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Some Pokémon ScarVio doodles of Poppy and Tulip, they’re lovely I love them sm
When I saw poppy I started yelling cuz omg why does this 6yr old have a job
#artists on tumblr#pokemon sv#pokemon#pokemon scarlet and violet#pokemon scarvi#poppy pokemon#pokemon poppy#pokemon tulip#tulip pokemon#traditonal art#traditional doodles#traditional media#I had a theme goin on like the deep bluish purples with the brighter pinks#tulip walked up and omg
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Omg bug we need a part two of “mean” Eddie and reader going on their little date 🤭 if you are up for writing it ofc 😌
pt. 2 of this fic
You didn’t show.
Maybe you just got lost. Eddie figures he shouldn’t have expected someone like you to know where The Hideout was. Or maybe you lost track of time. — but he’d told you the doors opened at seven o’clock sharp, and you’d repeated it back to him. He knows you did because you’d said it in that voice you use when you get all shy, as soft and as low as your meek gaze when you peered at him through your lashes.
But you weren’t just late. You weren’t fashionably late, either. You just never showed up.
Eddie wishes he didn’t care as much as he did.
He told himself he didn’t when you weren’t there at seven, but he looked for you in the meager crowd of twenty when eight o’clock rolled around anyway.
He’d wanted to see you in the front row. He dreamt of putting on the best show The Hideout’s ever seen right before dedicating some cheesy love ballad to you.
“This is for a really special someone in the crowd tonight,” he would’ve said into the microphone that smelled like beer. “You know who you are. Don’t let this go to your head, either, alright?”
He even made the band practice Hysteria by Def Leppard so he could play it for you that night — so the lyrics could tell you everything he couldn’t — but you weren’t there to hear them.
They ended up playing Love Bites instead.
He spends another two hours moonlighting as a rockstar.
Still in his ripped jeans and eyeliner, he slings a towel over his shoulder and ties an apron around his waist — a busboy all over again. He always forgets how sleazy The Hideout is until he’s got to clean it up.
He mops sticky floors and wipes down grimy tables and tries to ignore the stinging in his chest every time he remembers that you were supposed to keep him company through it all.
A knock sounds at the front door at eleven o’clock.
It’s Tuesday night — the place is empty now. Eddie’s been around long enough to know when drunks are out looking for a fix.
“We’re closed!” he shouts, more focused on scrapping off the syrupy ringed stain on the table than the relentless inebriate outside.
“C’mon, Eddie, it’s cold!” a familiar voice pleads, muffled through the door. “You’re not mad enough to let me freeze to death out here, are you?”
Eddie nearly breaks his neck with how quickly he turns to look over his shoulder.
You stand behind the foggy glass, mostly blurry but still beautiful. The bouquet of purple and red tulips is nearly as pretty as the smile your pair them with. Your floral skirt swishes around your ankles as the wind blows. Eddie winches when he sees you shiver.
He rushes to the door, scrambling with the keyring clipped to his belt loop. His sweaty hands fumble with the chain. It takes him three tries to get it in the lock.
“Shit. Sorry,” he stammers. “I didn’t think it was you.”
“I figured. It’s okay.”
You walk through the door he holds open for you, the spring night breeze following close behind. Eddie shuts and locks the door again.
You spin on your heel to face him and hold the flowers out between you. “These are for you,” you tell him — soft and low and timid.
Eddie grins.
“These are very metal, sweetheart,” he teases. The plastic wrapping crinkles as he takes them by the stem.
“I felt bad for being so late,” you grimace. “Didn���t want to show up empty-handed.”
“What flower shop is even open this time of night?”
“Zippy’s,” you answer curtly, gaze ducking down to your shoes a moment later.
“You went to a gas station all the way across town to get me flowers?”
You nod.
“No wonder you were late,” he scoffs.
He saunters past you, then spins so he’s walking backward and facing you. His wild hair sways around his face. He clutches the bouquet to his chest. “Here I thought you off seeing some other schmuck.”
You roll your eyes, knowing no other schmuck has ever given you the time of day like Eddie has.
“I was late because of work,” you correct. Before you know it, you’re rambling. “I wasn’t on schedule for closing, but my asshole manager wouldn’t let me clock out. And I couldn’t call you because I don’t have your number, and I couldn’t find The Hideout in the yellow pages because it’s so old and—”
“Hey. It’s okay,” Eddie assures, practically cooing. It’s the softest he’s ever been with you, and he looks at you just the same — chocolate eyes melting as they twinkle at you. You’re left grieving his gaze when he turns to set the flowers on the counter.
“You’re here now. That’s all that matters.”
Through burning cheeks, you tease. “I thought we agreed you weren’t gonna get soft on me.”
“Oh? You thought that meant I cared that you came?” he scoffs, obviously joking.
He squints down at you when you appear at his side — turns and presses his hip into the counter, and props his elbow along the top of it. “I’m just happy I got you outta the house. You’re like a damn hermit, you never do anything fun.”
Your face scrunches in discontent. “I have fun!” you correct.
“I’ll believe it when I see it,” Eddie retorts, nudging your shoulder as he walks past you again — this time heading toward the kitchen. “Sit down. I’ll make you something to eat.”
You’re grateful when he walks to the back without looking over his shoulder at you, lest he become a witness to the beam on your lips that’s far too bright to hide.
Eddie Munson is totally soft on you.
It’s a good thing, too. Because you’re all but melting for him now.
You sit at the bar with a sweaty beer in your hand. “It’s obviously cheap, but it goes down sweet enough,” Eddie warned when he’d handed it to you. You sip from it, leaning back in your chair with your feet thrown on the one beside you — totally unable to take your eyes off the boy.
You watch through the partition behind the counter as Eddie makes a haphazard effort of basketing leftover chicken tenders and fries. He sets them beneath an orange lamp to warm again.
“A rockstar, busboy, and chef, huh?” you lilt, hiding your smile behind the beer you bring to your lips. “What else can you do?”
“When there’s a pretty girl in front of me?” he retorts as he swipes the crumbs from his palms. He looks at you with a smug grin and shrugs. “Just about anything, I’d guess.”
You roll your eyes. “Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Flirt with me. It’s gross. We don’t do that.”
Eddie laughs to himself, honey eyes squinting. “I’ve been flirting with you for about a year and a half now, sweetheart, but… Thanks for finally noticing.”
He carries the ruby red baskets in both hands when he comes out to sit next to you. You slide your legs off the stool for him — an invitation to be close to you without either of you having to ask.
“Am I gonna get food poisoning from this?” you joke, holding the greasy chicken strip between your fingers.
“The cook made them today,” he scoffs, already tossing a fry into his mouth. He talks as he chews. “Besides, we’d be getting sick together. What’s more romantic than that?”
God, you even think he’s cute when he talks with his mouth full. You’re so far gone for him, it’s not even funny.
Eddie smiles when you take a bite. Your eyes flutter shut on their own accord, your empty stomach thanking you.
“Good, huh?”
“Amazing,” you correct.
“Gross bars make the best food, I swear.”
You laugh softly together. Def Leppard croons from the speakers overhead. You wonder if Eddie knew this was your favorite band or if your favorite song is only playing by chance. You’re warmed either way.
“How was, uh… How was the show?” you ask him, as curious as you are desperate to fill the silence.
Eddie wipes his palms on his jeans and nods. “It was okay. Same as usual — the crowd was drunk enough to enjoy anything we did.”
“I’m sure it was great,” you retort at his self-deprecating tone, picking shyly at the fries rather than meeting his gaze. “I’m sorry I missed it.”
He figures he doesn’t need to tell you about his bleeding heart that was close to breaking a couple of hours ago. You put a bandage over it the second you showed up at The Hideout — with flowers, no less. He’s just glad that you came at all. He meant it when he said that none of the rest matters.
“Don’t worry about it,” Eddie shrugs through the food in his cheek. “There’s always next time.”
You grin and knock the leg of his chair with your foot. “Already asking me out on a second date, huh?”
“If that’s what you wanna call it,” he jokes through glowing cheeks. He tilts his head towards his shoulder. “But I’m not paying for your ticket next time, princess.”
Your smile widens. You prop your cheek on your knuckles, unabashedly gazing over at him. “That’s okay. I’ll be in the front row either way.”
“Promise?” Eddie’s lilt edges on teasing and sincerity. He momentarily abandons his own food as he mirrors your positioning, not realizing he’s leaning closer to you until he’s already doing it.
“Promise,” you nod with a smile so bright he thinks it could rival the sun.
He continues to shorten the distance between you — coming closer closer closer. You watch him, amused, and with your bottom lip trapped between your teeth.
You want him to kiss you. No, fuck that, you need him to kiss you. But more than anything, you need him to do it first — a cheeky little something to over his head when you’re kissing him later.
And you don’t mean to laugh, but the thought makes a giggle spill from your lips before you can stop it.
The bubbly sound knocks Eddie from his stupor.
The tip of his nose just barely brushes your own. His glazed-over eyes fly open. He remains still, his breath fanning over your cupid’s bow, as he blinks owlishly at you. The pretty pink mouth he was about to kiss you with falls softly agape.
His head jerks backward a second later, almost in disgust.
“Shit. Sorry,” he curses. His body shifts away from yours completely as he turns his attention to his half-eaten basket of fries. “That was— That wasn’t cool of me.”
Still smiling, you reach a hand out for his leather-clad forearm. You caress him soothingly there in reassurance. “No. It’s okay—”
“No, that was really fucking weird,” he says, forcing out a laugh.
“Right?” you scoff. “Why would Eddie Munson, the chef-busboy-rockstar, wanna kiss a girl like me?”
He exhales sharply through his nose, tilting his wild head to his shoulder to look at you.
He finds you with a gleam in your eye, one that’s not usually there because, most times, he’s too busy making fun of you. A smile hints at the corners of your mouth, barely there and beautiful. It’s a bit smug — twinkling with the satisfaction of finally having the upper hand.
Eddie figures it might pay off to be soft with you sometimes. He never wants you to stop looking at him like this.
“You know that’s not what I meant,” he confesses quietly.
Your smile widens. “I know.”
“I’m sorry,” he repeats again, eyes flitting away from yours.
“Don’t be,” you promise. Your nose scrunches softly. “…Wanna give it another go?”
His gaze snaps back up to yours. He has to fight the urge to tease you, lest he ruin the moment he’s been thinking about for months. He’ll be damned if he lets the opportunity slip away from him now.
“Sure you’re not gonna laugh at me this time?” he lilts, looking at you from halfway beneath his lashes.
“I’m not gonna laugh at you,” you promise, though a grin’s already threatening to pull at your mouth.
“Promise?”
“Well, I can show you better than I can tell you.”
You let Eddie lean in first. He exhales a heavy breath from his nose that fans against your skin when your lips collide. The rosy plush of them lock with yours like they were made to do it. His palms rise to your jaw, keeping you tucked neatly against him when the moment threatens to pull you away.
Your hands migrate to the lapel of his leather jacket. You tug him further to you — a promise that you’re not going anywhere.
You don’t laugh into his kiss this time.
You smile.
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a/n – you guys are really loving this omg😭😭😭 I’m so grateful, thank you thank you thank you🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍 just a little side note: I haven’t been able to watch anything past EP2-4. yet, I’m SO BEHIND, I KNOW😭 but I didn’t want to not upload since I promised it to you guys! So pls just know, that EP2-5. will be added at a later point probably next week ˙ᵕ˙
Go Together NANA TOUR EP2 🌷Minnie
parts written in italics were out of camera shot ˙ᵕ˙
EP2-1. Good Morning
Gathered around the table, the idols passed each T-shirt to the designated member until everyone was in possession of their personalised top for the show. Minnie had gotten her own as well, holding it up to look at her name in big black letters printed across it. Before her eyes even found the little icon that was different for each singer, Joshua had looked over her right shoulder and caught a glimpse first.
"Aww!" He pointed at the shirt, making her look down, finding a small drawn mouse holding onto a much bigger flower, what appeared to be a tulip.
"Oh my God, that's so cute," she smiled at the clothing item, before turning her head to the producers, "Thank you!" Beaming at them with a bright smile.
After they all got to admire their T-shirts and got a hold of a charger for their own, the group split up again to their designated rooms. Next on the list was getting bedtime ready. After not having lived together as a group all together, the idols had almost forgotten about the struggle of sharing a bathroom. The apartment they were staying at had two, thankfully, but still... 13 people and only two showers... it was about to get stressful.
Thankfully, sleeping in a room right next to one of the bathrooms, Minnie got the privilege of being one of the first members to wash up. She had washed her hair and went through some steps of her skincare routine with the products in the pouch she had taken with her from the plane. While the rest of the members were looking for time slots to jump into the shower, she was on her bed, now in the shorts and shirt provided by the producers as she put on a clean pair of socks, not wanting to walk around in shoes anymore or barefooted.
She had her hair wrapped up in a towel, trying to dry it as much as possible as she had yet to find a hairdryer. After a few minutes of looking around the flat, she had given up the search and retreated back to her room, using the towel to squeeze out the last drops of moisture that were left in her long hair. That's when Mingyu suddenly walked in, making her turn around to look at him.
"What are you doing?" Minnie asked him.
The rapper passed her, and crouched down right behind her, "Your room is the only one with a socket close to a mirror." As he stood back up, the girl's eyes dropped to the device his hands were clinging on. So that's where the hairdryer had suddenly gone. Mingyu turned it on and started drying his hair with the hot air, brushing through it with his fingers.
Minnie got up from the bed and walked over to him. With her hand on his upper arm, she looked up to meet his gaze through the mirror.
"Can you leave the hairdryer here after you're done?"
He must've not understood her probably, the blasting air being way too loud, as he turned to the side, subconsciously crouching down slightly as he had done so many other times before.
"Huh?" He raised his eyebrows in wonder.
"Leave the hairdryer here when you're done. I need it too," Minnie raised her voice to speak clearer before moving away to walk out of the room.
A sudden soft grab of her arm made her stumble back slightly. Looking back, she glimpsed up at her fellow '97 Liner, who motioned for her to turn around. With a gentle push on her back, she turned, now facing the door. Only a second later, Mingyu had moved the hairdryer from blow-drying his own hair to hers, using his fingers as a brush to detangle some of her strands. Carefully, he moved some of her hair to the side, splitting it up into sections, to make sure he was drying it correctly. Minnie moved her head along, leaning it to one side, so the hair would stay in the position Mingyu had put it in.
Once she noticed, it was getting harder for his fingers to glide through her strands, she turned around to stop his movements. Pointing over to her bedside table, he found the brush the girl was trying to tell him about. He handed her the blowdryer for a second as he walked over to get the brush, only to hold it in his own hands a few seconds later, getting back to help her with her hair.
The two members moved in complete silence the entire time. No talking, only grinning at each other through the mirror at most or Mingyu mouthing a 'sorry' whenever he'd get stuck on a knot in her dark mane. The only time either one of them had opened their mouth to speak was when Wonwoo appeared in the doorway, smiling over at the duo before knocking on the bathroom door. He asked who was inside, but had only gotten an incoherent answer back, so Minnie had to help him.
"Jeonghannie-hyung!" She called out to the '96 Liner, who turned to glance at her with awaiting eyes, asking her what she had said.
"Jeonghannie-hyung is in the bathroom," she repeated louder, getting a nod back in return.
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After most of the members had each finished their shower, they moved on to brushing their teeth, which turned out to be another hurdle as there was only one tube of toothpaste. They had somehow managed to get a little bit for each one of them, brushing their teeth while walking around the apartment or sitting in their rooms.
Finished with everything, and even almost completely dry hair, Minnie had found herself in the kitchen, sitting between Wonwoo and Jeonghan, while Hoshi had taken a seat on the opposite side of the table, his toothbrush still dangling in his mouth. In the middle of their conversation, Dokyeom walked out of his room, joining the small group of four. He stopped by the table to look at his fellow members.
"It would be too greedy to ask for hair essence, right?" He asked everyone.
Right away, a nod and a hum came from the rapper, followed by an agreeing, "Yeah," from the Vice-Leader.
Minnie chuckled softly, "What? No, it's not. I asked for some too," turning towards the '96 Liner to her right before glancing over at Dokyeom again. "I put it in the little pouch on my bed. You can use it."
"Really?"
The girl nodded, "Of course."
[sharing is caring with SEVENTEEN]
As soon as the main vocalist left the room, Hoshi spoke up, "Wishing for too much is not what a vacation is." His voice still muffled by the toothpaste foaming at his lips. "You need to give up on things you can."
The girl leaned back with a deep breath in, stretching her shoulders. "Some of us just want to still look presentable. Even if we're on vacation."
"You shouldn't worry about that," the performance leader commented back.
"If I didn't use any hair essence, I'd look like a lion," the girl stated, referring to the long mane on her head, that would quickly turn into puffy dried weed if not being taken care of properly.
With scrunched eyebrows, Hoshi took the toothbrush out of his mouth, looking at her in confusion. "What's wrong with looking like a lion?" To which Minnie could only shake her head with a chuckle, the other two members following her, laughing along at the sound of pure offence coming from the '96 Liner.
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Most of the group was already snuggled up in their individual beds. Only a few were still walking around, cleaning up after themselves or laying out their clothes and wet towels to dry somewhere in the apartment. Wonwoo and Dino had found comfort in sitting in the kitchen, with the only source of light coming from the hallway and music from the maknae's phone.
Before she would let herself get a good night's sleep, Minnie decided to keep up her habit of having either a glass or bottle of water next to her bed. She made her way into the kitchen, not expecting anyone in there anymore as it was dark, explaining her wide eyes when she entered and found the duo by the table.
"Oh," her hand came up to her chest in surprise, "What are you guys still doing?"
"Drinking," Dino answered her, nudging his head to the beer bottles on the table.
Followed by Wonwoo, who just got done with his next bite of the Ramen he had made, "And eating."
With a nod, the girl chuckled, walking over to the sink without another word. The room had fallen quiet as the rapper was focused on his food and the maknae had turned his full attention to the '97 Liner moving around the kitchen, looking for a glass or anything remotely close to a cup.
The sound of Wonwoo slurping his noodles got a chuckle from the youngest in the room.
"Noona, did you know Wonwoo-hyung doesn't chew his Ramen?" He asked her.
From her place by the counter, up on her tippy toes, she turned around, "Yeah," she smiled, "He inhales them." Getting a laugh from the maknae in return.
"Exactly! That's what I said."
"Why are you two making fun of me?" The oldest of the three joined the conversation, glancing over at the girl to see her struggle of not being able to see to the far back of the overhead cabinet. He got up from his chair in an instant.
"We're not making fun of you," Dino argued.
Wonwoo got next to Minnie, easily reaching to the back of the cabinet, where a few glasses were, reaching for one before handing it over to her.
"But I told you it's bad for you," she smiled up at him, taking the cup from his grip. "Thank you."
Without another word, the '96 Liner sat back down and his focus was back on the food in front of him.
Minnie turned on the Fausset before she let her backside rest against the counter, taking a sip of the glass she had just filled up.
Dino's eyes were locked on her form. "You're drinking straight from the sink?"
The female member nodded, "You can do that here. The water is clean." Making the maknae nod, clearly impressed by the info he had gotten.
"Do you want to drink with us?" He asked her, sitting up a slight bit straighter, ready to get another beer out of the fridge. But Minnie shook her head,
"No, thank you. I'm tired, I'm gonna go to sleep."
"Ah, ok." Defeated, with his arms crossed, the youngest sank back into his seat.
Before she made her way back to the room she shared with Jun and Dino, Minnie took a few steps forward until she was right behind Wonwoo's seat, placing a hand on his shoulder, to make him look up.
"Good night," she whispered. As soon as their gazes met, she leaned down. The rapper straightened his back to meet her halfway where their lips touched for a soft kiss. She could feel the palm of his hand resting on her left hip.
Dino's hand immediately came up to cover his eyes, even turning his head slightly away. Once they separated and their eyes fell on the maknae, the two chuckled in unison. The teasing would never find an end. Even in a group like Seventeen, where open displays of affection in any way, romantic or platonic, weren't a rarity.
Minnie shook her head, smiling at the maknae, while Wonwoo went back to eating the last bites of his cup noodles. Checking for clear waters, the '99 Liner dropped his hand, smiling at the couple before the girl turned her back to them to leave the room.
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Early in the morning, every member was still deep in their slumber. Well, everyone, but two - Minghao and Vernon. The roommates had gotten up earlier than the rest, with a specific plan in mind. A plan that required money from the 'manager'.
Thanks to the girl's light sleep, she was woken up by the sound of footsteps around the room. Opening one eye at first, the sun that had just started rising, hit her view, making her squint, wanting to close them immediately again. But another footstep made her whip her head around. Her eyes landed on the intruder.
"Hao?" Her voice was still raspy and laced with sleep. To get a clearer view, she rubbed her eyes, trying to adjust them to the brightness of the room.
Minghao raised a finger to his lips, begging her to stay quiet to let the other members rest.
"What are you doing?" Minnie whispered.
"Vernonnie and I want to go out for breakfast, but we need money," he explained, tapping the shoulder of the maknae as he whispered out his name to wake him up. Right after he had given his 'okay' to take the money they'd need, Dino closed his eyes again to fall back asleep.
Minnie stayed sat up on the mattress, her hand running through her hair as her eyes were focused on the sunrise outside of their window.
"Minnie-ya," Minghao's voice drifted her attention back to him, "Do you want to come too?"
For a quick second, the girl stayed quiet, trying to gather her thoughts before nodding her head.
"Sure."
Hao copied her action, his light footsteps carrying him to the other side of the room where he had seen her personalised shirt hung up on the handle of the closet. Minnie had decided to only sleep in the Calvin Klein sports bra the producers had provided her with. That way, she could feel comfortable wearing the T-shirt around the city that day.
He pulled it off the hanger, "Here," he threw it over to her on the bed.
"Thank you," she whispered back to him before he disappeared through the doorway again.
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Out in the warm morning air, the three members started looking for a breakfast place in the area. While the temperature was slowly rising, getting up to the normal summer heat Rome was faced with each year, there was still a fresh breeze blowing past the old buildings. Minnie pulled the black zip-up hoodie she had thrown over her shirt closer around her body. The sleeves were long enough to cover her entire hands as well.
Minghao found a restaurant around seven minutes away from their current location that was already open, even at the early morning hour they had decided to get up. The close distance let the trio walk through the ancient streets of the city, taking in the old-stone structures that were so iconic for Italian architecture.
Each building they passed was more fascinating than the one before. From normal apartments to churches, or even just stores and supermarkets. The vintage design of downtown Rome was too different from their home in Seoul to not let them be amazed by everything they saw.
Arrived at their destination, the group found the restaurant to be relatively empty, making finding a table much easier. Minnie and Vernon took the booth seating up against the wall, while Minghao sat across the table from them. The waiter arrived only shortly after they had settled down and greeted them with a kind smile. Ordering was easy, thanks to the older man understanding English, and done by the youngest of the three. They opted for three orange juices, pasta, a chicken meal, and a serving of ravioli.
It was then, that the girl noticed the clothing choices of each of them, giggling to herself before commenting. "Why am I the only one wearing the shirt we got?"
All eyes fell on her, eyeing her outfit.
"I thought we had to wear them all the time," she whined out loud, getting a round of quiet laughter from everyone around her. Minnie glanced over at the cameraman, who just shook his head. "You're telling me I could've looked cuter than this."
Vernon, next to her, hit her shoulder with a chuckle as Minghao smiled at her. "It's okay, you wear it very well," he reassured her.
Their food arrived a short while later. The waiter gave each plate to each member, letting them finally admire what they had ordered.
"It really looks so good," Hao commented, taking a quick picture of his plate before putting the phone to the side again.
Minnie, who was focused on her own device, typing away on the screen, looked up, "Yeah," she nodded, "You can tell how fresh everything here is."
The three started to eat, splitting their meals up between them, giving each other a small portion of everything on the table.
Lost in the smooth taste of their food, taking in each small flavour their tongues picked up, the group enjoyed their moment of silence together. For a few seconds, they were too focused on the lunch meals turned breakfast, to even engage in a simple conversation.
Vernon was the first to break the quietness when a thought hit him like a brick, whipping his head to the girl, who was pouring herself a glass of water.
"You can speak Italian, right?" He wondered, gaining the attention of the entire table.
She nodded. "A little bit. The basics I learned in school. Why?"
The younger member chuckled with a scoff, "Why did you let me order then?"
The sip she was taking from the glass was interrupted when she came to stop, her mouth closed as she giggled, trying to swallow before she could speak up again.
"You didn't ask me to," Minnie smiled. "Also, I think I would be too shy to speak with an actual person from Italy. My Italian isn't that good."
Vernon was just about to say something when Minghao shook his head. "But you should. You should get more confident in speaking foreign languages."
"Yeah, you're good at learning them anyway," the youngest added, referring to the only academic 'gift' the female member had. But she just shrugged.
-
A bigger group of members that had split up from the rest, found themselves in a shop recommended by Na PD himself. They had ordered sandwiches for each one of them, along with a few bottles of Coke Zero and some wine - not caring about how early in the morning it was.
Amid their meal, Mingyu suddenly found the urge to contact the leader, who was in Korea, where it was now sometime in the afternoon. He picked up the Facetime call after only a few rings but kept his face hidden as he was sitting in a salon chair, getting his hair re-done.
"Show us. Let me see your face," the '97 Liner repeatedly kept on nagging the oldest member, showing the screen of his phone to the camera to reveal his face once he'd shown it.
"But I'm getting my hair dyed!" Seungcheol argued back.
"So let us see it!" The younger rapper argued again.
"You guys keep on contacting me!" The leader whined out. "Minnie has been texting me already. I sent her a picture."
"But she's not here with us. She went out with Vernon and Myungho, so show us your face now," Mingyu told him, continuously demanding a face reveal. Cheol finally gave in, turning his camera around to film himself in the chair, while two hairstylists were working on bleaching his hair.
-
EP2-2. Roman Holiday
"Everyone's here!" Na PD called out after counting the members on the bus. Everyone had found a seat for themselves and was enjoying the passing view outside of the windows. "We're going to see the Arch of Constantine and take pictures today," he explained further.
Due to the large number of members, the producer split them up into smaller groups, depending on where they were currently sitting. Jeonghan's group on the left side of the bus consisted of four, as well as Seungkwan's group on the right.
"And Group 3, the line in the back," Yeongseok pointed at them with the little flag he was carrying around with him. "The members who don't listen."
"Let's gooo!" Mingyu and Dokyeom shouted out together.
"Huh?!" Minnie wondered loudly, glancing over to the loud duo on the other side of the row, who seemed to be proud of the reputation they had gained.
Dino, who was sitting in the middle caught the shocked face of the female member, "Ah, noona!" Making him laugh out loud. "She doesn't like that title, hyung!"
"Who? Minnie-ya?" The producer looked at the very back of the bus, seeing the head of the girl peeking over the row in front of her.
"We listen well!" She argued back, getting a chuckle out of the older man and the rest of the group on the bus. Everyone knew, there was only a small amount of truth to her claim.
He shook his head, "I don't think so," getting another round of laughter from the members, while the girl had to fight a smile as she sunk back into the chair.
-
Each group had made their way off the bus, now walking around the ancient ruins toward the arch they were supposed to take pictures at. The hot weather had let the members only walk around in their individual shirts, with some of them also wearing the different kinds of hats they had bought in souvenir shops around the city.
Minnie had put up her hair in a ponytail, and a pair of sunglasses high on her nosebridge as she looked around the open area. She decided to just enjoy the view while letting her fellow '97 Liner run around and take pictures. Na PD was close by her. A chuckle from the older man made her turn around, only to find out why. Mingyu was a few steps behind her, crouching down on the floor while his phone was directed at her.
"What are you doing?" She asked him, but he just shook her off with his hand,
"Keep on walking."
With a confused look on her face, she did as asked, continuing her casual walk, while the older man next to her kept on laughing at what was happening.
"Wait!" The rapper suddenly called out, running up to the girl. Dokyeom was still behind all of them, taking pictures of the scenery with his own phone. "Turn around and look over there," he tried to usher her to stand in the right position, moving her around with two strong hands on her shoulder. "Oh-", he turned her around for a split second, fixing a strand of hair that stuck out from the top of her head.
"You're really passionate about this, Mingyu-ya," Yeongseok commented with a chuckle, standing back with his arms crossed, watching the duo closely.
He nodded with a proud smile, "We need to get good pictures." Taking a few steps back, he crouched down slightly once again, tapping on his screen a few times while Minnie continued to pose on the opposite side of the makeshift dirt road they were walking on.
"Look here!" He called out. "And over your left shoulder!" His directions made the girl roll her eyes, a chuckle tumbling from her lips quickly after.
"Mingyu, you're being too much," she smiled at the man, who still had his knees bent, not stopping taking one pic after the other, even as she continued to get him to stop.
"You'll thank me for the pictures later," the rapper nudged his head provocatively at the '97 Liner, who took a deep breath in before fixing her hair and going after his demands of posing in front of the camera.
"Hyung!" She called out to the producer, motioning with her hand for him to come closer. "Take a picture with me! Please!"
With a shake of his head, he quickly gave in to the girl's request, jogging up to stand beside her before he slung his arm over her shoulder, posing together with her for another few pictures taken by Mingyu.
They resumed their journey through the open field with Na PD, Minnie, Mingyu, and Dokyeom walking all together.
"Ah...," the rapper sighed out in relief, "Isn't this so nice, guys?" Throwing his arms over the other two '97 Liners.
"It's really nice," DK agreed. "It kinda really feels just like youth. Like it's the last in my late 20s before ending our lives."
"What?" Minnie and Yeongseok glanced over at the singer in surprise, "What did you just say?" The girl wondered.
"Why are you ending your life? Hey!" The producer questioned the sudden statement.
Dokyeom quickly excused himself, trying to get the meaning he had originally wanted to express right, getting a round of laughter from the people next to him. Minnie shook her head with a smile, mumbling something under her breath.
"You mean, ending your late 20s well," Na PD explained for him, to which the members agreed.
The girl had kept her head down, following a stone she was kicking along with her feet as they were walking. "Yeongseok-hyung is so wise."
Her comment got a whole-hearted laugh from the older man, his hand petting her back, making her look up at him with a big grin. "Ah... that's very sweet of you Minnie-ya." Her right arm slung across his back to lean into him, pulling him in for a side hug and joining the chain the four had created.
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The Arch of Constantine was even more magnificent than any of the members could've imagined. They had split up, each to be on their own or in smaller groups, taking pictures or just taking in the structure right in front of them and next to the Colosseum. Their eyes raked over each detail engraved into the old stone, pondering how it was even possible to create masterpieces like this such a long time ago.
The producers asked them to gather for the group photo, having to recall their position in the line they had decided on the day before.
A picture, a video clip, and a few more personal pictures later, they went on their way further around the city, when some of the members found a cute little ice cream stand. The members who were craving the famous Gelato were quick to get in line, their orders already in their heads. Manager Dino was right next to them, using the pocket money they were gifted to pay for each treat.
With the refreshments in their hands, they continued their way through the streets of Italy. Passing blooming gardens, trees on the side of the roads, smiling people, and more ancient buildings that made Rome oh so special.
"I think I can really go on a world trip with just a camera," Wonwoo suddenly spoke up. Minnie, only a few steps in front of him, chuckled on slowed down her walk as the rapper reached out, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder to walk right beside her.
"How many pictures have you taken yet?" She asked, to which he looked down at the apparatus.
"I don't know, to be honest. A few."
In the next moment, the female member was standing in front of a colourful they had found along their way. Decorated with graffiti and drawings by multiple different artists, it seemed. Wonwoo, in his usual fashion, was holding up the camera, looking through the lens with one eye, taking a few steps back and forward again, trying to find an angle he'd like. Minnie smiled brightly, her sunglasses still high on the bridge of her nose. While she turned away to continue their walk, the '96 Liner kept his hold on the device tightly, taking a few more shots of the girl before putting the camera down to glance around the area, trying to look for the next beautiful thing to photograph.
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The group had finally made their way back into the much cooler bus. Some of the members sighed out loud in exhaustion, complaining about the heat they were enduring. Everyone took the same seats as before, letting their backs rest against the cushions.
Next on the list: Lunch.
Na PD revealed the restaurant they were heading to to be a celebrity 'hot spot'. Multiple stars, including singers, actors, football players, etc. had dined there, making it become a very popular destination for others. As an example, he mentioned Leonardo Di Caprio. The members hollered out in excitement.
"Vernonnie,"
"Vernonnie!" Dokyeom and Mingyu commented, getting a round of chuckles from the other members. Minnie, grinned at the younger member next to her, watching his lips curl up as he shook his head slightly. With a giggle, she patted his shoulder.
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"Let's go eat!" Jun called out as soon as the bus came to a halt. They had arrived at their lunch spot for the day. Waiters ushered them in and brought them to the table reserved for the big group in a slightly more private area of the restaurant. The female member to her seat opposite Na PD, next to Wonwoo, at the other end of the table.
The members were more than excited. Hours of walking around the hot city had brought hunger to their stomachs, ready to get a taste of even more traditional Italian cuisine - some had already gotten a taste early in the morning.
One of the waiters came back into the room, greeting them in true Italian fashion. He rounded the table, handing out a few of the menu cards so that at least two or three members could look at one together. That's when they found a catch. Everything was written in Italian.
"Oh... I really have no idea. There's no English at all," Vernon noticed. Minnie reached for the card Wonwoo had just put down, her eyes scanning the words.
"Ah...," she repeated with a nervous chuckle, "there really isn't."
Different possible solutions for their situation were thrown around. While some members were trying to make some sense of the words they were seeing, Mingyu suggested just ordering the most expensive items of each category. What part of them forgot though was that they had two people who could converse in a basic conversation with their language knowledge.
"The one that says 'fritti' is kind of fried," Joshua explained to his half of the table. "I think it means fried." He continued to go over the menu, explaining what he thought each meal would translate to.
"Funghi Porcini," Minnie read out, just to herself and whoever would catch her voice, "is with mushrooms."
"What is Pomodoro?" Woozi wondered out loud. As Shua was still busy talking to the maknae on his right, the female member decided to answer.
"Tomato. So it's like... probably like pasta with just tomato sauce and basil."
With scrunched eyebrows, the '96 Liner glanced at her. "You understand this too?"
She shrugged, "A little bit."
Back in her own world with Wonwoo right next to her, they went through the meals together, him asking her what some of the things meant and her translating everything for him. Lost in their little convo, she didn't react when her name was first called out, only when the man next to her nudged her before pointing at Joshua, who was trying to get her attention.
"Hm?"
"Can you order for that side of the table, and I'll order for this?" He pointed to each side, as he asked her. "Is that okay?" Joshua apparently didn't forget about the mere two years she had to study the language in school.
Slightly lost in his question, the girl nodded before she could even say what she actually wanted. Because doing what he had asked of her was definitely not a thing she was ready to do. She didn't have the confidence some other members, *cough* Mingyu *cough*, were blessed with. She had never been one to just talk to random people, ESPECIALLY when those people spoke a language she wasn't fluent in. Just thinking back to her first days at Pledis. Seungcheol was the one who had to come up to her. Back then, he was surprised to find out that her Korean skills weren't half as good as he had thought. It hit her like a kick back into the past - now having to converse in a language she had spoken the last time when she was in school.
Vernon chuckled when a heavy sigh fell from her lips as she sunk into her chair. "Now you have to talk in Italian." Referring back to the morning they had spent together back at that breakfast place.
"This is gonna be so embarrassing." With a pained facial expression, she leaned over to put her forehead against Wonwoo's shoulder, taking a deep breath.
"They're not going to make fun of you," he tried to assure her, his hand patting her thigh in comfort. "They're nice. Just try it."
Minnie straightened her back again, almost quivering as her eyes fixed on the waiter walking into the room again. "They might not make fun of me openly, but they'll talk about it later. I have the worst accent when I talk Italian!" She shout-whispered, her fingers fidgeting in her lap.
Wonwoo tried his best not to chuckle at her reaction. He knew the situation was only half as bad as she interpreted it - always an overthinker. With a soft smile, he placed his hand on top of hers, trying to get her to calm down with his thumb running across her knuckles.
"We all have accents when we speak English. But has that ever stopped like Seungkwan or Mingyu from speaking it?"
"Dino sometimes doesn't want to."
"But you're not Dino," he argued softly, just wanting to lean forward and gently kiss her pouty lips, but there couldn't have been a worse time or place for it than then.
"And I'm no Seungkwan or Mingyu either," she threw back, making him take a deep breath, but before he could say anything, Minnie shook her head. "I know, I'm sorry."
"Stop," he squeezed her hand. "Just don't overthink it, it's all good."
Their moment had to be cut short as the waiter had made his way over to their side of the table.
With a big smile, he greeted the group in his native tongue, forcing everyone to do the same. Minnie was handed the menu by Wonwoo, now at least able to point at the meals she possibly wouldn't pronounce correctly. She started off easily, talking slowly and trying to speak as clearly as she possibly could. Showing him the words on the card most definitely helped her. Every now and then, the man would ask questions as well, taking her back at first, but as he was just trying to get the order perfectly right, she warmed up to the situation.
"Jeonghannie-hyung, what do you want?" She leaned forward to get a look at the oldest member. He had not given her his order yet.
He shook his head, "I'll eat anything you order for me, Minnie-ya." A quick glance at Woozi, he told her the same thing.
"And you, hyung?" She directed her attention to the man sitting across from her.
"Oh- this one please," he pointed at the menu he was holding onto, showing her the pasta meal he would want.
As scared as the female member was of messing up, she had only stuttered twice, and that was purely because she was unsure of the correct grammatical ending she would have to use in the sentence. The waiter nodded along with her order, writing down everything she mentioned on the menu before thanking her with another kind smile and disappearing again.
With a deep breath, the girl hunched over the table dramatically. Wonwoo chuckled at her antics, his hand coming up to rub her back.
"Damn," Vernon grinned, nodding his head at her.
The oldest man at the table couldn't take his eyes off the female member. His eyes were wide and a proud smile lit up his face.
"Woah... Minnie-ya," his voice made her look up. "How- I didn't know you spoke Italian so well."
She shook her head, "No... it's no- I only learned it in school for a bit."
"But that was really good!" He complimented her.
Minnie chuckled shyly, her shoulders lifting as she subconsciously leaned to the side.
Wonwoo patted her back one more time. "Good job," sending her a warm smile that she couldn't help but reciprocate.
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Even though they had already gone through multiple jugs of the homemade house wine the restaurant had to offer, Na PD had ordered another few different types. The members only noticed it when there were new bottles put down on the table, along with more glasses as well. A green bottle and the same in red again were right in front of Minnie and Wonwoo, letting them try to read what the calligraphy around the logo said. As their side of the table was the first to receive the ordered wine, the other members got curious.
Mingyu got up from his seat, making his way over to stop in between his dormmates.
"Try and see which one is the expensive one," Yeongseok challenged them.
"Oh," Minnie chuckled, her hand placed on the arm of the '97 Liner as he leaned forward to get a better look at the bottles. "Mingyu will be good at this, I think."
Minghao joined them only shortly after.
"These two are different?" He wondered while Mingyu was already taking the first sip of what he had poured.
Minnie glanced up to her left, expecting her dormmate, only to be met with Dokyeom, who had also come along to the taste test. A pat on her shoulder made her look to the right. Mingyu handed her his glass of wine without a word, which she graciously took, taking a sip of the little bit he had left for her.
"Mm," she hummed, "I like this one."
He nodded, leaning against the wall as he looked down at her. "Me too, but I think it's the slightly cheaper one."
"I want to try the other as well. You too?" The girl wondered, getting a nod in return. She reached out to get a new glass and went to pour in some of it from the other bottle when it was suddenly snatched from her grip. Wonwoo got a hold of it, placing the glass closer to him before he let the liquid fill it up with a good amount.
"Don't pour yourself alcohol," he remarked before putting the glass back down in front of her.
She nodded. "Thank you." Just as she was about to hand it over to Mingyu, he brushed her off with a motion of his hand.
"You take a sip first." Not fighting him back on it, she brought the rim up to her lips, tilting it back until the slight bitter taste hit her tongue. She took a small sip, her face scrunching up a bit as she put the glass down again.
The '97 Liner reached out to get it. "Not good?" He chuckled at her expression.
"That tastes like the red wine I usually don't like," she stated, taking a big gulp from the glass of Coke Zero by her plate.
"Oh," Mingyu commented, "I like it." After having tasted it and going back to take another sip.
"Then you can keep it," she told him, face still scrunched up by the bitterness, getting another chuckle out of him and a brush over the top of her hair.
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Meal after meal was brought to their table, even more plates now filling even the smallest empty gaps. The members shared each pasta between them, handing over spoons full of each food they had ordered.
They all were very well surprised by the tastes their tongue got to explore, but one member seemed particularly happy. Vernon.
"It's so good."
"Wow, it's really nice."
"This is really good."
He kept on repeating, making the female member chuckle as she watched him closely.
She wasn't the only one to notice though. "He really likes spaghetti," Na PD pointed out, making the '98 Liner nod.
"I really like it."
"I haven't seen Vernon eat that well in a long time," Minnie commented, the corners of her lips still curled up.
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EP2-3. On the Bus
The members had found themselves back on the bus after their well-enjoyed lunch break. Now, all full and happy, they were making their way up to the North, to their next destination: Tuscany.
Knowing, the drive would take a good 3 hours, some had already leaned back, ready to enjoy the long drive. They were wondering what the house they'd stay at next would look like. Knowing the production team, they probably went all out. Minnie had engaged in a comfortable conversation with Yeongseok during their lunch in the episode before, making them get closer than they were before. The girl had started to realise that this trip truly wouldn't be like the 'Youth Over Flowers' she had watched before. They had talked about the other members, life in general, and just getting to know each other member. She was definitely starting to warm up to him quite a lot. Minnie had been a fan of the man and the shows he had done in the past for quite a while, so getting to know him personally was quite intimidating. But just like the idol group as well, Na PD was too kind-hearted to not like him. The whole production crew in general. In some aspects, Minnie could see the members in some of the producers. How they could turn out in a few years, personality-wise. With shared humour and traits, it was easy to get close to them. They were enjoying a holiday together after all.
"Iced Americano...," Yeongseok suddenly spoke up.
"I love it so much."
"Is so nice."
"Thank you so much." Came from different members as answers. They didn't know yet, that the drink wasn't being offered to them.
At this point, Na PD was just showing off, as they had found out. "I really like it, that's just what I said," he commented with a devilish smile already teasing his lips. Some of the members were getting quite desperate, and he noticed it, but it only amused the older man even more.
"But... there might be some members who like it, right?" He wondered teasingly.
"Like it?" Minnie wonders out loud, her head popping out from behind the seats of Wonwoo and Woozi. "Seungkwan breathes Iced Americano!" Getting a round of chuckles from the members, including Yeongseok.
"Oh, is that so?" He asked the younger member who just so happened to sit right behind him. "Well... if there are other members that like it... we brought 13 cups just in case."
The bus was immediately filled with groans of desperation and shock, everyone surprised by the kind gesture. Especially from the members who had been living life on the limit with the caffeine deficit they had been enduring over the past few days as the espresso they'd get in the city was not pleasing their tastebuds.
So, Na PD was holding onto 13 cups of coffee, but he wasn't just going to give them to each of the members, they had found out. The production crew came up with an 'S.Coups quiz' where the prize of each rightly-answered question would be one of the cups. At this point, you could feel the heated personalities of the members rise up and physically watch as the more competitive members sat up straighter in their seats. Minnie smirked.
"As a reference, we don't know the answers either," Yeongseok explained. "We need to do a video call and find out."
"Ooooh," Minnie whispered to herself.
After going through the rules one more time, the first question was thrown at them right away.
"'Coups' quiz!" Na PD called out, "Right now, what is S.Coups doing? In detail."
A few hands shot up immediately, but Mingyu was the first to also call out his name, therefore getting picked first.
"After dying his hair, he's at home," he simply answered.
The producer repeated his answer, making sure he got each detail correctly.
"After he finished dying his hair, he went home," the '97 Liner explained one more time.
"But I'm curious about what he's doing at home right now," Yeongseong told him, making a few more hands come up.
"Minnie!" The female member shouted out, getting picked next. "He's playing video games."
"And what kind of video games?" He nagged further.
The girl sighed out with a smile, "How am I supposed to know that? He plays a lot..."
"I need to know everything in detail," the man clarified one more time.
The next member to try and get the right answer was Vernon, who repeated Minnie's answer with a little addition.
"Computer game," he stated.
"Ah, computer game? And what game?"
With a groan, the '98 Liner leaned forward, tilting his head into the narrow walkway of the bus, holding onto the handles by the seat in front of him, where Wonwoo was sitting. The older member turned to the side with a smirk on his lips,
"LoL, LoL, LoL," he kept on repeating, trying to help the younger rapper. This didn't go unnoticed by the girl, who gasped once Vernon repeated what he had just been told.
"You cheater," she whispered at him as soon as his back hit the cushion of his seat again.
"Blame Wonwoo-hyung. He helped me," he defended himself, only getting a shake of her head from Minnie in return, her lips pressed together tightly.
Hoshi, Jun, Woozi, and Joshua gave their own ideas as well, desperately hoping their answer would be the right one. Before anyone else could even be picked, Mingyu shouted out to grab everyone's attention. He had caught Minghao texting Seungcheol and filmed him to have evidence in his hands. The dancer was thrown out of this round by Na PD, making the other members celebrate in glee.
Wonwoo, Dokyeom, Seungkwan, Dino, and Jeonghan were the last ones to drop their answer - Minghao was still too sulky to give his.
Seungkwan was the one who would get to call the leader via video call. He fixed his hair while waiting for the oldest member to pick up. Dokyeom was hoping he'd be on the toilet pooping. After a good minute of silence from the other end of the line, they were close to giving up on the call when Wonwoo chuckled out loud. He had found S.Coups' 'online' status on the Discord app. They decided to call him that way, but only to tell him to pick up the video call from the '98 Liner, so they'd be able to see him. After another try, they were finally met with his face on the phone screen in the younger member's hands. They briefly went over the quiz they were currently doing before getting to the question they all had been desperately waiting to ask him.
"What are you doing?"
"Right now? Playing games," he told them, getting a loud shout of glee from Vernon in the very back.
"I said that!" Minnie argued with the member next to her, hitting his shoulder as he was celebrating his not-yet-fixed win a little too much.
"What game?" Dokyeom raised his voice so the leader would be able to hear him.
Seungkwan repeated it. "What game exactly?"
"LoL."
That's when the girl scoffed out with an annoyed smirk, letting the boy to her right shout out in glee.
"I said LoL!" He proudly announced. The girl just shook her head. He was handed over his cup of Iced Americano and took a sip, followed by a happy sigh as he leaned back.
"I hate you so much right now," the girl joked, glancing over at the younger member.
Vernon chuckled, "You should've listened to Wonwoo when he said it."
"But he said it to you! He didn't even try to help me," she whined, the feeling of betrayal hitting her. "Unbelievable," she mumbled under her breath. The '98 Liner couldn't help but laugh at her.
Thankfully, they were quick to move on to the next question.
"It's 11pm in Korea right now," Na PD started again. "Coups is currently playing a lot of LoL. BUT... before he played LoL... what did Coups eat for dinner?"
Everyone immediately agreed that the answer to this would be too hard for them to guess. After all, there were at least a thousand different things he could've ordered or made. But still, Mingyu was, once again, the first one to guess, giving his answer with, "Chicken breasts!" The leader was on a diet after all. The maknae decided on him probably not eating anything at all since the '95 Liner would be filming his part of the 'God of Music' music video the following day.
Dokyeom, Jun, and Joshua followed right after, each giving a different answer. Hoshi went against Dino's idea and threw out that the oldest of the group enjoyed a heavy meal before starting to play his game. And Vernon was the last one to give his answer.
"Did everyone guess?" The producer wondered out loud, losing count of each of the members once again.
The idols started looking around the bus. The ones who didn't want to give an answer shook their head.
"Minnie hasn't said anything yet!" Vernon called out, earning himself a nudge to his ribs.
"Oh- noona! What's your answer?" The youngest leaned forward as he glimpsed to his left to get a look at the female member.
Yeongseok pushed himself up to glance at the very back of the bus. "Minnie-ya!" He shouted out for her, "What do you think?"
"I don't want to say anything!" She whined back, still sulky from the moment between Vernon and Wonwoo.
"Ah- don't be like that," Na PD sighed. "You know S.Coups well, right?"
"I don't know," she shrugged, "Naengmyeon."
"Naengmyeon?!" The producer raised his voice in confusion, followed by the other members who did the same.
"Never mind," Dino shook his head, "She takes that back." His remark got a few chuckles from the others.
Seungkwan turned around, "But he has a shoot tomorrow."
"Well, maybe he wanted to treat himself before work. He likes naengmyeon," she argued back, looking over the seats in front of her.
"No... I don't think so," Mingyu muttered, daring to take a quick peek over to the side, where she was already glaring at him.
"Not everyone can enjoy a boring diet like yours," she threw at him, making Vernon laugh and push her back by her shoulders.
"No fighting, kids!" Na PD demanded with a smile and a shake of his head, mumbling something inaudible under his breath. "Let's find out."
That time, Jeonghan was handed the phone to call the leader. Within only a few rings, he picked up the second video call.
"Oh, Jeonghan-ah," S.Coups greeted the second oldest of the group, his eyes switching between looking at the phone screen and his computer.
"Hey, Coups. What did you eat for dinner?" He got straight to the point.
"For dinner?" Cheol wondered out loud. "Ehm... I had... Naengmyeon."
"Naengmyeon!" Jeonghan repeated it louder to let everyone hear. Loud gasps filled the bus in an instant.
Minnie shot up from her seat, "REALLY?!"
"You really ate naengmyeon?" Dokyeom couldn't believe the answer the leader had given them. "Why did you eat naengmyeon when you have the music video filming tomorrow?"
Vernon, still surprised by the actual answer, scooted forward in his seat. "Why are you eating naengmyeon?" All while Minnie was looking at the phone Jeonghan was still holding up with a big smile on her face.
A few more exclaims fell from the members, clearly stunned by the meal choice of the oldest member before Jeonghan tried to hang up the phone.
"Wait-," the leader called out, "Jeonghan. What do you think of my dyed hair?"
The '95 Liner grinned, "Pretty, pretty!" He lifted the hand that was clutching onto the phone, "Guys, Coups' hair is pretty, right?" Of course, he got each member to agree with hums, nods, and words directed to the leader.
"Oppa, your hair looks so pretty!" Minnie shouted out happily, "Thank you for eating naengmyeon!"
"What did she say?" The oldest chuckled, moving closer to the screen with scrunched eyebrows.
Jeonghan chuckled, "She says your hair is pretty and thanked you for eating naengmyeon."
"Did she get it right?" To which the other member nodded. "You're welcome, Minnie-ya!"
"He says 'you're welcome'!" The singer turned around in his seat, his eyes immediately on the grinning girl, who sent a dramatic flying kiss in his direction. Vernon pulled her down with an amused shake of his head.
A few 'goodbyes' back and forth later, the video call ended.
"So, Minnie-ya!" Na PD called out for the female member, "You really got it right!"
"I know!" Grinning from ear to ear, Minnie's smile could've lit up a dark room instantly.
"Well done," Woozi nodded to himself, "I would've never thought he'd eat that while dieting."
Wonwoo glanced at his fellow '96 Liner, "Me neither."
"Noona apparently really knows Coups-hyung the best," Dino commented, watching the grin not leaving her lips.
"Seems like it," Dokyeom agreed.
"You deserved it. Enjoy the Iced Americano!" The producer congratulated her, handing over the cold plastic cup to the back, each member passing it further until it reached Vernon, who tried to take a sip.
A smack to his arm stopped him, "What are you doing?" The girl smiled at him, getting a chuckle in return as he finally handed her her prize.
"Thank youuuu!" She shouted one more time before bringing the coffee up to her lips, a smile still plastered on her face.
In true Seventeen fashion, they came up with a deal next. Agreeing, that the S.Coups quiz might be too hard, for some, they asked for an Italy trivia quiz instead. As Na PD was very knowledgeable in the culture and history, having been here before, he let himself get dragged into the agreement. Minnie already knew she'd prefer to stay in the background, happily sipping on her coffee while she watched the chaos unfold right in front of her.
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Only when it suddenly turned into a quiz just for Dino, Minnie's ears perked up.
"Listen to the question first. Just think about it," Yeongseok told the maknae, who had moved slightly forward, now sitting at the edge of his seat. "What word refers to the world-famous first division of professional Italian soccer?" The members were quick to agree that the question was easy to answer, but the youngest just nodded along mindlessly.
Na PD tried to encourage him, promising that he'd be able to get to answer while looking for others to do the same. He called out Dokyeom, who was smiling at him, expecting him to support the '99 Liner, when instead, he suddenly shouted out the correct answer.
"Serie A!"
"W-Why are you saying it?" The producer laughed out loud, the rest of the group joining him, glancing back at the '97 Liner who started to apologise, not having realised he wasn't supposed to actually answer the given question.
"Oh..." Dino sat up straighter, "Is that the answer?"
Na PD couldn't help but laugh warmly at the maknae. "This-... He doesn't even know what it is!"
"No, I thought it was Paris Saint-Germain," he explained. The entire bus filled with laughter.
The girl whipped her head to the right, getting a chuckle from Vernon, who was already clutching his stomach from the antics of the other members.
"That's the of a team!"
"That's a team from Paris!" Vernon and Minnie laughed out loud together, the younger member finding more humour in the situation while the girl looked genuinely concerned, her eyebrows scrunched together and her lips slightly agape.
Mingyu patted Dino's shoulder, "That's in Paris!"
"It's Paris!" Vernon hit his thigh, raising his voice slightly.
"Dino-ya-" Minnie started, but was interrupted.
"Wait, wait-" the youngest stopped everyone around him, "Isn't Italy part of Europe?"
The '98 Liner could barely hold himself together anymore, nudging his elbow into the maknae's side, laughing out loud as if he was gasping for air. In shock, Minnie leaned back into her chair. The rapper looked over, finding her covering her mouth with a hand and closing her eyes to take a deep breath. It only made him laugh harder.
"Is he serious?" She asked him, chuckling at how he was barely holding on. "Is this real?" She shook her head, leaning over to pat the '99 Liner's thigh. "Dino-ya," he turned his head to meet her eye, "Paris Saint-Germain is a team from Paris. Paris is a city in France. Both Italy and France are in Europe, but one thing doesn't have to do anything with the other."
"Aaaah, really?" He nodded his head. At least somebody was educating this man.
With a defeated look, Minnie let herself fall back against the cushion. A quick peek to the side made her chuckle as Vernon was already looking at her with a grin plastered on his face.
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EP2-4. Today's chefs, SEVENTEEN!
The bus went on for another hour or two that was spent quietly as each member focused on themselves. Most eyes were focused on the passing landside, and others were trained on their phones. Minnie managed to catch a quick nap of only a few minutes but it definitely helped to let the time pass.
"We're arriving at the supermarket in 20 minutes," Na PD announced. "Think about what we're going to eat today."
"Who wants to go to the supermarket?" Seungkwan questioned the room.
Mingyu was quick to react, "I want to go!"
"Me too," the '98 Liner added.
As Dino was the manager who was holding onto all of the pocket money the group had received, he wondered, "Should I go?" The members agreed.
The eyes of the biggest member drifted to the other side of the bus, "Minnie-ya," catching the attention of the girl. "Do you want to go too?" Knowing she'd actually be of big help in the grocery store as the designated members would only be able to converse in English in emergencies.
She nodded with a smile, "Yeah, sure."
"Minnie, Mingyu, Seungkwan, Dino," Wonwoo counted out loud, making the rest of the group nod. It was a good choice of members that would buy fun stuff, good stuff, but still responsibly.
Now that they had the chosen buyers that would hit the supermarket, the next decision would be what they'd even want to buy. What would be on the menu for the evening? It didn't take long to agree on the cuisine: Korean. None of them had the energy or confidence at that point to recreate any of the meals they were gifted during their lunch break. They knew they could cook something Korean, they just hoped they'd find the right ingredients.
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The four got off the bus, heading over to get a cart first.
"Woah... it looks like an American Supermarket," the girl commented, following the '98 Liner who had already spotted the carts.
Inside, they immediately started looking for the meat section. They found the counter, with a woman and a man behind it, who was already looking at them as they got closer. Their eyes drifted over each meat they offered, trying to find something them and the others would enjoy. Minnie didn't get to say anything before Mingyu started talking to the employee, pointing at the raw meat he had found.
"Is that pork belly?" The girl wondered, stopping by his right, glancing at the butcher who was cutting it into thick pieces.
The rapper shrugged, "I think. It looks like it." They also found some pork neck, asking the man to cut some for them as well.
Next: Chicken. Just further down, they found more meat in individual coolers. Seungkwan reached out for one plastic-wrapped carton.
"Doesn't this look like chicken breast?" The maknae wondered.
Mingyu reached out to grab it, taking a closer look. "Isn't it intestines?" At the mention, Minnie's face scrunched up in disgust. She wasn't vegetarian, but she had her limits. "Do you know?" He looked down at her.
Taking a small step closer to his side, he held up the package for her. "Petto Pollo Coop? Pollo means chicken ...," she told the group. "And I'm pretty sure Petto means chest. But I don't know about Coop"
"Are you sure?" Seungkwan asked her, but her nod was hesitant.
"Like... 90%, yeah."
"That's good enough," Mingyu tossed it into the cart without another word, before leaning down into the cooler to get more. "Let's buy a lot of this."
At their stop in the seafood section, the girl stood back, letting the guys decide as she was the last person to ask when it came to a meal including anything from the ocean. The other members locked their eyes on some salmon and just decided to take a few more packages of it, not caring about anything else from that side of the supermarket.
They hit the vegetables and frozen foods section next, making a quick stop at a small stall that held freshly made warm chicken they could buy.
"The members would like this," they commented.
During their time in the drinks department, they noticed just how quickly the cart was filling up.
"The members drink a lot of Pepsi, right?" Seungkwan chuckled at the sight of multiple bottles and cans they had thrown in.
Minnie laughed, crossing her arms in front of her chest, "They need their caffeine." Knowing she was one of said members.
"Underwear," the '98 Liner suddenly remembered. "Underwear for the members.
"Oh, right," Mingyu nodded, "We have slippers, but we need to buy underwear." In the aisle, the girl split from the other guys as female underwear was on the other end of the line, having to look for it herself. Her fellow '97 Liner noticed her sudden absence, walking over to where she was standing.
"Did you find something?" He wondered.
Minnie nodded, holding up her hand that was clinging onto two hangers, each with a bra, while in her other she was holding a few three-sets of underwear. Without asking, Mingyu reached out, getting everything out of her grip as he noticed her eyes were still searching for something. She let go of it easily, knowing better than to fight his stubborn head when it came to carrying things for her.
"What are you looking for?" He asked her, walking along with her as she took slow steps down the aisle.
"A bikini."
"You mean a swimsuit?"
Minnie chuckled with a roll of her eyes, glancing up at him, a knowing grin on her lips. "Whatever I can find. But preferably a bikini."
A few steps to the right, he stopped right in front of something he had found. "What about this?" He nudged his head towards the shelves. With raised eyebrows, the girl walked over, wondering what he had seen that she could want. As soon as her eyes fixed on it, she stopped in her tracks. A wetsuit. Of course.
"Funny," she jokingly glared at him, getting a chuckle out of him in return.
"I'm serious," he shrugged, knowing damn well that girl wasn't about to buy a wetsuit to wear to the pool they would have at the next place.
Minnie shook her head, her lips still curled to a smile. "No, I think I'll go with this one." Walking back to take what she had located earlier off the rack. "But thank you for your opinion."
She held it up, watching Mingyu just turn around, ready to join the others again. The female member jogged a bit to catch up with him, giggling at his antics.
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On their way to the register, they passed a snack aisle, stopping there for a bit to roam around, throwing anything that looked somewhat good into their cart. Crisps, gummies, literally anything. Minnie was the only one, who pushed them towards the fruits that were lined up against the wall of the grocery store. She got a few bananas and apples, still thinking about somehow evening out their intake of unhealthy snacks - it was a bad habit of hers that was hard to get rid of.
They had texted the other members early, once they got in line, so they'd come to help them with the almost insane amount of bags filled with food, clothes, and ingredients. Only 40 minutes later, they were outside and back on the bus again.
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Minnie fell into another quick nap on the bus as the darkness illuminated by the warm street lights made her even sleepier than she already was. She only realised they had arrived when groans and hollers of happiness filled the confined space.
The group got off the bus and made their way forward towards the house, some had offered to carry the boxes and bags from the grocery store along with them. Minnie was one of the last ones in line as they finally got to the old-fashioned farmhouse.
Entering it felt like almost jumping into a new universe. Old stones and ancient furniture with an Italian touch surrounded them.
"Wow...," the girl gasped as soon as she walked it, trying to take in every corner she passed. "This is so beautiful... oh my God..." The members who were in front of her agreed, each one of them not able to grasp the beauty of the building they'd be staying in for the next few days. Every detail was so simple yet so pretty, the stones on the wall adding to the vintage feeling of the house. It was old, yet cosy and warm. It felt inviting.
The house had enough bedrooms for the members to share, some holding two beds, some having three. But who would get to sleep in which one, they'd decide through a game of 'Rock-Paper-Scissors'.
"It doesn't really matter here because all of them are nice," Woozi commented, making Minnie, who was standing next to him nod in agreement.
Once it was her turn to choose a room, she started roaming around again, taking a peek into each one to see what members had already occupied which ones. The two rooms right by the front door were the last ones she'd get to look at. She walked to the one on her left first.
"Oh, noona!" Dino greeted her with a big smile. Mingyu came back out from the attached bathroom, glancing at the girl.
"You guys are here?" She wondered, to which the two members nodded. "Alright." Without another word, she exited it again, walking across the floor to the other one.
"Hello?" She called out into the, what seemed to be an empty, room. When she didn't get an answer back, she shrugged and threw the tote bag, which Jeonghan had bought for each member back in Rome, on the double bed. Only a second later, she let her body fall onto the mattress, a pleasant groan tumbling from her lips. She let her eyes close for a split second before some of the other guys suddenly appeared in her doorway.
"Do you guys already have a bed?"
Dokyeom nodded, "I'm sharing a room with Jeonghannie-hyung," he told her.
"And I'm with Vernon and Woozi," Hoshi told her, making her nod.
They were quick to walk back into their individual rooms again and Minnie decided to take a look at the bathroom, whose door was against the same wall as the bed.
"Where's a bed that's left?" The last member of the game, Wonwoo, shouted through the house. He walked into the room that was closest to him on his right. The room that Minghao and Jun shared.
"I think Minnie's alone in her room," the '97 Liner stated as soon as he saw the older member enter.
"Where's her room?" He asked them, turning around without waiting for an answer. "Minnie-ya?" His loud voice bounced off the old walls as he continued walking through the living room, towards the entrance door.
"What?" She called back, walking out of the bathroom again, towards the door to her room, stepping out to see what was going on. Her eyes met Wonwoo's, who was taking quick steps up to her
"Minghao said you have a bed left," he explained. Minnie nodded, a yawn suddenly coming up, making her cover her mouth. She walked back inside.
"You can share it with me," she spoke through the sign of sleepiness, making the rapper chuckle. The female member sat down on the bed, watching the '96 Liner put his stuff onto the chair in the corner. She leaned back to get a hold of her bag.
"Can you put my stuff there too? Please." She asked, handing him the tote bag to collect all of their clothes and personal items in one place.
The two decided to walk back outside, finding some of the boxes the members had left in the living room that were filled with ingredients that would be more suitable in the kitchen. Just as they went to pick them up and make their way downstairs, Hoshi joined the duo.
"Are you going to the kitchen?" He wondered, looking at Wonwoo who nodded at him before his eyes fell on the girl, who was carrying one of the boxes that was clearly way too heavy. "Oh- wait, give that to me."
"No, no, it's okay," she brushed him off.
"No, let me help you," he argued back, winning the fight as she let go of the carton, choosing to follow him in silence down the stairs, where their maknae greeted them. As soon as they reached the ground floor, Dino walked over to the performance leader, taking over in carrying the heavy box.
"Hyung!" Minnie chuckled at the scene in front of her, "You said you wanted to help me."
"But our maknae is so strong, how could I say no," he defended himself with a grin, making the girl shake her head.
"I worked out," Dino proudly announced with a big smile on his lips, getting all three of the members to chuckle sweetly.
They put everything on the kitchen island before going through each item individually. Minnie took a second to look around the room.
"This... this really looks like a dream house. And a dream kitchen."
"I know," Mingyu agreed, "I said to Dino this is the perfect height for a counter," before turning around, "And the stove is really good too."
The female member looked down at the surface, her hands brushing over the wood, "Really pretty."
"This is egg," her fellow '97 Liner announced, handing the item over to the youngest who was standing by an open fridge door.
"Eggs. Multiple," Minnie chuckled. She didn't correct the other members' English very often, but every now and then, she would decide that a remark was more important. Just like now.
"Eggs," Mingyu repeated, continuing to go through their groceries. "This is- OH, ice cream. Ice cream, ice cream," his tone suddenly became rushed. "Come on yo, come on yo!" The girl couldn't help but laugh at her members.
"Emergency, emergency!" Dino played into it, repeating the words over and over again while finding a place for the item in the freezer.
"You guys are weird," she mumbled under her breath with a smile, collecting the bags of salad Wonwoo and Hoshi were placing on the counter.
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The rest of the group had started to come together in the kitchen, circling the island. Everyone but Jun and Vernon as they had found comfort on the couch and their bed, motion sickness from the drive slowly catching up with them.
"Then, I will start," Mingyu, the main cook of the group announced. "We just need to grill the meat, chop the ingredients and set it up." He pointed at Dokyeom, "You need to make the stew, right?"
His fellow '97 Liner nodded, "Yeah, I'll make the stew."
Hoshi, who already had his mouth full of snacks, spoke up. "There can't be too many chefs. You two be the main chefs," he decided. "Tell us if you need anything." The others agreed, knowing that too many members would just cause chaos they didn't need.
"Okay!" Mingyu exclaimed, rolling up his already short sleeves, "Let's move quickly."
Dokyeom and Minnie had gathered at the corner of the kitchen island, eyeing the meat they had bought.
"I will do about four strips of pork," the singer clarified, "Four stripes." Glancing over at the rapper of the '97 Line, hoping to get his opinion.
He nodded, "Four strips would be good."
"What can I help you guys with? Anything I can cut up?" The girl wondered, but before DK could say anything, Mingyu shook his head.
"No, it's okay."
"But I want to help," she argued, walking over to the man by the stove. "Tell me what I can do."
He turned around, pointing straight forward. At the table. "Sit there."
The female member rolled her eyes and smacked his arm, "Stop, I'm serious." Watching him move around to gather everything he'd need. "I can hand you pots or something. A cooking spoon?"
"No," Mingyu shook his head with a chuckle, "I really don't need help."
"I could-" Not even letting her finish, the rapper grabbed her by the shoulders and moved her forward, stopping by the kitchen island.
"Just stay right here." He told her before going back to the fried rice he would be preparing on the stove.
Minnie sighed in defeat, taking her place next to Wonwoo and Minghao, who were focused on DK and Dino on the other side of the island.
"Dokyeom-ah, can I help you with something?" She moved on to the next member, but he had already caught up on the conversation that happened behind him merely a few seconds ago.
"No, Minnie-ya. But thank you for offering."
Bored out of her mind, the female member waltzed through the room, looking around the walls and vintage display case in one of the corners. After that didn't seem to fill her boredom anymore, she stopped by the table. Wonwoo was already sitting on a chair on the left side of it.
"You need to leave the cooking to the ones who cook well," he stated, noticing the silence from the girl after she was practically thrown out of the kitchen.
"But I can cook as well," Minnie whined, "Or at least help." She took a deep breath in, "But I agree, you really shouldn't cook." Making both of them chuckle in unison.
"If I put my hands on it... not delicious," he stated, making the female member laugh with a nod.
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She spent most of the rest of the time by the dining table, taking a few glances back at the kitchen, internally hoping, she'd get something to do. That's when her gaze fell on Mingyu, who just stood by the kitchen island... when he was supposed to be the one to cook. With scrunched eyebrows, she got up from the chair, making her way over to where more members had gathered together. That's when she saw it. Minghao had replaced the rapper's position by the stove.
She gasped quietly, "You let Hao help, but not me?" Minnie glared up at the man in front of her, who shook his head.
"Minnie-ya...," he sighed, meeting her eyes as she crossed her arms in front of her chest.
"Maybe you should live with him," she mumbled, a pout evident on her lips.
"Stop being like that," He reached out to get a hold of her arm, but she moved away swiftly. Only that she had forgotten about his much longer legs and arms. With a big step forward, he was able to grab her gently by her upper arm, pulling her to turn back around, facing him now.
"Do you really think I cook bad?" She asked him immediately, gazing up at him with her lips almost quivering. Mingyu could tell her sleepiness was catching up with her as this wouldn't be her usual behaviour. His eyes softened. He chuckled and shook his head,
"No, I don't think you cook bad. But can you please just sit back and relax. You fell asleep on the bus twice. Just rest for now." Pointing at the table, where Jeonghan was sitting now. She had already sighed too many times to count anymore.
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At some point during their food preparations, Minnie had gotten up and rushed up the stairs to get her own zip-up hoodie, the same one Seungkwan had surprised them with. Once she was back downstairs again, the table was fully set, and the members were getting ready to sit down. The seat by the corner, next to of the dining table, right next to the main vocalist was kept free, suggesting that she could claim it for herself.
"It's comfortable, right?" Seugnkwan asked her as soon as she sat down, seeing the black hoodie engulfing her body.
The female member nodded with a smile, rubbing her hands up and down her arms, "It's really warm."
Each of them was able to put on their plate whatever their heart desired, they had enough options. Dokyeom's stew, Mingyu's meat and fried rice, the salad Dino made, along with the already cooked chicken they bought in the supermarket, as well as other small things they heated up during their cooking.
Once a spoon of the stew hit her tongue, the girl groaned in pleasure, "Woah...," she sighed, "Even on the other side of the world, Korean food still tastes so good." Getting a nod from the members next to her. "Well done, Dokyeom."
The singer grinned, "Thank you, Minnie, I'm glad you like it."
The members ate well, even if they didn't think they would, recalling their big lunch only a few hours ago. But with the variety they had, none of them could say no. Minnie filled her plate with some rice, along with the Salad the others didn't touch, due to the yellow mustard Dino had used instead of honey mustard, but the girl didn't mind.
"At least someone likes the salad," the maknae commented, noticing the girl eating it. With a piece of it in her mouth, she giggled, covering the lower half of her face.
"It's still good, Dino," nodding at him reassuringly, "You did very well."
The maknae smiled proudly, going back to finishing his own plate of food.
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After the last member decided they couldn't put another piece of anything on the table into their mouths, the time for cleaning up arrived. Usually, the group would play a quick game to decide on the roles, but for that evening they just agreed to do it all together. Woozi and Hoshi would be in charge of washing the dishes, while the others would be cleaning up the table and collecting trash.
"What are you going to do with the leftover nuggets?" Wonwoo wondered while most of them were gathered around the table, cleaning the plates and throwing away the remains of what they had just eaten.
"We can wrap them up and put them in the fridge," Minnie suggested, holding onto two plates, on her way to get them to the sink.
"Wrap them in plastic?" He asked further.
The girl nodded, "Yeah, I'll do it here," nodding at the now almost empty counter.
"Wrap them in plastic. Wrap them in your rap," Dokyeom just spat out.
Wonwoo chuckled at the comment, "Should I?" Not even waiting for an answer, he already started, on his way into the kitchen. "YO!"
Minnie, who came back to gather the nuggets from his hold, stopped to laugh, pushing him away from her with a slight shove.
"Oooh, nice, nice!" Joshua complimented him.
"What was that?" She chuckled along with the others. The rapper only shook his head, moving her to walk back towards the kitchen island with a hand on her back.
"What's with Wonwoo's form?" The '95 Liner wondered, still laughing along with Dokyeom.
"He really is a Hip-Hop-Unit member," Minnie commented, earning her a nudge to her side, but a round of chuckles from the guys by the table. She had found the cling foil and was about to cut a piece off it, the box of nuggets already in front of her.
"Ah..." Wonwoo sighed, "This is too big to wrap it up in my rap."
The female member shook her head again, "Stop," she couldn't hold back a giggle.
"I think we need to use Coups' rap," he explained to Dokyeom, who exclaimed his disappointment, continuing the joke.
A grin tickled Minnie's lips at the comment that came to her head. "Because he's a better rapper than you?" She teased, looking up once she heard a gasp from her fellow '97 Liner, but silence from her dormmate.
"Wow..." he met her eyes as she bit down on her lips, trying not to break into a fit of laughter. "Wow..." Wonwoo just repeated while Dokyeom was already crouching over from laughing right behind them.
Minghao, who was just on his way over to them had stopped in his tracks, "Did she say he's a better rapper than you?" With wide eyes, he glanced at the two. "Did you really?"
"I'm sorry," Minnie shyly admitted, reaching out to place her hands on the rapper's arm. Was she, though? Not really.
The reaction it got out of the members made it definitely worth it. Sometimes, they'd forget the sharp tongue the female member was born with.
"I just wanted to say because he's louder," the '96 Liner looked down at the '97 Liners who were chortling together. "Thank you."
"I'm sorry!" She laughed, wrapping her arms around his frame, her face squished up against his chest. "You're right, he's only a louder rapper than you."
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you're so quick with these asks omg it's so admirable!! i was wondering if i could get a klaus x reader where reader is extremely sensitive and klaus yells at them one day and they go off crying and klaus feels terrible and does everything he can to make it up to them?
Forgive me?
Klaus was having an awful day. Witches had been attacking the Mikaelsons all week and he ended up being abducted and tortured before killing each and every last witch.
He stormed up the stairs past my room, i could see him covered in blood, clearly still in some sort of pain so i went to help. I opened his door and slowly approached him as he sat with his head in his hands
“hey, you okay?” i asked softly reaching out to touch his arm
“just go away y/n.” he replied gruffly
“you’re still hurt, i can i help-“
“i said go away!” he spoke a little louder his hands gripping my arms to the point where it began to hurt
“Klaus i’m just trying to hel-“
“I DON’T WANT YOUR HELP! so get out.” his face was centimetres away from mine, his eyes gold and veins beneath them, i could feel the tears welling in my eyes and i glanced down at where he was still grabbing me. He did too and noticed the red marks on my skin, he instantly let go and looked back at me. I quickly left the room and went back to my own locking the door behind me and curling into my bed.
i tried to sniff back the tears as i rubbed my arms down and hugged myself to try fall asleep. I could hear Klaus smashing things a few doors down but decided it was best to stay out his way.
i avoided him from that day afraid to push him off the edge with his temper. It was rare that he would show his temper when i was around, he knew it upset me so i normally stayed out the way.
it had been nearly a week, i spoke to him a little when he made small talk or i was talking to Rebekah and he joined the conversation. He didn’t seem particularly bothered that we weren’t talking which just made me feel worse, would he notice if i didn’t acknowledge him altogether?
So i didn’t for a week and a half before he said anything
“is this still about that night? honestly y/n don’t you think it’s getting a little pathetic? i’m over it already, you should be to” his eyes rolled and his arms were crossed as though he were a moody child. I decided against saying anything and simply walked back upstairs. i heard him sigh before his footsteps became distant
The next morning there was a box outside my bedroom door, i took it and opened it on my bed, inside was a necklace, it was clearly expensive, never even touched i reluctantly and felt how heavy it was further proving its worth. I sighed and put the lid back on the box and walked down to Klaus’s room, i put it by his door and went out for the day.
As soon as i got in i could feel his presence, his eyes were on me as i entered my room to find it filled with flowers, bouquets of roses,peonies tulips and growing sunflowers by the window. I felt the air rush beside me and two hands were on my shoulders
“do you like it?” he asked, the hope in his voice made me wanna hug him but he didn’t understand that although it’s an excellent surprise or present, but it’s not an apology
“it’s lovely Klaus but…i don’t want your gifts or your money” his warmth left me and he took a step back
“what do you want then!? A bloody parade??” his tone was harsh and demanding making my eyes drop to the floor
“i didn’t mean to say it like that” he whispered trying to catch my eye but u just walked into the plant infested room
This continued for a few days before eventually i woke up without an ‘apology gift’. I went about my day and everything was normal until i got back to the compound
there were fairy lights everywhere and i could smell something cooking, i put my bag down quietly and wondered to the dining room, the table was set for two places and soft jazz music in the background
i walked a little further to the kitchen to see Klaus dishing up whatever he had made. i leaned against the doorframe and watched the domestic scene play out, his body swaying a little to the music while he rushed about to find which bottle of wine he wanted. Once he had position the plates on one of his arms and the wine glasses in another and the bottle nearly slipping as he tried to hold it against himself, he looked up to see me fighting a laugh
“how long have you been there” he said as a blush crawled up his neck
“not long why? afraid i’d see you dancing?” he gave a nervous laugh and walked towards the next room, i move out his way as he put everything down where it needed to be
“planning a date?” i asked with a tilt of my head, a small pang of jealousy hit me as i swallowed it down
“um..kind of…no?…it’s an apology dinner..date…thing…” i smiled a little as i watched him play with his hands
“an apology?” i asked and he nodded pulling my seat out which i took with a ‘thank you’. He sat in his chair and picked up his fork, we both got halfway through our meals before he said anything
“i’m sorry” he spoke quietly and took a sip of his drink to avoid eye contact
“for?”
“yelling…and…and grabbing you. And then being or talking aggressively”
“and trying to buy my forgiveness?”
“well that actually seemed like a good idea at the time but i suppose i’m sorry for that too”
we looked at each other for a minute before i broke into a smile and took another bite of my food
“i forgive you but only because you look cute in your apron” he looked down and noticed he was still wearing it. His hands rubbed his face as he laughed
“bloody hell” he groaned and i laughed
“i’m serious you look adorable i mean just A-dor-a-ble”
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,, ✿ { florist!au — choi jongho
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✧ florist!jongho is a beautiful concept my fellow simps
✧ he fits his little shop !! so well !!
✧ well organized sections of all different types of flowers fill the space to the brim
✧ and there he stands in the midst of the fragrance, the picture of perfection in his casual but unbelievably crisp and clean outfit
✧ he always wears nice button-ups with slacks or jeans and often has a brown apron over it all as he makes boquets
✧ he’s known for his very classy, crisp, yet unique arrangements
✧ which is why he’s very popular for weddings
✧ honestly most of his time and work goes into weddings ever since he was hired by a fairly popular wedding-planning company
✧ your situation is quite similar to his, in fact your baked goods catering was popularized by that same company, yes, at the same wedding
✧ and what really stood out about that first wedding you worked at together was the very specific theme of the couple
✧ everything was centered around tulips
✧ and of course you both went all out ot match that theme
✧ honestly, for jongho it was a bit easier because he was able to straight up use tulips in all of his arrangements
✧ but you on the other hand made a wide range of tulip shaped treats and detailed icing decorations of tulips on others
✧ and without the two of you ever actually meeting, your dessert table was a perfect match to his flower arrangements in terms of color palette and all of that
✧ they were matching so well that the gorgeous wedding went decently viral online and everyone thought that the two of you worked together
✧ so people tried contacting the wedding planners to ask about “who did the flowers and desserts?” and they all walk away a bit disappointed because you two are completely separate in what you do
✧ of course, you both are aware of this, but you don’t really do anything about it because like
✧ you were both working and it’s just a coincident that your arrangements matched so well
✧ but the next wedding you work at, you somehow find out that the “flower guy” is the same as the last one
✧ this time you actually do see each other, as you end up setting up your work around the same time
✧ yet, neither of you say anything past a polite hello when he sets up his flowers on your dessert table
✧ you definitely can’t help but notice that he’s very handsome
✧ and that once again, though it’s not as obvious as the last wedding, your dessert and his flowers look very cohesive
✧ and honestly it just keeps happening over and over again
✧ so because you run into each other so frequently the teo of you begin chatting and getting to know each other just a bit more at each wedding as set-up happens
✧ and at one wedding, he grabs one of your business cards off of your table while you’re away because he’s become increasingly interested in (and attracted to) you
✧ later that night he takes a good look at the card and realizes almost right away that your little bakery is just a block away from his flower shop
✧ so after a few days of serious debate in his head of whether or not it would be weird to show up at your workplace
✧ his desire to see you outside of a wedding venue wins him over, and he pops into your bakery before he goes to open up his own shop
✧ for you, it’s a very pleasant surprise because you too are definitely attracted to him
✧ when you ask him what brings him here, he gets all flustered, barely able to explain that he noticed that your shop is close to his
✧ so you’re all intrigued like oh! where’s your store?
✧ he tells you and you’re like omg! i’ve always wanted to visit that one, it’s so pretty! i didn’t know it was yours
✧ he thanks you bashfully before asking what baked good you recommend
✧ and you tell him your favorite is the cinnamon rolls, but that you think he’d like the savory scones more
✧ and he’s very curious how you figured that out, because he doesn’t like sweets generally
✧ he doesn’t know that you overheard him telling that to someone at a wedding about a month ago
✧ he ends up ordering a cheddar and chive scone, and when he takes the bag from you, he can tell it’s still warm, fresh out of the oven
✧ only until he leaves and tries the treat does he truly realize all the hype behind your baking
✧ obviously you’re a very popular baker for weddings, you’ve got to be good
✧ but this scone is on another level
✧ the next thing the he knows, he’s visiting your bakery several times a week for breakfast before opening his shop or during his lunch break
✧ you get to know each other better each passing day
✧ and somehow neither of you can catch each other’s hints that you like each other
✧ he brings you small bouquets to brighten up your shop
✧ and you’ll pack extra little goods into his orders
✧ but you remain friends until a few months later, you’re setting up another wedding together
✧ and the caterers for the main meal are being absolutely awful to you, blaming you for a tray falling when you were halfway across the room, passing rude comments about your work, and knocking over one of your displays
✧ jongho has just about finished setting up his flowers in the main room when he hears a tray clattering to the floor and your sharp gasp
✧ he runs over and immediately asks if you’re okay and starts picking up cookies with you
✧ you nod but he can see unshed tears of frustration in your eyes
✧ he knows you don’t want him to draw attention to that though, so he just helps you to clean everything up then insists on helping you set up the rest of the dessert table
✧ unfortunately, he has to wrap up his own work in the foyer
✧ so he bids you a very gentle goodbye so you don’t have to spend more time with the other rude workers
✧ but every chance he gets after you leave, he’s constantly sending death glares to the catering personelle
✧ and late that night when the wedding guests have cleared out and you have to return to collect your catering supplies
✧ you’re surprised to see jongho inside, because he never has to return to retrieve his flowers
✧ but he gives you a soft smile as you approach him as if he was waiting for you
✧ you ask him why he’s there, and he simply tells you that he felt like coming to help you pack up
✧ you can’t imagine why he’d do that, it’s not as if he would get paid, so you tell him that he really didn’t have to do that
✧ but he shrugs because he’s already here, you might as well just accept his help
✧ you relent because he’s right, but also because a part of you is beyond relieved that he’s here
✧ when you came back, you expected to be berated by the other catering team again and after everything that happened before, you were quite worried
✧ but jongho’s presence is comforting to you, and to your relief, no one bothers you once
✧ when the two of you leave the venue, you expect to part ways with him, but rather than allowing you to take the large bag he was carrying for you, he takes it straight to his car
✧ you jog after him, ready to ask what he’s doing
✧ but before you get a word in, he asks a question to confirm his plans
✧ “you’re taking the bus right?”
✧ you nod, so he opens up his trunk and places the bag he was carrying into his car, then takes the rest from your hands without a word
✧ only after he closes his trunk does he calm your protests, telling you to hop in the front because there’s no way he’s letting you take the bus alone this late at night with so much to carry
✧ relenting, you sigh and get into his car, secretly very glad at his extra offer to help
✧ the drive to your bakery is mostly quiet, but comfortably so
✧ he opens the car door for you then does the bulk of the work of moving your supplies back into your shop
✧ then you find yourself standing face to face with him outside, ready to bid him a final goodbye for the night
✧ “let me drive you home,” he says
✧ you protest once again, telling him he’s already done too much for you tonight
✧ but he insists, “i want to. please, let me drive you home.”
✧ the sincerity of his words surprises you, but with a quickly beating heart, you nod and get into his car for a second time that night
✧ in front of your apartment, there just may have been a whispered confession of love that flowed from his mouth, both reckless and thoughtful at the same time, and another that came from your lips in the shape of a soft kiss to his cheek
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Omg I’ve been reading your blurbs recently and they are so sweet and cute and just makes my heart go 🥺
I have one idea, based off of a tiktok I saw. GF!reader asking Eddie what the equivalent of flowers are to guys and he asks if flowers are acceptable, when she says yes he says that he likes flowers and like next day reader gets him the most punk type of flowers and gives it to him.
You are so sweet thank you 🥹that is my whole goal to make peeps hearts go crazy with 💗🥹
Sorry this took long I really wanted to do my research….. flowers at the bottom
so after Eddie said that flowers here acceptable he didn’t think much of it. Then the next day comes and you bring him a beautiful bouquet of many dark flowers. He asks with a shaking voice “Oh w-who are those f-from” poor baby boy thought another man got you flowers. “um from me…..they are for you” you say handing them to him. He starts to tear up no one has ever got him flowers before let alone any romantic. Is one flower sticks out to him “What’s this one” “Ah thought you like that one that’s a bat flower” “Sick” he puts them in a vase and asks about the flowers. In his bouquet he had black tulips, black calla, black petunias, the bat flower, baccara rose, chocolate lilies and black pansy’s.
He definitely was freaking out when they started to die two weeks later. So started the tradition every two weeks you give each new bouquets. He preserves the pleads in a jar with the bat flower front and center. Those petals are used for your wedding the flower girl throws the pleads as you walk down the aisle to a doe eyed Eddie with the first bat flower pined to his tux.
#sugarsblurbs#stranger things#eddie munson#eddie x reader#eddie fluff#eddie x you#eddie munson headcanon#eddie munson fluff#boyfriend eddie munson#eddie munson blurb#anon🤍#eddie munson headcanons#eddie munson x shy!reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson imagine#eddie fanfic
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MEOW MEOW HELLO ITS ME AGAIN THE ANON WHO ASKED FOR THE NOTES PT 2 & 3 anyways.. can you please do a pt 2 of cheer you on 😼😼😼 -anon 😻 p.s. i love ur writing so sorry if im annoying you with this lol
HI I LOVE YOU OMG, and nonono you're not annoying me, it feels so good when people want me to continue writing, it's like 🤭🤭 you're my cat emoji anon now 😼😻
cheer you on, pt. two || kyle broflovski x fem reader
✮ summary: red helps you get ready for your date with kyle + he takes you out to eat (pt. 1 can be found here
✮ warnings: none
"If I walk out of this house with a dick on my face, I'm giving Wendy the login to your snap."
I was currently sitting on my floor, Red doing my eye makeup for my date with Kyle. She had been begging me to let her do it since Tuesday, the day he asked me out. I see her slowly pull her hand away, moving to grab a makeup wipe.
"Did you seriously draw a dick on my face?" I scoff, watching her begin to wipe something away from above my eyebrow. "It was small, I swear," Red laughs, dropping the wipe and picking up her makeup brush.
"Why is this taking so long, I told you to not do anything extravagant." She rolls her eyes, holding my face in place. "It's not anything extravagant, I'm just trying to help you get some jeweiner," Red jokes. "Are you serious? Jeweiner? No, actually, that's pretty funny," I say, biting back a laugh.
"Hey, you never know, he could be freaky deaky," Red defends, letting go of my face. "Done." I look in the mirror, nodding. "He could be, but he's too much of a gentleman to even suggest it on the first date," I counter, smoothing out my top.
"No thank you? No Red, you sexy woman, this looks great?" Red says, putting all of her shit back in its bag. "Red, you sexy woman, this looks great," I exclaim, my tone dramatically excited. "You're ungrateful, I hope Kyle poisons your food."
Not even five minutes later, there was knocking at my front door. "My little girl is all grown up. Go get your honeybun," Red teases, pushing me out of my room. "Ew, I wish you'd stop talking. Go home."
Red rolls her eyes for the millionth time, walking me down the stairs. "I can't go home until you and Kyle leave, it'll look weird if I'm still here when he picks you up. Just go," She groans, sitting at the bottom of the stairs.
"Whatever," I sigh, walking to my front door. I open it to find Kyle holding up a bouquet of pink tulips. "Hi. You look ethereal." He breathes out, seemingly nervous. Ethereal? Damn. "Thank you, that's really sweet. You look nice, too." I respond, not being able to think of a better compliment.
He hands me the flowers, a goofy grin on his face. "I thought of you when I saw those. I was gonna get roses, but... I thought these were nice." This boy was gonna be the death of me. He's such a dork. "Thank you, I'll put these inside and we can go," I say, reaching out to hand them to Red.
He leads me out to his mom van, which honestly didn't come as much of a surprise. He opens the passenger side door for me before walking to his side, a nervous silence filling the air.
"I heard Stan talked to you," He speaks up, glancing at me as he puts his car in drive as pulling away from the curb. "Yeah, he scared the shit out of me, it was like he just appeared," I snort, shaking my head. "It's like he teleports," Kyle agrees.
We hold a light conversation all the way to Olive Garden (which I had suggested as a joke, but it turned out he loved Olive Garden, which also didn't surprise me). After parking, he sits back for a moment, looking over at me. "You really do look beautiful tonight, you know."
Meow.
"Thank you. You look very pretty. Handsome, you look handsome," I compliment, letting out an awkward laugh. "Thanks, I try," He jokes, opening his car door. I copy his action, stepping out into the fresh, Olive Garden parking lot air. Romantic.
Eventually, we're seated, but we were sat directly behind an angry old couple. We couldn't help but listen to their conversation, trying to bite back our laughter. We look at each other with red faces, almost breaking. His lips are pressed together in a straight line while my hand covered my mouth.
"I wish I could divorce you, but you'll probably die before you can sign the papers," The old lady snaps, pointing a finger at her husband. That was it. I choke on my water, Kyle letting out a loud laugh. The couple seemingly didn't notice, both of us trying to recollect ourselves.
"Oh my god," He whispers, taking a moment to breathe. "This is so bad, I'm sorry," he adds, trying to keep his laughter in. I shake my head, a wide grin on my face. "No, this is great, it's possibly the best date I've ever been on."
"So you'll let me take you on another one?"
"Definitely."
a/n: GUYS, STOP MEOWING SO LOUD, I CAN'T CONCENTRATE
not proofread
#south park#x reader#kyle broflovski x reader#kyle brovlofski#south park x reader#south park imagines#south park fanfiction#i love yall
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We’re all sleeping on the gem that is Matthias Helvar: an essay
Crooked Kingdom spoilers!!
We’re all in denial about Matthias’s death in ck but also he had some bangers lines and scenes even before chapter 40 such as:
finding out his full name was Matthias Benedik Helvar omg why are we sleeping on this
“how about i bite your lip”
“don’t eat the snow” i dont think they were planning to 💀
YOU ARE EVERY BLOSSOM BLOOMING AT ONCE?? HELLO??
his constant feud with kaz
kaz could breathe and matthias would already be fetching the holy water
any demjin moment ever
“you’re all horrible”
to
“they all seem like practical choices 😀”
the grandpa energy
nothing but respect and admiration for inej “the little bronze girl” ghafa
MY GHOST WONT ASSOCIATE WITH YOUR GHOST
the big brooding yellow tulip
nina handed him a gun during the ambush of soc and he fr would’ve killed her if they weren’t being shot at
“I can drink your poison no longer” was so powerful. he went from extreme prejudices against grisha after being raised and literally brainwashed by hatred to bashing his ex-commander in the head to free Nina omg
friendly reminder his entire family was killed by inferni but he still moves past it
something nobody talks about: he combined his hateful past of serving as a drukelle, something made to hunt grisha to lead two of them (Jesper and Kuwei) out of a corner and get them back to the rest of the crows in ck.
he used military tactics made to kill grisha to save grisha
this was so important for his development i swear
and don’t forget Nina either
“little red bird” please im not okay
MY LOVE AS A PET NAME THATS SO PURE MY GOD
him and nina squeezing in the littlest places just to cuddle together and rest together is so dvfnjkvsfnks
him just wanting to be there for Nina for every step of the way as she recovers from parem
his wet dreams consist of three things:
her “glorious thighs”
a traditional fjerdan life and the domestic lifestyle Fr
literally just vibing in a field of flowers
he saw a nameless husband help a nameless wife with her hair in ketterdam and wished that could be him and nina that’s too sweet help
all he wants is a domestic little life filled with love
but then there’s “he considered brushing it off with his lips, then told himself he should take a walk”
he just told himself to touch grass my god
but also the enemies to lovers lingers, my one of my favorite quotes being:
”you’d flirt with a date palm if it paid you any attention” the shade
also his family? the way he still has memories? so much so he foot massages a pregnant woman?
friendly reminder this man is built like a giant and looks the most threatening out of the group
and he fr lets a girl sing her heart out AND OFFERS TO TAKE HER ON A WALK BY THE LAKE HES SO PRECIOUS
”sing. by all means, sing” famous last words
him complimenting nina on her hair and how she styles it??
the toffee on the boat in soc
constantly regretting his life decisions in soc but willing to die for the crows in ck
the found family trope is killing me
“trickery isn’t my native tongue but I can still learn to speak it” the demjin and crows influence
his lil commander voice to silence the prisoners when they were getting in the truck made inej, someone with the posture of a knifes edge, stand straighter like wtf
HE HAD A WOLF WHY ARE WE SLEEPING ON THIS
HE IS 100% A DOG PERSON
HE AND KAZ WOULDVE PETTED THOSE DOGS FOR HOURS ON THAT ONE CK MISSION
he went from saying meaningful and encouraging things to nina and then when she said she wanted to cry in a corner he switched in 0.2 seconds and said “but…this room is round” oh my god
made out with nina in front of two thirds of the grisha triumvirate
HE PERKS UP WHEN NINA LAUGHS THATS SO ADORABLE
nina and him being twin soldiers sdnnnojnididoskc
him and Jesper’s scenes are honestly amazing, we were robbed
THE DELETED HELNIK SCENE I WANT TO DIE I WISH LEIGH KEPT THAT
he’s literally kaz’s bodyguard when trading for inej
learned a language while in prison I mean that’s pretty impressive
eats honor for breakfast lunch and dinner
”i. Should. Let. You. Die.” He says while trying to desperately save kaz
ran to nina with a bullet in his stomach for one last kiss, for one final goodbye
”save some mercy for my people” that hurts oh my god
the grisha are the favored and children of Djel was so important because that’s him connecting both his past and his much better present together in an actuslly good way
he doesn’t associate his religion with witches and tree handshakes anymore, now he considers those witches blessed by his tree god
in conclusion: I sobbed for weeks over his death and will never recover.
thank you for coming to my Ted talk
#matthias helvar#six of crows#nina zenik#jesper#inej supremacy#inej ghafa#kaz brekker#the crows#shadow and bone#matthias x nina#helnik#demjin#the dregs#crooked kingdom#jesper fahey#wylan van eck#wylan hendriks#i miss them so much#ive been crying all day
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Hi, I’m obsessed with your Morpheus content and I was wondering if you could do something angsty where they argue? If you’re comfortable with it ❤️
omg anon?? i love you <3 je t’aime
also what POV do you guys like best? second person? First? pls tell me i’m never sure which one to go with
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A strange book caught my eye as I meandered through the library. I grabbed at the reddish-orange cover, pulling it into my hands. I flip to the first page.
“Try as he might, the god cannot love the mortal in his entirety. He burns far too bright, too endlessly - and no mortal can withstand that intensity. So the god becomes so dreadfully alone - as there is no one who can return his love in the way he needs.”
I remembered then that I was meant to meet with Morpheus in Fiddler’s Green. He had asked me - quite formally, might I add - to meet him there so that we might talk, as friends do.
I won’t tell you how my heart leapt. I’m sure you already know it.
I rushed over quickly, hoping I wasn’t late. The grassy path led me to my favorite spot in all of the Dreaming - the pond.
Waterfalls cascaded down, splashing delightfully with the water below. Birds and butterflies and bees flew and fluttered, buzzed and sang.
It felt like home, almost.
And just the thought of this being home made my heart sing. Though, not as much as the prospect of him wanting to talk to me did.
But as I looked around, peering through the shades of green and brown, I saw no Morpheus.
Maybe I was early?
I’ve got all the time in the world. Might as well wait for him.
I sit down in shade, just watching the world go by. The grass below me was soft, tickling my legs not unlike how it would in the real world. A white tulip sprang up from the ground, alerting me that Fiddler’s Green himself as coming to me.
And there he was, walking from the woods. He dipped his head in greeting as he sat beside me.
“Hello, dreamer,” he said, tone like the gentle waterfall near us. “What brings you to my meadow today?”
“Hello Fiddler's Green,” I said, a small grin appearing on my lips. “It’s nice to see you. Dream asked me here today. You wouldn’t happen to know where he is, would you?”
His brow furrowed in concentration.
“No,” he said with an unsure tone. “No, he never mentioned anything like that today. Perhaps he forgot to tell me?”
It was an easy excuse. Both of us knew that Morpheus never forgot these sorts of things: he always remembered everything, as any Endless would. So it was rather strange to hear Fiddler's Green talk about him in such a manner. It was …strange.
"The god loves so fiercely, burns so brightly. And like the sands of time, he will fall in love over and over.
He doesn't like to think about it. So instead, he chooses to forget."
Birds still chirped and bees still buzzed. Butterflies flew and waterfalls - well, they fell. The world continued on even though my heart was racing.
“He has been rather busy recently,” said the man beside me. “Maybe it’s just the busyness of it all.” We simmer in silence for a moment before-
"No matter,” he says, cheering up. His demeanor instantly shifts. “We can have plenty of fun together - even without Dream.”
Despite his offer, I respectfully declined. I wanted to know what Morpheus was doing and why he stood me up.
He nodded his agreement but warned me: "Be careful: My lord tends to get antagonistic when stressed."
I said my goodbyes to him and walked back the way I came. The view was just as beautiful, just as sublime. It felt like home in a sense.
And as I walked my way back to the castle, I pondered my relation to the Dreaming and all who inhabit it. I adored Lucienne and Fiddler's Green and Mervyn and especially Matthew. I especially liked his little quips.
Before I knew it I was already inside, right in front of the throne. He flipped through pages of a book, before sighing and setting it aside. There were books and pages and articles everywhere. Perhaps he was looking for something?
"The loneliness has birthed violence in his heart. It has made him cold, colder than the loneliness he knows now as a friend. It is the curse of becoming a god."
"Why do you seek to interrupt my work?" His voice seemed to echo and bounce off the walls of the castle.
Stars seemed to reflect from his eyes, and he was beautiful. I almost didn't hear his question.
"Oh! Um, you said that you'd go with me to Fiddler's Green today, and I was wondering...if you'd like to go now?" My voice betrayed my anxiety asking him that question. Suddenly he seemed so intimidating, so terrifying.
It was easy to see why he was King of Nightmares, too.
He leveled me with a flat stare. His face pinched, curling into a snarl. "Why would I make an effort for you?"
The words sent me reeling.
I took an unsteady step back unconsciously, swallowing hard.
"Oh...Oh. Ok, I'll go!" I squeak, turning around, shakingly making my way out of the room.
"You better." He muttered, turning back to his work.
He never heard my teardrops hit the floor.
"Love is something premeditated. It is something beautiful and something horrific. Love is a home.
The god does not know what home feels like. Now, perhaps he never will."
~~~
Matthew caws, and makes his landing right before the Endless.
"Hey, boss! Aren't you supposed to be with the dreamer?"
A simple question, but one that makes the King of Dreams pause.
"...What are you referring to?"
The raven caws again, shifting from foot to foot. "Yeah, they came in the other night practically glowing. Said you'd invited them to Fiddler's Green. Almost looked like love, if you ask me."
Matthew looks up, noticing how his lord has gone deathly still.
"...love?" Morpheus looks lost in thought, which is not a sight Matthew is used to.
"Yeah, but they were running out of here crying 'fore waking up. Couldn't you have let 'em down easy?"
Dream of the Endless stands up abruptly, towering over his raven. He strides towards the door, ignoring Matthew's caws to stop.
Could someone as perfect as you really love him? Did he ruin it all? He stops, peering around. The palace is silent - per Morpheus's request.
And his dreamer is nowhere in the Dreaming.
Oh. Oh no.
What have I done?
~~~
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writing prompt #04
bumping into each other as solo travelers ; park sunghoon
태양보다 찬란한 . . . 그게 바로 나
INFO : : park sunghoon x reader / romcom
wc : <1600
notes : this was lowkey rushed bcs i had an idea at 12am but i had to go sleep but i couldn't risk losing the idea
20 JANUARY 2023 : :
2:04 - it's currently 2am and i've just landed in paris, and i'm now heading to my hotel room to take a long ass nap.
13:12 - jk the nap lasted from around 11 hours. now it's 1pm and i'm going to go out for lunch. i've heard a lot of good word about a specific cafe so i'm gonna go try it out!
13:37 - the weirdest things just happened what the fuck? i bumped into this guy, who was really hot btw, by accident. obviously i apologized for it like a normal person but he just scoffed at me and left?? thanks for that random stranger.
23 JANUARY 2023 : :
12:02 - i just had a quick snack and i'm currently on the train to versailles, i wanted to have a quick look at all the beautiful architecture. i find versailles to be such a romantic and beautiful place lol
12:28 - i've arrived at versailles! i have a tour booked for today at 1pm, so i guess i'll walk around versailles for now.
13:13 - no fucking way, the guy i bumped into a few days ago is here too, like, in the same tour group as me. i said hi and he basically looked at me weird and left me standing. thank god idk this guy and i'll never see him again, he seems like an ass.
14 APRIL 2023 : :
10:16 - hi journal, today i'm in the netherlands, i heard about the keukenhof tulip garden and of course i had to come here. i just had breakfast at the hotel i'm staying in and i'm about to head out to the garden to see all the pretty flowers!
11:11 - THE GARDEN IS SO PRETTY OMG BUT THAT EXPERIENCE WAS LOWKEY RUINED. by who you may ask? by FUCKING FRANCE DUDE?? WHY IS HE EVERYWHERE???? like i was taking photos of the pretty flowers and boom, suddenly i see him through the lens of my camera, please get this guy out of my life
11 MAY 2023 : :
00:01 - i have finally done one of the things off my bucket list, and that is to visit switzerland! i always saw tiktoks and photos of the amazing view and obviously i had to come see for myself, but it's 12am rn and i am really tired so i'm gonna go sleep, then i'll explore in the morning
11:42 - okay i woke up a few minutes ago which is quite late, but i'm gonna go down to the hotel's cafeteria and have some brunch before i explore the town
4:51 - hi this isn't funny anymore, i literally just set foot into an eatery near one of the places i was visiting and i see france dude, AGAIN. can he just get out of my life atp please, i'm so sick of seeing his annoying (but ig good-looking) face. AND WHY IS THE ONLY AVAILABLE SEAT LIKE NEXT TO HIS TABLE???
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i'm going back home to korea today, i think i've been travelling way too much, so i'm going to go home and rest up and spend time with my family and some friends.
i boarded the plane and by that point it was 11pm and i was honestly drained. i spent a whole day exploring the more nature-y side of switzerland and the view definitely did not disappoint.
i sat myself down in my assigned seat and was so ready to fall asleep at this point. a guy walked over and sat next to me, and i bet you won't be able to figure out who was gonna be my plane seatmate for almost 12 hours. yeah it was france guy. he seemed pretty surprised to see me too i think.
after he sat himself down next to me, he looked at me, maybe i was staring too hard.. "hey" i looked at him, question marks practically all over my forehead. "can you stop staring at me" i scoffed at him, this guy is ridiculous!
the plane took off a few minutes later and i was starting to doze off, and unfortunately for me i left my neck pillow in my luggage by accident, so my head was dropping left and right.
i suddenly woke up and it felt like i was lying against something? i sat upright to see what i had been sleeping on, and it was france dude? he woke up when he felt me getting up. "you're finally up, my shoulder feels like it's about to dislocate"
'okay sorry for accidentally sleeping on your shoulder but like, rude much'
"oh shit, i'm so sorry. i left my neck pillow in my luggage and i think i just passed out suddenly" he scoffed and i was so close to losing my shit not gonna lie. but the next moment, he handed me his neck pillow and i looked at him while holding the neck pillow. "just use it, i'd rather you use my stuff than you use me" damn okay stranger. "oh, thanks?" and soon he attempted to go back to sleep.
it was currently 8:59am, which meant we still had probably less than 2 hours left of this plane ride, and i was thanking heavens because 12 hours next to this guy would've been hell if i weren't fast asleep.
france guy was moving around in his seat and i assumed he couldn't fall back asleep. i tapped on his shoulders a little to get his attention "hey, you can have your neck pillow back, seems like you can't sleep, and i'm pretty energized right now" he looked at me and sighed "it's fine, i'll just give up on going back to sleep".
after that it was pure silence. and i couldn't stand it so of course i had to open my big ass mouth.
"so.. you travel a lot?" he nodded his gaze fixed on his phone. "alone?" he nodded again still focusing on his screen. damn talking to this guy is so hard. let's bring up the past! "you remember the first time we met?" he finally looked at me. "we've met?" are you fucking serious right now.
"i bumped into you on accident in paris back in january?" he thought about it for a second before replying. "oh! i remember now, you bumped into me and almost spilt your hot coffee all over me" "hey! it almost spilt on me too okay, and i apologized for it" he shrugged it off and went back on his phone.
"you know, i kept seeing you around while i was travelling and at some point i thought you were stalking me" he looked back at me again, his eyebrows furrowed this time. "what the fuck why would i stalk you, i don't even know you?" "it happens sometimes" "hey, for all i know you could be the one stalking me right now" i was taken aback, speechless, i can't handle this guy oh my god.
"you know, your looks and personality clash a lot" he gave me a look that said 'wtf do you mean'. "you're a good-looking guy, like, i'd definitely date you if your personality was nicer" he stared at me for a while and chuckled a little. "for your information i have a great personality" "it sure doesn't seem that way" he scoffed and put his phone down before looking me in the eyes.
"i'm nice to people i'm close to, last i checked, we don't even know each other." "maybe we can change that" he looked shocked by what i said. honestly i'm shocked too, but i mean, he's pretty hot, it would be a wasted chance.
"you want us to get close?" i nodded. "you're ridiculous lady" i rested my head in the palm of my hands as i kept eye contact with him "it's y/n, lee y/n. and you are?" he looked at me in disbelief for a while. "i can't believe this is happening." he let out a deep and heavy sigh before introducing himself. "i'm park sunghoon."
"nice to meet you sunghoon. oh, i was gonna ask if you were korean, but your name just confirmed it for me" "are you heading home right now?" i nodded to his question. "homesick?" he asked, and i nodded. it seemed like he was feeling homesick too. "maybe we should hangout sometime while we're in korea" i blurted out suddenly, to my surprise he didn't oppose of this idea.
i then pushed my phone towards him, "can i have your number then?" he looked at my phone, then at me. "are you hitting on me?" i don't know, was i? i mean, i am interested in him, so i guess? "yeah i am, so what do you say, can i have your number? and maybe we can go out sometime and maybe even travel together?" he stared at me in shock, but his reply lowkey shocked me too.
"sure, let's go on a date soon"
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Secret admirer elriel!!
A/N: I feel like I don't fulfill enough elriel prompts, which is ridiculous considering how much I love them. Thank you for sending in your prompt! I hope you enjoy. x
I may have to make a part II for this one...
Warnings: language, alcohol
~ Azriel ~
It's Valentine's Day and I'm sitting at home alone, drinking. There was a point when I would have thought such a thing would be pathetic as fuck, but now...
Well, you hit your mid-twenties and you're single long enough, and suddenly drinking at home alone on Valentine's Day doesn't seem so bad. Cassian and Rhys are both out with their girlfriends, leaving me alone in the townhouse we share until sometime tomorrow. So here I am, sitting on the couch in nothing but my underwear. Not that none of us have ever been on the couch in our underwear while the rest of us are home, but it's a little more freeing when you're alone.
I take another shot of whiskey to shut my thoughts up.
10 Things I Hate About You is on the t.v. and Julia Stiles just poured her heart out to Heath Ledger, may he rest in peace, in the middle of a classroom. I turn the station. The Notebook is on, and Noah is building Allie's dream home even though she's already moved on with her life. Imagine loving someone that much.
Imagine.
I take another shot.
My phone vibrates from somewhere in the couch and I'm slightly embarrassed how long it takes me to find it.
Elain's name pops up on my screen. After swiping right, I see her text.
Which awful romcom are you subjecting yourself to this evening?
I chuckle and toss out a lie. Don't do romcoms. Watching Gladiator.
Three little dots pop up and I stare at my phone, awaiting her reply.
I know that's a lie. I'm watching 27 Dresses. Classic.
Too cliche, I reply. At least have a drink with it.
She sends me a picture of a full glass of red wine. I send her one of my half empty bottle of whiskey.
OMG, I can't wait to text you in the morning and see how miserable you are. Drink water.
I send her a middle finger emoji.
She sends me one back.
I grin foolishly to myself. Why aren't you out tonight?
She has options, I know she does. Men follow her around like loyal puppies, fawning over her beauty and bright demeanor.
She doesn't reply for a minute and I suddenly feel like I've pried too much. I take another drink.
My phone eventually vibrates. Thought it was better to stay in. I've spent too many V-days debating all the ways I can sneak out of a restaurant lol
Fair enough. I'd hate to be the guy that bores you that much.
You could never bore me that much.
My thumbs hover over the keypad, wondering how I should respond. It's almost like she's flirting. I take another drink.
Elain and I have been friends for years, since her sisters started dating my roommates, my best friends, my family. We've always just been friends, though. Never anything more. Even though I've always wondered if there could be something more between us.
The fact that she's sitting at home alone on Valentine's Day saddens me. Maybe it's the alcohol. Alcohol always makes me feel more, even though I'm sure it's meant to have the opposite effect.
We'll see about that, I reply, at last, and throw myself off the couch. Even if Elain has vowed to spend the night alone, she should at least know that someone cares about her.
And I do. Care about her.
It takes me about ten minutes to toss on a pair of sweats, a hoodie, my shoes, and grab my wallet. The nice thing about Velaris is I don't have to drive anywhere, and in moments like this where I should never get behind the wheel, I'm grateful for the city life.
There's a floral shop on the corner and not only are flowers the most Valentine's Day-like gift known to humanity, but Elain loves flowers more than anything, so I spend the next half hour walking to the shop and looking around.
The shop is nearly empty, but considering what day it is, that makes sense.
I make it out with half a dozen white roses, two tulips, and a lily. An interesting bouquet, but a bouquet nonetheless.
My phone vibrates the second I'm in the back of my Uber.
Sorry, I ordered takeout and got really into the eggrolls. Didn't mean to leave you on read.
I chuckle, earning a look from my Uber driver in the rearview mirror. Never apologize for the power of eggrolls. Some things we just can't control.
Damn, I'm drunk. The second I hit send, I'm regretting it.
She responds with laughter, though, so I guess I can't complain at my stupidity. I text her back with, Eat one for me. I ate half a box of Cocopuffs for dinner.
Five minutes later, we're stopping in front of Elain's apartment complex. I ask the Uber driver if he has a pen and a piece of paper, to which he gives me an old, crumbled up receipt and a broken pencil.
It works.
Elain texts, Cocopuffs? You're the only man I know that survives off cereal that was made for children.
I reply, Just because you got takeout doesn't mean you can be judgmental about my dietary choices.
I jot down a little note on the back of the receipt before I can think better of it and hurry up to apartment 3b, where I leave the flowers and the note on Elain's welcome mat before I knock on the door and run away, back toward the elevator. I nearly trip as I enter the small, compact room, and nearly fall over once again when the elevator starts moving down.
I didn't stop to see if Elain opened the door.
I feel like I should be nervous, but I'm not. I thank the alcohol coursing through my veins. I can imagine the smile on Elain's face as she opens the door and sees the gift left by her secret admirer. I hope she likes it. I hope it makes her smile. I hope it makes her feel less alone because no matter what she says, I know she's bummed to be at home alone on Valentine's Day.
It's not until I'm back home and back on the couch in my underwear that I realize Elain never texted me back. I can't tell if that's a good thing or not.
I'm thinking not.
Suddenly regretting every decision I've ever made, I take another drink.
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Picnic Date !!
genre: fluff
pairing: beomgyu x gn reader
word count: 0.6k
“Come on! We’re nearly there!” You say enthusiastically, trudging along a sceptical and very pouty beomgyu behind you with your hand in his.
“But we’ve been walking for so long now! And it’s so hot!”
“It’s worth it! I promise! It’s a really pretty field. Aaaaand we’re here now” You halt, standing in front of a gate, “We just have to climb this gate up here.” With that, you hoist one of your legs onto it and then bring yourself to the other side, swiftly jumping down.
“Is this even legal?” Beomgyu raises one of his eyebrows, staring at you from the other side.
“Shushh and just climb up!”
And so Beomgyu reluctantly follows, climbing the gate with more ease than you. But when he gets the chance to actually take in his new surroundings, he realises that this in fact is very worth it.
An assortment of all different colours and species of flowers scatter the meadow from pink tulips to peonies. You’ve gone ahead now, running in the flower field to a tree with the picnic basket in your hand and then you lay out the blanket, beginning to get different kinds of food and snacks out of the basket.
“Help me! Hurry up, dude.” You shout out to him.
“Thought you said this was supposed to be a present for me!” Beomgyu jokingly pouts, finally making it to where you’ve decided you guys would have your picnic at.
Once you guys have finally spaced and laid out everything on the blanket, you both sit down and Beomgyu notices that nearly all the food here is his favourite.
“I know I can’t cook and shit but I tried making your favourite-”
Beomgyu’s in awe honestly and he’s giving you heart eyes. You took him to this really beautiful field and made him a picnic with all his favourite snacks and food. You even tried cooking and yes, truthfully you cannot cook to save a life but you tried for him. So that’s at least bonus points. And you guys don't even own a picnic blanket which means you must have bought one just for this, plus you also look super extra pretty right now and you also wore a cute outfit today.
And why did you do all this? He’s sure he didn’t accidentally forget an important date. It’s not even his birthday or anything.
“-Y/n, I love you.” Beomgyu suddenly has the need to say it at this exact moment.
Your eyes go wide and you’re shocked until you speak up, “What the fuck man?”
“W-was I not-do you not-?” Beomgyu’s voice becomes meek.
“No! I was supposed to say it first! I literally did all this just so I could say it!”
“Oh! Thank god, I was just about to cry streams of tears.” Beomgyu takes in a breath of relief, eyes lighting up again. “Also ha! I beat you to it!”
You roll your eyes at him and carry on eating some chocolate covered strawberries.
“...Aren’t you gonna say it back to me? Let me hear you say it, y/nnn” Beomgyu whines, playfully hitting at your chest.
You chuckle, cupping his face and then attacking him with kisses so that you’ve both fallen over.
“I.” *kiss kiss* “Love.” *kiss kiss* “You.” *kiss kiss* “Choi.” *kiss* “Beom” *smooch* “-gyu” You say in-between peppering all over his face with lots of kisses and then finally giving him a kiss on his lips that leads you guys to making out.
Beomgyu’s giggling out of breath with slightly rosy cheeks.
“omg, gyu!”
“What, what?”
“There’s a weird ass big bug on your neck!”
“GET IT OFF! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”
a/n: I’m so down bad for beomgyu I need help 💀
#beomgyu x reader#beomgyu fluff#beomgyu scenarios#beomgyu drabble#beomgyu oneshot#beomgyu headcanons#txt scenarios#txt reactions#txt fluff#beomgyu imagines
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Hi! Are you taking requests? I’m watching The Boys for the first time and omg I love Billy so much 🥺 if you’re taking requests, I’d love one that features him being such a softie and maybe taking the reader out for a nice fancy date and buying flowers and whatnot and the boys tease him relentlessly but he could careless! I think it’d be so cute!!
hii!!! thanku for such a sweet request, I tried my best :]
When Billy tells you to join him for a drive, you try not to wonder what's blooming in his mind. He huffs at Frenchie's prolonged stare, his jaw hanging slightly open, before whisking you up the stairs.
Perhaps when he holds the car door open for you, the chivalrous manner should clue you in. But it doesn't. He slides into the driver's seat, car rocking with his momentum, and his eyes flicker to the almost-healed cut across your cheekbone.
He swallows, and the small crease between his eyebrows is filled with guilt; it spills down the sides of his nose like tears would, and with a hand on his knee, you remind him that it wasn't his fault.
"Stop thinking about it," you say, squeezing his knee. "It's in the past, hakuna matata."
He huffs, "Only you would fuckin' say hakuna matata." He turns the keys and the car rumbles to life.
The south edge of the sun kisses the horizon, casting everything in a golden glow. When the car rolls to a stop outside a cafe, your heart jumps. This isn't an instant coffee and box cake cafe, but one with their own tarts and cupcakes, flashes of orange and green and pink in the decoration. Macarons and patisserie serenade you -- are you dressed for this?
Then you remember stopping in front of this very window the day before the scuffle with pro-Vought thugs.
"You remembered!" You say, beaming at him. He's leaning back into his seat, his smile fond and timid, a hope you like it.
"Get yourself anything you want," he says, stepping out of the car to open your door. Feeling shy under his gestures, you slip out and sneak a kiss onto his cheek.
True to his word, in fifteen minutes you hold a folded box containing a fruit tart, a cake in your favourite flavour, and a few other small treats that Billy also picked out.
Taking out a smaller one each, you and Billy walked the streets together, bathing in the sunset's breath. A florist catches your eye before long, with dazzling white tulips, bright red roses and humble purple pansies among the crowd that has your eyes blown wide with delight.
"Wow," you sigh, tracing over every detail of every bouquet in your mind; the notches on the petals, the gradient of colours. You're entranced, but are yanked out of your fantasy with a poke on the shoulder. Billy stands behind you with a bunch of your favourite flowers dispersed with little sprigs and other small flowers.
He presents it to you slightly unnaturally, as if it's been a while. But you graciously accept it anyway and throw your arms around his neck, mindful not to squish your box. You thank him and he kisses your jaw in return, squeezing your elbow.
Upon returning to the basement headquarters, discussions in the main area hush when you're spotted with a fancy pastry box and a bunch of flowers. You speed to your room with a bounce in your step, too distracted by where am I going to put the flowers to catch the glances shared between each person in the room in what would be graphed as some variation of cat's cradle.
Billy stares them down. Doesn't blink. Doesn't breathe. His shoulders are unmoving as he dares them to say something.
But the silence only fuels the giddy giggles, and soon Kimiko is beaming, Hughie is slap happy, sighing an "aww", MM looks on kindly with a raised eyebrow, and Frenchie smiles like an excited child, chest taken with his surprise.
"Alright, you lot, pack it in. Before she comes back." Butcher bites the inside of his cheek to prevent himself joining their celebrations.
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Hi cutie 💕👻 Can i get Trick or Treat with Kidd x F!Reader with their kids 🥺 I bet Kidd stole all the candys in the end 🤣😅
Bye bye 🎃💕
Hello Hello Magui babes! Happy Halloween! Omg, this was such a cute idea!!! I was literally laughing while writing this cute Fluff!!! I hope you enjoy!!
Tw: Kids
Kid x Fem Reader :Trick-or-Treat SFW
“Come on daddy!!! Look at all the other houses.” the little red-haired girl pointed down the street.
Both the other two children followed their sister eagerly and made their way down the street. The family of 5 was already trick or treating since the street lights turned on. Kid didn’t expect his kids to have a lot of energy. The island they stopped at was known to give large candy bars and you wanted the kids to experience trick or treating to the fullest.
“How much longer do we have to stay out here?” the angry red tulip who was your husband complained.
“Oh come on they don’t really get this excited about something let them enjoy it. The more energy they burn off walking the more tired they will be when they get back onto the ship.” seeing the kids going to the doors as they chanted ‘trick or treat!’
Kid looked at you, raising his brow. He began to think for a moment till a grin printed on his face. “Yeah, let's get them tired so we can pick out the candy we want to eat tonight.”
Fawning of the three little ones when you snapped out of it looking over at Kid “wait what?”
“Come on kids there are a lot more houses this way!” Kids shouted at his kids seeing the houses that were lit up down the. He began to walk without you. You quickly caught up to him.
“Kid you are not going to eat all their candy.” You puffed your cheeks out at him.
“You're right I’m not going to eat them all…. WE are going to eat them all.” the corner of his mouth curled up.
“Kid!” you squint your eyes at him.
“______.” he looked at you in the same tone.
“You are such a smartass.” you sighed.
“Rather be a smartass than a dumbass.” he countered his comment.
House after house the kid's candy bags began to fill up. The more they got, the heavier their bags became. The kids started to become tired the heavier their bags got. Killer, Wire and Heat offered to help hold their bags so they could get onto the ship more quickly. You thought it was really nice of them to do that for the kids but little did you know Kid offered him some of the candy in exchange. Getting the little ones ready for bed they asked for a piece of candy. Unfortunately giving them just a piece of candy would mean they would be hyped up all night and have that sugar rush. Giving them all a kiss before you exited the bedroom.
‘Wait a minute' you said to yourself you could hear the sound of candy bags emptying out. ‘Oh hell no.’ Walking into the kitchen you could see Killer, Kid, Wire, and Heat when they heard your footsteps “Freeze candy thieves.” you spoke and they all looked at you as they blinked all at the same time.
“Just in time babe, have a seat.” Kid said, grabbing one of the large candy bars.
“You guys cannot eat all the candy they worked so hard for.” You had your hand on your hips.
“Oh come on we all agreed they can have this much candy because they can get cavities. I'm being the responsible parent and eating some of it so they won't get cavities.” Kid spoke unwrapping the candy bar and then taking a bite.
“I agree.” Wire spoke
“The captain is right_____.” Heat spoke, grabbing a candy bar.
“He has a point.” The killer was nodding with his helmet on.
Pinching the bridge of your nose instead of having 3 kids at this moment you had a total of 7 because the ones who were adults looked like kids eating candy and passing around the ones they knew the others liked. You hate to admit it, but Kid did have a point taking a deep breath. “Just don’t eat them all, they deserve some of the candy they worked for.”
“That's my girl.” Kid spoke before tossing a candy bar at you. “Because you agreed with my way of thinking.”
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Tulip and Daisy for the s/i asks?? Also I love your selfship with Vox I’m eating it up >:)
AAA OMG TYYYY- AND TY FOR THE ASKK SJDFH- :D
i usually would answer these in her perspective but meh- i wanted to answer it normally :3
tulip ✦ how does your s/i dress? do they have a specific aesthetic when it comes to their outfits? (feel free to show examples!)
ok so before she met vox she use to dress up in a very simple style (not that many accessories, just a simple hoodie and some jeans) She didnt like to stand out
After she met Vox (and got manipulated by him + hypnotized) she began dressing up in a more detailed/prettier style according to him. Lots of coquette style, pastels(pink, blue, purple, you name it he finds it), dresses, ruffles, puffy skirts,
He let her keep sweaters and hoodies since he knows it's her main source of comfort but they HAVE to fit the outfit she's wearing.
Occasionally a 50s style outfits and even a style that matches him (so that everyone knows that she is his)
basically him dressing her up to become his perfect little doll <3
daisy ✦ can your s/i fight? do they know how to use any weapons, or know any martial arts?
her ass cannot fight- not only does Vox stop her from fighting due to him wanting her to not get hurt, he's the one that fights for her even if its on a rare occasion he'll still do it. (he wants her to be completely dependent on him and no one else. He doesnt want her to become too strong or else she could potentially rebel and leave him)
"Oh, someone insulted you while you were on a walk? Don't worry, doll, I have their address and their family name... They won't bother you again" type shit.
#📨|| You got mail!#and added a new tag! “📨|| You got mail!” is for me answering asks dskhf#vox hazbin hotel#selfproship#self ship#proship please interact#selfship proship#proship#self shipper#self shipping#oc x canon#self insert#canon x oc#self insert oc#selfship asks#selfshipping#proship selfship#anti anti#proshipper#📺|| lunarbroadcast
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Hello! Is it all right if I request a scenario with Tsumugi from A3? In the scenario, the reader leaves him flowers after every play with specific flower meanings (like asters, tulips, roses, etc). They don't reveal their identity but always leave something like maybe a paper with a symbol! And it's been going on for a while. Then one day he sees them leaving the flowers! It's up to you on how to end it!
Also, I hope you're doing well since the en server disappeared (╥﹏╥) And I hope you have a good day! 💕
HLEHIEGE Omg I loved it! I love flowers sooo much and their meanings and just putting this and Tsumu in one fic just makes me so happy! Thank you so much for the request!💕 I hope that you like it and have a great day, Taruchi!!💕💕
They stood in front of the crowd and the Mankai Company was truly happy, after the great performance of the Winter Troupe. It was the first time that Tsumugi stood there, with a bright grin gracing his lips and thanking every visitor for being there, while he was still in his Michael costume. Not only did he liked the Sympathy for the Angel play, but also the cheerful audience and one certain person whose eye shined as bright as the sun.
Slowly, they walked away, hands tightly around the bouquet of daffodils in their hand as they walked near the door of the actors, knowing that he would be there. They placed the daffodils carefully on the ground, before they knocked on the door three times and rushed out, far away with dusted red cheeks.
“Tsumu-Tsumu!” The called blue-haired actor turned around in his seat and asked what Kazunari wanted. “There is a bouquet for you.” He smiled, giving the bouquet that he found in front of the door to the older man. “Huh? For me?” His eyes gazed at the yellow flowers before wandering towards the card that was stuck with them. On the card was just one symbol on it. It was a beautiful flower with one wing next to it.
Who has sent him these flowers and the card?
“Are those narcissus?” Izumi asked him, while many members stared at the Winter Troupe leader, who nodded his head. “Yes, they are also called daffodils or sometimes jonquils. I always liked them. They also have the meaning of… respect.” He mumbled the last word, still gazing at the flowers in his hands. Did that person know about his favorites flowers or have you sent him them due to the meaning of the flowers?
But it hasn’t ended on this day, no.
During his next play as Soma Keiichi in My Master’s Mesmerized by Mystery, he saw another bouquet of fresh and good smelling Hibiscus. Their meaning:”Express gentleness towards another person”.
Tsumugi’s lips curled up, ignoring all of his friends who tried to tease him.
As Ryohei Izumi in the next play, he hadn’t had a lead role and knew that Azuma and Tasuku were pretty great, so why did he get another bouquet of flowers with the exact same card? “Magnolia…” He whispered the flowers name under his breath, before his cheeks turned pinkish. “Hey, At-Home Tutor, what is the meaning of them?” Yuki smirked, pointing at the bouquet that Tsumugi held carefully in his hands. “N-Natural beauty…” He answered, ears getting red as the younger actors teased him for the flowers. “Oh my, what wonderful flowers and meaning! I even have a great poem about-“ The blue-haired actor walked pass Homare, who loudly talked about one of his many poems, to bring these lovely flowers away.
Smiling during the play, your friend just told you to be fast, before they will leave you behind. “Don’t worry. I will run fast to bring him these pink roses.” Your friend nodded, smirking at you, while you shoved another card in there. “When will you ever talk to him?” Your friend asked you, pocking your side to make you jump in your seat. “Huh… Uh… Never… I’m happy to give him my flowers… Maybe he will know about their meaning.” Your friend pointed at your card. “With that thing over there, he surely will figure it out one day.” You gulped, shaking your head. Perhaps he will figure it out or perhaps not. Who knows…? “What’s the meaning of it?” You smiled, turning your gaze towards the stage as Tsumugi or how he was called in the play Chris – walked on the stage. “Confidence, happiness, trust in someone, express feelings for someone without any romantic connection.” You listed the meaning of the pink roses. “Sure… Expressing feelings for someone without any romantic connection.” They repeated your words with a knowing smirk.
Azuma smiled at the Winter Troupe leader. “You got pink roses before but know you got some sunflowers? Strange that you haven’t got any other rose.” Tsumugi only laughed, holding the bright yellow flowers with his hands, pressing them nearly onto his chest. “They are probably just a fan.” The older actor raised his eyebrow at him. “Really? What meaning do sunflowers have?” Gasping lowly, Tsumugi’s face turned away, trying to hide his blushing face. “Loyalty, longevity, a-adoration…” He turned around, walking fast to his room, before Azuma could laugh at the actor. “Just a fan, huh?”
Next were the bouquet of carnations that he had put on his desk, holding the empty card in his hands, that only had showed him the same symbol that he always had seen. Tsumugi had really appreciated that you were a fan and had sent him flowers all the time, after every play of his, but were you aware of the meaning? “Maternal or familial love, fascination, love and distinction.” He mumbled the meaning of the flowers, knowing them perfectly well. “Who are you…?”
Fortunately, luck was on Tsumugi’s side as he saw a beautiful person walk pass him, slight blush gracing their cheeks as his eyes wandered to the bouquet of yellow tulips in front of the door. Was that beautiful person perhaps his secret fan? Wait… Yellow tulips. No, you weren’t just a fan of his. You were in love with him. The Winter Troupe leader turned around, wanting to ask the stranger about the flowers, only to realize that the stranger was already gone. “One-sided love.” He whispered as his heartbeat stopped for a second. “I will find you…”
Another play and perhaps another day with beautiful bouquets. Tsumugi was sure of it. They will be there again and he will make sure to talk to them. During the play, his eyes moved to the audience every here and there, hoping to find the beautiful stranger once again in there, but there were too many people sitting. He couldn’t find them so easily, so he had to find another way. But surprisingly he hadn’t found any bouquet again. What was happening? Weren’t you there? Have you lost interest? He needed to find you.
Tsumugi dashed out of the building after the play, wanting to find the stranger and finally talk to them as he walked pass the building with a certain symbol on it. Wait, he knew that symbol. He had always seen this symbol on the cards! Was this flower shop maybe the place where you got your flowers? Have you always bought them there?
His feet stopped in front of the building. It was still open, so maybe if he could ask, then he could get some answers. But his train of thoughts were interrupted as the door opened, he somebody crashed into his chest, destroying a few flowers of the bouquet the person held tightly in their hands.
“I’m so sorry!” He immediately apologized, bowing his head before his eyes wandered to the face of the stranger. It was them! The one he had seen back then! “N-No! I’m sorry!” The stranger stuttered, holding the bouquet of red tulips in their hands, not wanting to meet his blueish eyes. “It was you…” He whispered now. The stranger who sends him the flowers must be you! You were so shy and looked so adorable with your blushing cheeks. You were in love with him. You adored him. You were fascinated and wished him always luck with your flowers. You were the one. He had finally found you.
“I’m Tsukioka Tsumugi. B-But I’m sure that you know who I am.” He chuckled, raising his hand to shake yours. “I-I am (y/n).” You stuttered, giving the tulips to Tsumugi. “Thank you.”
You were aware of the meaning of the flowers… You knew about them, as you were the shopkeeper. You were the beautiful florist that fell in love with a troupe actor. The one person that was sad that they couldn’t get the tickets for the newest play, but still wanted to give him the bouquet.
“Would you like to go on a date with me?”
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