her dream is to become a Space Reporter; she’s even started training in secret! Note, Item: Third person involved in receiving the Lollipop item. She will hand you a piece after clearing Report 2.
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043: Drum Primary Schooler Recording Location: Report 2: Space Park · Exhibition Tower A Profile: Drum it up! A young student who went head-over-heels for the entrancing sounds of ancient drums. Once he gets hold of a pair of drum-sticks, you’ll be guaranteed at least a six-hour smashfest. He drums away while en route to school, making him quite the lil’ celebrity in the shopping district he passes. He can even play while doing a flip! His playing always rakes in the tips. Note, Item Received: Fourth person involved in receiving the Lollipop item. He will hand you a piece after clearing Report 2. After getting all four pieces, you will receive the Lollipop item.
044: Mr. Nervous Recording Location: Report 2: Space Park · Exhibition Tower B Profile: A nervous man known for his knee-knocking. He came to Space Park to supervise the students competing in the Space Music Festival. He got into a big mess with a man-eating plant, but Ulala saved him from melting into plant food just in time. He's quite fond of small retro game consoles. He sometimes trades games with students. Note, Secret Input: Information for a secret input in Report 2 (see page 112).
045: Class President Nervous Recording Location: Report 2: Space Park · Exhibition Tower B Profile: The fashion-conscious primary school class president. He puts a tremendous amount of effort into his hair, spending unreasonably long hours in front of the mirror each morning. Not so great at skipping, apparently his right hand and leg always raise in tandem. Note, Secret Input: Gives you the Folding Fan item if you check his profile after clearing Report 2.
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046: Space Bird Mistress Recording Location: Report 2: Space Park · Fountain Square B Profile: An ageless beauty with a lovely singing voice that has the power to control all types of birds. Due to the heavy weight (58 kg) of the remote-controlled Power Wings attached to her back, she always suffers from back pain. Note, Item: One of two people needed to obtain the Ice Cream Cone item.
047: Birdman 1 Recording Location: Report 2: Space Park · Fountain Square B Profile: The first of the Birdmen, guys who are weird about weird birds. He uses all five of his senses—taste included—to show his love for any and all birds. Their high tech binoculars can spot Magellanic Clouds (available at Galaxy Gifts and Gadgets). Note:
048: Birdman 2 Recording Location: Report 2: Space Park · Fountain Square B Profile: The second of the Birdmen, who are mad for birds like you’re mad for this game. With the help of his myriad of bird friends, he sometimes takes on the offenders of nature in battle. He can travel about eight kilometers in less than 40 seconds by jumping from vine to vine, not once touching the ground. Note, Secret Input: Information for a secret input in Report 2 (see 112).
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049: Birdman 3 Recording Location: Report 2: Space Park · Fountain Square B Profile: The third of the up for it bird-lovers, whose binoculars hide his guise from morning to night. He even walks with them on, leading to embarrassing—and frequent—falls into ditches and ponds. Kookaw! Kookaw! Note:
050: Birdman 4 Recording Location: Report 2: Space Park · Fountain Square B Profile: The fourth of the cuckoo bird lovers. Actually, a girl. She’s so infatuated with birds that she speaks to them in her sleep, “Birdy, birdy, where are you?" By the by, she dresses like a boy for her own reasons and anyone who tries to reveal her secret will be taken away by men in black… Note, Item: One of two people needed to obtain the Ice Cream Cone item.
051: Birdman 5 Recording Location: Report 2: Space Park · Fountain Square B Profile: The fifth of the legendary bird fiends. Studied with inhuman intensity to take the arduous Birdman Exam. After passing with flying colors, he became the latest addition to the Birdmen. Note:
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Dirty, Dirty Dancing Finale
A Dirty Dancing AU
Pairing: Yunho X Female Reader X Hyunjin (polyamorous relationship)
Word Count: 3.7K
Synopsis: The college campus where boyfriend, Yunho, is a visiting dance instructor seems like every other university you’ve visited until a secret party reveals it’s anything but. After a drunken mishap, promising dance student, Hyunjin, is left without a dance partner. Enlisted in helping him before a big audition, you begin to catch feelings for him. Can you help him and maintain a relationship with your boyfriend?
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~Admin V
It was the night of the Senior Showcase and Art Exhibition.
Unsurprisingly, you’d been asked to come and cater for the exhibition. Still needing money, of course, you’d accepted. Plus, it would give you the chance to see Hyunjin in his other element. Not to mention, if President Park was there, it was an opportunity to have your presence as a “fuck you” to him.
Gods how you really wanted to say it to him though. He defeated you in a battle you didn’t even know you were fighting, and you hated how it made you feel. You weren’t yourself after leaving the school.
Seonghwa and Christopher were still very supportive of Yunho, and though he could no longer teach, they still welcomed him to come at night to help with the showcase.
You hadn’t seen Hyunjin since leaving and had barely spoke to him or Yeji for that matter.
Your setup with Yunho being a visiting artist and you catering had always given you a lot of downtime, but after everything that happened, and everything happening so quickly, you felt lost and unsure what to do with yourself. You’d gotten used to being in a dance studio with Hyunjin or his art studio. Or in the cottage with both him and Yunho. Or even just sitting in Yeji’s room having girl talk and eating.
But all you had for the last couple of days was the wall of the cheap motel room to stare at. And questions. There were so many questions plaguing you that you didn’t want to bother anyone else with.
At first it was concern for Yunho and how all of this would affect him and teaching at other schools. But with Park’s reputation, and Yunho still being in good with the dance department, you knew he’d be fine. Even with the current situation sucking as it did, he was holding it together pretty well.
The next questions were of Changbin. Did he really sell you all out? The first night you’d met him he talked about how much he hated Jin Young Park, so how could he choose that asshole over you all? Had the situation between him and Hyunjin really been that bad? Had you really hurt him more than you’d known by taking his place? Was he actually the culprit? Or were there other jealous dancers who had beef with Hyunjin?
Then you thought of Yeji. Did she still have feelings for Changbin, or had this ruined it all? Would she still confess to him? Would she just take Hyunjin’s side and add more fuel to that already blazing fire?
And finally, there were endless questions about Hyunjin. Where did your relationship with him stand? If he got into the dance company as he had planned, would you and Yunho follow him and work nearby to him? What if he didn’t get into the company? He knew your plans of wanting to own a studio; would he want to be part of that?
As Yunho pulled in behind to the back of the dining hall to drop you off before going to the showcase, you were glad you had catering to finally get your mind off of all these things.
The school’s museum where the exhibition was, was behind the school’s sports fields and buildings, so you’d need to take catering vans to the event. Because the dance showcase was the same night, you knew you wouldn’t be working with Felix or Changbin. You guessed that was a small mercy, but you still felt a little sad. It had always been fun working with them, and again, you’d been in a weird mental state since everything went down.
The head caterer gave you a black shirt and yellow tie like the first night of catering. Because the event was in the museum, only hors d'oeuvres and light-colored drinks would be served.
Sitting in the van, you and other staffers made sure the warmers, racks of glassware, and plates didn’t bounce around too much.
Other than the museum staff, you all were the only ones in the building. Tall round tables were set up in corners to hold plates, napkins, and glasses prefilled with drinks. In the middle of wider open spaces were longer tables with the hors d'oeuvres set up. The museum staff thought it might be better, so there were no accidents of staff bumping into anyone or accidently ruining the art by accidently spilling trays.
Once everything was setup, there was still some time before artists and then guests would arrive. You took the time to look at all of the work. It wasn’t just paintings, but there were also sculptures, drawings, stained glass pieces, and even some creative string creations.
Immediately you knew when you were in Hyunjin’s section. You recognized his stilllifes and portraits. But Dirty really was a focal point. The size was so much bigger than his others, and then of course all the colors on it. Hyun wasn’t the only one to have nudes included in his art collection, but you wondered if Park would get fussy about it. Gods how you would love it if you or Hyunjin told him how it was the three of your bodies on the canvas, but knowing what an asshole he was and your luck with him thus far, he’d probably make Hyunjin pull the piece.
The head caterer assigned everyone their spots for the night. You were to be in a corner with drinks. Unfortunately, it was a corner out of sight of Hyunjin’s pieces, so you wouldn’t even get to see him much unless he wandered over to you. You tried to put on your best catering smile, but your heart really wasn’t into it.
The artists started to come in and stand by their work. You didn’t see Hyunjin and he didn’t come over towards your area. It was difficult not to feel more disappointed.
Before long, other guests started to come in and fill up the museum. When they came to you, you offered them water, apple juice, or white wine.
President Park did come in, but he didn’t seem to notice you, thankfully. As much as you’d love to tell him off, you knew you couldn’t at a work event, and seeing him with a smug smirk would make you want to punch him.
You weren’t trying to glare at him, but he was standing right in your line of vision.
“They put you in a corner, huh.”
Caught off guard, you looked up to see Changbin, in a catering uniform.
Before you could ask what he was doing there, or any other questions, he continued.
“I know I’m an asshole for what I did to you, Yunho, and Hyunjin.”
Your mouth fell open as you weren’t expecting to hear that.
“When I’m wrong, I say I’m wrong. I didn’t understand the situation and I was being a jealous toolbag.” He took a breath. “I’m sorry.”
You were taken aback. You really weren’t expecting him to say that. After blinking a few times to bring yourself back to the current moment, you looked him in the eye. “I’m sorry, too. I never meant to take your place . . .” There was more you had to say, but Changbin held his hand up.
“You don’t need to be sorry. I wasn’t the right choice for the routine, and I didn’t understand the situation between the three of you. I do now, and I take responsibility for my actions.”
It was hard not to smile. “But I had some responsibility in it as well. Please, I do owe you an apology, and it’s long overdue.”
He matched your grin. “Okay. Apology accepted.” He turned to look behind him then back to you. “Felix can only distract JYP for so long, so you need to hurry and get out of here.”
Looking past him, you saw Felix talking to President Park. “What?”
He grinned wider. “Don’t you have a Senior Showcase to perform in?”
You finally understood. That’s why Changbin was in a catering uniform. He was going to take over for you.
“I already spoke to the head caterer; you’re good to go.”
Tilting your head, you couldn’t help but feel like you wanted to hug him.
“I know, I know. I’m awesome, you’re thankful. Now get out of here before he sees you.”
Quickly, you reached your arms around his neck for a hug and kissed his cheek. “Thanks, Changbin.”
“Go,” he ordered.
Looking at Felix, he glanced at you from the side, then turned himself so Park would also turn and face away from you, so you could make your escape.
Once outside, you were once again surprised to see Yeji waiting for you in a golf cart. You didn’t have a chance to say anything as she reached in the seat next to her then handed you a white dress.
“Wooyoung said from the measurements he took of you last time, this should fit. He also said you could wear a bra with it.”
So much was happening so quickly, you weren’t sure what to do but stare at the dress.
“There are public bathrooms there,” she pointed. “But hurry up, we gotta go.”
“Right,” you nodded and went towards where she pointed.
You were caught off guard. Knowing Yeji told you to hurry, you put on the dress quickly then returned to the golf cart.
As soon as you were in the seat beside her, Yeji turned toward you with a wicked smirk. “Alright, hold on,” and her foot hit the gas, hard.
Squeaking, you grabbed onto the side frame of the cart. “What exactly is happening?”
“We’re going to the Senior Showcase.”
“Yeah, got that.”
“And you’re dancing.”
Motioning to the dress you looked back to her. “Also got that. Does Hyunjin know about it. Or Yunho?”
“Yeah, it was Yunho’s idea.”
“What?” Yunho’s idea? That man couldn’t hold a secret to keep his life. Y’all could never properly celebrate holidays or birthdays because he was always too excited when he bought your gifts.
“Trust me,” Yeji kept her eyes on the path from the museum to the main buildings. “He complained the entire time about not being able to tell you.”
“And Hyunjin knows?”
“Yes.”
Huh. Maybe they were afraid of your sharp tongue not holding when seeing President Park tonight? Or maybe it would have been suspicious had you not taken the catering gig.
“It’s my fault.”
You stared at Yeji.
“I really flipped out on Changbin. Told him he was dense for not seeing that the three of you were actually having a relationship and even denser for not realizing I had feelings for him. That woke him up a bit and we had a long conversation about me and him and Hyunjin.
“Last night he apologized to Hyunjin as well as Yunho since Yun was still hanging in the auditorium to help out. Bin wanted to apologize to you and commented he wished he could undo it all so y’all could still perform in the showcase, and now here we are.”
Well that was surprising.
Yeji glanced at you and saw the shock in your face. “Yeah. He has his moments when he’s not being a dumbass.”
“Why are we rushing there though? I thought both events were happening the same time?”
“Nah. The showcase started over an hour ago. That idiot Park just scheduled them for the same night.”
You didn’t even realize. And catering had taken up a good portion of your night.
She pulled up to the building where the auditorium was. “Go ahead.”
“Where do I go?”
“Just into the auditorium.”
As soon as you got out of the golf cart, Yeji sped away.
Now you were nervous. Were you late? Were you going to perform right away?
The auditorium doors were closed. Slowly and as quietly as possible, you opened the double doors closest to you.
Yunho and Hyunjin were both on stage, Hyun talking into a mic. “ . . . my senior year, I worked hard to earn my spot to dance here tonight, but somebody told me not to. But I’m gonna do my kind of dancing with two great partners. They’re not only terrific dancers, but people who taught me that there are those willing to stand up for other people, no matter what the cost. People who taught me about the kind of person I want to be.” He gestured to Yunho. “Yunho Jeong,” and somehow, he saw you enter the room and motioned his hand to you, then said your name. A spotlight then beamed onto you.
A crowd of dance students you recognized came to you and led you to the stage. As you walked up the steps, Hyunjin walked to the side, giving Hongjoong his music selection.
You were scared to look out at the audience. You’d never had this many people watch you dance before. With your nerves, you only now noticed that two poles were brought out to the stage. Were you going to pole dance with them? You weren’t that good. You’d lost where Yunho went.
The music started, a song you didn't recognize, and you looked back to Hyunjin. There was nothing but confidence as he walked in your direction. He climbed onto the pole into the Cupid and offered his hand to you.
Taking it, you sat on his thigh, and knowing you were safe, you didn’t hold onto the pole but onto him. “I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you, too,” he lifted his leg and the two of you began spinning, eliciting cheers from the audience.
You couldn’t help but look at him with worry. “What if Park finds out about this?”
Again, his confidence shone as he smiled. “What’s the worst he can do to me at this point? I’m graduating. At most he’d say I can’t walk at graduation. He can’t take my diploma from me.” He stopped you both from spinning and you felt a poke at your shoulder.
Yunho was hoisted in a different position on the neighboring pole, offering you his hand to take you from Hyunjin. Hyun helped to pass you over, and you were in a different placement than the Cupid, instead facing Yunho with your thighs resting on his, causing new shouts of enjoyment from the onlookers.
“Why didn’t you tell me about any of this.”
He smiled, his arms flexed as he held the two of you on the pole. “It was a very last minute plan.”
You raised your eyebrow.
“Baby, you know it killed me keeping this a secret from you, especially because you’ve looked so bummed the last few days.”
That made you smile. “Yes, I did hear from Yeji there was quite a bit of whining from you.”
He grinned and kissed your nose. He put his foot down so you once again stopped spinning, and Hyunjin’s arms reached out for you. He was on the floor now and helped you from Yunho’s embrace.
When you were on the ground he spun you into him. With you facing him he did a long, sensual dance-dip. The crowd ate it up, whistling and cheering more. Hyunjin then turned you around so your back was against him as he lifted your arm around his neck.
He was starting the dance routine. This wasn’t the music you’d danced to it before, but you trusted him as he taught you how to feel the music.
When his hand lowered against your arm, you weren’t surprised by any movements and were able to keep up with the routine. Well, that was until he over spun you and suddenly you were in Yunho’s arms.
You were a little lost in where the dance movements were, but Yunho’s wide smile was contagious and you couldn’t help but smile and follow along to his lead. He did a few unplanned spins and even lifted you while turning which made you laugh. When you knew where you were in the dance, you were once again swapped into Hyunjin’s hold.
It was getting to the part when he was going to do the deep dip. You were nervous, especially since you’d chickened out at the actual audition, but the conviction in Hyunjin’s eyes filled you with trust and ease.
He looked at you to confirm you were ready and comfortable for it, and when you nodded he grinned then dropped you, just like you’d practiced dozens of times. It was perfect and exactly how you should’ve done it for the audition.
More loud praise came from the crowd.
The song wasn’t finished when Hyunjin lifted you back up. He and Yunho each held one of your hands while looking at you, then glanced at each other with a grin. Suddenly, they let go of you and both jumped off the stage down either side of the aisle. Halfway down the aisle, the two of them turned back to look at you.
Not really sure what to do with yourself, you swayed to the music, which is when Yeji and Felix joined you on the stage. You couldn’t contain yourself seeing him and hugged Felix. “Thank you for helping with the escape plan.”
“It’s not all I helped with.”
You gave him a curious look, but before you could ask further, your focus was back on Hyunjin and Yunho who were now at the back of the auditorium. The boys walked forward, dancing in unison. They each had a group of dancers following behind them doing the same movements. You recognized the original dance Hyunjin had done with Yeji.
As they approached the stage, dancers helped Hyunjin and Yunho back up. They each greeted Yeji and Felix. Words were exchanged between Felix and Hyunjin but you couldn’t make them out.
The song was ending, and the boys quickly pulled you to the side and something emerged down from the ceiling. It was Hyunjin’s art piece, Dirty. Felix stole it from the museum!
You held each of their hands while Yunho pulled you back center stage in front of the piece, which is when the song ended. He and Hyunjin lifted your hands in the air and then pulled them down so the three of you would bow, causing the audience to cheer in an uproar.
Lifting back up you saw everyone one their feet as they clapped and applauded. The music changed to a party song, which caused more people to join on the stage and the crowd to remain on their feet to dance as well.
You looked at each of your men. “Did this really just happen?”
Yunho smiled and nodded. Hyunjin just kept a grin.
Staring at his painting, you looked back to him. “Why’d you steal Dirty from the museum?”
“We weren’t allowed to dance because we were deemed dirty, so it seemed fitting.”
“Dirty dancing,” Yunho beamed.
You couldn’t help but smile at both of them. “Dirty Dancing; sounds like a good name for a studio.”
Both grinned with you, and the three of you danced with each other to the music.
One Year Later
Yunho, Hyunjin, Yeji, and you stood outside as you waited for the unveiling of the sign. The construction crew removed the tarp and the electrician turned it on; Dirty Dancing and Art Studios.
As luck would have it, both Yeji and Hyunjin had made it into the dance company, and both turned it down. They decided they wanted to put their dance efforts into a studio the helped and inspired others.
Though he wasn't present for it, several of Hyunjin's art pieces sold at the Art Exhibition and put his name out into the art community. With Hyunjin joining the efforts, it gave you and Yunho an extra income, so you were able to afford a 3-story place. The first floor was for dance, the second for art, and the third was your living space.
Yeji’s parents helped her with a nearby apartment, so she was close by and could be an instructor at the studio now that her ankle has healed. She was still dating Changbin, and when he graduated at the end of the year, he agreed to help run the place after a while so you, Yunho, and Hyunjin could serve in the peace corps for a bit.
“Shall we?” Yunho asked.
The four of you walked into the building. The entrance led to a reception desk with cubbies and lockers for dance students behind it. The rest of the space was the dance studio. One wall was fully mirrored with ballet bars across it. One corner had poles that were moveable so Yeji could instruct her pole dancing classes. Where there was empty wall space, Hyunjin had painted one of you, including Felix and Changbin, then pressed you into the wall in a famous dance position.
The second floor was the art studio. Hyunjin’s pieces were displayed on the walls, with Dirty being in the center. In the room were several easels, work tables, and even a potter’s wheel. There were several cabinets, just like at his campus studio, filled with paints, clay, and other supplies. And finally, two sinks so the artists could clean their tools.
“Everything looks great,” Yeji commented.
“It turned out better than expected,” Yunho agreed.
You, Yunho, and Hyunjin had been living on the third floor for a few months already while setting up the studios, so it was already comfortable, but now everything was complete.
The four of you headed back down to the dance studio.
“We’ll be ready to open next week,” you commented. “I’ve put ads in the local papers about allowing all ages and income brackets. I printed flyers yesterday and figured we could go around with them today.”
“Good plan, baby.” Yunho kissed the top of your head.
“But,” Hyunjin had a cheeky smile. “I think we need to christen the place first.”
Yeji and Yunho smiled in response, but you had your eyebrow raised. “And what does that entail?”
He grinned wider, and with a remote turned on the stereo, playing Cupid Shuffle.
You couldn’t help but shake your head. “You want to christen the studio with a line dance?”
“Not just any line dance,” Hyunjin moved to the music. “It was our first line dance.”
“It’s not exactly the dirty dancing our sign suggests we do here.”
“Oh,” Yunho smirked. “I’m sure we can make it dirty.”
You shook your head but smiled with them. Standing in a line with the three of them, you looked to them all. “Alright, let’s go!”
The End
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What's life in Egypt like?
This is a very vague question so I’m not sure how to answer, really. It’s kind of tense these days, anyway.
Ig the day to day is pretty typical. I’m not exactly the average citizen, most of my time is taken up with med school so I don’t explore or go out as much as I should. I live in Alexandria, and I love it here. Coastal, the old section of the city is beautiful, lots of greenery. It’s pouring down rain all through winter, driving is near impossible because everyone is fucking insane (which is typical for Egyptian cities lol), it’s pretty densely populated, the food is phenomenal. We have a ton of museums and historical sites, and the library of Alexandria is pretty rad. The economy is shit and getting shittier, we’re under a military dictatorship (again but worse than last time), inflation is insane and the country is in a ton of debt to the point that the central bank of Egypt has stopped all foreign currency transactions on debit cards, and credit cards have a foreign currency limit of the equivalent of $250/month.
From a feminist perspective, it’s not the best place to be. Alexandria is better than most of the country, but I still get harassed regularly. Egyptian men are paternalistic and have a weirdly entitled attitude towards all women, we have in-jokes in feminist circles about the fruit vendor from down the street being mad at you for coming home late. Tbf I’m fairly open about my feminist opinions and that hasn’t caused me any trouble, and basically all my friends and acquaintances know that I wear a hijab in front of my family and take it off at school/when I’m out with friends, and 4 of my cousins know about the hijab thing as well. Dating culture is fairly normalised in Alexandria, so everyone in my circles including two of my cousins know about my love life (but not my sexuality). In some places of Egypt, I’d be honour killed for any one of these things, so I’m grateful to be where I am. There’s still a line of chauvinism running in the country, though that’s the least of our worries as feminists. I have a post about marriage and divorce in Egypt under my Egyptian feminism tag if you’re interested in learning more about that aspect.
From an LGB perspective, unfortunately the little progress we’d made in the late 00’s and early 10’s has been receding quickly. We’d gotten to a point of live and let live in some areas, but the introduction of trans ideology in the west caused a massive recoil in perception of LGB people here, and there’s been a crackdown on LGB-sympathetic ideas. Every time it’s brought up, you get a look of disgust and ‘they’re teaching kids to change their sex’. It’s going to take massive amounts of time and effort to repair this damage.
And finally, from a religious perspective, well. Not much has improved re acceptance of atheism or non-abrahamic religious beliefs. Egyptian law technically protects your right to freedom of belief, but, crucially, not your right to freedom of expression of religious belief. National ID cards must have your religion listed on them, and the only options are Muslim/Christian/Jew. Contempt of religion and ‘violating Egyptian family values’ laws are pretty strict and are used to prosecute everything from girls dancing on TikTok to blasphemy. I don’t see this improving any time soon, though foreigners (non-Arabs) are given some leeway.
I hope I’ve covered the most important points, but please feel free to reach out if you have more specific questions!
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Monthly Recap - Jan
Read
War and Peace, which I'm like 1/3 of the way through. I'm going to visit my grandparents so should get some good reading done next month, although I might choose some warm weather reads for laying by the pool.
Watched
Dial M for Murder, a really good, not scary Hitchcock ft Grace Kelly and a clever twist.
A lot of Star Trek, we're in deep Star Trek here.
Singles Inferno, Korean dating show on Netflix that's super interesting from a cultural differences perspective (also I'm obsessed with the like viewers panel within the show, shout out to short hair lady, she cracks me up).
The Brutalist. Whew, it was a lot.
The Great Big Tiny Design Challenge on Channel 4, a competition show about decorating a dollhouse that I think was custom made for me in a lab.
Did
Attended: Matthew Bourne's Swan Lake, got a last minute return ticket for this and I am so happy I got to see it. Definitely my favorite piece of dance I've ever seen, just so stunning and interesting and sexy and perfect. Also saw The Importance of Being Earnest at the National, very entertaining, great costumes, but not a must see for me.
Played a lot of tennis, partly because Russian took a while to start back up so I had time to attend the Tuesday lessons. But also partly because I'm now in like 4 different tennis WhatsApp groups and played a lot through that!
Had two different dinners that I've been putting off, one with the first of my ex's friends, which was so so good to do. The other was with a new friend that I'm working on making a good friend and this was our first solo hang. I really like her, glad I asked her.
Goals and monthly poll under the cut.
Last Month’s Goals
Played a lot of tennis, especially as my Russian classes took a few weeks to start up again in the new year.
Goals under the cut.
🟧Use all class pass classes: Half tick on this one, didn't end up using that many passes but that was mainly because I was playing so much tennis. Still, it's important to balance tennis with other types of workouts so will aim to do better this month.
☑️Read a book: Giving myself a tick here despite not finishing because I read a normal book's worth of War and Peace (some 450 pages).
☑️New Recipes x2: Accidentally knocked this one out of the park this month, largely because I was delivered an entire Gusto box by mistake. Honestly, was not very impressed with their recipes - I think they were fine and convenient for people who can't cook but as someone who cooks a lot, they weren't always very efficient and could have packed in more flavor in places. Outside of the box, I made kimchi jiggae, chicken pho, and Konjac noodles with peanut sauce and tofu, none of which were great. Been weird about food this month, struggling to think of things I want to eat.
☑️Go to a new museum: The Estorick Collection, a small museum in Islington that features Italian modernist art from approx the 1910s-1970s. Really interesting collection and museum. We happened to go when a tour was on and I highly recommend that; it's an eclectic collection without a lot of big, recognizable names (outside of some excellent Modiglianis) so having the context of a tour is very helpful. It felt like a higher level art history course and was a good reminder that the dominant narrative around the story of art is a massive oversimplification.
☑️Go to an Exhibition: Hew Locke, What Have We Here? at the British Museum. So, so excellent, cannot recommend enough. Locke is an artist whose work interrogates imperialism and colonialism, and this exhibition presents his works alongside objects in the collection. He also provides his witty, personal commentary on the objects chosen on yellow signs that pepper the exhibition. A truly innovative, thought provoking, and beautiful exhibition. This is really one of things museuks with massive, diverse collections like the BM can do better than anywhere else. Go if you can. Also went on a Young Patron's tour of the Medieval and Renaissance galleries at the V&A that was spectacular - the curators were hilarious and the lights going out 10% of the way through added an indescribable je ne sais quo.
☑️Go to a show: check, see above.
🟧Crochet: Better this month, can still improve.
❌Write More: More than last month, still bad.
🟧Lay morning foundation: I've got a good set of things I do in the morning, the issue is starting them at a reasonable time. Room to improve.
☑️Budget: Barely, so ready to be employed again.
❌Memorize a poem: RIP, no. Swear next month.
🟧Russian flashcards: Could still be better, but improvement.
❌Screen time: Latest android update really did my phone in, for almost the whole month I couldn't track screen time which was definitely a bad thing. Tracking is back now, gotta be more on this.
🟧Job prep: Meh, need to do some more, especially now that things are actually moving.
☑️World of Interiors: Read the Dec issue, fun and cool as always. This is a good thing to keep on the list.
☑️ Nutrition: This wasn't explicitly on my list but over the course of the month I started to shift what I eat to be more protein oriented and I've really been liking that. I feel fuller for longer, so planning to keep at it.
Next Month’s
Carrying Over
Use all class pass passes
Four new recipes
Read a book (/War and Peace progress)
Visit a new musuem
Go to an exhibition
Go to a show (nothing scheduled yet)
Crochet
Job stuff
Write more
Morning foundation
Budget
Russian flashcards
Screentime
World of Interiors
New
Send a postcard to Taylor (Bermuda friend, going to try to do this at least monthly this year)
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