#im so serious he was my waiter
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my taste in men is unfortunately peter nureyev. i see a tall man with glasses, earrings, and a big nose and its over for me
#peter nureyev#personal?#guys#what#im so serious he was my waiter#italian peter nureyev was my waiter and im still thinking about him 24 hours later#stefano if youre out there
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you’re frustrated because you’re struggling to learn Korean - txt
a/n: hello! I thought this post would be a little relatable bc I’m struggling rn with Japanese (but not bc of a man 😋). So much kanji to remember and so many words that they just all mush together. I love the language but it is testing my patience and my memory rn :( please enjoy this and lemme know if y’all speak other languages :) it’s cool to know im not the only one struggling with a trilingual brain🥰 requests are open as usual (no pics belong to me! Found on Pinterest)
yeonjun
It was actually his idea to teach you Korean, starting with basic stuff such as phrases at the convenience store and at coffee shops. He knew it would help when you had to go out places on your own. You’re on the phone with him after he’s hyped you up and refreshed some phrases for ordering coffee. You finally are up to order and while your pronunciation has been good, you mispronounce a word and your face goes red. You apologize to the cashier who was very understanding and helped you say the word correctly. You paid and thanked them for their kindness. Yeonjun heart could burst at how the cashier was patient with you and how you tried your best and finally said the word right. “Oh my goodness! You did amazing! Next time you’re ordering coffee for the both of us.”
soobin
As the days went by, he could see your passion for learning his language was dwindling. You were struggling with your conjugation skills and he was just trying his best to help you learn and eventually practice. You both are sitting at the kitchen table, with your textbook in front of you (giving flashbacks to elementary math homework). He’s giving you example of conjugations your currently learning and how to used them. It’s starts to all mush up and you can’t figure it out or focus. You start to cry into your hands. He pulls you close to him, “don’t be sad. I promise that you’re gonna learn really soon. I believe in you.” That’s all it took for you to keep trying. He also promised he’d take you for a melona pop if you tried a few more conjugations (I love melona I’m so sorry 🤤…melon and banana are the best flavors not sorry)
beomgyu
homie is so serious and you get mad at him because of that. he’s teaching you silly phrases and on one occasion, he purposely teaches you the wrong phrase. So, you’re out at lunch with his members and you try the phrase on yeonjun and he looks so confused. “Did you just call me dumb?” Your face is furiously red and you run off, crying. Your frustration sets in. Why would be do this to me? He comes after you after giving you some time to cool down. “Baby? I’m so sorry. I didn’t think that would make you so upset. I promise I won’t do it anymore. We’re gonna get serious I swear.” He lures you out by telling you he’s gonna start teaching you from a really good Tex ok that was recommended to him. He also explains to yeonjun what happened and yeonjun gives him an earful as well, taking you side.
taehyun
he actually is a really good person to help teach you. He has the patience of a saint when teaching you grammar. If you’ve attempted Korean, you know how challenging grammar can be to understand. Let’s say you’re out at a restaurant and try to order your own food..you make a mistake and the waiter is looking at you like huh? You start to feel embarrassed but taehyun explains you’re still learning and has you try it again. When you get it right this time, he smiled and the waited smiled as well. The pride he feels when he can see your improvement is like no other. “You did such a good job, honey. Tell you what, how about we get some ice cream after? You deserve a little treat.”
huening kai
I feel like he’d be very empathetic and understanding towards your struggle. He speaks many languages too and understands how frustrating when something isn’t sticking or when you forget words or grammar. For example, you’re at home and you’re both working on vocabulary. you messed up a few words in a row and start to feel discouraged. His best tool to keep you motivated to learn was tell you he was proud of you. He would always encourage you the best he could, “you’re for this bub! I’m so proud of you! I’m gonna keep helping you until you’ve got this :)”
#txt x reader#txt imagines#txt fluff#txt headcanons#txt reactions#ari.speaks<3#txt smau#txt fake texts#beomgyu x reader#txt texts#taehyun x reader#yeonjun x reader#soobin x reader#huening kai x reader
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❧ word count: 8.7k
❧ warnings: cursing, mentions of drinking (new year’s eve party)
❧ genre: fluff, new year’s themed, attorney kun, wedding planner reader (i know next to nothing abt wedding planning, sorry!), aged up kun (he’s like mid/late 30s and reader is implied to also be around that age)
❧ extra info: this is the last of my impromptu series of three (and a half) hallmark-esque fics starring kun for the 2023 holiday season. i've made a mini masterlist here for fun
❧ author’s note: i once again wrote this in like 48 hours and had even less time to proof it bc i wanted to get it out before new year’s so im sorry abt any errors! also a happy early birthday to the loml
“Hopeless for the Holidays?” You snorted, reading the email flyer your friend had just forwarded to you. “You told me you had something fun for us to do for New Year’s.”
“This will be!” She pleaded with you. “It’s a mixer for single professionals who, you know, have no other plans on New Year’s Eve. Like us.”
“Hopeless for the Holidays?” You snorted, reading the email flyer your friend had just forwarded to you. “You told me you had something fun for us to do for New Year’s.”
“This will be!” Eunji pleaded with you. “It’s a mixer for single professionals who, you know, have no other plans on New Year’s Eve. Like us.”
“So, an excuse to get drunk and mack on a stranger at midnight. Did that enough in my twenties. Pass.”
“Nooo, it’s going to be super classy; I swear! It’s happening at the old courthouse downtown. It’s so nice there. The dress code is literally festive black tie—”
“What does that even mean? Is it festive or is it black tie? And how did you even get invited to this?” You read the domain name of the original sender, then zoomed in on the details of flyer to double, triple check. “It’s being held by the Bar Association?”
“Attorneys aren’t that bad,” she replied, clearly miffed.
“Yeah, you aren’t,” you said pointedly. “Former debate bros are.”
“There’s going to be so many mature, serious, single professionals there for you, I promise.”
“It’s literally called Hopeless for the Holidays.”
“So it’s a bit tongue-in-cheek.”
“If its tongue were any more in its cheek, it would bite it off.”
“See? You’re so witty, these guys are going to be falling over themselves trying to have intellectual conversations with you.”
“If a single one calls my job cute, I’m out of there.”
“That’s a yes! Thank you thank you thank you!”
On December 31st, you stepped into the old courthouse downtown with Eunji, out of the freezing cold and into a bright, glamorous venue. The main entry had been converted into a ballroom of sorts for the occasion, all the original marble flooring and walls, and oak and gold detailing preserved. Round, standing cocktail tables had been set up all around, a bar to the back and the side, waiters coming around with hors d’oeuvres, and even a live band set up on the landing of the grand staircase at the back. It was decorated in festive, New Year’s appropriate gold, silver, and black decorations, tinsel, baubles, stars, miscellaneous firework-adjacent shapes.
“Okay… not bad,” you muttered to Eunji as you took it all in.
“Told you it would be classy!” She whispered victoriously to you. Latching onto your arm, she pulled you into the crowd. “Come on!”
She diverted your course towards a table, and you saw a dark-haired man standing there in a neutral grey suit with a red-and-green plaid tie.
“Y/N, you remember my coworker, Kim Doyoung.” Your friend gestured between the two of you.
“Of course, it’s good to see you again, Doyoung.” You greeted the man brightly.
The few lawyer activities that Eunji had dragged you to before—more casual affairs—you had been introduced to many of her coworkers, but Doyoung must have been the only one that fit the criteria for tonight: single and hopeless on New Year’s Eve.
“You too, Y/N.” He nodded to you politely.
You liked Doyoung and all, he was a nice man, but you could already tell from the few times you’d met him before that he was a workaholic. Now, you were aware that most lawyers were, but Doyoung seemed beyond that. Eunji brought you to their firm’s Holiday Party last year, where he was recognized for putting in the most billable hours out of dozens of attorneys—and he was only a junior partner. You doubted he went anywhere but work, the courthouse, and home, where he presumably did even more work.
“Eunji, I’m so glad you’re here, actually,” Doyoung pulled out his phone, opening up his email app. “I was at the office right before I came here and—”
“No, Doyoung.” Eunji snatched his phone from hands, turned it off, and tucked it inside his jacket pocket. “No work. Don’t make any work calls, take any work calls, check your email, none of that.”
“But we’re surrounded by other lawyers.”
She rolled her eyes. “Fine, you can talk about some law stuff, informally. But I want you to actually talk to human people not for the purposes of a file tonight, okay? Sound good?”
“I suppose I can do that for a night.”
“And I want you to find someone to kiss at midnight.”
“What?!”
“That isn’t me or Y/N.”
Doyoung seemed like he was about to pass out. “Eunji, this is very unprofessional—”
“I just said I’m off-limits.”
“Yes, but—”
“I’m going to get Eunji and I drinks,” you interrupted their typical bickering.
“Negroni!” She chirped, squeezing your arm before going right back into with her coworker.
With the sounds of their squabbling fading into the din of the crowd, you slowly meandered to the bar on the opposite side of the room. Putting in Eunji’s negroni and your own cocktail order with the bartender, you watched as he got caught by a very insistent older man who clearly thought himself to be very important as he put in what seemed like seven different drink orders as he ticked them off on his fingers as he spoke.
The bartender stopped by you to grab a glass, and you offered, “You can take care of him first, if you need. Seems like he’s in a rush. I don’t mind waiting.”
“Are you sure?”
“Go for it.”
And he moved off to do that, you were happy to turn around and people watch for the moment. You’d always known that law was a boys’ club, but this was just… sad. The few women who were here were interspersed, but you were definitely outnumbered at least 10 to 1. That left a lot of the men to group off and chat among themselves. If Eunji didn’t find somebody tonight after dragging you out here, you’d kill her.
A movement in the corner of your eye caught your attention, and you saw three men coming towards you through the crowd on your left, at least one of them already visibly tipsy. You shifted your eyes forward, trying to gauge if you should just abandon your drinks and find Eunji and Doyoung again wherever they ended up.
Then, someone was sliding up to the bar on your right, a pretty, smooth voice, “Hi. Do you have a moment to talk?”
You turned to your right, the voice matched to a rather handsome man, face framed by chestnut brown hair, and lips pulled into a charming, dimpled smile. He wasn’t too close to you that you felt like he was invading your personal space, a polite distance, just near enough so that you knew he was talking to you. Well that, and his piercing, dark eyes focused entirely on you as if there were nothing else he could possibly be looking at in the room. Not unblinking, but not distracted. He was the only man that you’d seen so far who had figured out the festive black-tie dress code, in a traditional tuxedo except in a deep midnight blue color, with several glittering brooches of fine materials on one lapel. Not overdone, and definitely not Christmas, which was a week ago. He already had a drink in his hand, some kind of dark liquor, neat. Whiskey, scotch, or bourbon, presumably.
“Sure.” You offered a small smile in return. “I’m waiting on my drink.”
The man set his drink down on the bar then, and offered his hand that hadn’t been holding it out to you.
“Qian Kun.” He introduced himself. “I haven’t seen you at a Bar Association event before.”
You shook his hand. It was warm. “That’s probably because I’m not a member. I’m a plus-one.”
“Ah, well that makes sense.”
“Y/L/N Y/N, by the way.”
“So what do you do then, Y/N?”
“I’m a wedding planner.”
“Wow, I’ve heard that’s pretty high-stress.” He actually seemed impressed, his eyebrows disappearing into his hair for a moment.
“I’ve heard the same about being an attorney,” you pointed out coyly.
“I don’t have bridezillas or in-laws to deal with on a daily basis.”
“I’ll take talking down a bridezilla over why she can’t have those specific orchids she saw on Pinterest because they won’t survive the two-hour outdoor ceremony and four-hour reception at her summer wedding due to how sensitive to heat they are over having to argue with my whole chest some position that I don’t even believe in just because I’m being paid to.”
“You think trial lawyers are sleazy?” He asked, the corner of his lip quirking up as if he found this amusing.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to offend,” you apologized flatly.
He sipped his drink. “Not all attorneys are trial lawyers, you know.”
“You aren’t?”
“Corporate. General counsel for businesses, contracts, that sort of thing.”
“Paper pusher.”
“You were brought here by a litigator,” he said knowingly.
“How’d you know?”
“Us paper pushers don’t really call each other that.”
“Right. She does insurance defense.” You were interrupted by the bartender finally returning with your two drinks, and you thanked him, opening your clutch for whatever cash was in there to hand him as a tip. Turning back to Kun, feeling the need to clarify something. “I don’t think she’s sleazy, exactly. You know, in criminal proceedings, the defendant is entitled to an attorney, right? And the state provides one if they can’t afford it. I think normal people should have competent representation in civil proceedings, too, just to help navigate the legal system. I think she does something good overall. I just… couldn’t do it myself.”
“A lot of time, it’s not about the facts, or what you believe, it’s about the law. Making the better argument.”
“Yeah, which is kind of what I hate about it.”
“That’s more than fair,” Kun agreed. “So what do you like about wedding planning then?”
“The moment that everything finally comes together, and I get to be the one who delivers the couple’s perfect day to them,” you sighed happily. “Every single meltdown, canceled vendor, whatever, is worth it when I get to see it all come together.”
“You love love?”
“Well, that, and I’ve also been told that I’m a bit of a control freak.”
“Playing to your strengths with your choice of career.”
“I’ve long embraced the control freak,” you declared genuinely. “What do you like about corporate law?”
“I’m not a trial attorney, first of all,” he started, making you chuckle. “And I really like contracts. Reviewing them, drafting them, refining them. I’ve been told I have an eye for detail.”
“Isn’t that a nice way of saying of saying control freak?”
“I suppose it is, yes.”
“And you know why that is, right?” You asked pointedly. “Why you ‘have an eye for detail’ and I’m a ‘control freak?’”
Kun didn’t miss a beat. “Of course. You’re a woman, so the same traits that are desirable in men are things that you get shamed for.”
“Huh.” You hid a pleasantly surprised smile behind your glass as you went to take a sip. So far, he had passed every level on your mental flowchart that you used to quickly weed out men who weren’t worth your time. “So you’re responsible for the Terms and Conditions nobody reads?”
“Possibly.”
“And you’ve definitely heard that one before.”
“Would it make you feel better if I said I hadn’t?”
“No,” you shook your head with a smile.
“It was worth a shot.”
You gathered up both of the drinks you’d been given. “It was nice chatting, Kun, but I do have to get this back to my friend before the ice melts and waters down her drink, unfortunately.”
“By all means; I’m grateful for your time that I did get.” He nodded to you graciously. “It was lovely meeting you, Y/N. I hope we’ll talk again later.”
Taking the two drinks back over to the table that Eunji was standing at, she looked at you with wide eyes and a knowing smirk. Doyoung had disappeared at some point, presumably to get on with his assignment from Eunji.
“Your drink, ma’am.” You handed it to her with mock fanfare.
“So who was that?” She asked lightly.
“Hm?”
“The guy you were talking to at the bar for so long.”
“Oh, uhm, Qian Kun? Have you heard of him?”
“No, I haven’t. He say what firm he works for?”
“Didn’t think to ask. But it makes sense you don’t know him, he’s a paper pusher.”
“Ohh… corporate?”
“Yep. General counsel for businesses, contracts. Guy really loves contracts.”
“Oh boring.” She wrinkled her nose with distaste, then took a sip of her drink. “Ack. Y/N, seriously? You let my cocktail get watered down for a contracts guy?”
“I thought I had excused myself before it got watered down, sorry,” you apologized, rolling your eyes at her dramatics. “But he wasn’t talking about contracts the whole time I was over there, really. He was asking me about my job.”
You opted to not mention the part of your conversation about trial attorneys such as your friend.
This detail piqued her interest again. “Oh, okay. You didn’t walk out, so I assume he behaved accordingly?”
“He… was nice.” You conceded.
“That’s the best thing I’ve heard you say about a guy!”
“Eunji, hon, I didn’t come out here expecting to find my soulmate, alright?” You patted her shoulder. “A couple free drinks, hanging out with you, chatting with some nice people, and I’ll consider it a success, alright?”
“Why can’t you be open to something?” She sighed.
“I am. If it happens to find me. I’m just not exactly looking for it right now, okay?”
“Fine.”
“How about we worry about you in the meantime, alright? Since you definitely are searching,” you suggested, looking around the large room with intent. “What about those guys over there? By the Christmas tree?”
“God, no.” She coughed and turned her head, very conspicuously covering her face with her hair. “You see the tall one?”
“Yeah, he’s really good-looking.”
“And we’re going to be avoiding him all night. Johnny Suh.”
“Wait, as in—”
“Yeah.”
“—your ex from law school.”
“That one.”
“Well. I definitely get it now.”
“Could you be more obvious that you’re staring, Y/N? Christ.”
You casually moved around the table so that both of your backs were to that group as you continued talking. “How have you been attending like any Bar Association functions then? If you’re like this?”
“He just moved here. I heard rumors but didn’t want to believe it until I saw him with my own two eyes. Which ended up being tonight.”
“Okay, well…” You looked around again, spotting another group at a nearby table. “How about them? The guys that Doyoung is talking to.”
Eunji peered over at where you were looking. “I mean, one of them is Yuta, which, ew. He works in international law at my firm but the other three… yes, sure, yeah. I think I did my clerkship with one of those guys, actually. Let’s go.”
After being introduced by Doyoung to the three men with him—Jungwoo, Sicheng, and Taeil—you found out that Eunji had in fact done her summer clerkship under a federal judge with Jungwoo during law school. As they got to chatting, and the others talked about some recent fascinating court ruling, you slowly sipped on your drink, zoning in and out of conversations. You loved your friend, really, but there was a reason that you had met at yoga and not in law school. Hearing lawyers talk about law was going to make your brain bleed out of your ears. Your thoughts drifted back to Qian Kun, and your eyes briefly flitted around the room, wondering where he had ended up.
“And what do you do, Y/N?” Yuta suddenly yanked you back into the conversation.
“Hm?” You blinked. “Oh, I’m a wedding planner.”
“Cool. Sounds fun.”
You immediately looked over at Eunji, and she flashed you the quickest lift of her eyes in an eye roll that would be imperceptible to anybody else.
“So how’s your mission coming along, Doyoung?” You decided to entertain yourself.
Sicheng and Taeil immediately stopped their conversation to look over, confused.
“I’m talking to people not directly about cases at work.” He looked at you with wide eyes, obviously hoping you wouldn’t divulge the other half of it. “I’ve done it.”
“Okay, and who are you kissing at midnight?”
“Huh?!” Yuta let out a comically bewildered noise.
Doyoung groaned, then pointed an accusatory finger at your friend. “Eunji… ordered me to not work tonight and find somebody to… kiss at midnight…”
You shrugged. “I’m checking in on his progress.”
“Are you offering, Y/N?” Yuta questioned teasingly.
“No,” you snorted. “I’m ineligible. Sorry.”
“You came to a singles event and you’re… not single?” Jungwoo cocked his head.
“I am. I’m just not letting some stranger put their tongue down my throat at midnight because of it.” You finished off your drink. “Sorry.”
“And there’s no way I’d let either of you do anything to my friend,” Eunji grabbed your arm protectively, pointing between Doyoung and Yuta. “I know how you live. And I’m not impressed.”
“Gee, thanks,” Doyoung scoffed.
“Yeah, understandable,” Yuta shrugged.
After a bit more mingling, you and Eunji once again ended up by yourselves at a table. She had her cheek dejectedly in hand, visible pout on her face.
“So? Have you liked anybody so far?” You asked her. “Felt a connection? Seemed like you and Jungwoo were getting along… Or that environmental attorney, uhm, Taeyong?”
“I don’t know, I don’t think so,” she sighed, straightening up. “I’m going to use the bathroom. Come with?”
“I can, or I can get us drinks again. Which do you want?”
“Mm, drinks. Thanks.”
“Of course, hon.”
On your way back to the bar, you spotted a familiar blue suit jacket in the crowd and decided to make a short detour.
“Kun.” You approached, stopping behind him at a table.
The attorney turned around, a wide smile coming to his face as he recognized you. “Y/N, hello again.”
“Yeah, hey,” you beamed. “Mind if I chat with you for a second?”
“Please do.”
“I was on the way to the bar to grab another round for my friend and I while she freshens up, then I saw you,” you explained, settling in to lean beside him at his table. “But she’ll be a while…”
“Lucky me then.” A dimple appeared in his cheek. “And honestly, you might want to hold off on the drinks. They’re going to start bringing out champagne at eleven.”
“What time is it?”
He checked his silver, analog watch. “Ten fifty-four.”
“I think I will hold off, then. Eunji loves champagne. Thanks for the tip.”
“Of course.”
“You here all alone?” You indicated the empty table he was standing at. “I mean, I know it’s a singles event or whatever, but people have at least been talking to friends or colleagues too.”
“I was with some others a few minutes ago, we were celebrating a recent promotion, but they all seemed to have left me.”
“Promotion? Whose?”
“Ah, mine,” he admitted, hand habitually smoothing over the lapels of his suit.
“Congrats. And what have you been promoted to?”
“Senior partner. Non-equity.”
“Celebrating your promotion at an event for lonely singles? Bit sad.”
“If I’m being honest, I’m only here because my friend pressured me.” He nodded towards a dark-haired man in an emerald green velvet jacket, who you had seen darting about the event the whole night. “Ten helped organize it.”
“I was forced here by my friend too, Eunji,” you laughed. “She just about dragged me in kicking and screaming.”
“I didn’t put up that much resistance myself, admittedly,” Kun chuckled.
“Oh? You secretly wanted to come?” You half-joked and half-asked.
“Something like that.”
“Really? Do tell.”
“When Ten was first telling me his plans for the event, I thought, knowing him, it was just a convoluted way to get wasted and make out with a stranger,” he shook his head. “But the promotion sort of put some… things into perspective. And I feel like the New Year always makes me reflect more than others.”
“Why is that? You feel like you reflect on New Year more than other people?”
“My birthday is January 1st.”
“Oh…” You nodded in understanding. “Time marches on.”
“Yes, it does. I get the hit of a New Year and getting older on the same day.”
“I know we just met, but I feel like you’re already sharing something pretty personal, so I’ll ask: How old will you be? At midnight?”
“Thirty-six,” he said it like he was in a confessional, quietly, dipping his head down to looking down at his feet, then straight up at the ceiling, tilting his head back.
“Kun… You know that’s not even half your life, right? Statistically?” You arched an eyebrow.
“I’m aware. I’m not ashamed of my age, really. I’m quite happy to be out of my twenties. But now, about to be closer to forty than thirty… there’s things about my life that twenty-year-old me thought would’ve been quite different than they actually are.”
“Is this connected to your new perspective from your promotion?”
“Yes. A lot of people take their promotion as an incentive to work harder but… I think I’m going to cut back.”
“Does your firm know about this?”
“My new position comes with a certain amount of security.”
“You’re a damn good lawyer, Kun,” you chuckled.
Kun seemed caught off-guard for the first time in your conversation. “Well, I mean, yes, I suppose—”
“You’ve been talking around your point for the past five minutes. Now that you’re at a certain place in your career, you want a family. When you were twenty, you promised yourself you would do it all, career and family, then along the way you slowly started conceding more and more in order to get ahead, and now you’re looking back and realizing you wanted to have more in your life than just work by now. So you let Ten talk you into coming out to this singles mixer hoping that maybe you’d luck into your future spouse in one go.” You poked him on the chest. “Sound about right?”
He raised his gaze from your finger on his dress shirt to your face, a wonder-filled smile on his lips that turned into a knowing smirk as he challenged, “Seems as though you’re… familiar with similar circumstances.”
You took your hand back before giving a casual shrug. “Maybe. How close was I?”
“Scarily accurate. Did my mother put you up to this?”
“No. But, let me guess, she’s been not-so-subtly asking for grandchildren?”
“Only for the past decade.”
“Ouch.”
A waiter then came by carrying a plate of champagne, offering some out. Kun grabbed two flutes off the tray and offered one to you. You accepted it graciously.
“Thank you.” Tilting the golden liquid back and forth contemplatively, you asked, “Do you happen to know if Ten got real champagne or sparkling wine?”
“Whatever real champagne is, he probably did not splurge on it, no,” Kun chuckled.
“Nobody actually knows the difference, I was just curious.” You took a sip. “Good quality wine.”
“What is the difference?”
“Technically, real champagne can only come from the Champagne region of France,” you explained. “Whenever a couple comes in insisting on real champagne, but without the budget for it, I have tell them that they’ve probably never had real champagne in their lives anyway, and their guests will not know the difference between real champagne and a good sparkling wine.”
“Your job must require you to be knowledgeable about a lot of different things, doesn’t it? Wine, flowers, food, logistics.”
“Money, budgeting, color theory, weather, you name it, I probably have to know at least the basics, maybe more.”
Kun’s admiration and interest once again seemed genuine. “And what sort of degree do you get to be a wedding planner? Is there a degree for it? Certification program? I mean, it’s not as linear of a path as being an attorney…”
“There’s some event planning associate and bachelor programs. I have a degree in hospitality, and then mentored under a wedding planner to learn the ropes before going off on my own.”
“So you own your own business?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Wow…” He trailed off, eyes focused on you, beholding you.
You laughed self-consciously. “I don’t think I’ve ever made anybody speechless with that information. You alright, Kun? How much have you had to drink?”
“I’m quite sober, this will only be drink number two.” He lifted the champagne.
“Really?”
“I do need to drive myself home tonight.”
“I’m DD as well. And I’m also past my ‘getting shitfaced in public’ days,” you chuckled, lifting your drink to your lips again, looking out over how many of the other partygoers were more than tipsy.
“You’re beautiful, by the way.” Kun’s voice brought your eyes back to him, his eyes twinkling under the lights as he looked at you.
Your skin felt warm, and your heart jumped a bit. “Thank you.”
“That’s what I was thinking about, when I trailed off a moment ago.”
“You didn’t open with that. Earlier, by the bar,” you commented. “Why not?”
“I needed to know if you even wanted to talk to some random man first.”
“But after that.”
“I didn’t want you to think I was walking up to every woman here tonight and telling her that.”
“You’re not?” You teased, the corner of your lip quirking up.
He shook his head. “I’m not.”
“Well, you’re a paper pusher… so I suppose I can take your word for it.”
“I appreciate that.”
Checking the time on your phone, you then got up on your tiptoes, peering around for Eunji.
“Looking for your friend?” Kun asked.
“Yes, she should’ve been out by now.” You frowned.
“Do you need to go look for her?”
“Let me shoot her a text first. She might just be taking a while fixing her makeup…”
[you: jiji, you fall in? everything okay?]
Thankfully, but much to your surprise, she texted back almost immediately.
[jiji: i’m okkkk! chatting with taeyong from earlier! sorry for leaving you!]
[jiji: GREAT champagne btw 🍾🍾🥂🥂]
[you: that’s fine. you two have fun! call me if you need anything]
“She’s alright,” you chuckled, turning off your phone. “Found a friend. And the champagne.”
“Does that mean you’re free right now then?”
“Why yes, yes it does.”
“Lucky me.” He grinned. “So have you ever been in the old courthouse before this?”
“No, I haven’t. Never been to an event here, and it closed before I was born.”
“Well, we have…” He looked at his watch again. “Fifty-three minutes until midnight. How would you like a personal tour?”
“Can you do that?” You raised an eyebrow. “There’s ropes blocking off the hallways.”
“Ten’s part of the event committee for the Bar Association, and I’m part of the historical committee. We’re in charge of the preservation and restoration of the courthouse. I know which parts we can go in and which ones we can’t. Besides, if we were caught, the person they would report us to would be me.”
You couldn’t help but smile. “Alright, sure. Sounds fun.”
“I will have to ask that you leave the champagne. No liquids.”
“Of course.” You nodded, stepping away from your drink.
Kun cordially offered you his elbow, and you took it, well aware that the giddy, warm buzz in your body wasn’t from the few sips of champagne you’d just had. He led you through the crowd, and as you approached the black velvet ropes cordoning off the hallways, he looked around to make sure nobody was watching, then stepped over it. He offered his hand out to you, and you placed yours atop for him to steady you as you also stepped over the rope. You took one more look over your shoulder before you two quickly ducked around the marble column and out of sight.
The darkened hallway you entered was much smaller than the grand foyer you had been in for most of the night. In the dim light being let in through the windows, you could make out the multitude of frames along the walls, sconces clearly meant for oil lamps, and a few pieces of furniture—mainly chairs and tables pushed against the wall.
“This is where the clerk’s office was,” Kun explained. “The door at the end of the hall. But first—”
He stopped at a frame, and with your eyes adjusted to the low light, you could see the art that was in it. It was of the courthouse itself, but a whimsical interpretation, with flying chariots in the sky above it, and mermaids swimming in a river in front of it that certainly had never been there.
“It’s a beautiful etching,” you commented. “Do you know who did it?”
“We think a local artist, but they didn’t sign it,” he sighed, gesturing to the four corners, all blank. “And there’s nothing on the back. It’s something we’ve been working with local art curators and historians to try to track down.”
“That’s… sad.” You couldn’t find a better word. “I mean, it’s incredible that their work survived all these years and is still being seen and people are working to find out who created it… but it’s still sad that their identity was lost in the first place.”
“One of the experts we had look at it believes it’s a first or second state that the artist never intended to actually be the final piece, so that’s why they didn’t sign it.”
“It makes you wonder if they never made the finished piece or if the finished piece didn’t survive.”
“Also makes you imagine that artist all those years ago looking at this and thinking that it wasn’t good enough to put their name on, and now we’re looking at it wishing we knew who made it because we think it’s so beautiful.”
Your eyes scanned over the chariots and puffy clouds and mermaids swimming among the waves, then drifted over to Kun. “What was your undergrad degree in, Kun?”
“History, why?” He looked over at you inquisitively.
“Just curious.” You shrugged. “I know you can do anything before going to law school, so I thought I’d ask.”
“A lot of my peers did Political Science or Criminal Justice, but you don’t actually learn much about the law in those programs like people think you will. Everybody starts on a pretty even playing field when it comes to stuff that’ll be on the tests. But as for practical skills... majors that give you good research, writing, and critical thinking skills were really the best ones to go with. So the humanities majors were honestly running laps around everyone else the first semester or so.”
“You’re on the historical committee, so you just like history, too. Right?”
“Yes, I do.” He nodded, slowly guiding you further down the hallway. “I like knowing how we ended up here. The people that came before us, how they’re still influencing us even today. I think we have a duty to remember them, learn as much as we can, and preserve that knowledge and pass it down. Because I would want somebody to do that for us as well. I know we have cameras, and phones, and can document things so much better now, but that’s probably also what they thought a hundred years ago. But things still get destroyed, and lost, and people pass, and stuff gets forgotten. So I hope we never stop being curious about where we came from.”
“I like that, Kun.” You squeezed his arm. “I really do.”
He smiled almost bashfully, looking down at his feet, then back up as he stopped in front of the door at the end of the hallway, gesturing in. “This is the clerk’s office. We can’t go in since it is very much still pre-restoration and I’m afraid you may get injured.”
“That’s fine, I’ll peer in from here,” you chuckled, looking around from the threshold. There were floorboards haphazardly strewn about, but you could see one main desk, in the same dark oak color as everything else, multitudes of filing cabinets, and several different large, old manual machines that you weren’t quite sure what they did but you were sure there were probably an electric version of most, if not all, at any office building in the city.
“So this is where all the court documents were filed?” You clarified your knowledge that you had picked up from knowing a few attorneys in your life.
“Yes. Court documents were filed, real estate documents, and notary applications. They also did a few other things in this building that weren’t just trials, but weren’t handled by the clerk. I’ll show you in a second.”
Around the corner, Kun showed you where business licenses used to be processed, and where motor vehicle and driver’s licenses were taken care of before they got their own office long before this courthouse closed. In between all of these rooms, there were various pieces of art, painting, photographs, drawings, maps, or historical documents to look at on the walls as well.
The next room was a bit larger, and you were able to actually walk into this one, the first out of all of them. It had higher ceilings and a skylight, but not quite the infrastructure and grandeur to make you think that you were in the courtroom yet.
“The historical committee has been focused on getting this one ready sooner, with some pressure from the event committee. They think it’ll bring some outside business in,” he explained, guiding you towards the front, where there was what looked like a wood countertop of some sort. The windows on the far wall had a funny sort of tint to them, and you realized they were stained glass in various colors. They didn’t depict any specific religious imagery, but they were the only ones you had seen in the entire courthouse, almost giving the impression of a chapel.
“Why is that?” You asked Kun curiously. “Also, why is this the only room with stained glass windows?”
“This was where all the marriages in this jurisdiction were performed for hundreds of years. At least the legal part, the signing of the certificate. The actual wedding ceremonies were obviously up to the couples.” He said, then gestured to the wood countertop. “That’s where the certificate was signed. The stained glass was to emulate a religious setting without directly referencing any one religion. The event committee thinks people will want to hold their actual weddings here.”
You looked around at the room, already thinking about how many people would fit in here, how you would set up a possible wedding ceremony in here.
“So what do you think, wedding planner?” Kun prompted you.
“You want my advice for free?” You teased.
He held his hands up. “I’m humbly making conversation.”
“As a favor for taking me on this lovely tour, I’ll tell you what I think,” you giggled. “It’s pretty small. This area attracts a lot of big money weddings. It might work for a couple who wants an intimate ceremony but a bigger reception, if they can also use the foyer for the reception. Especially couples who aren’t necessarily religious, but don’t want to completely go off-book by not having a church wedding, since it feels similar to a chapel, and a courthouse is still formal like a church. You’ll also attract the kind of couples who are looking for unique venues: old bank vaults, railroad stations, cemeteries, that kind of thing. But again, the size of the room for the ceremony is really going to be a limiting factor for booking.”
Kun looked at you with wide eyes. “You can get married at a cemetery?”
“Uh-huh.” You nodded, unfazed by that factoid at this point in your life. “Halloween weddings are pretty popular in a certain crowd.”
“I don’t think I’d want to get married on a holiday.” He shook his head. “Christmas, Valentine’s Day, anything. Or one of our birthdays. It’s…”
“Tacky?”
“There we go.”
“I agree. I think the only special date that I can make an exception for would be an anniversary. Anniversary of getting engaged, anniversary of our first date, anniversary of when we met, that kind of thing.”
Kun had the same look in his eyes as when you told him that you owned your own business, like you were the most incredible thing he had ever witnessed, and he couldn’t imagine ever looking at anything else for the rest of his life. “What if one of those is on a holiday?”
“Then we’d just have to pick a different date. Can’t be tacky.”
“Oh God, of course not,” Kun chuckled jokingly. “My worst nightmare.”
Still gazing around the non-denominational not-chapel, you were overcome with a feeling of unease, suddenly being overwhelmed with memories that you hadn’t thought of in a very long time. You glanced down at your empty left hand, then wrapped it back around Kun’s arm, looking up at the stained glass windows again.
“I was almost engaged once. In my twenties,” you stated into the stillness.
Kun took this pivot in conversational tone in stride. “And how do you almost get engaged?”
“He had me pick my ring and then… never proposed with it.”
“Oh, Y/N, I’m so sorry,” he said softly.
“Mm, could’ve been worse. I could’ve married him,” you laughed. “You know what’s funny?”
“Tell me.”
You turned to him still with a grin on your face. “He was a lawyer.”
“What kind?” Kun asked, then immediately followed up with, “Don’t say a trial attorney.”
“Nope.”
“Family law.”
“A wedding planner and a divorce lawyer getting married? That sounds like a pretty savvy business model. Or a really great rom-com.”
“You like rom-coms?”
“I’d call it a guilty pleasure, but I’m at the point in my life where I can’t be ashamed of the things I like.” You confirmed your love of the movie genre. “I just can’t watch any that are about wedding planners.”
“Too inaccurate?”
“Yes! It’s always about falling in love with the best man or brother of the groom or something. I’m way too busy to find my soulmate on the job.”
“So was I right? Family law?”
“Nope.”
“IP. Intellectual property.”
“No.”
“I can keep going, there’s practically infinite areas of civil practice that are non-trial.”
“I’m not the one who turned this into a guessing game!” You guffawed incredulously.
“Wait, was he… a corporate attorney?” He let out a fake gasp. “Do you have a type?”
“And who says I’m attracted to you?” You fired back immediately.
“That’s fair, I shouldn’t have assumed.” Kun laughed, smoothing down his lapels. “So what kind of attorney was he?”
“He wasn’t.”
“Wait—”
“He went to law school, so he’s a lawyer, but he never took the bar in order to practice law, so he’s not an attorney,” you declared victoriously through chuckles, much to Kun’s disbelief.
“I can’t believe you got me with that.”
“Don’t contracts require precise language or something?” You feigned cluelessness, making him snort as he knew that you weren’t that dumb.
“Yeah, they do.” He was shaking his head at himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “You really got me with that one, goddamn.”
That was the first time you’d heard him curse all night, you realized, despite the fact that you’d already done so multiple times.
“I do… think you’re attractive, by the way, Kun,” you admitted. “And you’ve been great company tonight. I’ve had a wonderful time on this little impromptu tour.”
He chuckled. “Don’t worry about hurting my feelings, attorneys need their egos checked every once in a while. I’m honored to have such a stunning woman checking mine this time.”
“Well, any time you need me to lie to your face and say you’re not one of the most gorgeous men I’ve ever seen, I’m there.”
Kun patted down the front of his tuxedo jacket almost self-consciously, a pleased smile coming to his face and both of his dimples making reappearances. “Really? Well…”
“And I haven’t been walking up to every man tonight saying that, by the way.”
He laughed with his whole chest, eyes and nose scrunching up as he leaned forward, hair getting knocked out of place with his sudden movement. You smiled fondly as you watched him laugh so genuinely, so unrestrained, not in the practiced, manicured way as before. You didn’t think that they were necessarily forced laughs earlier in the night, you were sure that he did genuinely think what you said was funny, but he presumably had a laugh for these formal types of scenarios. And you’d been right, as the sort of laughing he was doing now was far different, warm, joyous, mirthful. It made your heart full to know that it was because of you.
As he caught his breath, the thought occurred to you of how much time you’d spent on your tour already.
“What time is it?” You questioned.
He checked his watch once more. “Eleven thirty-five. I should hurry this tour up to get you back in time for the countdown.”
“Lead the way.”
You and Kun slipped back into the main party with five minutes to spare, and grabbed a couple more glasses of champagne off a waiter as he walked by. You looked around to see if you could spot Eunji now that you were on the opposite side of the room as before. Funny enough, you saw Taeyong and his colleagues that you had met earlier, but not your friend.
“Is something wrong, Y/N?” Kun asked.
“I’m sorry, do you mind if we go talk to someone?” You couldn’t shake the feeling of something being off, despite the large screen set up behind the band displaying the timer now at less than four minutes.
“Of course not.”
Pulling Kun through the crowd by the arm, you landed in front of Lee Taeyong out of breath, offering him a wide smile. “Hi, Taeyong. I don’t know if you remember me, I’m Y/N, we met earlier.”
“Of course, yes, you’re… an event planner, right?” He offered you a bright smile.
“Yeah, yeah.” You didn’t have the time to correct him. “My friend Eunji that was with me, have you seen her? Is she with you?”
The man’s features immediately turned confused. “No, she’s not with me. But I have seen her.”
“Oh, good. Where?”
“Over there,” he nodded behind you. “With Johnny.”
You turned around, eyes zeroing in on a corner of the foyer where Eunji was in fact pressed up into Johnny Suh’s side, giggling and laughing, his arm around her shoulders. He looked about as tipsy as she was, pink-cheeked and giggling too.
Looking back to Taeyong, you smiled sheepishly. “Sorry, Taeyong, one more thing: To the best of your knowledge, she’s been with him for the past hour or so?”
“Uh, yeah, I think so.” He nodded. “They look like they’ve been having a, uhm, pretty good time together. Not to be indecent...”
“Cool, thanks.” You walked off, taking Kun with you.
“So what was that about?” Kun questioned.
“Johnny Suh is Eunji’s ex from law school,” you explained the gravity of the situation. “Not a pretty breakup. Or second breakup. Or third breakup. From what I heard, I didn’t know her then.”
“Are we going to do anything?” Kun questioned as you were very clearly not walking over to Eunji and Johnny.
“I only got Eunji two drinks spread across two hours, so unless she has been chugging champagne at superhuman rates for the past hour, she’s probably only had one or two glasses, which with her alcohol tolerance would put her at mildly tipsy,” you responded with a shrug. “I’m not going to let her leave with him. But otherwise… she can deal with her choices in the morning. It would be way more trouble than it’s worth if I went over there and tried to remove her right now.”
“Gotcha.” He nodded.
“Besides…” You looked over at the countdown, which was now at 1:30. “It’s almost midnight.”
Kun tapped the side of his glass, clearing his throat awkwardly. “Y/N, I don’t want to be presumptive. Just being able to enjoy your company tonight has been more than enough—”
“Kun, I would be offended if you didn’t want to kiss me at midnight.”
“I do, I do,” he chuckled, clearly relieved. “I’m just aware that you had your reservations about coming here tonight, and about the entire premise of the event.”
“Well I said I didn’t want to get drunk and mack on a stranger. I’m not drunk, and I wouldn’t exactly call you a stranger. I feel like I know you a little bit.”
“Yes, I feel like I know you as well.”
A bauble nearby refracted the light into Kun’s eye just right and turned it a rich honey brown color, and the crowd around you began chanting the final countdown from ten. You and Kun both set your champagne flutes down on a nearby table, and you happily stepped into his personal space.
On one, you leaned forward to slot your lips with his, the cheers of the crowd fading out to silence. Kun’s mouth was gentle against yours, even as you curled your fingers in the hair at the back of his neck, resting your other hand on his lapel, fingers mindlessly messing with his brooches. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him.
You squeaked into his mouth as that arm around your waist was suddenly used as leverage to dip you, the other supporting your back. You laughed against his lips as you wrapped your entire arm around his neck instead of just one hand, before kissing him again.
“Happy New Year, Y/N,” he murmured.
“Happy New Year, Kun,” you stole another kiss. “And, Happy Birthday.”
“You remembered.”
“Of course.”
When he pulled you back up to stand on your own two feet, you were still grinning like a madwoman, and stayed pressed against his side. “I have to say… I’ve never been dipped before.”
“Seriously?” Kun seemed dumbfounded.
“Seriously.”
“Every man in your life has been dropping the ball, Y/N. Absolutely unacceptable that you hadn’t been dipped before that.”
“I’ll keep that it mind,” you giggled. “Find a guy who’ll dip me when he kisses me more often.”
“Y/N…” He sighed taking both of your hands in his.
“Yes, Kun, I would love to see you again. Specifically, to go on a date.”
“Wedding planner and a mind reader.”
You laughed, cupping his cheek to kiss him again, letting him slowly, tenderly move his mouth against yours. Just as he went to deepen the kiss, you heard a throat get cleared much too close for it to be coincidental, and you damn near jumped out of your skin.
Breaking the kiss, you dropped your hand down to his shoulder and turned towards the source. Eunji was standing there with her arms crossed over her chest and an eyebrow raised. Except she wasn’t alone, as Johnny Suh towered behind her.
“I’m sorry, what were you saying about getting wasted and letting a stranger stick their tongue down your throat?” Eunji cocked her head to the side, eyes flicking back and forth between you and Kun.
“I’m sorry, and what were you saying about Johnny Suh?” You snorted, pointing to the man with her.
Johnny looked down at her, surprised. “Yeah, what were you saying about Johnny Suh?”
“Nothing you didn’t deserve. Good or bad,” Eunji replied dismissively.
“Okay, that’s probably fair.”
“Anyway, I think it’s JiJi and I’s bedtime, so, goodnight, guys.” You took Eunji’s arm and backed away from both Johnny and Kun. Eunji went willingly on both hers and Johnny’s parts, which you were relieved for.
“I’ll walk you to your car,” Kun immediately offered.
“We’ll walk you to your car,” Johnny tacked on, flashing you a million-dollar smile that you were sure had done a lot for him in life.
And so you and Eunji headed out, Kun and Johnny on either side of you. As you were heading for the front doors, you saw a familiar face though, and just had to stop.
“Hey, Doyoung!” You called out to him. “How’d your mission go?”
He stopped, and despite the fact that it was you who asked the question, it was your friend that he focused his stern gaze on. “It’s done, Eunji. Happy?”
Her jaw dropped. “Who was it?!”
“It would be improper of me to say.”
“Oh come on. I’m just supposed to believe you?”
“The deal had no clause for supplying proof. Only that I find someone.” He straightened his tie. “I don’t kiss and tell.”
“I’m going to kill you, Kim Doyoung!” Eunji lunged forward, but Johnny easily caught her and kept her from her intentions of presumably ripping Doyoung limb from limb.
“Maybe you should’ve had a paper pusher like Kun there, Eunji,” you snickered, squeezing Kun’s arm.
The four of you continued your journey outside, Kun holding the door open for the other three of you, as Johnny was still restraining Eunji, just in case. Once the doors had closed behind you all and Doyoung was contained on the other side of them, he let her go.
“God, you get corporate dick one time and you’re brainwashed,” she complained. “Y/N, come back from the boring side! Please!”
“You’re drunk and dramatic,” you deadpanned, leading the way in the direction of your car. “Stop embarrassing yourself more than you already have at your big age.”
She immediately became more serious, but with a slight pout to her bottom lip. “Fine.”
Approaching your car, you slowed to a stop.
“This is us. Thanks for all your…” you paused, looking at Johnny, “…help, guys.”
Johnny flashed you that same million-dollar smile. “Anytime. It was nice meeting you, Y/N. Eunji talked a lot about you.”
“Yeah, sounds like you two were doing a lot of talking from what I heard,” you replied lightly, opening your passenger door for her.
“You’re not subtle, Y/N,” Eunji grumbled, willingly getting in.
You handed her the seatbelt buckle. “I wasn’t trying to be.”
After she had gotten herself situated and you gave her the keys to start the car and the heating, you walked around to the driver’s side, where Kun was waiting for you. Eunji had rolled down her window, and Johnny was bent over, leaning his elbows on the open window to talk to her.
“I have to say, I did not expect to meet someone like you tonight, Y/N,” Kun chuckled, his laughter coming out as fog in the winter air. “You’re… amazing. More than amazing.”
“I think I made it more than obvious that I wasn’t expecting to meet you either,” you laughed. “But thank you, for making this night not only tolerable but incredible. Unforgettable.”
“We uhm, got interrupted earlier, but if we want to see each other, we’ll need to contact each other…?”
“Right, right.” You brought out your phone, handing it to him with a new contact open. “Here.”
He quickly typed in his number, then handed it back to you. “I’ll let you go, since it’s cold and late and you have to get Eunji home.”
“Thanks. I have your number now, so I will definitely be using that.”
“I’ll patiently be awaiting that time then.”
“Goodnight, Kun.” You went to hug him. “And Happy New Year and Happy Birthday one more time.”
“Thank you.” He squeezed you back. “Happy New Year, goodnight, and drive safe.”
“Will do.” You pulled back, giving him a final peck on the cheek. “See you.”
“Bye.” He was beaming, and you took in the beautiful sight of his dimples one last time before turning around to get in your car.
As Eunji took over the Bluetooth in your car to change it to her own phone so she could play her music, you did one more thing on your phone, going into Kun’s contact that he had just created. Qian Kun, and his number. You had one slight correction to make.
Qian Kun 💍
Putting your phone away, you drove away from the curb, looking at Kun waving to you out the rear window. Yeah, you had a good feeling about this one.
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it's five o'clock somewhere by soulreapin
rating: teens
published: 2024-03-09
completed: 2024-03-09
chapters as of may 22, 2024: [1/1]
word count: 8,180
summary: [ A sigh heaves out of Lance’s mouth and he props his elbows onto the counter before dropping his forehead into his hands. “Romelle. Bartender. We’ve been on the same shift for over a year.”
The bartender doesn’t say anything, contemplating. “Oh, she quit.”
“She quit?” Lance repeats, peeling his head from his hands and squinting at the bartender.
Now that they’re closer, Lance can see that there’s a faint scar on the bartender’s otherwise unmarred face, running from his jawline to the right side of his nose. His eyes are, like, forty different colors and Lance cannot tell for the life of him which one takes the lead, so he decides on a blackish-purple. They hide behind thick lashes and offer a no-nonsense look. “Yup. Quit two weeks ago. Don’t you work here? Why are you sitting at my bar?”
or, lance works at the san antonio riverwalk margaritaville as a waiter. during a horrible shift, he sits down at the bar expecting romelle, only to find she’s quit and someone new and beautiful has taken her place. ]
why i am ripping my hair out: what if i told you i am absolutely obsessed with margaritaville and the closest one to me is two hours away.. what if i told you that no matter your distance to the nearest margaritaville, you could experience those awe striking moments all over again from the comfort of your own home -- thats right, your own home!!!!
this fic is everything i love and enjoy in life, klance and margaritaville. im so serious. i went to margaritaville for the first time for my birthday and just thought about klance while i was there and also got drunk and dropped my phone in the toilet, but thats besides the point.
i have had this in my to rec bookmarks since it was written but ive been too busy to post and my retched formatting makes it difficult to rec on the go but anyways im back shout out margaritaville i absolutely adore this fic and it put me onto soulreapin shout out soulreapin if you read this i am subscribed
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BIG NEWS | Kimi Raikkonen x reader
Hi idk what this is I just wanted to write about Kimi and that’s all also Kulta means gold in finnish it’s a nickname basically
The Hungarian Grand Prix has just finished and flew back to the USA for the next Grand prix.We were staying in one of Kimi’s apartments in Las Vegas and he came up with a great idea to go out and have a dinner.I was very excited i pulled my gorgeous teal satin dress that I’ve bought not so long ago.Kimi had his classic grey suit on and we hopped in his Ferrari to the restaurant.Kimi opened the restaurant door for me and the waiter seated us at the table that had a wonderful view.You could see the whole city from here it was beautiful.Kimi and I didn’t talk much when we were about to order the waiter asked us what will we drink.Kimi ordered his vodka of course, I tend to drink a lot but today I ordered water.Which made kimi’s face crumple.He lifted his eyebrow and asked..
“No drink for today, how come?”
“I don’t know I just don’t feel like drinking that’s all.” Y/N said hoping he believed this story
“Something’s up, isn’t it?” The Finn asked arrogantly
“Kimi can we not talk about this now?” I asked knowing that my response would just make him furious
“y/n im serious, tell me what’s wrong, Kulta we can fix this together whatever it is” Kimi said holding my hand across the table, rubbing his finger against my hand.
“I think there’s something you need to know”
“Hm?” He raised an eyebrow looking confused
“Uh Kimi you’re going to be a father” I said stuttering
His face lifted up, he almost jumped out of his seat from excitment
“Are you serious?” He looked at me like a little boy, I saw sprinkles in his eyes
“Yes Kimi we’re gonna have a kid”
“Oh Kulta you don’t know how happy this makes me, is that why you didn’t order alcohol?”
“Mhm and now you know”
When we came back from the dinner Kimi was very sweet kept doing things for me so I don’t have to “struggle” as he said.He was so excited about being a dad that really made me happy.
It was night and we layed down on the bed, I almost fell asleep when I felt an arm pulling me back to his chest.He murmured something while he was pulling me close.”I hope the kid will pretty as you”, Those words made me smile knowing what a great dad he will make.
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hello,, if i can, may i request jeonghan with reader who likes celebrating others' birthday but not theirs. just because they feel like theirs is not even worth it to be celebrated ; perhaps bcs of low self esteem? like, reader even hope that their birthday doesnt exist
( im sorry if i failed to understand your "do i take requests" on your navigation post, please feel free to decline this ask if anything. but if you do decline it, could you please perhaps randomly send 🩷 emoji so i could know whether my ask is accepted or not?? im sorry 😭 )
jeonghan when you don’t enjoy your own birthday
a/n: hi hi, so sorry this took a bit to come out. i'm not writing requests in chronological order just because some of them are easier to write for some reason ?? but ANYWAYs i hope you enjoy this even if it's a bit late <3
*reader and jeonghan are not explicitly in a relationship, i just thought this could be taken platonically or romantically
✧ was lowkey offended that you didn’t even tell him. he had no idea on the day of because you didn't do anything out of the ordinary, not even a little celebration on your story!
✧ he didn't know because you haven't know each other too long, but still! how could you not tell him!
✧ he also felt awful because you surprised him on his and he was waiting for his chance to do something nice for you
✧ you had casually asked him if it was okay to stop by the hybe building since you were *coincidentally* in the area
✧ when he met up with you on the first floor to go up together, you had greeted him with the brightest smile, a small cake in a box, and a small bouquet
✧ "i thought i'd meet you upstairs! you're ruining the surprise!" you exclaimed as his eyes glanced over everything that you were holding
✧ "y/n.. you didn't have to do all of this.." he said, but he couldn't stop smiling. all of this, for him? he thought
✧ "let me help you carry some of this" he offered, not knowing what else he could do to express his gratitude (this day becomes one of his favorite birthdays)
✧ he had only found out that he missed your birthday when you had to show your ID at a restaurant. he jokingly took it from the waiter to see if you were younger in your photo and if you looked different before
✧ it was all fun and games until he saw your birthday, surprise and disappointment filling him when he realized it was last week
✧ he looked at you sitting across from him as you sipped your drink, unaware of every emotion coursing through him
✧ "your birthday just passed?" he asked, turning to look at you, before looking back down at your ID
✧ "yeah" you replied, a blank look on your face further surprising him. you just reached over to get your card, even if he was still staring at it
✧ "y/n, why didn't you tell me?"
✧ "because it isn't a big deal?" you shrugged, placing your ID back in your wallet
✧ you wondered why he seemed so passionate, meanwhile he wondered how you were being so casual
✧ "of course it's a big deal, i'd want to celebrate you on your day" he looked at you sincerely, you could hear the slight whine in his voice but you could see how serious he was
✧ it was hard to hold eye contact with him. "i um, don't really like celebrating it?" you said softly
✧ "can i ask why?" he continued, his voice gentle as he didn't want to push your boundaries
✧ "i mean, i like celebrating other people, people i love, you know? but it feels weird when it's about me, i don't know.. i don't need to be treated any differently on that specific day"
✧ he nodded, accepting your words even though he felt like he was bubbling with more questions. he still wants to make it up to you in some way
✧ you could tell he was a little off for the rest of your meal, he was sort of stuck in his thoughts. you really didn't want him to do anything but he still felt bad
✧ by the time your bill comes, you plan on splitting it with him when he closes the checkbook with just his card and hands it to the waiter before you could object
✧ "h-hey! you don't have to do that, you know" you called out, "it passed already anyway so you have no excuse"
✧ "who said it was because of that?" he asks coyly, "the last album did well so i want to celebrate that, don't worry"
✧ you rolled your eyes but you couldn't fight him on this one because the waiter already took his card. "just don't do anything else, jeonghan. it's really okay i swear"
✧ "then i won't"
✧ "good" you replied, eyeing his intentions anyway
✧ "good" he copies
✧ the next week, a package comes to your house, a very nice oversized denim jacket, with a card saying: NOT a birthday present, i ordered it for myself but it's too small so you can have it - jeonghannie :)
✧ you shoot him a text telling him not to get you any presents in the future and he only replies with it's not a present because it isn't even wrapped
✧ the jacket is totally your style and not his, so you know he's lying but you also can't be too mad
✧ he never really brings up why you don't like your birthday again. he never tries to organize a gathering or even a planned celebration dinner with you. he doesn't want to ever put you on the spot
✧ he figures if you ever feel more comfortable you'll tell him
✧ in upcoming years, he has his little jeonghan way of being a little kinder to you when it's coming around
✧ on the day, he'll do something for you without admitting it's for your birthday. it's something relaxed and besides, all he wants to do is spend time with you
✧ maybe he "randomly" tells you that he's craving your favorite food and he ordered way too much so you have to help him finish it
✧ or maybe he just so happened to be invited to an idol's concert and he can take you because he has an extra ticket ("you've literally never interacted with them" "yes i did on mnet in 2015" he literally sends a prepared clip)
✧ he always has his little explanation as to exactly why something is not a birthday celebration/present
✧ maybe he won something on going seventeen by cheating and wants to give you the prize because he won't use it
✧ the "non-presents" always come spontaneously so you technically can't say that they have a correlation to the actual day
✧ "i accidentally ordered the wrong shoe size" - it's literally a shoe you mentioned 5 months ago
✧ "they let us keep the accessories we wore on stage" - no they don't
✧ "i'm an ambassador for that brand anyway so i always have free stuff from them" - he would have had to post a thank you to that brand on his story
✧ but in the end, he just wants you to know he cares for you and wants to thank you, regardless of what day of the year it is
#seventeen thoughts#seventeen#svt#svt jeonghan#seventeen jeonghan#yoon jeonghan#jeongh#jeonghan x you#jeonghan x reader#jeonghan x y/n#jeonghan imagines#jeonghan fluff#svt fluff
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at this point im treating young!dream and older!hob like my favorite chew toy thats been reduced to a broken squeaker and a pile of stuffing. but im imagining a dream going on walks/runs/generally hanging out in a rich neighborhood, on purpose, to try to "accidentally" meet a wealthier guy (he doesnt want to work and would much prefer to just do his art all day but his parents wont stop telling him how that wont pay the bills. so. here he is). eventually he meets hob, who mightve been gardening or chatting with a neighbor or working on his car, lying on his back, with his shirt ridden up past his midriff. they hit it off and after a little bit of small talk hob offers dream his number, and tells him to send him a text so they could get dinner together sometime soon. except dream is still 17, and he wont be 18 for few more weeks...so he lies and says he'll be out of town visiting family abroad, but he'll get back to hob as soon as he's back. and then the day after his birthday he goes out with hob and follows him home <3
Omg yes! Slutty lil Dream in his cutest, tightest gym clothes, pretending to stretch and do warmups so all the hot dilfs with see him and want him… he’s never even jogged down his own driveway before but he’s got to put on a show, right?
Hob sees him mid-stretch and makes a joke about Dream being able to touch his toes. He’s totally staring at Dream’s butt in those tight little shorts. He was going to get some water to cool down after working on the car, but the sight of Dream in tiny shorts and what is essentially a sports bra is much more refreshing.
When they finally go for dinner the waiter asks to see Dream’s ID when he asks for wine. Hob is like “haha do you get that a lot? you do look young…” and Dream has to explain that before yesterday he couldn’t even legally get a drink. Hob is kind of horrified by how ok he feels about being on a date with a guy half his age… but then Dream did at least wait until he was over 18… and he was the one who came onto Hob in the first place…
They start dating, and things get very serious… Hob is like “we’re not getting married until you’re at least 21, you’re going to finish uni and make good choices.” so of course Dream drags him down to the courthouse the day after his 21st birthday. It’s basically tradition at this point.
Dream gets to be an artist househusband (he’s terrible at domestic tasks but boy he looks good in a maid outfit) and sit on the porch glaring any boys who hang around thinking they can steal his dilfy husband. Finder keepers, Dream won <3
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Bangtan Village: Pregnancy Series || Hyung Line: 1
1: Deciding to have a baby
Pairing: BTS hyung line x f!reader, namjoon x lawyer!oc, seokjin x professor!oc, yoongi x chef!oc, hoseok x fashion designer!oc
Genre: Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, husband!BTS, dad!BTS
WC: 4k (1k each)
Summary: The part of Bangtan's life where they're all living next to each other in a privately owned township that's just outside Seoul, it's close enough for them to get to their social & work lives but far enough to provide them with privacy as they've become global legends after the end of their most successful reunion, comeback & tour of 2025-26. While they continue working simultaneously on solo & group endevours, they take it slow to focus on their personal life, especially with their growing families taking precedence. As of now, all 7 members are married, with Hoseok & Jimin already having kids of their own. But they're nowhere close to done, the number of tiny humans in this village is yet to increase.
A/N: Here's me celebrating JK's BB All Kill, we did so good Army! Fandom hug & here's a gift for all of us 🌊🌙⭐️
Kim Namjoon x Im Mae-Hwa 🌸
Unlike most couples, Namjoon and his wife had the baby talk even before they were married, or rather on the day that they ended up becoming engaged to each other. It went all the way back to that day when she’d told him that they needed to “talk” just as things were getting serious and he worried that he’d lost her even before things had become official. Here, he sat with a ring in his pocket while she looked so pale and serious, with her feet rocking constantly under the table, that he was certain she was going to break up with him. He thought that the fame had caught up, the curse of it all was finally going to end up with him losing yet another of his simple joys. Another loss for Kim Namjoon even as RM of BTS peaked. He wanted to speak, to make a last ditch effort to salvage this, to do whatever it took to convince her to change her mind but she wouldn’t allow it, she put a finger on his lips, “Please, don’t. You’re far too much of a smooth talker and I’ll fall for your charm all over again and lose my will to do this. I need to, I have to do this. You don’t understand…” Even as he struggled to fight the words at the tip of his tongue, something in her gaze told him to swallow his pride and listen. Tears glistened in her eyes as she looked at him and said, “I have been hiding something from you. I never wanted to, I wanted to tell you right away but it was never the right moment. It was too soon, then things were going so well that got swept away in the romance of it all and now it’s too late to fix it, but I have to come clean. I know you brought me here to propose to me, I heard you talking to the waiter as I stepped out of the washroom, but don’t. We can’t do this, not until you know what you’re signing up for. Icanthavekidsican’tbeamom.” She said without a single breath between the words, knowing that it was the only way to get them out without them dying in her throat. “I know you want kids, I do too. And I know your parents want them too, I know you’re old enough and you want to settle down more than ever. But… now you see why we can’t? You’d make a great father and I’d want nothing more but to raise children with you, I can’t imagine doing it with anyone else. You want a house full of kids, I’m not even sure I can give you one. So I’d understand if you change your mind, you haven’t even given the ring yet. It’s not too late, think it through.” But to her utter shock, he sighed and smiled like she hadn’t just given him the most devastating news of his life. He reached out to squeeze her hand as he got out of his chair and went down on one knee, pulling the ring out as he said, “It doesn’t matter. I love you. I want to marry you. If there’s anyone I want as my life partner, my best friend, my companion, it’s you. Mother of my children or not, that’s just one of the many roles. We could adopt, try IVF or surrogacy, or we could just not have kids altogether. I’m okay with whatever we decide, just as long as I get to decide with you beside me. That’s my only deal breaker, not this. Never this. So will you, do me the honor of being my wife and grow old with me by your side?” And as tears of joy and relief streamed down her face, she nodded her head off as he slipped the ring on. And on the day they signed their marriage certificate, they also decided to file their paper work for adoption, knowing that it would take it’s own sweet time to come but they were ready. They had a head start to baby planning, afterall. And he’d never given up on the hope that she would be his baby momma. 🌸
Kim Seokjin x Choi Yun-Hee 💐
Jin was on video call from set, as he rejuvenated himself from a busy day at work by watching his sister in law and you play with his nephew & nieces. As the phone got passed around the house like a hot potato with everyone wanting to talk to him, the one person he wanted to speak to the most was busy with the youngest addition to the family. She was putting the littlest one to bed, rocking his cradle with her eyes trained on the rosy cheeked infant and even as Ahreum passed the phone to her, before he could say a word, she shushed him. “Yaaaah! He’s sleeping. Keep it an octave lower.” The same person who had fallen in love with him for his high triple notes and silver voice was now telling him to be quiet. He found it hilariously ironic but followed her lead. How could he not? She had him wrapped around his tiny little pinky, even though it had been 3 years since they had gotten married and way past their supposed honeymoon phase. “Jagi, I know he has my genes and he’s cute and all, but you do remember, I’m world wide handsome right? I have to be back in 2 minutes, spare me a second, wont’ you?” He exclaimed and her cheeks matched the colors of her blush as she turned to him sheepishly and said, “Hi, Jinnie. You’ll always be my number one, you know that! How’s your day going, love? Have you been hydrating? Please take care, it’s been a long day. You look exhausted, when will you be back? What do you think will help you relax? I’ll keep myself free when you return, we’ll do whatever you want.” She bombarded him with questions as he cut her off and retorted, “Whatever I want? Do you promise? Then let’s make a baby tonight.” “Yes, sure.” She replied without even registering what he asked. Until it sank in a moment later. “Wait what?” She asked with a “o” framing her face as he grinned till his ears turned red and replied, “I know we we both wanted to focus on our careers and take things slow so we could enjoy each other’s company but don’t you think it’s time, jagi? Seeing you with him? I don’t think I can wait any longer. And I think hyung and noona are done having kids, if we start now, they’ll be able to grow up together. Won’t that be wonderful?” “You know I always wished I had a sibling, like you and your brother, I think you’re right. The baby fever is at an all time high and usually, I used to hold myself back because it wasn’t the right time, the right place, the right finances, always something or the other. But the way in which my body is reacting to this little bundle of joy, I think it’s time. This a sign, let’s do it.” She affirmed with a nod and he flashed her one of his trademark kisses and ended the call, fervently anticipating what was to come. 💐
Min Yoongi x Kang Deu-Lae 🌼
Min Yoongi & his wife were the kind of couple to plan everything down to the dot. They had a timeline for everything, from first kiss to living in, to getting married & down to the time when they'd start trying for kids. 2 years into their marriage, they'd promised each other. And as expected, as the date drew near, they had already mapped out the changes that were to be made accordingly- work schedules to be cleared, his wife had to stop consuming alcohol, he had to eat healthier & exercise, they wanted the best chance at conceiving. Yoongi carried a bottle of wine, the last one he knew his wife would have before they started officially trying. And she'd called him over to have a meal of his favorites at her restaurant, knowing that his diet would change too. This was a night to let go & mark the end of their honeymoon phase & enter the new era of their married life. As he got near the restaurant with a spring in his step, excited to get some quality time with his wife after a long day at work for both of them, he was surprised to see the number of light's on & cars parked outside. She'd called you after working hours & usually, you both would have the place to yourself but it seemed as if the staff hadn't left yet. To his utter shock, when he opened the door, what he didn't expect to see was you being paraded around the restaurant while the staff lifted you up on their shoulders as you made everyone around drink from a popped bottle of champagne. Everyone seemed to be in high spirits & celebrating that they didn't even realize you had entered.
It was only when his wife made eye contact with him that she quickly instructed her staff to put her down on the ground & dismissed everyone, they scampered away not wanting to bear the brunt of their head chef. They knew that the same jolly person celebrating with them was also capable of being a strict boss in a split second if needed. Yoongi loved that about her, knowing that while you were one of the most kind hearted & positive people in real life, when at work- you took on an alter ego that went hard & didn't compromise in the slightest. It helped him realize that there were others who'd understand the duality he himself faced both as Yoongi, BTS' Suga & Agust D. Although he loved her, that would never change but in this moment- all he could feel was anger & a sense of betrayal. He had no intentions of being the first one to make a move, seeing as she was the one who had ruined their night, not only had she decided to include others in what should've been their night alone, but moreover she had celebrated even without feeling the need to have him there. It was more like she had forgotten all about him, maybe this date wasn't as important as he'd assumed, perhaps she had changed her mind about wanting to start a family with him. He knew that her career was important to her, as was his to him. But if he could drop everything as per their planning & their timeline, couldn't she? It was something they had both agreed to before their marriage, so wasn't he only being fair in asking for that same effort to be reciprocated? As the room emptied out, with just the both of them left gazing at each other from a distance, she felt her legs go weak. They felt like jelly, she wasn't sure whether if it was the fact that she was been lifted around & now the floor didn't feel stable anymore or if it was the alcohol that was messing with her balance or just the way Yoongi was staring at her which caused her lose her mind, but she tripped over her own feet & stumbled forward. Yoongi rushed ahead out of instinct as he grabbed her before she hit the ground, lifting her up & making her sit on a chair. She was drunk, that was so unlike her that he felt another flare of anger but he swept it aside, knowing that she needed him right now & this would be better dealt with at a time when she was sober.
"Here, drink this. You'll feel better. Have you eaten yet?" He gave her a glass of water & noticed her stomach rumbling. He knew only too well how ironic but common it was for chef's to be the ones to be surrounded by food but constantly neglecting their own hunger pangs. He knew how often you worked full shifts without managing to eat yourself, sustaining a kitchen at one of the most popular restaurants in Itaewon wasn't an easy job, after all. He sighed & entered the kitchen himself, looking for food that he could give her, even though he hadn't eaten dinner either. He grabbed a pack of bread sticks with butter & gave them to her, intending to go back to the kitchen & cook them a meal. But her hand caught his wrist, holding him back from going back in, as she whispered,"Yoongs, please don't go. I'm sorry... I can explain." "Y/N, let me go... I need to get some food in you. Some real food! Let me cook us some pasta quickly, & then I'll be back. I'm not going anywhere." "You're mad at me, I can tell. You called me by my name, you only do that when you're upset with me. I'll cook you a meal, I'll make this up to you." She exclaimed as she got up from her chair & felt dizzy a minute later, seeing stars before her eyes as she tried to make it to the kitchen. Yoongi shook his head & took matters into his own hands, quite literally- as he lifted her up in his arms, even as she protested & took her to the kitchen, placing her on the counter top. "Okay? Now you can see that I'm not leaving you? I'm right here, I'm going to cook while you sit there quietly, alright? Please, baby?" He included the last bit for emphasis, knowing that she wouldn't be reassured without it otherwise. As he handed over the bowl of pasta to her, she gave him the first bite & he took it begrudgingly when she added, "You must be hungry too, you always say we shouldn't take our anger out on our food, so please eat with me?" When they'd finished eating, both of them feeling an improvement in their moods with their bellies full, she decided to break the silence by getting straight to the point, knowing that he wouldn't have any patience for her stories. "We know from unofficial sources that we're getting a Michelin star! I know what today means & I had all the plans to focus on that, on us but... you know how huge this is? I just got swept away in..." "Wait.. what? You're now a Michelin star chef? OMG, I'm so proud of you, love." He said immediately, cutting her cut off & catching her off guard. "You are?" She asked, as she pinched herself on the arm, checking if this was a dream or not. He let out a whoop of excitement & did a little dance around the kitchen, as if to show his happiness. "Baby, I know we had plans & yes, I was a little bit agitated but now that I know why... it doesn't matter. None of it matters. I'm so overjoyed for you, I'm proud of you! We can put everything else on hold while you focus on this yeah? Don't worry, I'm on your side, I'll support you in every way you need." Tears glistened in her eyes as she heard him express his love, & she smiled as she reached out to hug him tight & he lifted her through the air, getting her off the table onto the ground. "I appreciate what you just said, what you're offering me is something that I could only dream of. But as kind as you're being, I can't take it. I don't want this to change our timeline, today was an exception. But none of this success matters if I don't have you by my side to celebrate. I want to grow in my career but only if I also get to come home & share my wins with you & our kid... And before you object to what I'm saying, I'm going to quote you- you just said that you'd support me through anything I need- well, this is what I need. So are you in, you did promise you'd be on my side?" She said as she tilted her head & gave him her best puppy eyed look, which she knew would work.
Sure enough, he nodded in the smallest possible way, "I still don't think it's a great idea but we can think it through & if that's what you really want, then I guess we can make it work..." His lips betrayed him as they turned upwards to form a smile when he saw her fist pump into the air as she grinned from ear to ear at his answer. This was a strange turn of events despite all your planning, but if anyone knew of how life can turn out unexpectedly, it was him. And despite all the possible pain & loss he'd been through, he was also a firm believer that good things would come his way too- after all, that's how he'd found BTS, how he'd come across you.🌼
Jung Hoseok x Baek Hae-Baragi 🌻
Hobi was the first of the Bangtan brood to have a kid with his fashion designer, wife who he’d met through his sister-Jiwoo. Geum-hee was the first child in the family and rightfully spoilt with love by everyone. His daughter who’s name meant brightness, had truly brought light into the family with all her Samchuns & Imos doting on her, never leaving her alone for a second. She was pampered in a way that she wouldn’t even sleep without someone rocking her in their arms & as she grew up- she had Jimin’s eldest daughter, Ae-Cha who was the same age as her, alongside to do everything. However, in the recent times with the birth of Jimin’s second daughter, Mi-Cha, their attention had shifted & play time with Ae-Cha had reduced drastically. Even as adults kept her company at all times, she missed having someone younger who could keep up with her speed & interests. And today was no different, as soon as Hobi picked Geum-hee from pre-school, Geum-hee’s slouched & sulked in the back of the her car even as Hobi tried to get her to frown to turn into a smile. Usually singing alongsider her dad in the car, cookie dough ice cream from her favorite parlour, some cuddles from her dad & painting her nails were enough to distract her & make her happy but it had been hours since Hobi had been trying but all in vain. He’d been clinging to her, desperate to not leave her side as she moped around but she took that split second of his distraction to run into her room & close the door behind her. The sound of the slammed door shook both parents, Hobi’s wife widened her eyes at him, wondering what could’ve gone so wrong in her absence. “You try, I’ve done everything possible but nothing. She hasn’t said a word since she got back. I don’t know what’s wrong.” Hobi said as he tried to appear calm & nonchalant but it was obvious in the way that he clenched his jaw & paced around that he was anything but relaxed. The only thing that kept him going was the reassuring smile of his wife as she made her way to her daughter’s room, he trusted her to get through when he couldn’t. She knocked softly on her daughter’s door, only to be answered by the soft sobs that quite frankly broke their hearts. Hobi was one step away from knocking the door down, hearing his daughter’s wails pierce the silence at home. But his wife stopped him, gesturing at him to be patient until she’s tried. Geum-hee’s mother knew her daughter well enough, she saw the flutter of shadows from the cracks beneath the door. She knew that even if her daughter didn’t speak, she was here, she was listening. And so she sat down with her back to the door, hoping that her daughter would do the same on the other side & give her a chance. “It’s okay to cry, sweet girl. I know bad things happen, and it’s better to get it off your chest than to hold it in. I’m sorry you had a rough day, little one. Mommy & daddy have those too… but you know what keeps us going? We know that we’re not alone in it, as long as we’re together, everything will be alright… we have Hope on our side, how could it not?” Hobi admired the way his wife spoke to their daughter like she was her own person, not like a child who didn’t understand nor like an adult that was in a smaller body, but like someone who was young & yet who had her own choices to make & voice to be heard. “That’s the thing, I don’t have anyone. Everyone has someone or the other, mommies & daddies are together, siblings at school are together, I always get left alone.” Their daughter mumbled, as both parents train their ear to the door, to hear her soft words. “But you have us, cutie. You know appa would never leave you alone…” Hobi prattled anxiously but his daughter, hoping she knew that he’s always put her first. It was his wife & his rule that no matter what, Geum-hee had to come first. “But that’s not fair, appa. You shouldn’t have to choose between your girls. At the rollercoaster, you sat with me but even mommy was scared but she was all alone.
That always happens, you always take my side, never mommys.” The color left Hobi’s face when he heard that & realized the message he had been passing onto his daughter, he lip synced a “sorry” to his wife & his face sank into his palms, in regret. His wife quickly tried to repair the situation as she said, “But baby, omma doesn’t mind. Appa always asks omma if she’s okay, & only when I say yes, does he do that. Your appa loves me a lot & he takes care of me, you don’t have to worry.” “I know that but I don’t like you being alone. And sometimes, when you & I have girl’s nights- appa is alone. When we travel, we’re alone in the compartment with the other women, when we shop, he’s never there in our section, he should have a boy to give him company too.” Geum-hee shared & Hobi’s heart melted at the concern in his daughter’s voice for him, he lifted his face from his palms & leans against the door frame, as if willing the door to disappear so he could touch his daughter. “I know dad has his brothers from BTS, but they’re not always here. You both are not always with me. So the best solution is if we get me a brother. That way, everyone has someone- just like Jiwoo Imo & Appa.” She added, her voice getting louder & firmed, as if she was proud at having landed at this solution all by herself. “Is that what would make you, happy? If you had a sibling?” Geum-hee’s mom asked with bated breath & her loud resounding, “YES” made the answer quite clear. It was a split second decision, Hobi & his wife spoke soundlessly as he arched his eyebrow, asking her if she agreed with their daughter’s demands & her shrug as if to say that she had no choice but to do what their daughter asked. They both loved their daughter more than anything & although it was far from the right time to have a kid, they had gone back to using protection & birth control, their careers were in full swing, a 5 year gap wasn’t even ideal, until now they’d been of the opinion that one child was more than enough. But this changed everything, she changed everything. “Baby, if we say yes, will you open the door?” Hobi asked gently & his chest heaved in relief as he heard the click of the lock opening & his daughter put her arms around him & his wife. “Geum-hee, even if we have a baby, it may not be a brother… that’s not something appa & omma can decide, it’s upto luck. Is that okay?” Geum-hee’s mother tried to explain, not wanting there to be any misunderstanding. She knew how big of a decision this was for her family & wasn’t willing to go ahead until she got full clarity & in this case, approval from her daughter. “Does that mean I’ll have a sister? Like Ae-Cha has Mi-cha? That’s okay too!! Daddy will be still be alone but atleast you can give him company while I enjoy with my little sister… or brother. I don’t mind, I’m just excited to be a big sister!” Geum-hee squeeled & her parents smiled warmly at her answer & kissed her senseless, surprisingly happy at the turn of events. 🌻
To Be Continued... 🌊🌙⭐️
#bts dad au#bts series#namjoon fanfic#jin fanfic#yoongi fic#hobi fanfic#bbhot100#jungkook seven#bangtan sonyeondan
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⁍ pairings. childe x reader
⁍ genre. modern/university au, mutual pining, fluff, angst if you squint, childe is called ajax
⁍ warnings. food, swearings, scaramouche /j
aki's notes. this man has been on my mind– i feel like im cheating on albedo w how much i think of the ginger 😭 also, why are stuff so expensive genshin?!
"well, that was a great meal."
childe leans back on his chair, stretching his obnoxiously long legs, that his shoes almost brush your calves. ignoring the way your stomach did a little flip at the miniscule contact, you lean forward, resting your elbows on the table.
"yeah, what i had was amazing."
childe hums and smiles, "it was, i'm so glad i took a bite."
"you'd might as well eaten the whole thing!"
"my bad," he lightly chuckles, raising his hand to signal for a waiter, "it was too good not to get a second bite."
"four bites," you corrected and he gave you a cheeky grin. the waiter arrives with the bill, handing it over to him. childe scans the receipt, barely reading the contents when he fishes out his wallet, ready to pull out his card when you–
"i'll pay," you grab the booklet from him, looking at the price and ... archons, what were you eating?
"150,890 mora..."
childe tilts his head when you look up to meet his azure eyes. he looks at you innocently, like the price wasn't worth a new apartment.
"yeah, that's the normal price here," he says casually, and you force a sweet smile, as the thought of paying will burn an enormous hole in your wallet. but, you have to.
"i can pay," closing the booklet and placing it on the table. which was a mistake because childe shakes his head and clicks his tongue, firmly saying, "i'll pay." before grabbing the cheque from you.
"ajax, it's fine, i'll pay."
you reach over to the table but he has already slipped in his card and swiftly handed it to a waiter walking by. you groan, all attempts of paying the bill turned futile. slumping back on your chair, you frown at him.
"i told you i'd pay..."
he laughs and leans forward, readjusting the watch that was on his wrist, "look, as much as i appreciate you offering, i did tell you this was my treat."
"but–"
"ah, ah, no buts," he reclines back in his seat and crosses his arms, a hand waving you off dismissively, "it was my treat. no room for discussion."
a huff leaves your mouth, and childe observes you from where he sits. your shoulders are slumped, eyes refusing to meet his, and a small pout found its way on your lips. sighing, childe smoothly takes the chair on your right.
quietly, he dips his head down to meet your eyes, or at least tries to, "please don't beat yourself about it."
looking up, your met with azure eyes filled with concern and furrowed brows. swallowing the lump in your throat, you sit up straight, and his eyes follow you.
"i'm not?"
childe gives you a look that tells you he's not convinced. he had always knew you a litte too well. blowing the hair that fell into his eyes — a habit you found so adorable — childe nods his head at the waiter. a nonverbal communication that tells him to leave the booklet on the table. he reaches over and grabs his card, before setting his eyes on you.
"it is, love," placing his card back in his wallet, "it's written all over your face."
your heart skips a beat. stupid nickname. and, it took everything not to let that same feeling that bloomed in your chest whenever he touches you, spread out on your cheeks as he casually drops the petname.
looking away, gathering your things, as you force a big smile when you look at him. and, he sighs once more.
"i don't feel bad," you lie and sat up straight, "now c'mon."
but as if he can read your thoughts, childe attempts to blow away your worries — which, he does an awesome job of doing, by the way. not that you'll ever tell him. not yet.
"i know that's not true," he quietly says, his eyes serious. he honestly does not know how to convince you right away, or fully, but he tries. he always will. your face slowly drops, as he caught you once again in your lies.
"but, there is absolutely nothing wrong. it is not a crime if you let me pay," his voice is so uncharacteristically soft, but at the same time it's not. because it's the same one he uses when he comforts his younger siblings. perhaps, that's the reason why he's so good at calming down your inner-child. with years of experience, he always knew what to say.
"so, don't ever feel bad when i treat you out. it's my choice to do so and i am more than happy to. so, you're not using me, okay?"
looking down at your lap, you quietly say, "okay... thank you."
while he does feel like you believe him, there's still that lingering feeling of reluctance. maybe he hasn't convinced you fully, but one day. one day he'll reach you.
he then decides that you two reach a compromise. to at least ease that guilt on your heart, until it won't be there to linger anymore.
"if it makes you feel any better," he starts slowly, "then fine. you can buy me anything."
you face lights up, a smile on your lips, that immediately transplanted itself onto his face too. leaning forward, his breath hitches at the sudden proximity, but he quickly brushes it off as he grins.
"really? what do you want then?"
squinting his eyes, he places a finger on his chin to further express his thinking, "hmm, lets see..."
~
the initial excitement of getting to buy something for him dissipates, like the bubbles of a reclining shore. you deflate, cringing inwardly.
"you want ... ice cream?"
you slowly look at him, and he turns to you, a triumphant smile as he puffs out his chest a little, "yes."
"just ice cream?"
"anything wrong with that?" he says and you shake your head, huffing a little bit, "not really, but like you paid a meal worth a hundred... more, actually."
he nods his head, looking at you a little funny, as if not quite getting the point you intend to convey — which, to be fair. he does not.
you sigh, gesturing at the direction of the restaurant where you came from, "surely you'd want something more to that level, or price range. i don't know, like a watch? a new bag?"
his eyebrows raise, and chuckles, almost folding over himself that you had to watch him for a good minute or so before he finally straightens up again. tears pickling his eyes.
"oh, i may be financially well, but i am not stuck up or spoiled, darling."
seriously? again?
"money isn't everything to me, nor are the differences in the prices that we pay."
"ice cream is just fine," he says genuinely, finally easing the last of your gnawing worries, "perfect, actually."
and it is, he's happy with whatever you have to offer. honestly, just being around you is enough to pay a meal worth a new apartment. or a car, if you're lucky.
looking at childe, then at the shop, then back at him, you sigh. if he insists — which he will, knowing him — you smile up at him then tugged at his sleeve, bringing him over the array of ice creams.
"okay then," you beam up at him, and it took everything in him not to place a kiss on your face. maybe soon, just not yet.
he still has to make sure you felt the same way. he already has that 99.9% chance, but he wants the 1% just to be sure. because he's selfish, a little too much when it comes to you.
— ; next day.
"HE JUST LET YOU BUY ICE CREAM?" he slams the surface, the trays clattering that it sends food flying to litter the table.
"yes...?"
your friend, scaramouche — at least that's what he tells people to call him. his real name is actually better than his silly alias — runs an exasperated hand across his face before looking at you.
"I HAD TO BUY HIM A NEW BAG!! THAT DIRTY LITTLE–"
"you did?" your mouth falls agape, before a confused expression falls on your face, "he said it was okay..."
"YES, BUT–" scaramouche gives up at whatever he wanted to point out. the stupid ginger he wants to argue with isn't even here in the first place. "that asshole. he likes you for sure."
you look up, heat flooding your cheeks a little, "he does?"
"yes, he doe– why're you all heart eyes?" he looks at you disgusted, "oh no ... don't tell me you like him too?"
"maybe ..." you bite your lip, a small smile spreading on your face, "maybe, i actually do."
quite near you, something crashes in the cafeteria, the same time you let out the whispered confession. it's as if the subject of this conversation was eavesdropping.
sure enough, behind a pillar, childe suppresses the big grin on his face as he overhears your conversation. his chest is hammering, the blush in his cheeks deepening.
and, as if for the first time, this feeling right now as he ruffles his hair, leaning on the pillar. would be exactly like that day he won first place in archery, for the harbingers — the school's official sports team — but even better.
after years of pining, it finally seems like he got his 1%.
#✑ commisions#childe x reader#childe x you#ajax x reader#ajax x you#tartaglia x reader#tartaglia x you#childe#childe genshin impact#scaramouche#scaramouche genshin impact#genshin#genshin impact
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happy valentine's day! if you had to make oc specific valentines, what would they say? bonus question: would any of them do anything special for the holiday?
happy valentines fox!!
im at work rn so i can’t make those terrible valentine card things but let me throw out some bad ideas.
For Ashenivir, something like ‘I submit my heart to your love, valentine’. god i think i pulled something cringing writing that adsllsakdj
and Rizeth maybe…i can’t even think of one. he’s too serious. Love is stored in the finish your essay, valentine, before I tie you up and make you finish it.
Vizaeth… ‘My heart is yours (literally) (no, i’m serious, i have a knife ready to go just say the word)’. God, if he knew about valentines he’d just. send as many slightly unsettling cards to Pharaun as possible. Someone could send him a fake one from Pharaun and he’d treasure it forever.
Zeth’rinn is just. whatever’s the flirtiest possible thing. Even if it doesn’t make sense. ‘I’ll Bregan your D’aerthe, valentine’. what does that mean, Zeth. what does that mean.
and since I've got Rune brainrot (again), his would be like 'the fastest way to my heart is through the third and fourth rib. don't miss, valentine'
as for doing special holiday things:
Obedience boys are both kinda pretending the holiday isn’t that important and then both try and surprise each other with nice things. God, their first valentine’s, Rizeth would so overcompensate, try and have like. the Perfect Date. Flowers. Chocolate. The works. Ashenivir enjoys that stuff, but doesn’t need it.
They’re also going to spend as much time in bed together as possible, and after they’re done fucking each other stupid, Rizeth’s gonna feed Shen chocolates by hand. Because Shen’s still tied to the bed, obviously.
Whoever Zeth’s dating at the time would get treated to something elaborate. He’ll do the equivalent of ‘borrowing’ dads credit card to take someone on the fanciest, most expensive date possible. When he was with Menzova, I think he’d definitely get kinda sad to not be with her on the Love Holiday (she lives in Mythen Thaelas, and he was on the surface for a good chunk of their relationship. they seperated bc of it eventually, but it was friendly)
oh my god, additional thought: Zeth making valentines for every single Bregan D'aerthe member currently at the safehouse. Just painstakingly writing them out. Valas is bemused by this.
...i'm realising now that I think Zeth has a bit of a longstanding crush on Valas, who is never going to let anything happen because he helped raised that boy and thinks of him like a weird little cousin/step child.
Vizaeth daydreams about romantic times with Pharaun and then lies to himself about it, because love isn’t real and Pharaun hates him and romance is fake and everything is awful. he wants Pharaun to like. whisk him away to some fancy Menzo bloodsport and publically make out with him.
God, I want Rhylfein to take him on a vday date. @lawful-evil-novelist where would your boy drag his horrid boyfriend for a date?
Astarion tries to take Rune to a nice Upper City eating house and Rune mostly behaves himself, but he does snarl at a waiter for some kind of slight, and also it takes a lot of persuading to make him eat with cutlery and not his hands. they have a better time afterwards just walking to the beach in the dark, and chilling in the moonlight.
also, now you gotta tell me what the Nydalla’s are doing. how much of a valentines princess is Iphis. does he want that fancy chocolate. will he stab a bitch to get it.
#im so bad at thinking up valentines alkjsadkj#obedience fic blogging#obsession fic blogging#c: ashenivir zauvym#c: rizeth velkon'yss#c: vizaeth thaezyr#c: zeth'rinn baenre#c: rune#astarion wrangling Rune into nice clothes and civilised society is an exercise in patience#Rune does try bless him. it's just hard#free additional zeth lore today!
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no ur the love of my life cutie 💕 (in all seriousness though if you want my tumblr so we can cut the string of our little can and Plot more aus im so down 🤲 i have a few more ideas like a uni au that i must share with you immediately). also as far as i'm aware it's just me and this other gaxer (the jupiter to my mars, the sun to my moon if you will) cause i think we're co-creators. our names are both Equally on the power point presentation we've Both put in the effort.
i love that the entire kitchen is aware Something's going on but they have no clue What or just how deep in it max and george are. charles and pierre definitely debrief after a long week and gossip and i think that's so funny. charles after two shots like. who's going to bring up the elephant (george and max are definitely fucking) in the room first and once they start, they can't stop. i also love that landoscar take it 10x more serious than max and george... them both being paranoid about slipping up, always checking over their shoulders, maybe even referring to george and max in code names Just To Be Safe. whole time george and max are so public and open about it, you'd think they'd already told the kitchen.
THIS IS GOOD FUCKING FOOD. the news that russell is there... because nobody calls him george... like. everyone stops momentarily. the pause is like. .2 seconds but Everyone notices. charles and pierre eye each other, alex and max have a stare down (alex's eye twitches) and oscar's about to pass out (bless his soul). when max silently clocks out for his break, nobody knows what to do. seriously? the article, max? when max drops them the compliment, lets charles take over and run the kitchen AND bumps oscar into the sous position, everyone's Sure Max is about to get excommunicated from the food-world for fighting a critic. only, when pierre steals a glance at the table (the best one in the house, of course), max has this look - one he's never seen before, and george is wearing it too. they're both absolutely smitten with each other.
alex still calling max chef despite max being on break is fucking comedy and beautiful and in this essay i will- also im so glad we both agree pierre and alex are waiters. like. to add, i think lewis needs to work at the same firm as george <3
charles and pierre sharing a cigarette as they walk through paris on a chilly friday night after closing the restaurant just gossiping because What The Fuck? how could max not tell either of us? but it's the best piece of gossip that's circled through the kitchen in literal months so they're rinsing it to filth. ILL GO CRAZY. max is usually so good at hiding what he's thinking. that's what his father trained him to do. a good chef Never lets anyone know what he's really thinking. but max blushes the meanest red and feels like a victorian woman seeing an elbow for the first time when george looks at him *that way* or touches him for the briefest of moments. like. he's out of breath and feels slightly manic. he's so insane i love him.
YES YES YES. YES. YES. YES. and max experiments with food all the time because they're a high-end restaurant in fucking paris. they cycle through menus regularly, and george is Always the first to try or see max's little creations. think it would be funny if max just Sends pictures of the food to george. doesn't even attach a message with it like *hey what do you think?* no it's just the food. it's okay though because george sends him back a 3 paragraph essay and then has Even More Thoughts when he's able to try it later. also the menu names??? don't make me fucking crazy. princesse could definitely be a dessert of some kind, they name the first dish max ever cooked at george's flat champs elysees and of course pierre and charles are on the same page. this Has to relate to george somehow.
max is literally in charge of oscar and i don't make the rules. like. max has kitten adopted him you are so right my angel. it's very rare that george drops anything other than food reviews, so the article about oscar takes everyone in the kitchen by surprise. like. oscar definitely cries about it after he's seen it because He Knows and lando's just so happy oscar's happy :) oh my god what if what if what if just for shits and giggles george writes an article about the restaurant after max's third michelin star and he's just in the kitchen overseeing max work and he's so incredibly fond. lando's there too snapping away and max has to be like *aren't you supposed to be taking pictures of the entire kitchen?* and lando doesn't even feel bad because he has. like. 30 really good shots of oscar working on this pesto.
max is just. so incredibly happy after his third star. what if he opens another restaurant in marseille after the third star :) i'll leave us off on that
this is just TOO good i fear. charles and pierre sharing a cigarette as they walk through the streets of Paris…. not a want but a need atp. I love all of them ur honour this AU will always be so dear to me and i didnt even make it up!! i just yelled about gax and it appeared in my inbox!! manifestation works!!
(fr tho Gax anons pls say hi on DMs 2 me if u feel like it 💛💛)
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BIG MOOD PATHETIC SCARAMOUCHE IS SO FUNNY HES RLY THE LITTLE MEOW MEOW😭 need him to be absolutely obsessed w me but he’s too embarrassed that he wants to hold my hand so he pretends to hate me and im like “ that’s mice sweetheart what di you want for dinner?” Saw someone make a dc where you ignore him for like 5 days and he’s on his knees begging like “PLEASE LOOK AT ME” like thats so real to me😭😭 bc once you’ve given him affection he’s gunna do everything to keep it within his grasp😔 ALSO HE DEF WOULD TIE YOU UP AND LEAVE THE DOOR OPEN💀 childe and singora are so casual about it😭 when he comes back they talk like you’re not even there “how long have they been here?” “I lost count after the fourth hour” “ they’re still conscious I’m impressed” like he’s such an asshole but he will do the 🥺🥺👉🏼👈🏼”can I have a hug” afterwards💀 love that for him. Keeps him in my pocket like a little purse dog, he’s my guard dog boyfriend bc he will kill first and ask questions later. “ I don’t like how he looked at you” “he’s the waiter” AND YOOOO DONT EVEN LET DOTTORE UGLY ASS COME CLOSE TO YOU ITS OVER FR-don’t like his new design he’s just a creep like I was the “clones” back the short haired funny scientist dude like I like them unhinged in a clown way!! He’s fuckable, the abusive leather daddy dom on the other hand😒 like he’s fun if he has a tired annoyed uncle personally like he lives to bully childe. But just going around threatening scaramouche and collei bc I forgot he did experiments on her too in the manga is musty like that mask is lame!! WHERE IS THE CLOWN KING😡- he would reflexively go for his throat like he opens his mouth and suddenly his throat is slit “ my bad I got anxious” SGDHSHS UNDERSTANDABLE😭😭😭 and the streets is saying he’s gunna have a claymore??? BE SERIOUS HES A SCIENTISTS TWINK WHOS HUNCHED IVER IN A LAB ALL DAY HE CANT CARY THAT SHIT?? Like he only experiments on KIDS bc he could never kidnap a whole adult like imagine he tries to get itto?? HIS ASS WOULD BE DEAD IN 10 SECONDS!! HE CANNOT FIGHT DELUSION OR NOT!! I would beat his ASS like if you don’t get your ass out my face looking like an X-ray 😒 like be bothering all them people bc he wants so ass he weights 70 pounds soaking wet so he needs to borrow childes body weight
no exACTLY. listen, i love mean!scaramouche as much as the next person but if he's not obsessed then i dont want him. pathetic!scaramouche is the best scaramouche
i saw this scaralumi fanart of him drunk at a bar and diluc calls lumine to calm scara down and when she answers hes like 'hey ugly' and she hangs up and he starts crying again and ugh it's too perfect like that artist captured his best side with that simple fanart heheh
HAHAH yeah scaramouche is the worst bc he would do something so mean to you like ignore you while working but the second he finds out youre mad at him he'll be begging for your attention like he didn't just starve you for two days.... hes a great yandere me thinks-
Scaramouche = purse dog is the best comparison ive ever read T T
okay hear me out... i can forgive all the heinous crimes dottore has committed but i draw the line at him being UGLY. Maybe if he were cuter I would also be obsessed w him but he's so..... eh- LOL i like the clones better than him! (rip to the clones :-(() but also.... him being ugly is kinda the appeal? am i right??? i can never make up my mind-
dottore is supposed to have a CLAYMORE?! WHAT THE HLLL,,,im very confused about his leaks bc i heard that the shit company can't let characters be playable if theyre evil and tbh i dont want him to be redeemed bc he literally cant be redeemed and hes fun as a psycho like??? idk idk idk im just focused on sexy yelan in 3.4 she will be mine!
also isn't dottore one of the top three strongest in the fatui??? right i think....? i seriously dont know how but tbh i dont care! i just focus on mr hottie soooooooooooo sexy capitano teehee
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even before you get to the crisis thing, do you ever wonder how many industries took omnic labor for granted pre-sapience? im imagining like, omnic chocolate as the ethical alternative to child slave chocolate. the nursing crisis solved overnight. you see animosity from human miners towards omnic workers displacing them on the shambali map, because under capitalism that's an inevitable tension, but im imagining some countries smart enough to implement universal basic income and ending up with something like 3/4s automated luxury not-actually-socialism.
and then the crisis occurs and that gargantuan labor sector comes out the other side of it bloodied and inexplicably demanding human rights. imagine your roomba demanding a living wage. imagine your roomba is a war criminal and it's demanding a living wage. serious philosophical query: is it morally culpable for the ankles it stabbed before it was sentient?
but beyond that, at the source, what does a living wage even look like for something that doesn't need food, doesn't need living quarters bigger than a storage closet, and seems to run off sci-fi perpetual motion juice? what makes it even worthy of that consideration? what happens to me, a human who was thoughtlessly dependent on that labor and now has to make radical adjustments to my quality of life? to accommodate the fucking google dots who blew up my hometown?
these would be fascinating questions to build into a world if any writers but those at blizzard were handling them. (and yes i know about karel capek)
That's a thing I'm also frequently asking myself in my fics! I actually love that one line from HALfred Glitchbot on the Hollywood map where he bemoans "mandatory human hiring quotas"--I do feel that partially answers your question, but it also further reinforces the question of what do omnic spend their capital on? I actually imagine they throw significant weight behind legislation just for certain protections, as well as community networks to facilitate safety and quality of life (whatever that looks like) for omnics, and possibly even communally buying land, though I imagine there's also plenty of laws in place that block omnics from a lot of the economic freedoms humans enjoy just by virtue of the fact that omnics do present a real threat to human labor.
We do know that a lot of omnics view themselves very communally from Tracer's London Calling comics, but there are definite exceptions as we've seen with Lynx Seventeen and some of the omnics in Ramattra's short story. We know that omnics in London are forced to live underground, but Maximilien also owns a dang casino, and we know that the Don Rumbotico rum company was a human family-owned operation before Talon bought it out and re-branded it with an omnic mascot (that could be a choice on Max's end, now that I think about it). So there are a lot of cultural questions about the omnic as laborer and how that's perceived and used in marketing.
But yeah it is actually wild how you do see omnics overrepresented in a lot of service industries, creative industries, or high-skill jobs (mainly Omnic waiters whose sentience is actually questionable, HALfred being a director, Iggy being a scientist, and also BOB being a highly skilled butler) but you don't see a lot of mention of the omnic as hard laborer (Cassidy mentions doing farm labor in the Ashe novel, but I'll need to check back to see if he mentions omnic doing farmwork as well.
Then again, this is asking Blizzard, which recently went through major union-busting scandals, to think about labor... which I imagine is a tall ask.
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*points to tv* ‘look its Justin and Brian. Dude, it’s early morning and he’s going to the baths? LOOK AT THEM KISSING GOODBYE! Did you see that cute shit! Adorable. Oh Brian..you can find hotter places to fuck at than this dump..JEN! THATS MY BABY JEN! WHAT IS GOING ON? this is his office? FINALLY I AM GETTING MY BUDDY EPISODE! Aw he took a picture of Jen, why the fuck didn’t it show it? I wanna see my girl! My two favorite people being best friends! I am so happy!’ ‘Ted IS A SINGER! Oh as a waiter? *smacks his chest with his fist* respect! Been there, done that, tough shit. *pauses tv and looks at me* Did you know when i first started as a waiter, i didnt know what cappuccino is made of so when people ordered it, i told them we ran out of it. I got fired 4 days later’ ‘i feel bad for Emmett. I get they want to support him but Emy also needs support. Damn it this is bad. But i also *takes a deep breath* feel bad for Mike.’ ‘AWWW Vic and Rodney are gonna live together! Finally Vic gets something more in his life than just hiv and sister. GOOD FOR YOU VICKY BOY! LIVE THAT LONG HAPPY LIFE BABY!’ ‘How in the holy hell, did they convince Brian to go to this restaurant. Id get if Justin was there but he isnt, so HOW? Oh he came along to laugh. Okay, makes sense’ the scene where Pink Posse walks down the street is up and he paused the tv and started laughing. I did not expect him to have these reactions. ‘They look like a gay boyband. Backstreet Gays. Look at them on their way to fight people with their pink shirts. I am trying so hard to be chill with this but what is this? They look like a low budget cult. (The car/fight scene happens) Justin.. violence for violence is not cute. Nothing about this is cute. I am trying to get it cause of prom but WHY IS THIS HAPPENING NOW?’ ‘Look at Brian once again waiting for him. Is he late? A vigilante with a curfew. Thats new. Soooo he’s now hopped up on adrenaline ready to fuck. Cool cool cool. Look how fast Brian’s plans can change when it involves Justin. Or sex. But Brian when youre done, we need to talk to Buzz lightyear about his dangerous activities’ ‘WHY IS MIKE BEING A BITCH TO BLAKE?! He is a sweet guy who hasn’t done shit wrong. Be nice to him!’ ‘Im glad theyre finally giving Vic some fucking story line. Sometimes it felt like they forgot he was there *turns to me all serious* which one am I, Deb or Vic?’ The Britin scene comes up ‘YOURE TELLING ME FOR ONCE THEYRE NOT SHOWERING TOGETHER? see! Brian is worried, scared and annoyed at this pink pussy movement. And so am I! Now come on Brian, go and yell at Cody, like only you can. Why is Justin being so angry at Brian? Since when is he so angry? Brian! Do something!‘ ‘oh Brian is not having Emmetts shit. Look at him being a friend. *pauses tv* i really like this Brian. Something feels different, i fuck with it. he is full of advices lately!’ And we are back to Justin and Cody and he just groaned loudly and slid on the floor from the coach ‘this zack and cody spin off needs to end. Blondie is being forced to be angry and have a horrible haircut. Unless if they give me Brian yelling at this wannabe Captain America, make it stop. Justin he is literally telling you he wants to search for fights, why is my blondie so dumb at times?- damn I actually really feel bad for Mike in this episode, that is a first.’ The scene with Cody and Justin at the restaurant or whatever is up ‘what the fuck is this bullshit? JUSTIN WE HAVE A RULE! WHY THE FUCK IS HE BREAKING A RULE IN EVERY FUCKING SEASON?! DUDE- what..Justin for fucks sake walk away from this shit, at what point will you realize youre in too deep? WHAT THE FUCK KINDA ENDING WAS THAT?!’ *gets up and grabs his cigarettes* ‘great now Brian isn’t the only one stressed, worried and annoyed’ He is now outside walking up and down and talking to our mom all angry about how Justin is risking his life and being an idiot and then he just randomly went ‘but at least brian is looking really good this season. I feel like this might be his season where he finally thrives’ …safe to say he is wrong.
Brian really does look so good in the bathhouse scene. Also let's note Justin being happy to leave Brian there - this is not a kid who suddenly wants monogamy and marriage a year later, okay?
GOOD FOR YOU VICKY BOY! LIVE THAT LONG HAPPY LIFE BABY!
Oh Anon, oh dear sweet anon.... you're going to need to get some tissues for your brother.
That shower scene is so good. Brian is worried and pissed. He didn't scrap Justin off the parking garage floor just for him to risk his life being stupid.
i really like this Brian. Something feels different, i fuck with it. he is full of advices lately! CHARACTER GROWTH!
‘but at least brian is looking really good this season. I feel like this might be his season where he finally thrives’ …safe to say he is wrong. I mean he does look good the whole season, but yeah there's that whole cancer thing... Poor brother.
#ask winderlylandchime#dear sweet anon#queer as folk#a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023
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Howdy Dex! Mwuah<3 I was curious about your F/O Bo; how would you explain his personality to someone who's never met him and how would you describe your s/i and his dynamic :3c?
Nikki @tex-treasures
ty nikki!
number one thing about him: he's southern 😔 unfortunate. (IM KIDDING)
well, he's definitely a hothead. he gets annoyed very easily, but in the same vein, he gets over it very quickly. he's stubborn, but headstrong. he thinks of himself as the 'protector' of his brothers.
at the same time, he's very outgoing. he's a people person, and can be incredibly charming, if not only for some sort of ulterior motive. i guess it's important to say he's definitely sadistic, he is a murderer after all, but what can i say, i'm just built different :^]
he's definitely a mama's boy too, for sure. he's got some serious commitment issues due to past trauma, and now we're getting into more dex's own personal interpretation territory, but i think he'd be hesitant to let anyone in, emotionally, for a while. he's got some insecurities that he masks with anger, and believes he has to be independent to be strong, that he has to be a leader and good example for both his brothers. he does care a lot, though. he'd die for the people he loves, and he'd kill for them, too. he's incredibly protective, if not crossing into possessive at times (he's also very jealous), but he respects the boundaries of those close to him, as well. he may mask it with a huff, or some annoyed comment, but truly he wouldn't ever cross the lines of the respect or wishes of his family or those he loves.
he's a physical person, too, both in affection and passtime, his favorite hobby is tinkering with the old scrapyard cars. his love language is definitely physical acts -- he'd do anything to get out of saying the stupid L word ("lesbians?" "love, bo. i'm talking about love."). but once he does let someone in, i think he'd be wholly committed to them, he'd do anything to see them happy, and though he's likely to take their love for granted sometimes, with an argument or two (he hates yelling at his s/o, he feels awful as soon as he does it) he comes to realize he's got to give a little, and that softer side of him does come out more frequently.
AS FOR THE DYNAMIC. i'm debating naming my s/i mischa or going with heidi (it feels fitting to me). they met when bo visited an outside town once, my s/i is a waiter at a local diner, bo met him there and loved his midwestern charm. coincidentally, my s/i passed through ambrose and met bo there (before the whole "let's murder the whole town ❤️" plot), and so they planned a little dinner date on the town and saw each other on and off from there; bo's partial to visiting my s/i rather than the other way (for obvious reasons) but even then, they make a kind of cute couple. my s/i is more reserved, but he's still a "take no shit" kind of guy, which means he and bo butt heads sometimes, but at the same time it allows them to work through those arguments, rather than one giving into the other. they care deeply for each other, and more often than not my bo's careless annoyance causes him injury, leaving my s/i to patch him up and make him dinner (bo's an awful cook. the man would burn water if it was possible) alongside a gentle scolding. at the end of the day, they work well together though.
whoo. that was long. i'm still working out some details tbh! like my s/is relationship w vincent & lester, or his involvement in the whole. yknow murder thing. but ya! that's the basics.
#along w my personal interpretation of my baby boy baby ofc. which no one asked for ❤️#dex.ask#ᴍʏ ᴅᴇʟɪʟᴀʜ | r. － b.s.
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Bill meeting that woman because he saves her life the day everything goes wrong. When there's no where to go, no where to hide and he hauls her and that baby down into his bunker too.
When they hear about the government taking people somewhere safe she wants to go, take the baby, but he convinces her to stay because there's no motive for the Government to care for her baby so why would they take them? (When she finds out about the mass grave, when they hear the gunshots, she cries and thanks him)
Bill meeting Frank 4 years into the end of the world and instead of a single loner with no one to talk to he meets a man shadowed by a little boy in matching flannel with the same serious look (and the same infectious smile) who solemnly offers Frank a cookie with all the air of someone tipping a waiter $50.
Frank: Your wife and child?
Bill, tripping over himself in a desperate attempt to get words out: Daughter and grandson!
[That woman broke my heart. I screenshotted the grave for the blanket and tiny skeleton and then we saw her smiling at that little baby and oh I cried]
awww yes this little four-year-old following bill everywhere!!! And also just STARING at frank bc hes never met a person outside his mother and bill before!!!
And frank is a little disappointed when he sees this woman who lives with bill, and there is obvious warmth and affection between the two of them, and like frank doesnt exactly get *couple* vibes from them, but thats the most obvious explanation for this living situation? But then she makes it VERY CLEAR that bill is available. Very available. She’s like, im just gonna put the kid to bed, then go read in my room, probably go to sleep early…. You boys have fun…😙…*cough*BILL TAKE A SHOWER*cough*
Ooooh but now im just imagining the little boy going right up to bills (locked) bedroom door and trying to knock the door down yelling WHATCHYA GUYS DOING IN THERE lol
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