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215-luv · 2 years

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A GLIMPSE OF YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH THE HQ BOYS

AKAASHI: bookstore and museum dates. will always bring you flowers to every date and anniversary you both have. gives you forehead kisses. uses i love you as a way to say thank you; like you bringing him a cup of coffee while he’s working, he’ll blink up at you with tired eyes that glimmer on the sight of you, he proceeds to murmur out an “i love you” with a smile on his face. every event that involves you such as your birthdays, anniversaries, or proposals are planned months prior because he wants everything to be perfect.

OSAMU: cooks you every meal you love. studies every recipe of your fave meal and will not sleep until he masters them. will call you darling and sweetheart. his cool and laidback facade will immediately crumble on the sight of you, and suddenly the look on his face screams love. will teach you how to cook with his chest pressed on your back, his hands over yours to guide you. midnight snacks!! the both of you has a thing for staying up all night just to find each other eating food on bed or in the kitchen at the latest hour. sometimes, when you’re asleep too early, he’ll be the one to wake you up with a deep murmur on your ear asking if you want to have a bite with him just to make sure you’re not missing out on the food.

YAMAGUCHI: every little thing about you means a lot to him. will always put you first before himself. he knows what your favorites are simply just by looking at the expression on your face and the way you act. his love language is probably acts of service and giving gifts. he really loves to spoil you. he looks at you like you’re his most prized possession. he’s extremely gentle and soft around you, he couldn’t find himself to raise his voice at you—he always happen to shiver upon the thought.

BOKUTO: is absolutely head over heels for you. will give you the biggest hugs anyone had ever given you. he’s your number one fan. everytime he gets interviewed and someone asks what his inspiration is, your name will always come out from his lips. will unashamedly point at you before he does a serve in a game like he’s saying, this is for you (and fails, woops). has a box where he keeps pictures of you and souvenirs from your dates in it. he knows his body is huge and full of muscles, however, from time to time you’ll wake up from feeling a huge weight on top of you as his whole body lays over your figure—in which everytime you try to move his body away, he’ll always whine and come back to where he’s all over you.

SUNA: lazy make out sessions in bed are always a thing. stoic on the outside, clingy on the inside. will always be a big baby for you. has a lot of videos and pictures of you in his phone, he probably has more content of you rather than himself in his own gallery. he’s your personal photographer and he’s actually good at taking pictures. he knows every angle of you and every angle that you think looks nice on you. his hand will always hold yours. he’s the sneaky one in your relationship. he loves to occasionally tease you just to see the flustered look on your face. will whine when you don’t hug him back, “pleeaaseee?” this is the same deadpanned suna rintaro we’ve been seeing i swear.

KUROO: his hands are always all over you. he loves showing himself off to you because he knows he’s all that. everytime your figure comes to his sight, it’s either a smirk or a loving smile appears upon his face there’s no in between. he absolutely loves showing you off to everyone, while he’s speaking to someone, he’ll naturally have an arm around you like it’s a habit of his (it actually is). does that thing where whenever you’re seated next to him he’ll have his arm resting on your chair’s backrest behind you. does his paperwork with you sitting on his lap. absolutely loves it when you fall asleep on him as he’s working. lets you go to his office with the excuse of you bringing him his lunch. separating work and personal life? what’s that? there’s none of that in kuroo tetsuro’s dictionary.

TSUKISHIMA: i hate everyone in the world but you. his taste on music is top tier, he secretly loves making playlists about you and probably has a hundred songs in one playlist but doesn’t admit it. your smile makes his day, no joke. he’s absolutely in love with you. teases you everyday like there’s no tomorrow. you’re the only person he’ll lend his headphones to. looks through your social media accounts from time to time but will downright deny it when someone tries to confront him about it. he loves his dates with you peaceful and out of chaos, he just wants to spend time with you as if the two of you are the only people in the world.

KITA: so much cute domestic stuff going on here!! whenever you’re in the same place as him, he feels as if he’s having some peace in his life. to him, you’re like warmth coming from the sun. he absolutely thinks you’re the reason why his days feel so bright. he always wants to make sure you’re doing okay. to him, you’ll always come first. he notices the little things about you. when he feels something is off, he’ll quickly make his way to you so he could ask if you’re okay. grocery dates!! watching sunsets and the stars in the night with a warm blanket wrapped around your bodies, accompanied with your favorite beverage.

IWAIZUMI: the gentlest when it comes to you, it’s as if he’s handling something fragile. when he cares for you, he handles you with so much love and carefulness. he really hates it when you get hurt. he has like these instincts where he can just feel if you’re in trouble or something, and it’s a miracle. he’ll always walk on the outer sidewalk, never in his life will he let you be prone to danger. he loves it when you wear his clothes. will pull you to his lap every chance he gets and then shower you with kisses on the neck. he kisses you on the cheek everytime before a game because he thinks it’s good luck but he’ll never admit it to anyone. whenever you tease him for something he’ll only shake his head with a sigh and will say, “you’re lucky i love you.”

OIKAWA: super romantic dates!! you know, those rose petals on the floor, a large bouquet, fairy lights, a candle light on the table that’s covered with silk white cloth, and he appears on a tux with that flashy smile of his and he goes, “hi beautiful”. loves going shopping with you even if he doesn’t buy anything, he simply finds excitement in helping on choosing the right things for you and seeing you all happy about it in the process. movie marathons that’s suggested by him but he only uses it as an excuse to cuddle with you. a clingy baby with you and he’s not afraid to show it on public. when someone teasingly gags about it he’ll only reply with, “what? are you jealous? sucks to be you then!” and sticks a tongue out.

USHIJIMA: secretly practices writing love letters to you and hides it somewhere in his room. doesn’t have a preference for date locations, so he’ll always ask you where do you want to go and he’ll simply comply, as long as it’s a date with you. doesn’t complain when you let him wear flashy headdresses like the cat ears headband or those trendy frog hats. doesn’t mind carrying all the weight for you, he doesn’t like it when he sees you having a hard time. volunteers to carry your stuff and handles them with ease and gentleness. he gives you head pats!! and he does it only for you. whenever he comes across some random thing that reminisces him of you, he’ll take a quick snapshot of it then send it to you followed by a message that says, “this reminds me of you. i hope you’re having a great day honey.”

HINATA: he loves telling you so much about things, and at the same time, he loves listening to you ramble about literally anything. will stop riding his bike and instead walk next to you so he can walk you home, it also gives him more time to talk to you. ice cream dates!! so much warm hugs from him. he’s literally sunshine in human form. whenever he sees you his eyes just go bling! and then quickly sprints to you with a wide smile on his face calling out your name with so much joy.

KAGEYAMA: matching necklaces!! he keeps it tucked under his collar for protection and whenever it shows off and someone points it out, he’ll only reply with a blush and a mess of his words. he’s the definition of gentleman. he opens the door for you. carries your stuff. pulls your chair for you to sit. sacrifices his sweater for you to wear even if he’s feeling cold too. everyday after volleyball practice everyone will always see him quickly packing his stuff and sprinting off without a proper goodbye. and it’s actually just so he can see you quickly and spend quality time with you.

SAKUSA: you will be the only person who he will lend his hand sanitizers to. secretly loves holding your hand. his love language is probably quality time. he loves spending time with you and avoid the rest of the world forever. gives you soft touches on the arm. dates with him are either peaceful or chaotic there’s no in between. there will be one time where you’re peacefully sharing a conversation under the stars and another time where you’re in an amusement park and he’s trying so hard not to scream through the rides. either way, it’s all worth it when he gets to see your genuine smile after everything. your smile makes his heart run kilometers per second that he could embarrassingly hear and feel it beating through his body.

ATSUMU: he loves spending every moment of his time with you. he’s obsessed. gets jealous really easily and he uses volleyball to boast himself and cope with it. like after a service ace, his head will immediately turn to you with a smirk on his face that screams ‘yeah, i did that. that’s hot, right?’ he’s another one who knows he’s got it all. he slides an arm around your waist to pull you closer. loves showing you off by implying physical touch with you. straight up kisses you on the lips hard in the most unexpected situations. and then when he pulls away he looks at you with that smirk on his face as he pulls you impossibly closer to his body with that sneaky hand on your hip.

KENMA: streams with you sitting by his side, away from the camera’s view. and he just lets you sit there because he finds it more comfortable with you around—he partly uses that as an excuse to show himself off while gaming. hand holding under the table!! just so none of the viewers could see the pda. he likes keeping things private but not to the point of keeping his relationship a secret. he loves you. he seriously loves spoiling you too. cuddles with him last extremely long. leans onto you even more when he feels your hand combing through his hair. he’s the embodiment of a cat. really clingy with you in private. although that doesn’t stop him from being attached to the hip with you in public. he’s always holding your hand. and he’ll scowl at whoever dares to try and tease him for it.

TENDOU: there’s not one day where you’re not smiling and laughing because of him. being with tendou is always fun and chaotic. with him, it feels as if your fears fade away, literally. he encourages you to try new things and will motivate you to overcome your fears. he also loves messing with you like there’s no tomorrow. places his hand ontop of your head just to mess your hair up. your whines and glares only causes the grin on his face to widen. extremely clingy with you. pulls you close to his body so he can rub his cheek against yours affectionately. then proceeds to shower your face with playful kisses. your giggles and laughs gives him serotonin. he’s totally inlove, there’s no doubt.

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gingerjolover · 8 months

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prompt/blurb: different types of dates the boys would plan

first off, i LOVE this ask and i love the idea of the boys going on dates like we see their outings on insta i think they would be so into dates even if youre in a long term relationship

these are also what i imagine but as always we can discuss 😏

julien:

painting - you know the interview she is SO. CUTE. i think she would be so into taking a painting class or one of those wine+painting things, even like color me mine where you paint plates for your kitchen. she would definitely smile everytime one of you eats off the plate, wiggling her eyebrows.

if you paint on canvas, she gives me the vibes of after your paintings dry hanging them on the wall of her studio, grabbing your by your belt loops and pulling you into her chest so your back is flush with her front and being like "look at us, couple'a picassos baby," and then giggling, smacking a kiss to your cheek.

cooking class - miss pesto pasta over here, i have this very specific scenario where you guys take a cooking class once a month or like whenever she's on break from tour. she despises the baking ones because its not as freeform as the cooking ones, but she loves watching you measure stuff and how excited you get whenever the baked goods are coming out of the oven. she definitely says some cheesy joke after trying it being like "almost as sweet as you sugar," especially in her little twang AHHHH

but she loves the cooking classes, i think specifically pasta making or a pizza class. she loves wiping the flour off of your face and standing close to you, your arms brushing against each other as you both fiddle with the pasta attachment on a stand mixer. she loves the domesticity of it and leaves with recipes that she can make for you when she's home

phoebe:

fall things - okay don't kill me for this but homegirl loves a spooky moment, she DEFROSTS in the fall and i think she secretly loves a christian girl autumn moment. i imagine phoebe taking you (and maxine ofc) to a corn maze-fall farm-apple cider-hayride-esque date. you guys walk around (bundled up depending on if ur in la or somewhere that's colder in the fall) hand in hand, maxine trots along in front of you. you'll be standing in line for caramel apples or some fall treat, wrapped around phoebe as she looks up at the menu options, maxine at your feet, jumping up and stretching at your knees. Phoebe would turn her head, asking what you want and then kissing your nose softly before ordering. i just think she'd live for walking around and looking at all the farm to table goods in the little store near the exit. you'd definitely leave with some pumpkins and some random Halloween costume for maxine.

thrifting - i don't know why but i think she would be so fun to thrift with, like not so much you buy a ton of clothes but she would love to look around and get some stuff for y'alls house, like random dad joke mugs or vintage plate sets. i think she would be SO DOWN for the vintage painting trend where people buy old paintings and paint ghosts on them. she would be so stoked when you found the perfect painting, both of you getting home and painting the lil ghosts, hanging it in the kitchen. you both stare at it, heads cocked to the side when she's like, "good job baby.... but this is like... too on brand...right?" before laughing.

lucy:

museum - cultured queenie! i think she'd take advantage, especially when on tour to bring you to museums with the rest of the boys, you'd walk around with all of them before the two of you wander off and spend some time leisurely walking through different exhibits. she would definitely buy you some overpriced cheap souvenirs at the gift shop, kissing the corner of your mouth before rolling her eyes, a loving smile on her face when she sees you bouncing on your heels excitedly.

if you're living with her in philly, y'all def take advantage of the art museum in the city and visit the ones in the suburbs or even take weekend trips up and down the east coast/mid-atlantic to go to different ones. I also think she'd be down to road trip, stopping at museums and galleries along the way, holding your thigh as she drives on the interstate, nodding along as you describe some new exhibit you're excited about.

bookstore - you know the vibes, luce looooves a good bookstore. i feel like the vibes would be sooooo goood, she would definitely seek out used bookstores and the aisles are more narrow so she walks right up on you, rubbing your hips or lower abdomen as she stands behind you, your back flush with her chest. she would love letting you rest against her in a hug, rubbing your ass through your jeans . You'll be reading the back of a book, her lips subtly kissing the skin of your shoulder and neck before squeezing past you.

okay so it's not all kissing and ass grabs, you def have intellectual discussions about theory and the books you're both grabbing. there's also talks about if more books will actually fit in your home because the spare bedroom is already a library and you love to indulge lucy's bibliophile habits but you genuinely don't know if they will fit.

all da boys:

hiking, conservatories, nature reserves, aquariums, etc.

we know based on insta that they live for this shit, i can imagine any of them taking you to one of these places and just enjoying the shit out of it, maybe even a group date with all of their partners 👀i think they'd all be thrilled by a conservatory or botanical garden, idk so much about aquariums but i love aquariums so let me have this. but again i just think anything leisurely they love, all of them walking hand in hand with you at any of these places, being able to cuddle up to you when standing.... i meannnnn cmonnnnn

#anon cutie #julien baker x reader #lucy dacus x reader #phoebe bridgers x reader #boygenius #julien baker #lucy dacus #phoebe bridgers #boygenius blurbs #boygenius x reader

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gottalovef1 · 1 year

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I'm home late. - Toto Wolff

Suddenly had some inspiration to write. :) It's a bit short and I have not written anything in a while, so apologies if there are any mistakes.

summary: Toto is coming home a little later than expected after a long weekend in Baku.

warnings: none

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It was Sunday evening and you had watched the Azerbaijan GP from home, you had witnessed a though weekend for Mercedes and all you wanted was to cuddle with your husband, who was still there. You knew that you couldn’t, because it was a six hour flight home and he had not texted yet that he was on the plane, meaning that he surely would be home after midnight. He had called you after the race, saying that the team did what was their limit for this weekend, wondering why the safety car always had such a bad timing. It wasn’t the first time Lewis or George had pitted right before an incident happened causing a safety car. You told him not to worry about it too much, there are still plenty of races left and everyone has their eyes on Imola.

After Toto finished his phone call with you, he was told to do interviews, he had dismissed Lewis already since he had to go somewhere else, meaning that there was one person less to fill in the press duties. Hearing your voice made him want to go home even more. after spending so much time at home in the previous weeks it was slightly strange to be on the road again. he had planned to be home before midnight European time, but due to a long debrief and an unplanned meeting, he knew he was not going to make that. therefore he texted his wife saying he would be late so that she would just go to bed without him. Sightly annoyed after a long day he arrived back at the hotel, quickly grabbing his stuff. The whole evening he had wondered how your first weekend with the F1 academy went, this was an important moment for you, which he didn’t want to discuss over the phone.

Right as your were putting your son to bed, Toto called. “Hey, I just wanted to let you know I’m almost on the plane and that you should just go to bed because I won’t be home shortly.” You smiled at the sight, he looked a little tired and his hair was a mess. “that is fine honey, as long as I find you next to me in the morning.” you smiled weakly to your phone. “I will be there.” He smiled. “good, I just put Jack to bed, I’m sure he will be happy to see you in the morning.” Toto’s smile grew wider. “I got him a little souvenir from Baku, I’m sure he will like it.” you nodded. “you’re not bringing home another helmet are you?” Toto chuckled at your words. “no, no, don’t worry, he’ll see it in the morning.” Toto laughed. “ETA is 2AM, safe me some space in the bed.” Toto smiled weakly, indicating that he had arrived at the plane and that he had to hang up the phone. “and promise me you will not stay awake this time, I know you have a lot to tell me but we can do that during breakfast.” You chuckled. “I can’t promise but I was really thinking about going to bed early, you are not the only one who’s had a busy weekend.” Then Toto said it was time for him to hang up the phone, you’d say goodbye to each other. You couldn’t wait for him to be next to you in the bed. You were still right outside of Jack’s room, so you checked if he was asleep or secretly overhearing the conversation you had just had with his father. “Is Papi coming home tonight?” you heard a small voice in the dark. “yes darling, he will be here in the morning.” you turned on his little night light which you’d forgotten a second ago. “And now it is time for you to sleep, it’s just one more sleep before Papi is home.” You kissed his forehead. “see ya in the morning.” that was something he’d been started to recently say every night before he went to sleep. “good night baby.” You shook your head and smiled, he sure has that goofiness from his dad.

Toto’s flight was boring, he had tried to get some sleep and ended up getting just about one hour. When he woke up he had no idea what day or time it was, also because the time on his phone had returned to the time it was in Monaco. “the time switched back and we’re a few minutes away from landing.” Bradley spoke, as he looked at Toto, trying not to laugh. “Fuck I shouldn’t have slept, I feel like I’m on another planet.” Toto spoke, his voice sore from the cold air in the plane. “you also look like you just went to another planet, but don’t worry you’re still on earth and we’re almost home.” Bradley looked on his phone. “twenty minutes to be exact.” He added. “good I’m even more tired than before.” Toto’s head was hurting like crazy. He hadn’t slept too well in Baku and for some reason he had nothing to do on the plane which made him incredibly bored before he fell asleep. “next time please wake me up when I fall asleep, this is no fun.” Toto spoke, a bit cranky. “I’ll ensure to tell everyone that travels with you.” Bradley spoke unserious. “thanks.” Causing him to laugh even more, knowing that Toto thought he sure would.

When he arrived home the lights were all turned off. Good, he thought because that would mean that you were asleep already. As quiet as possible he dropped his luggage in the hallway, before taking of his shoes and jacket and heading up the stairs. He had already done his night routine during the final minutes of the flight so that he could go straight into bed. First he checked on Jack, quietly opening the door to his room, seeing him fast asleep in his bed. It was a bit of a routine for him to check on his son right as he arrived home after his bedtime. Then he went to his own bedroom, trying not to make any sounds while opening the door. Quickly he went to the bathroom to take off his clothes not bothering to put on some pajamas, almost dropping his belt on the concrete floor, which would’ve woken up the whole neighborhood for sure. He looked at the belt in his hand, which had almost reached the floor for a second, before laying it down on a towel so that it would not make a sound. He turned off the light and then used the brightness of his phone as a light to find the bed. He stopped for a second, enjoying the sight of you sleeping in the bed. Your hair was already a mess but he still wondered how he got so lucky to have you as his wife. Carefully he put his phone down on the nightstand, not unlocking it so that he would still have a source of light as he got in the bed carefully.

You were a light sleeper, so you felt movement onto the bed. You kept your eyes closed, but you couldn’t resist smiling a little knowing that your man was back home. You were sure of it when you felt his leg against yours, as you may have been a little bit off your side of the bed onto his. This was also the confirmation you needed to turn over and move a bit closer to him. He knew by then that you weren’t really sleeping anymore and he was sure of it when you opened your eyes for a second. “hi.” You whispered, you noticed the source of light which made you able to see his face. He simply replied with a kiss on your forehead. “how was the flight.” You’d always ask that. “good, lets talk in the morning.” you opened your eyes again as you heard his sore voice. “are you ok?” you wondered, looking into his eyes, he looked like a ghost. “yea, I fell asleep on the plane and I woke up with a headache, sore voice and the feeling that I was on another planet.” You couldn’t help but chuckle. “let me guess Bradley brought you back to planet earth.” Toto just nodded. “yea, it was just switching time zones. “you’re just tired honey, let’s just get some sleep.” you moved closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder and moving your hand through his hair and letting it rest on his neck, carefully pulling him closer so you could kiss him. Those small kisses meant so much though they were so little. He then shifted a little so his head was on the same level as yours, wrapping his strong arms around you while he cuddled into your neck. “looks like you missed me after all.” you whispered, moving your fingers through his hair. “always, keep going.” He mumbled into your neck. “good night my love.” You whispered, placing a soft kiss on his cheek. “love you.” he muttered before letting out a big sigh. You just knew how tired he was from the fact that he didn’t bother sleeping in just a boxer, which you thought was funny. You smiled into his hair, continuing moving your fingers through his hair before the both of you fell into a deep sleep. No matter how often he was gone, no matter how used you were to it, there was no better feeling than falling asleep and holding onto each other like it’s been months since you last saw each other.

#toto wolff x reader #toto wolff fic #toto wolff

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graceloveswolves · 2 years

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You Go On a Hunt With Them

Dean :

He would have put you through several tests and a lot of training before he even considered taking you on a hunt. But when it came to your safety and left him no other choice but to bring you, he had to settle for what he had and wouldn’t let you go not even five feet away from him the entire time. He would also think about handcuffing you to the Impala a few times throughout the hunt but decides against it when he realizes you are pretty good (better then he’ll admit) and is actually impressed. But nonetheless after the hunt he takes you out to eat to celebrate and at the end of the day he tells you not to get any future ideas, but gloating on the inside.

Sam :

Sam would be way less panicked then Dean, he would run you through the step by step processes multiple times, having you do the safe stuff like reading or doing interviews. He would ask you how you were feeling and if you wanted to call it quits, but noting how naturally good you were at it. However, when it came to actually killing the supernatural creature, he would become more nervous, but glad that he was the one helping you on the hunt and not some rando. After the hunt ends and everyone still has all their toes and fingers, he will mention how proud he is of you and how he was glad to have you by his side.

Castiel :

Being on a hunt with Cas would half way be a total shit show. But definitely one to remember, there would be a lot of laughing and confusion between you too. But surprisingly you two would be a good pair, he knows much about the supernatural world and everything in the lore, and you knew how to socialize with humans and normally function in the world. He also, would be the best guard you could ask for and would make sure you were never in harms way. Cas would probably ask you a lot of questions about the human world that he wouldn’t bother asking Sam or Dean, and in return he’d tell you a story about his past or a question you’d might have.

Jack :

He would be excited to get to go on a hunt with you. He would be prepared as possible, reading every possibly related paper that would help the hunt, and be very cautious as he could be when it came to your safety. You’d have to give him a few tips when it came to talking to people, or lying and doing illegal things. And he was glad to have you guide him and help him on the hunt. You’d probably also find something mundane to do in the town after the hunt and have a nice memory to look back on and to also expose him more to the human world and what joys it could have.

Crowley :

He would undoubtedly find ways to get you to laugh during the hunt, comparing it to stories of his past that were down right harsh, but humorous. Also copious amounts of sass. Just pure sass. He would get you anything you wanted along the hunt, along with a thoughtful souvenir so you’d remember your time together with him, and would definitely use his powers to make the hunt more fun and entertaining. He’d make little bets with you about the hunt and the people involved. He would also drag you out to one of his favorite bars and sing old songs, expanding your music pallet.

Gabriel :

Going on a hunt with Gabriel would be very spontaneous and chaotic. He’d play lots of tricks on you and always offer your favorite candy as an apology. He’d do anything, and I mean anything, to get you to laugh and would be making a lot of references/jokes about movies you’ve never seen. He’d purposely set you up in a bad situation then swoop down and save you, making himself a hero and constantly holding it above your head and flirting with you the entire time. After the hunt, he’d force you to watch one of the movies he made a reference about that you didn’t understand.

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shiningwonderland · 5 months

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Camus (All Star) Memorial

Translator: Mimi (twitter: _mimisaurora)

Memorial 1 - Loves Japanese Sweets

The Carrot Club November Issue: Join Myu-sama! Visit Kyoto in autumn, and enjoy enchanting Japanese sweets

Camus-sama, the noble idol recognized among his fans as Myu-sama, will be the guide for this edition.

He will show us some of the Japanese confectionery shops he has recently been into while strolling through the ancient capital in autumn.

By the time our journalist arrives on location half an hour before the meeting, she realizes the Earl was already there!

“I could not allow myself to be late for our appointment, madam.”

Myu-sama smiles at our journalist, who is a little flattered.

“M-My apologies. We’ll be conducting an interview today….”

“Regardless of the interview, you are a lady first and foremost, madam. I, Camus, would be honored to escort you to the very best of my ability. Now, this way, please.”

Following Myu-sama's pace, the first stop is a long-established Zenzai shop named "Konoha", located along a side road off the main street.

The shop’s poster dog, Tanusuke, appears to be well acquainted with Myu-sama.

Their tail whips about happily.

“Do you come here often?”

“In all honesty, I would love to come every day. However, my schedule is quite busy... It's actually for this reason that I was really looking forward to today's interview (laughs).”

Myu-sama reveals a cuter side of himself; a complete departure from his typical perfect butler persona.

His first order was their most popular chilled Zenzai.

“I must say, the refined sweetness of the red bean paste is delightful. It's so delicious that I usually find myself eating more than I should. There was a time I had up to four cups, much to my kouhai’s dismay.”

“Four cups! That many!?”

“How embarrassing… I couldn't help bringing it up. I shouldn't have. May I ask you to keep this between you and I?”

“I apologize, but because this is an interview, I cannot omit any details.”

“As you wish. I fear I may be scolded once again by my kouhai, but I shall persevere.”

“The kouhai you’re referring to is Cecil Aijima, whom you co-starred in a musical* with, correct?”

*Note 1: This August, the musical "Phantom Thief Nyan Nyaan" held its final performance to critical acclaim. There surely were many ladies thrilled to watch Myu-sama play the role of a super sadistic police dog, a complete 180 from his usual kind personality.

“Yes. You’re right.”

“It was also featured in the June issue of Carrot Club. The long dog ears and tail were so cute and a hot topic at the time.”

“Were they cute?...(laughs) This is something I'm not used to being told, it makes me a little shy. That being said, nothing makes me happier than to know that you ladies enjoyed it.”

“You say your kouhai will scold you, but could it be that nothing you do will ever be good enough for him?”

“How about putting it as… I consider us to have a positive, mutually respectful relationship, regardless of positions.”

After picking up a souvenir for Cecil Aijima, we head south of town along a riverside road where Meiji-era structures remain intact.

This is Myu-sama’s favorite path.

“Despite it bearing no resemblance to the streets of my hometown, it brings me a curious sense of nostalgia. It may be a bit of a detour, but please bear with me for a while.”

“It does have a very pleasant atmosphere, making you feel as if you've been sent back through time to the Meiji Era.”

“It would have been even better if the leaves had begun to redden…. I hope to show you around again next time during the height of the season.”

The road is lined with ginkgo and maple trees, making it a popular spot among insiders.

“Speaking of, were you surprised when you first saw the autumn leaves in Japan?”

“Very much so. I was impressed by the sight of the mountains dyed in five different colors. I had wished to show it to Her Majesty, the Queen of my homeland.”

The next stop was a Western-style café named "Moonlight".

“The sign shows an advertisement for a cake set, but do they serve Japanese sweets here?”

“Yes. Surprising, isn't it? Allow me to show you what's in store.”

“Is this a coffee jelly parfait on the table?

It's covered in a yellow powder….”

“Madam, please have a bite first.”

“Then, if you'll excuse me…

It’s… brown sugar jelly!”

“You’re right. The yellow powder is soybean flour. I've been enjoying its delicate sweet taste lately. It pairs amazingly with soft-serve ice cream, too.”

“Do you also like brown sugar?”

“It’s a favorite of mine. It’s wonderfully rich.”

“I was surprised at the variety of sugars available in Japan. You have not only your traditional white sugar, but also brown sugar and sugarcane… I was especially amazed by the elegance of Wasanbon.”

Since coming to Japan, sweet-toothed Myu-sama apparently carries some Wasanbon on him every day.

“You're well known for always keeping sugar on you, but where exactly do you put it?”

“Heh. That’s a secret, even for you, madam.”

Myu-sama simply smiles and avoids the question.

“Could it be that you don't really have any?”

“Is that what you believe?”

With a snap of his fingers, he suddenly reveals a snow-shaped Wasanbon in the palm of his hand...!

“The beauty of Wasanbon is its ability to take on a multitude of shapes, like this. Of course, coarse sugars like granulated or icing sugar are great too.”

“Surely white sugar is common in Silk Palace?”

“It is very cold where I am from, so before, sugar itself was a rarity. That’s why for me, Japan seemed like a dream destination (laughs).”

“Then are the sweets in Silk Palace not… well, sweet?”

“No, on the contrary, because of how precious it is, they're made very sweet. It may even be too strong for some ladies to eat. In moments like those, we brew a strong cup of tea together.”

“It’s similar to… matcha tea in Japan. Though not as formal as the Japanese tea ceremony, Silk Palace also has a custom of hosting guests with tea.”

Myu-sama smiles with a cup of tea in his hand.

“I would be happy to brew you a pot of tea whenever you desire.”

In the end, Myu-sama personally picks out a souvenir for the Carrot Club editorial staff.

“Hatsushimo" is a long-established Japanese confectionery shop that has been in business since the Genroku era.

Upon passing through the shop’s traditional noren curtain, one is immediately hit by a brilliant shade of red.

“The wonderful thing about this place is their Nerikiri. Many of them have autumn leaf motifs** this time of year.”

**Note 2:

The selection of Jo-namagashi changes with the season.

Please inquire with the store for more details.

With a twinkle in his eye, Myu-sama began to select Namagashi from the display case.

“These, for instance, are works of art. They’re designed to resemble autumn leaves in the process of changing their color from green to red. It’s beautiful… It would be a pity to eat them.”

A sweet shaped in the form of a bird was the next one to catch our attention.

“This one here must be inspired by the Hyakunin Isshu. Long is the mountain pheasant’s tail that curves down in its flight; but longer still, it seems to me, left in my lonely plight, is this unending night. It’s a love poem about an autumn night that feels as painfully long as the tail of a mountain bird, when one sleeps alone and apart from the person they love.”

“I see… that explains why the bird is atop a backdrop made of black bean paste.”

“To even understand the Hyakunin Isshu… you are indeed well-informed on Japan, Myu-sama.

Not many Japanese people are as knowledgeable in this subject as you are.

It’s fantastic.”

“No. One can acquire all the knowledge they want later in life. The existence of this historic restaurant is proof in itself that the people of this country have long had a love of beauty and culinary delights. I believe that their passion is far more remarkable than their knowledge.”

Yokan, Higashi. The amount of souvenirs for the editorial staff quickly grew.

“By the way, what is your top pick?”

“It would be Botamochi. Only recently did I learn that the name changes from Ohagi in the fall to Botamochi in the spring.”

He speaks with a smile and buys three pieces of Ohagi for himself.

We ended the interview greatly satisfied.

“Thank you for your cooperation today.”

The December issue will feature “Join Ren-ren! Explore Hama's authentic Italian cuisine”.

- - - - - - - - - -

“So Camus-senpai loves… Japanese sweets.”

I jotted down the gist of the magazine article and then looked up.

“I wonder if he would cooperate with creating the unit song if I brought him some delicious Japanese sweets…”

I genuinely considered it, but shook my head.

No, it wouldn’t be a good idea.

Camus-senpai is someone who keeps his private and public life separate. He wouldn't help us out so easily.

“Then… A song inspired by Japanese sweets…?”

That’s just as bad. It’s not that simple.

If I don't get to know Senpai even better and write a song that only he can sing, and would want to sing, he will never come to acknowledge me.

“In any case, I just have to keep researching.”

I drew in a small breath to get myself in the mood, and turned back toward the stacks of magazines.

#utapri #all star #all star camus #camus utapri #camus memorial

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#6 november 2023

THERE'S THIS RUSH I'M IN IT MOVES TOO FAST FOR ME

hooooOooooooOooola :-)

how's life ? I'm going through of those periods in which everything feels hard to process and I feel like life is living ME, instead of me living it.

This past weeks Carlota + the flâneurs have been in Alicante, Castelló and Roses, and it's been beautiful !

In Alicante we played in a fairly big concert hall; it wasn't crowded so the feeling from stage was that the room was empty... BUT those who came payed such close attention, that the atmosphere was full of bliss when we finished playing. I met a guy (his name is Andrei) who had been googling what to do in Alicante and he'd found my gig, listened to my songs and decided to come over. The ticket was 15€ and he also bought the vinyl (18€). Now that's investment and trust in Carlota Flâneur !!! Andrei, you can't imagine how much I needed that, you lifted my mood and I'll be forever thankful !!!

We shared the evening with a band called Viscopaf, and the singer's dad also bought my album. He told me: I'm a big fan of Ferran Palau and a while ago I saw him live and it blew my mind, but I have to tell you that your live set has been even more impressive, but don't tell him !!!! hahahahah I believe ferran is not subscribed to my newsletter so all good, we won't tell him hahah

october 2023 – drinking water in Alicante (screenshot from Benja's footage)

Talking to the audience after a gig is what makes the whole "being on the road" thing really worth it. The day after playing in Alicante I had the pleasure to play in Alcoi on my own, at a little festival called "wow festival". I woke up in Alicante super early, and I had a horrible time because I had to take a taxi to the bus station and there were NO taxis ! I stood in the dark for more than 15 minutes and none came. I was so hopeless I began running (guitar, pedalboard, luggage in my hands & back) to the bus station, and then I saw the Alcoi bus standing by a traffic light. The driver told me I didn't need to go all the way to the bus station, I could reach the second station of the line, which was two minutes on foot away. I just had to walk straight to Avenida Salamanca and stand in front of the Lorca Café. I did so !!! It was still dark and I was already sweaty. At the bus stop I met this man who told me he was "el minutero de alicante", I got so moved by his story that I gave him a cd as a gift.

Going to Alcoi was super worth it, because everyone took such good care of me at the festival !!! They prepared vegan beef stew and I was given a really cute souvenir: a wooden spoon that has "alcoi octubre 2023" on it <3

Right after my gig in Alcoi, a woman came and bought my cd and I told her: I'm so sorry my songs are in english, maybe you didn't understand !!! and she said: you have the most beautiful melodies I've heard in a while, your music in english has really moved me !!! you can imagine the happiness spreading within my body after hearing that. Since I had to travel mostly on my own, I didn't bring a lot of merch with me, and I sold all of the vinyls !! some people that wanted the vinyl had to buy a cd instead.

Some days after the trip, I received a wetransfer from Benja Fernández who had recorded us with his handycam in Alicante :-) I guess I'll use some bits for promoting my upcoming gigs, but I felt like sharing the whole video with you, exactly how I received it. In the description you have the timing of the concert ! Borja recorded most of the songs we played. I LOVE having this material... Jordi Paula & Marcel look beautiful.

LASTLY I need to share with you L'ESMORZAR with Núria Graham. It's in catalan but you can find some interviews she's given in english as well. Talking to Núria is really inspiring to me... not only because I've followed her career and I admire her and I am in love with her work... also because she has a vision on music & creativity that gives me peace and hope. Lately (though I try not to think too much about it) numbers and the pressure of being active on social media are making me feel stressed out. And talking to Núria has reminded me of the real thing, the reason why I write songs. Thank you Núria u the best :-)

Carlota

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mysteryshoptls · 2 years

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SSR Lilia Vanrouge Union Birthday Personal Story: Part 1

"Happy Birthday"

Part 1 (Part 2) (Part 3)

[Diasomnia Dorm – Birthday Party Venue]

Lilia: It is almost time for the interview… I wonder when the presenter will show up～

Lilia: I've had many an opportunity to receive gifts in the past, but I still get excited just before getting them.

???: Hello, Lilia Vanrouge-san.

Ortho: Happy Birthday! I will be your presenter today. I look forward to it!

Lilia: Oh, so you were chosen to be my presenter, Ortho! Yes, I can't wait either.

Lilia: I suppose if one lives long enough, celebrating with an android was bound to happen. It's something I would never have been able to imagine happening a long time ago.

Ortho: Speaking of not being able to imagine… I wonder why I was chosen to come here?

Ortho: The "Magical Birthday Dice" is supposed to choose the presenter from the student body.

Lilia: Kufufu, it is not too curious an encounter.

Lilia: In all actuality, I've completely forgotten when my birthday is.

Lilia: Upon admission to this school, I wrote January 1st as my birthday on the required documents, but I do not remember my real birthday.

Ortho: Eh, really?

Lilia: Really. Perhaps fate brought us together because of the uncertainties present.

Ortho: Fate, you say… Eheh, there's no evidence of that, but I do like the way you think, Lilia-san!

Ortho: So then, let's start over… Here you go. Your present!

Lilia: I've been waiting for this moment! Ooh, this is a pretty large box… I'll open it right away.

Lilia: Oh, this… this hardware is one of the original at-home video game consoles.

Lilia: It has been quite some time since I have seen a cartridge-type game. Back then, it used to be so common, though.

Lilia: Is this a game you highly recommend?

Ortho: Yes. I heard from Silver-san about the online game that you play all throughout the night.

Ortho: From there, I analyzed your play style. And when I compared that with the games that have been released over the last 40 years…

Ortho: I gathered from the results that this game that was released 35 years ago would suit you the best!

Lilia: Wow, you really thought hard for me. I thank you, Ortho!

Lilia: It is so nostalgic to think back to the time that this game console was sweeping the entire world.

Lilia: I had learned that everyone in this one country I had traveled to were so obsessed with it, so I had decided to buy one as a souvenir and bring it home, but…

Lilia: I had completely forgotten that there is no electricity in Briar Valley. In the end, I gave it away without even playing with it once…

Lilia: I never expected that it would appear before me again like this… I am beyond ecstatic.

Ortho: When this game console was popular, I'm sure Lilia-san couldn't possibly have been alive yet, but…

Ortho: You speak as if you knew of it as it was released. Oh, is it that you know someone who is really into retro games?

Lilia: Kufufu, let's say that's the case, then. Well, since it's my special day, would it be alright if we played a bit now?

Ortho: Yes, please do!

Lilia: Alright, then I'll insert the game. Turn on the power…and―

Lilia: Ooh! So it's a pixel graphics side-scroller action game!

Lilia: The high-quality graphic games that are more popular nowadays are quite good, but…

Lilia: These kinds of pixel graphic games allow you to use your imagination to add detail to it, and that in and of itself is also fun.

Ortho: Wow, you're really good at moving your character, Lilia-san!

Ortho: Someone playing this kind of game for the first time wouldn't be so good at dodging the hits and stomping the enemies like you're doing.

Lilia: Being able to dodge, find an opening, and attack an enemy coming at me head on is somewhat of a specialty of mine.

Lilia: Not being able to move backwards once the battle has begun is the same on the battlefield as it is in this game. I am only using the experience that I've developed so far.

Ortho: That's amazing. You must have learned so many different types of action patterns from playing so many different games.

Ortho: You sound so cool, speaking like a combat veteran!

Lilia: Kufufu, don't you think? You can praise me a bit more if you'd like.

Part 1 (Part 2) (Part 3)

Requested by @diglettthesnek.

#twisted wonderland #twst #lilia vanrouge #ortho shroud #twst lilia #twst ortho #twst birthday #twst translation #mention: silver

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Haru Haru Interview Vol. 40

I am neither a professional translator nor someone who has passed the N5 JPLT Test. What I am is a person who has access to machine translators, someone with enough Japanese immersion, and a person of sheer dying will.

JP Transcript Scans Provided by boxanimal

Today, Dino-san and his men were our guests, and we talked about "souvenirs"! Do you buy souvenirs when you travel somewhere?

I always have a hard time deciding on a keychain or something at the gift shop, but mom always says, "Why don't you get something you can eat?”

…But I always choose something that looks tasty.

No.37 Dino-san and friends

Haru :This Haru-Haru interview is with Dino, Romario, Reborn, Tsuna and his friends!

Tsuna: That’s a lengthy intro…

Dino: In short, we just came all the way from Italy so everyone gathered. Thank you everyone!

Yamamoto: Same here, I'm grateful that you always gave me a souvenir every time you visit Japan!

Tsuna: This time, it’s cheese, ham, and even sweets!

Ryohei: They're all extremely good!

Kyoko: Thank you!

Haru: My mom's happy too!

Dino: Hehehe, I’m glad to hear that.

Gokudera: But why didn't you bring wine?

Dino: Hey! You're still a minor, right?

Reborn: So, have you thought of a souvenir for Dino to buy next?

Tsuna: Gah! Reborn you’re being shameless!

Romario: Why not? The boss likes to give gifts.

Dino: Hey now Romario.

Gokudera: I don't mind if it's an Italian super luxury car.

Dino: Wha-! Don't be absurd!

Tsuna: Gokudera-kun, you don’t hold back with Dino-san.

Yamamoto: Hahahaha! Because he's like a big brother and easy to talk to, right?

Ryohei: Mm, indeed!

Tsuna: But he probably still thinks that all older people are enemies…

Reborn: Then, what kind of Italian souvenirs would you like, Yamamoto?

Yamamoto: Dino took me to Italy once, so I know that authentic pizza and pasta are super delicious! It's just like sushi. So, if I had to say something crazy, I'd say freshly made, authentic pizza and pasta!

Dino: Oh, that's true!

Reborn: How about you, Ryohei?

Ryohei: Well, I think Italy is all about sculptures.

Haru: Hahi! So artsy!

Kyoko: Wow, big brother!

Ryohei: That's why I would ask for a sculpture of my fighting pose!

Tsuna: Gahh! A customised sculpture!?

Dino: Ha ha ha! That's funny, I've never heard anyone think like that before!

Reborn: Well, what souvenir would you like, Tsuna?

Tsuna: I-I'm just hoping for... A T-shirt?

Haru: Hahi! Tsuna-san, that’s very plain.

Ryohei: It’s extremely ordinary!

Tsuna: Ah, but it feels very Italian! It has the famous Eiffel Tower filled with cool English letters on it.

Gokudera: Wha-?!

Dino: You know, Tsuna, the Eiffel Tower is in France.

Tsuna: H-huh?

Reborn: And if it's an Italian souvenir, it should be in Italian, not English.

Tsuna: Uhh…

Haru: I-it’s just a gag right?

Gokudera: Obviously! I was just about to laugh. Ahahahaha!

Tsuna: Gokudera-kun, no need to force a laugh.

Reborn: I’m not laughing, You don't know anything about Italy, I’ll make you study to your death.

Tsuna: Eek! Reborn is really upset!

Dino: This is bad, run for it Tsuna!

Tsuna: Y-Yes! Eeek!

*heavy running sfx*

Haru: Hahi! Tsuna-san has already left… Well, that's all for now, we'll see you next time!!

Photos:

Cheese for souvenir♪

Mr. Romario and Enzio

☆Relaxing with everyone ♪

With Kyoko-chan and I-pin-chan

Tsuna-san on the run

#khr translations #khr #khreborn #katekyo hitman reborn!#katekyo hitman reborn #reborn #haru miura #dino cavallone #khr romario #sawada tsunayoshi #yamamoto takeshi #sasagawa ryohei #sasagawa kyoko #gokudera hayato #khr enzio

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archived-kin · 3 years

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three names

note from kin: apparently that domestic diluc piece really did wonders for my writers block because i managed to churn this entire thing out within one night

anyway i know little to nothing about childe’s backstory so do be warned that i am only very loosely following the information we get from his story quest/voice lines/etc!

(also as a heads up childe is referred to as ajax throughout this piece! for those who don't know, ajax is his birth name)

fandom: genshin impact

character(s): gn!reader, childe, zhongli

pairing(s): childe/reader

warning(s): death (brief and not descriptive), mentions of blood

genre: angst i guess?? it isn’t SUPER heavy but this is very much Not A Happy Piece

You’ve known Ajax for what feels like forever.

The two of you grow up together on the streets of Morepesok, spending the short hours of daylight chasing each other down icy streets and pelting each other with snowballs until your fingers are frozen solid under their mittens and you’re both lying exhausted under the trees. He’s still a somewhat skittish and shy young boy, always hiding behind you while you ask the local farmers for permission to play in their fields and leaving all of the decisions to you when it comes to your childish games.

You know exactly how to get those blue eyes of his to light up like no other, though. Ever since the two of you were tiny tots, Ajax has always been enchanted by stories of adventures, of heroes who journey far from home to conquer evils beyond his childish comprehension, fighting with both sword and mind to quell any hardships or troubles that come their way. He listens to his father tell him these stories with a sparkle in his eye like no other, and begs for a new chapter as soon as one is finished.

You take advantage of this love of adventure to coax him into playing with you - him, the hero and you, his trusty sidekick, braving fight after fight together until the great sea monster is defeated, or until the brainwashed former friend was released - until the world bows down at your feet. You stand beside him and smile as he cackles, foot set atop a stone and brandishing a stick to the sky like a sword.

While Ajax longs for battle and glory, however, you secretly prefer the stories about the fisherman who wins the favour of the sea gods by saving a seal from a net, about the fae who collects the treasures of the land in an attempt to preserve the remains of a race she has loved and lost, about the dragon who follows the rainbow far into the east to find a companion who has fallen under the control of an evil sorcerer. Where he finds interest in tales of clashing blades and rumbling cannons, you find interest in the warmth of a campfire, surrounded by laughing companions that have shared a long journey together. You don’t love these games for the fights and the victories like he does - you love the games because it means you can be with him.

You suppose that this difference of interests is the reason you stay behind when he leaves on his own ‘heroic journey’.

The two of you are only fourteen - still children, for Archons’ sake - and Ajax has long since lost interest in the mundanity of his daily life.

“All we do is eat and play,” He mutters with a pout, poking at the snow with a stick. “It’s boring.”

You tilt your head in confusion and trot up to stand beside him, face half-hidden behind a scarf wrapped like a vice around your neck. “What do you mean?”

He scoffs a little then, and offers you a boyish grin. “Don’t worry, [Name]. You’re an exception.”

You still don’t understand what he means, not exactly, but it still sends butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

The next day, he knocks on your door, dressed in an over-large coat and his favourite hat, a backpack strapped firmly to his back and a rusty shortsword in his hand. He beams at you as you open the door, and announces that he’s running away to find an adventure, and that he was wondering if you wanted to come with him.

You ask if this is another game he wants to play. He shakes his head and tells you that this is for real - that he’s going to explore far and wide, to seek out the quests that he’s heard so many stories about. He’s going to be a hero, and he wants you to be his sidekick, just like always.

But you have always been a little too timid, too afraid of going so far out into the snow, too aware of the dangers of a reckless jaunt like this. And so, bowing your head in shame, you answer that you can’t

He freezes for a moment then, disappointment clear on his face, but he replaces it with a a grin almost immediately. You don’t know it at the time, but this is the last time you’ll ever see him smile like this again.

“Don’t worry about it!” He reassures you. “I’ll bring back lots of souvenirs for you when I come back! Like a dragon head!”

“I don’t like heads.” You mumble. “Too much blood.”

He doesn’t falter. “A dragon claw, then!”

The two of you exchange brief goodbyes, neither of you aware of the magnitude of what Ajax is choosing to do, nor the consequences it will bring, and then he leaves. And you let him, watching his little figure disappear and melt into the blinding white of the snow.

It’s a mistake that continues to haunt you for the rest of your life.

He turns up again, two days later, lying unconscious on the outskirts of the forest by the village. A mere two days - but somehow, you’ve always felt as if he’d been away for much, much longer.

Ajax is never the same after that. He’s more distracted, more absent - he never wants to go out for walks in the fields with you anymore, nor does he have any interest in playing games or hearing stories. He still lets you follow him around and sit beside him, but he speaks less and less, and spends more and more time thinking.

You don’t give up on him, though. It doesn’t matter how much his blank gaze scares you sometimes, nor how unsettling the look on his face is after he shreds yet another hay training dummy to pieces. You hang around him anyway, talking about every little thing that comes to mind, and sometimes, he replies with the same silliness that he did when the two of you were younger.

It bothers you, the way that he swings so abruptly between the old him and the new him. Sometimes he’s just the boy you’d spent your childhood playing with, chasing you down the street only to stuff snow down the back of your jacket, then making you a hot drink afterwards as an apology when you declare that you hate him. But sometimes he isn’t.

His face stills, and his eyes go cold. He stares emptily at the snow beneath his feet, not responding when you call his name, and he returns to his garden sooner or later, to slaughter another line of training dummies. The way he gazes down at the wreckage, the way his hand clenches around the shaft of an arrow or the hilt of a blade, the way that he seems to hunger for more - it scares you.

Perhaps it is unsurprising that he joins the Fatui as soon as he turns seventeen.

He doesn’t tell you - he doesn’t tell anyone, not at first. He simply slips away and leaves, sometimes for days on end, and returns without a word as to his absence. You believe him when he tells you that it’s a series of job interviews in a different town, even congratulate him on the opportunity. You believe a lot of the lies he tells you.

It isn’t until you come upon him in the middle of one of his assignments that the wool is finally pulled away from your eyes.

You’re out in the city on a shopping trip by your mother’s request, carrying several baskets of fresh produce that just don’t grow quickly enough in your little seaside town, when you spot his auburn hair disappearing into a secluded alleyway. You follow quickly, opening your mouth to call out to him, only to snap it shut when you see what he’s doing.

A woman is lying beneath his foot, and he is crushing the breath out of her with the heel of his boot. There is a blade in his hand, glinting softly in the darkness of the alleyway.

The woman sobs breathlessly, begs for her life to be spared, her face contorted with fear and despair. But Ajax doesn’t flinch. In one, smooth movement, he points the blade to her neck and slashes.

You don’t know if the scream that echoes around the alleyway is yours or hers.

It’s only then that he finally turns around and sees you, and the mask covering the upper half of his face is all too familiar.

Your eyes fall upon the dead woman, her mouth still open in her final plea for mercy.

“Ajax,” You whisper, your voice trembling. “What have you done?”

The bloodstained blade in his hand clatters to the ground. “[Name]... what are you doing here?”

You don’t answer him. Your entire body feels numb. “You’re… you’re one of the Fatui.”

It isn’t a question.

He’s silent for a long time. Finally, he lets out a frustrated sigh, tearing the mask from his face and throwing it to the ground carelessly, and approaches you, hands held out as if comforting a frightened child.

“I didn’t want you to find out like this,” He says quietly.

“Were you ever going to let me find out?” You ask. Your eyes move back to the woman’s corpse despite everything in your brain screaming at you to look away, and your hands start shaking.

Ajax notices. He steps in front of the body, as if trying to shield it from your view. “Of course. I was just waiting for the right time to tell you, that’s all.”

“Why… why would you…?”

He meets your gaze. He shrugs. “I wanted to fight.”

There is blood staining the left side of his face. Your eyes are drawn to it in the same way they were to the corpse, and you feel a sudden burst of anger on her behalf. “How was this a fight? You trapped her in an alleyway - you didn’t even give her a chance to struggle!”

“This is different.” He states, as if it’s obvious, and his eyes go cold. “The woman was defying the will of the Tsaritsa. She needed to be disposed of.”

“Is that all you are now? A puppet of the Tsaritsa?!” You’re practically shouting now, tears threatening to start streaming down your face. You want to punch him, slap him, anything to make him realise what path he’s rapidly beginning to go down, but there isn’t any strength left in you. Not after what you just saw. “What happened to you?!”

“I changed,” He says simply, and his sea-blue eyes are frozen over completely. This isn’t the boy that you grew up and loved - and it occurs to you that he might not have been for a long, long time. “I grew up and I changed.”

“Ajax—” You begin, but he places a finger to your lips.

“It’s Tartaglia now.”

Perhaps if you look close enough, hope hard enough, you’ll be able to fool yourself into thinking there was some kind of emotion on his face - something, anything that proves that he still cares - but there is nothing but emptiness in his gaze.

You don’t sleep that night. You don’t sleep for a long, long time, unable to put a stop to the unrelenting march of thoughts streaming through your head like a gushing river, like the endless depths of the ocean, like the deep blue of his eyes...

You distract yourself as best you can. You move out of town while he’s out on another mission and take your parents with you, settling down in a small village at the base of a mountain. There, you busy yourself every hour of the day, taking solace in the ache of your muscles and the fatigue that weighs heavily on your limbs. The people of the village come to know you as the helping hand, the eager assistant, always raring to go when asked for a favour.

And yet, even as you sit around a table in the local bar, surrounded by warmth and chatter and familiar faces, you can’t help but feel an emptiness opening in your chest. Old Dmitri, manning the bar as usual, slides a tankard over to you with a sympathetic smile, and asks, “What’s wrong?”

You ask yourself that question more times than you can count, digging it deep into your skin, carving it into your mind, unable to help wondering, and yet... you never find an answer. What is wrong with you? Why does Ajax’s absence cut into you like a knife, keeping you awake deep into the night, plagued by dreams of cold, dead eyes and red blood pooling in the white snow? Why is it that, no matter how many times you remind yourself of the man in that alleyway and the body of the woman he’d just slaughtered, of the man that was not Ajax, of Tartaglia - you can only remember the grinning boy of your childhood?

Your parents don’t know why your eyes are always red-rimmed when you come down for breakfast in the morning, nor why you refuse to look at your surroundings when you go out into town, keeping your eyes focused determinedly on your dragging feet. They don’t know how many hours you spend staring out into the deep sky, wondering if Ajax is watching the same stars as you are, whether he even thinks of you at all.

Everything around you seems to taunt you, and you realise something.

You have to leave. You have to run away, to find a home in a place where the streets don’t stir up memories of days long gone, where the crunch of the snow beneath your feet doesn’t remind you of the sound of tearing flesh, where you can just be without Ajax haunting you around every corner you turn.

And so you set off for Liyue. You journey to the land amidst monoliths, seeking golden soil warmed by the sun to escape the cold snow and icy rain. You do not stop moving until you reach the land where the mountains stretch high and the streets of the harbour are painted with red and yellow, where the people are unfamiliar, the buildings are unfamiliar - where everything is unfamiliar. You’re tired of dwelling on past memories, tired of putting yourself through the same pain.

You settle in quickly, taking up a job at Wanmin Restaurant and eventually saving up enough to afford more than the little hotel box room you first are resigned to stay in. You move in with a new friend of yours, an apparently refined gentleman who seems to have no shortage of money but still always forgets to bring it when he needs it, and you start to remember what living in peace feels like again.

You take a deep breath as you watch the bustle of the city from the open window of your bedroom. The cool evening breeze in Liyue Harbour is soothing, unlike the biting nightly winds of Snezhnaya. Perhaps you can finally let go of Ajax now, you think.

Somewhere in the heavens, Fate mocks your hopefulness.

Two years later, your friend, who has only become even worse at managing his money despite your constant nagging, invites you to a dinner with him and a new acquaintance he’d like to introduce you to. You agree, unsuspecting of the true identity of his so-called ‘friend’.

You take one step into the private room that Zhongli had booked and realise what a terrible mistake you’ve made when you see a familiar figure sitting at the table.

He doesn’t turn around at first, too occupied with trying to take a sip of his tea without burning his mouth. Zhongli smiles at you, painfully unaware of the amount of old trauma he’s inadvertently stirred up.

“I’m glad that you made it,” He says pleasantly, and gestures to the man sitting across from him. “This is the acquaintance I was telling you about. His name is Childe.”

There is a long silence. The initial shock of the moment wears off, only to be replaced by something resembling anger.

“So it’s Childe now, is it?” Ajax stiffens as he hears your voice come from behind him. “How many names does one man need?”

He turns around agonisingly slowly, failing to register the dangerous tilt of the teacup in his hands as it comes close to tipping its contents all over the table. You stare blankly back at him from the doorway.

How long has it been since he last saw you? He doesn’t know. Ever since the two of you had parted ways in that alleyway, you’d all but disappeared. The window to your bedroom had always been dark and empty when he stopped by your home, and neither you nor your parents were anywhere to be seen, no matter how thoroughly he’d searched the town. It had only been when Tonia had mentioned your absence in one of his letters that he’d realised that you weren’t just avoiding him. You’d left. Left the town where the two of you had grown up, left the home you’d lived in for so long, left behind all the friends you’d made over the years - just to run away from him.

There are new scars on your face, a new poise in the way you hold yourself. A sheathed dagger glitters at your belt, and even now you toy with its hilt in a way that tells him that you are familiar with it. You’ve changed so much, and he aches to think that he had been unable to see any of it.

He hadn’t wanted you to go, he never had. You’d always been his best friend, someone he looked up to, someone he enjoyed the company of, someone he cherished - someone he loved. But he’d had a duty to attend to, a new mistress to serve, a new title, a new responsibility. He couldn’t keep fooling himself into thinking he could keep the relationship he had with you forever.

That day in the alleyway - he’s never been able to forget the look on your face when you realised who he had become. It’s been burnt into his memory ever since then, flashing before his eyes just before he strikes, and even now, five years later, he still gets reprimanded by his fellow Harbingers for faltering just before he makes the kill. They always ask - how can Tartaglia, who takes pleasure in watching the life drain out of his opponent’s eyes after a battle well fought, hesitate like that?

He never has an answer for them.

Zhongli looks back and forth between the two of you, his brows knitting together slightly. “Do the two of you know each other already?”

“You could say that,” You reply, though your eyes don’t move even an inch from your old friend’s face. His expression is crumpled, almost vulnerable, a far cry from the stone-cold indifference he wore the last time you saw him.

“[Name],” He says finally, his voice barely above a whisper. “What… what are you doing here?”

You raise your eyebrows at him. “I’ve lived in Liyue Harbour for two years. Why wouldn’t I be here?”

Several seconds pass by with no response.

“It seems the two of you have much to talk about,” Zhongli observes, and gets to his feet. “I’ll leave you for now.”

He’s out of the room before either of you can object. Damn him and his perception.

You don’t sit down at the table. Instead, you move to the window, looking out over the city that you have come to love.

Ajax joins you. He hesitates as he approaches, as if debating whether or not to settle right beside you as he would have in the past. Eventually, though, he decides to keep his distance.

“Liyue is beautiful at night.” He says quietly. “Language is a nightmare to learn, though.”

That earns him a short laugh from you, and he can’t help the way his heart skips a beat as he hears it. “You can say that again. I don’t think I even have a proper grasp of it now.”

“You’re speaking pretty fluently,” He replies. “I’d say that’s a proper enough grasp.”

“It’s all just conversational, really.” You don’t look at him, instead choosing to look down at Xiangling, Xingqiu and Chongyun as they walk through the street below you together, exchanging jokes and nudges. “What about you?”

“I’d like to think I know it pretty well. I had to learn for—”

He cuts himself off, but you already know what he’d been about to say.

“For your Fatui duties here,” You finish for him, and though you don’t move, somehow he feels as if the gap between you has widened. “There’s no need for pretences, Childe.”

He freezes at the way you address him. It’s become familiar to him after using it as an alias for so long, but it sounds so wrong coming from you. It feels as if you’re distancing yourself from him, from the childhood you shared together. As if Ajax, your childhood friend, never existed - only Childe, the Fatui Harbinger.

“Don’t…” His voice breaks, and he forces himself to take a deep breath before continuing. “Don’t call me that.”

“Why not?” You sound so detached, so distant - and he hates it. “Would you prefer Tartaglia? That’s what you told me to call you last time we met.”

He feels as if you’ve stabbed him in the chest. It probably would’ve hurt less if you did, actually, but he knows he deserves it. “...no. I don’t want you to call me Tartaglia, either.”

You don’t respond, but he continues anyway. “I want… I want you to call me Ajax.”

Silence.

You finally turn to look at him, surprise painted on your features. “...what?”

Your eyes are just as he remembers them. He never wants to see them as they were on that day five years ago, filled with despair and tears that threatened to brim over.

He takes a deep breath and repeats, “I want you to call me Ajax.”

You stare at him for a long moment. Your face shifts, as if you can’t decide whether you want to be angry or sad or something else entirely. You open your mouth to say something, but at that moment the door opens again, and Zhongli pokes his head in.

“My apologies,” He says a little sheepishly, “But the attendant informed me that we should start ordering our dishes now if we don’t want to accidentally go over our time slot. That is - if you two are alright with having dinner with each other?”

You don’t respond immediately. Your eyes stay on the man gazing almost wistfully at you, your expression becoming thoughtful.

It’s been five years since you’ve last seen him. Five years of sleepless, tormented nights spent tossing and turning, of days spend exhausting yourself just so that you don’t think of him, of a journey filled with obstacles and monsters just to find a place to be at peace in, and just as you finally think you might be moving on, he shows up again.

Maybe you should be angry. Maybe you should be drawing your dagger and threatening him to stay the fuck away from your city and to take his Fatui agents with him. Maybe you should punch him right where it hurts most for all the pain he’s caused you.

But… you’re tired. You’re tired of hurting, tired of remembering. And maybe there’s a little part of you that hopes - a little part of you that still clings to the boy you played with on the streets of Morepesok, the boy that you lost the moment you let him leave on that journey.

And so you come to a conclusion.

“I’ll stay for dinner. What about you, Ajax?”

#genshin impact #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin childe #genshin zhongli #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #angst #first angst piece of the blog baby!#i hope it wasn't terrible :'))#yuta this is for you i know you like a bit of the tartaglia on a rainy day #it isn't raining but you can have this anyway #you still need to do the dishes by the way i'm tired of looking at your dirty-ass plates #enjpy darlings!#unedited

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twstarchives · 3 years

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Happy Birthday・Lilia

Card: Birthday Attire - SSR Characters: Lilia & Yuu. Mentioned: Malleus, Silver, Sebek, Gloomy Samurai

Chapter 1

—DIASOMNIA DORM - BIRTHDAY PARTY VENUE—

NRC Campus News Interview with the Birthday Student ~Lilia ver.~

Yuu: Happy birthday!

Lilia: Yes, thank you. I don’t feel like I’m getting any older at this point, but I am happy to hear your wishes.

Besides, birthday parties are so exciting and full of energy. I could do this over and over again.

Did anyone’s birthday wishes leave a lasting impression on you?

Lilia: Hm... Well, the very first person to wish me a happy birthday was my online friend.

I was playing a game last night, as I always do, and the second it turned midnight, a birthday message was posted in the chat.

Truthfully, I’d forgotten all about my birthday myself. After all, there isn’t anything new about it anymore...

So this made for a very nice surprise indeed! I will have to extend my thanks to Gloomy Samurai for sending it.

What were the specifics?

Lilia: It was quite a passionate message.

“Today is the fateful day my best friend (lol) was born. I’ve been hyped up waiting for this lmao.”

“I’m constantly impressed by your gameplay with every passing day.”

“You play with a groundbreaking style that makes it fun for everyone around you; you play like a shield, protecting all the total noobs without fear of taking damage...”

“And you play like a no-life who’s perfectly happy staying up all night... God, I feel like a mass of feels. Happy bday, my best internet friend!”

...Around those lines. It’s truly expressive and full of emotion, isn’t it?

He has sent me a birthday message every year since we met. How very thoughtful is he, that Gloomy Samurai.

Hehe... To think I was able to make friends through the internet... I owe it all to my long life.

Chapter 2

—DIASOMNIA DORM - BIRTHDAY PARTY VENUE—

What are your hobbies?

Lilia: Solo travel.

When I was young, I had mountains of obligations to take care of, so I never had a chance to leave the Valley of Thorns.

But in recent years, things have been peaceful enough for me to ease up.

Whenever I have the time, I travel around the world.

The Valley of Thorns is such a secluded place. Perhaps the reason I want to travel is because I’ve been cooped up there for so long.

I enjoy meeting with foreigners. You can learn a lot from them, and most of all, it’s so fun and exciting!

Although, I’ve been to nearly every tourist spot at this point...

It’s been so difficult lately to find places I haven’t yet visited. Traveling is a joy, but that part is such a hassle.

Do you ever buy souvenirs?

Lilia: Oh, yes. Buying souvenirs is one of the pleasures of traveling.

I often get those triangular tapestries sold at each of my stops. I believe they are called “pennants”?

I make certain to get one for Malleus whenever I buy them. He seems to love hanging them in his room.

The heir to the throne does not have the luxury of leaving the country very easily, you know.

So goods from other nations are very rare for him.

But I never see pennants at the gift stores anymore.

I collected them for so long, too. Such a pity. Experiencing the changing of times is a very sad thing indeed.

I’d still like to bring some kind of souvenir back for Malleus... but I have no clue what.

...Oh, yes, I know! T-shirts with the names of tourist destinations written on them are very common these days.

I think that I will start bringing those back now. Heheh... I have no doubt Malleus will be very happy with them.

Chapter 3

—DIASOMNIA DORM - BIRTHDAY PARTY VENUE—

Have you known your dorm mates for a long time?

Lilia: Not everyone, but I have known Malleus, Silver, and Sebek since the three of them were children.

However, Malleus is further away in age than Silver and Sebek.

I’ve known him far longer than the phrase “since childhood” would imply.

I’m the one who trained all three of them. What do you think? I’m quite the instructor, aren’t I?

Could you share some examples of how you trained them?

Lilia: I had Silver and Sebek undergo Spartan training.

They would have to swim against rapids and climb rocky mountains where the air was thin...

But a sudden realization dawned on me one day as I was watching them clench their teeth and brave through their training.

“I’m already retired from the front lines. And these children aren’t my subordinates.”

“Isn’t it wrong of me to raise them as if they are?”

So I decided to adopt a hands-off approach, and raise him just like kids.

The children were free to play on their own, and their guardian simply watched over them from the shadows.

Silver and Sebek really seemed to have plenty of fun after that!

They played tag in forests crawling with beasts. Hide-and-seek in vast deserts...

Hot Lava Monster in the mountains of needles.¹ Red Light, Green Light on the scorching ground...

As a result, they grew up strong and thick-skinned. My parenting style was the right choice after all!

Heheh... What do you say I train you as well?

I’ll think about it... Could you tell us about your club next? You’re a member of the band club. Do you like music?

Lilia: Very much! Long-term hobbies work best for people like me.

The times may change, and so will the lands, but there are countless things that people will always enjoy. Music is one such example.

I play a few instruments and compose songs too. After all, I’ve had a wealth of time to practice.

My greatest skill of all is singing!

I’d like to hear you.

Lilia: Very well. After this interview, I’ll put on a birthday recital.

Heheh. I can already picture the delight on Silver and the others’ faces.

I can’t wait. Once again, happy birthday!

1. Hot Lava Monster in the mountains of needles

Most of the games Lilia brought up have near-exact equivalents in EN, but I wanted to leave a note about this one. It’s called Takaoni, a variation of tag where It can’t tag you as long as you’re not touching the ground. I believe Hot Lava Monster is a cross between tag and “the floor is lava,” which I thought was similar enough.

I also debated between “mountains of needles” (literal) and “stone forest” (more coherent?) for the location. It’s supposed to be a stone forest with pillars sharp enough to resemble needles.

(While I was researching I discovered that there is a location in The Lion Guard series that matches this description very well—they just refer to it as “stone forest.” I wasn’t able to access the JP dub to see if the title aligned with Twst. This might not mean anything, but I thought I’d mention it!)

#twisted wonderland translations #twisted wonderland #lilia vanrouge #birthday attire #personal story

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tsukishumai · 3 years

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Away Games - MSBY Black Jackals

A/N: WOW it feels so so long since i’ve done an HC i kinda feel like i forgot how to :( ahhh im sorry this one sucks LOL but im feeling a bit burned out & this brought me a lil comfort so i hope it brings some for u too :)

Bokuto

Shamelessly facetiming you every possible second.

He’s not terribly upset to be away, to be honest, because he’s doing what he loves, but a huge part of him still misses you.

So he settles for the next best thing

And it doesn’t matter what you’re doing; if you’re at work, if you’re out shopping, if you’re sitting on the toilet – Bokuto will blow up your phone until you answer.

“What took you so long to answer?” “Kou, I was on the toilet.” “No way! Me too! Soulmates <3”

He’s always telling you stories about the dumb things that go on during practice, he complains about how his shoulder’s been feeling a little tense lately, and the food at the hotel reminds of the food they used to serve at Fukurodani

But he always wants to hear about your day too. He asks if your coworker is still being a jerk, he wonders if you managed to try the new drink at the café you mentioned the other day, and he reminds you that he’s coming back in a couple days, so make sure you remember to pick him up from the airport!

When he can’t facetime, he’s sending you videos; videos of the guys goofing off at practice, videos of him working out, videos of behind the scene interviews.

He’s sad you don’t get to be there with him but he does everything he can to share his experiences with you anyway

Bokuto even started his own personal tradition during every away game

If MSBY wins, he sends flowers to your door step.

If MSBY loses, he still sends you flowers anyway because he just wants you to know that he’s thinking of you always

Atsumu

He doesn’t want to admit it, but Atsumu goes into emo mode whenever he’s away.

When you ask him how he’s doing, he’ll always tell you that he’s fine

But the pictures Bokuto and Hinata sent you of Atsumu crying into his protein shake tell you a different story.

You try to make him feel better by sending him tiktoks and memes, and it works for a second, until he sees a mug in the tiktok that looks JUST like the mug you got for him when you first started dating, and now all he’s thinking about is how he wants go back home and drink his coffee from that mug, not the cheap paper ones from his hotel room and god, can the days go by any slower?

talk about dramatic

But you can never stand to see Atsumu so down

And you don’t do this every single time, but when MSBY loses and Sakusa was the one to text you a video of Atsumu staring longingly out his hotel window, you asked him what city their next game was going to be in, and bought yourself a plane ticket there.

You don’t want to spoil Atsumu like this. You really don’t, and you usually won’t

But when you walk into the gym, Atsumu’s eyes land on you, and his entire face lights up, his whole demeanor changes, he’s standing a little taller, his smile a little wider, and all of a sudden, the whole room just felt so much brighter.

He’s in the middle of a pre-game interview, and all of a sudden his words trail off and the interviewer’s like “Miya-san? You were saying?”

But he can’t wait any more, so he’ll excuse himself, and all cameras are on him when he scoops you up from the floor and plant kisses all over your face.

You don’t always spoil Atsumu like this, but when he points at you after scoring his third service ace in a row, you know you’ve done a good thing

Sakusa

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Sakusa doesn’t tell you he misses you because he doesn’t really think he does? It’s normal for professional athletes to spend time away from their s/o, right? This was to be expected, Sakusa knew you guys would have to spend some time apart, he was prepared for this.

Still, irritation floods through him when he wakes up to a shrill alarm instead of your sweet voice.

He snaps at Bokuto when he has to eat the team’s provided lunch, and not the lunch you make and pack for him.

He’s particularly cranky when his uniform was wrinkled on game day, and you weren’t there with your emergency Wrinkle-Release Spray

He doesn’t directly say ‘I miss you’ but you hear it in his words anyway.

When he complains about the hotel’s mattress and how it’s “nothing compared to our bed at home” you know that he feels your absence.

“The food here makes me want to gag, all I want is your tempura”

“My skin feels so raw from the scratchy towels; the towels you bought us feel much softer.”

“Babe, how’d you manage to make all my stuff fit in my luggage? I can’t pack it the way you do.”

Sakusa most likely won’t blow up your phone, but he always makes sure to send you a good morning and good night text

He doesn’t buy you flowers, but when he gets home, he hands you a large bag without saying anything.

“What’s all this?” you grunt, cause damn that bag was heavy.

But Sakusa was shrugged. “Souvenirs. I thought you’d like them.”

And you squeal in excitement, pulling him to sit down on the same couch that he’s been thinking of for weeks, a smile on his face as he watches you sift through all the little knick knacks and presents that reminded him of you.

Hinata

EXCITED BOY

He’s constantly texting you and checking in, even when he doesn’t have to

☀️Shoyo☀️(6:58am): We just got to the gym where they’re letting us practice!

☀️Shoyo☀️(7:01am): I’m about to go into the locker room and change now

☀️Shoyo☀️(7:05am): Whoops I think I made the wrong turn.

☀️Shoyo☀️(7:07am): Whoa, this gym is pretty big; I wonder what other sports they could use it for?

☀️Shoyo☀️(7:15am): Wait, I can’t find my way back

☀️Shoyo☀️(7:30am): Babe, help

He doesn’t facetime you like Bokuto, but he is blowing up your phone just the same.

He misses you of course, that’s a given, but to be honest he mostly does it because he doesn’t want YOU to miss HIM.

Maybe that’s the wrong way to put it; he wants you to miss him but he doesn’t want to ever make you feel lonely.

He knows that feeling so well :( he never wants to be the cause of your loneliness. And if he had to pick between being a persistent man or an aloof man, then Hinata will choose persistence five hundred times over.

Hinata has an incredible talent of being able to make you smile and laugh, even if it’s simply through a screen, from hundreds of miles away.

Even though his career and ever-changing schedule can make things a little extra challenging, when you see him play on TV, watch as the crowd cheers and hollers for Hinata, listen to the way the commentators describe his insane plays, and you realize you don’t mind having to share Hinata with the world

Because when he stares directly into the camera and smiling while he holds both hands over his heart, you know this gesture was meant only for you.

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cheri-translates · 3 years

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The CN players received phone calls from the MLQC guys on 23 June 2021 to usher in summer~

[ GAVIN ]

Hello? This is Gavin.

The weather has been pretty good lately, and it’s getting warm.

I remember how you said that summer is a really good season. There’s a comfortable night breeze, and lots of seasonal fruits and beverages.

So I’d like to ask you - want to head out together?

I’ve looked at a few neighbouring towns, and they’re all very suitable for a vacation. There aren’t many people, and there are quite a lot of local delicacies.

[laughs] This doesn’t count as a sudden plan. Sparky has been in the garage for a very long time, and I gave it a new coat of paint a few days ago. Since we’ve both been busy these few days, I thought about how you haven’t seen its new look. So, I thought to use this opportunity to take you to a different place.

[laugh] It has also been a long time since you sat on the backseat and went on a spin with me, hasn’t it?

Regardless, free up a few days’ worth of time. I don’t want to miss summer with you this year.

[ SHAW ]

Hey, it’s Shaw. I finally got through. Finding a signal here is really troublesome.

I’m in the western suburbs. Mm, it was a sudden field inspection. The Old Man said that he dug up a tomb from the Tang Dynasty recently, and asked me to join him in salvaging the relic.

Sigh. There’s nothing fun about it. I almost died from the heat here. I’m not sunburnt. I wore a large straw hat, so, mm... my arms have a slightly different colour.

Back to the topic, I disappeared for so many days. Why didn’t you send me a single message?

Tch, forget it. I suppose you were busy, so I’ll forgive you. But when I’m back, you have to make up for these few days’ worth of time.

How to make up for them?

Very simple. There are quite a lot of things to do in summer. As for what to do and where to go, those are your concerns. I’m only responsible for going along with you.

[ KIRO ]

Miss Chips, it’s me, Kiro!

I just finished filming an interview. The host asked me which item I love to use most in summer. Guess what I thought of!

It’s the mini cactus fan you gave me the last time. It has been promoted and is now my favourite small object. I keep it in my sleeve during filming, and it’s especially cooling.

Most importantly, holding it always makes me feel like you’re keeping me company. It’s as though the distance and time between us aren’t that big of a deal.

Erm, it isn’t anything major. The reason why I suddenly called you was to say that I’ll be able to free up my schedule soon. Once it’s free, let’s go somewhere to have fun.

Hmm... we could go on a drive to see the ocean, or walk around an interesting place.

I want to leave some beautiful memories with you this summer.

[ LUCIEN ]

It’s me, Lucien.

Without realising it, summer has arrived. Do you still remember how you complained to me about how you’d feel drowsy in the afternoon and have low efficiency at work? I’m thinking that it’s because the weather has been overly hot and stuffy recently.

You asked me if there were any ways to improve concentration. Even though I recommended a few techniques, I don’t approve of you straining yourself too much. Learning how to relax occasionally is very important.

Why did I suddenly bring this up? It’s because... the cicadas outside the window are too noisy. The work on hand happens to be drawing to an end, which is why I just decided to give myself a vacation.

I want to find joyful moments in this season together with you.

So if you see me appearing before you afterwards, I hope you wouldn’t be overly surprised.

[ VICTOR ]

It’s me, Victor.

Why are you so nervous? There aren’t any problems with the document you submitted. And I’m not here to talk about work.

I was probably infected by your foolishness. When I was tidying up Souvenir’s stocklist, I realised that without realising it, I had bought quite a number of ingredients to make ice-cream, and they’re all of your favourite flavours.

Don’t just laugh in a silly manner. Remember to get off work punctually, and come over early to try the dishes.

Also, free up the next few days and head out with me. This would prevent a certain someone from saying that she’s wasting the wonderful sun again, and how she can only grow mushrooms in the office during such good weather.

[laughs] I do want spend this summer together with you. And I do feel a little unused to not having a certain someone by my side. Is that very strange?

All right, I’m hanging up. Remember to make arrangements beforehand, so unexpected situations wouldn’t occur when the time comes.

#mlqc #mlqc cn

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 3 years

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Moe Moe Mallekei Kyun~

In which Malleus and Cater go to a maid café, and shenanigans ensue.

... I’ve been wanting to write this for a long time.

***Warning: mild spoilers for Malleus’s PE Uniform personal story!***

Imagine this...

“Lilia-sama.”

Two bodyguards fell into line, saluting simultaneously to their vice dorm leader.

“We just finished combing through the prime gargoyle locations around campus,” Silver reported. “Unfortunately, there was no sight of Malleus-sama to be found. The accounts of the various students we interviewed also corroborate that the Young Master has not recently been spotted in the area.”

“I see. Thank you, Silver.” Lilia sighed, cupping his cheek in one hand. “Hm, this is a bit odd. Wherever could he have wandered off to this time?”

At that moment, a ping! sounded off. Lilia fished his phone out of his pocket and, with one glance at the screen, his expression softened.

“You don’t suppose some dastardly villain has… kidnapped the Young Master and is holding him for ransom, do you?!” Sebek’s eyes nearly bulged out of his skull at the thought. “If that is the case… THEN WE HAVE FAILED AS MALLEUS-SAMA’S KNIGHTS!!”

“Now, now--let’s not jump to conclusions. Even if that were true, I’m certain that Malleus would be able to easily fend off assailants on his own. Perhaps he has simply lost his way, or headed off campus to run an errand.”

“... Without warning us in advance?”

“I would have happily accompanied the Young Master wherever he went--EVEN TO THE ENDS OF TWISTED WONDERLAND ITSELF!!”

“Kufufu. Malleus is still young at heart. Let us allow him this moment of independence, just this once. He will find his way home eventually.”

“Welcome home, my masters!!”

Malleus skidded to a stop in the doorway—for beyond it laid unknown territory. The interior sported cream walls, with fairy lights, streamers, and paper flowers strung up. A number of tables and chairs, populated with people, were set against flowing white curtains.

Young ladies flitted about, balancing trays of food and drinks, cameras, and microphones. Each wore the same outfit, consisting of a frilly headdress, an apron, and a black dress with lace trim and ribbons.

And now, one of those uniformed girls extended a hand to him and a warm, welcoming smile.

Malleus frowned and turned to the orange haired young man beside him. “... Diamond. What is this strange establishment you’ve brought me to?”

“Mm? It’s a maid café,” Cater chirped, glancing up from his phone. “You said you’ve never been before, right?”

“Well, yes… However, when you invited me to join you for an outing, I did not expect this to be our destination.”

“It’ll be fine~ We’re already here, so let’s get seated!” Cater insisted cheerily, ushering the fae through the door.

“Right this way, my masters!” The greeter giggled and led the way, eventually stopping at a vacant table set for two. As the duo slipped into their seats, she handed them menus and moistened towels. “We have a wide selection of special services and delicious dishes for your enjoyment!”

Malleus hesitantly flipped open the (very pink) menu and ran his eyes down the page of available items. Along with the expected offerings of desserts, savory foods, and beverages were odd listings: massage, ear cleaning, karaoke, game, arts and crafts, picture, spoon feeding, live song and dance...

He stared quizzically at Cater, who seemed to be taking everything in stride.

“I’ll take a plate of omurice! How about you, Malleus-kun?”

He stared back at his menu, trying to make rhyme or reason of the unique names. What in the Great Seven was a Pyon ❤ Pyon Sunshine Bar…? Or a Lucky☆Happy☆Cookie? Malleus’s brows furrowed in both concentration and confusion.

“I… I shall have the local specialty, whatever that may be,” the fae prince declared at last.

“Excellent choices! And would you like a bunny, or a kitty?”

“You hand out animals at this eating establishment? Is that not a health code violation?”

“Aaah, Malleus-kun, she doesn’t mean real rabbits and cats. Look--you’ll see when she brings them, okay?” Cater laughed awkwardly. Then, turning to the waitress, he held up his index finger. “One of each, little lady~”

“Of course!” She scribbled down a few words on her heart shaped notepad before prancing off.

“... Diamond. Are you certain this is the fabled maid café of which you spoke of?” Malleus asked, folding his arms. “I find it difficult to believe that every patron here is descended from a high class lineage. Furthermore, the servers are wearing attire entirely unlike that of a traditional household servant.”

Cater blinked once, twice—then chuckled.

“Maid cafés are like normal cafés. Anyone can go to them to play pretend and chill for a while! The difference is that the waitresses are dressed cutely and offer fun services. Singing, dancing, playing games—that kinda thing!”

“I do not understand.” Malleus swept a hand at their surroundings. “The purpose of this establishment is merely for… amusement?”

“Yup! People get tired of the daily grind sometimes, so they go to places like this to see cute stuff and just take a load off.”

“I… I see.” Malleus tucked his thumb and forefinger under his chin. “We do not have anything like your maid cafes in the Valley of Thorns.”

“You don’t? What sort of things do you do back home for fun, then?”

“I was not allowed to venture far from the palace grounds. Most of my time was spent indoors, studying spells or honing my magical abilities.”

Cater inclined his head. “Oooh, right! Because you’re a prince and all, you weren’t able to do much—but hey! Things are different now! You’ve got Cay-kun to show you a good time!”

“Ah, yes. A ‘good time’...” Malleus attempted at a smile, which came out more wary than he had intended.

“Thank you for waiting!” a girlish voice chirped—their waitress had returned, wearing a tray of food in one hand and two headbands in the other. “Here is your omurice and Nyan ✨ Nyan ✨ Kitty-chan Parfait, plus one pair of kitty ears and one pair of bunny ears!”

She handed Cater his dish—a bed of ketchup flavored fried rice, sealed by a wobbling omelet and garnished with a sprig of parsley.

“Mm! Smells delicious. Thanks a bunch~” Cater grinned, winking at his server.

The maid giggled and placed Malleus’s dessert before him, along with the headbands.

“Would you like me to draw or write something special for you on your meal, master?” she asked, gesturing to Cater’s omurice.

“Sure thing! Could you write ‘Mallekei’? Oh, and a couple of hearts would be cute, too!”

“As you wish!”

As the maid set to work, Malleus marveled at the sight of his parfait.

Colorful scoops of ice-cream, granola, and sliced fruits were layered inside of a tall glass cup. A generous crown of whipped cream and a drizzle of strawberry sauce topped it off. Sticking out from the whipped cream were two wafer triangles and dots of chocolate candies, forming a cat-like face.

How adorable.

… But not adorable enough to be spared.

“Thank you for the food.” The fae raised his spoon to demolish the poor parfait kitten—

“Stop, stop, Malleus-kun!!” Cater cried, frantically waving his arms. “N-Not yet!!”

Malleus lowered his spoon with a frown. “Food is meant to be consumed, Diamond. Is there an issue you have with my table etiquette?”

“Well—no, but…” Cater played with a lock of his orange hair and sighed. “There’s certain rituals we need to do first!”

“Rituals? Oh, my apologies. I was not aware. Please proceed with your regularly scheduled… rituals.”

“Ahaha, you’re a quick learner! First thing’s first, let’s put on our headbands!” Cater swept up the cat ears and passed them over. “Here, to match your parfait! I’ll take the rabbit.”

Malleus gingerly nestled the cat ears on his head, copying Cater’s movements. It was a bit tricky maneuvering around his horns, but somehow, he managed.

“Oh!! Those ears suit you so well!” the waitress said, glancing up from decorating the omurice. Carefully placed splotches of ketchup spelled out ‘Mallekei’, hearts and little sparkles littering the space around the boys’ combined names.

“... Do they?” Malleus doubted it.

“They do!!” Cater reassured him with a laugh. “Ne, ne, miss! Can you take our picture so my friend here can have a souvenir to take home with him?”

“Certainly!” She replaced the bottle of ketchup and hurried off, returning shortly after with a polaroid camera. “Are you ready, my masters?”

“Ready, Malleus-kun?”

“Hmph. Of course. I will have you know that my posing abilities have improved considerably since our last encounter. Do not underestimate me.”

“Oh, that’s great! You’ve been practicing! Then… on the count of three, we nyah, okay?”

“... What is ‘nyah’?” Malleus inquired, his confidence suddenly waning.

“Eh?” A blip of surprise crossed Cater’s face. “Like, y’know… nyah!”

The influencer curled both of his hands into balls and made a pawing motion at his friend. “Now you try!”

“Like this?” Malleus mimicked him. He was more stiff—definitely not as practiced—but the general motion was still recognizable.

“Very good, master!!” the waitress gushed, raising the polaroid up. “On three?”

“1, 2, 3… Nyah!”

A flash went off, sending stars into Malleus’s vision. As he rubbed the daze out of his eyes, Cater’s voice called out to him.

“Are you okay there?”

“I am well. There is no need for your concern,” the fae insisted. “This ritual… it is more confounding that I took it to be.”

“Eeeh? It’s not meant to be hard or anything. Just relax, relax!” Cater paused before adding, “It’s part of the ritual’s requirements! You need to be nice and loose for the last step!”

“What is this last step?”

“We need to cast a magic spell to make your food taste extra tasty!” the waitress declared cheerily.

“Hoh?” A smirk found its way onto Malleus’s face. “That can easily be arranged. Allow me to do the honors.”

He put his hand before his parfait, an eerie green glow emulating from his palm. The sinister light engulfed his dish and Cater’s, sending them floating midair. Radioactive ice-cream and omurice hovered above their heads, causing both Cater and their maid to recoil in shock.

Other customers stared at the spectacle from their own tables. One man’s jaw dropped, the forkful of spaghetti bolognese in his mouth clattering onto the floor.

“You, who provides sustenance to the masses, become that which is delici—“

“H-Hold on a sec, Malleus-kun!!” Cater practically leapt over the table to seize his friend’s glowing hand. “Not that kind of spell!!”

Eyes wide with surprise, Malleus allowed his magic to settle down. The parfait and omurice gently floated back onto their table, and the maid sighed with relief.

“Is there a different spell needed for this occasion? I assure you that I am well-versed in practical magic—you need only speak its name, and I can conjure the proper…”

“No, no! It’s—“ Cater casted a look at their server and nervously chuckled. “Ne, Maid-chan~ Think you can give us a demonstration of the right spell?”

“Yes, master!” the girl, ever professional, flashed a perky grin. “Please watch carefully!!”

The maid set down her polaroid on the table. She then arched her fingers into C-like shapes, thumb extended straight. Pushing her hands together, she formed a heart and aimed it in the direction of the boy’s dishes.

“Moe moe kyuuuuuun!”

“What an odd spell. In all my years, I have never heard of such an enchantment…”

“Well, there’s a first for everything, right?” Cater flicked one of his floppy rabbit ears. “Plus, it should be no problem for the great Malleus-sama to pull off this spell, right?”

“This is child’s play,” Malleus’s laugh was like the earth itself rumbling. His lips quirked into a small smile. “You will join me in performing this sacred ritual, will you not, Diamond?”

“Of course~”

“Very well.”

They made hearts and thrust them upon their meals. And together, they uttered those three magic words.

“Moe moe kyuuuuun!!”

“Welcome back, Malleus,” Lilia greeted. The vice dorm leader nonchalantly hung from the ceiling, his raven and magenta bangs suspended midair. “Did you have fun on your outing?”

“Lilia. You knew?” Malleus slowly shut the door behind him, chasing away the cool air of the night. He spoke softly, knowing that sounds carried in the dusty hallways of Diasomnia and could disturb its residents.

“The wonders of modern technology,” Lilia trilled, expertly landing beside his young master. He brandished his phone in a gloved hand, a text message displayed on the screen.

hey hey lilia-chan! gonna steal malmal-kun for the day~ he’ll be back later, but do me a solid and keep it a secret from s&s til then, ‘kay? thnx!! (✿˶˘ ³˘)~♡

“It looks as though I have been exposed.”

“There is no shame in making new friends. In fact, I’m proud of you for expanding your horizons.” Lilia beamed. “Though what a shame it is that I was not present to grab a few pictures. Hopefully Cater fulfilled that task for me.”

The ancient fae tilted forward in his toes and peered up at his prince. “Soooo? Where did you sneak off to?”

“Fufu. Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“My. Is that any way to treat the man that kept Silver and Sebek from hunting you down?” Lilia teased, wagging a finger.

“Such loyalty,” Malleus smirked, hands on his hips, “deserves to be rewarded.”

He produced a polaroid photograph from his breast pocket and presented it with a flourish. The image, forever captured in time, was that of Malleus and Cater—the former with cat ears, the latter with bunny ears—with hands balled to resemble paws. Cater cheekily winked, while Malleus looked slightly bewildered.

The edges of the polaroid were dotted with stickers—smiley faces, flowers, and hearts. Marker had been used to scrawl on whiskers and blushes over both boys’ cheeks.

Overall, cutesy—overwhelming so.

But the Malleus and Cater in the picture were happy.

Their eyes shining like jewels.

Nyah-ing their hearts out.

#twst #twisted wonderland #Malleus Draconia #Cater Diamond #twisted wonderland imagines #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland scenarios #something no one asked for #spoilers

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babydollmarauders · 4 years

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DATING CHARLIE GILLESPIE HEADCANONS

Requested: No

Pairing: Charlie Gillespie x Reader

Warnings: None. Pure fluff.

A/N: I’ve had SUCH bad writers block lately, but I wrote this for my twitter gc (Charlie’s Angels) and felt like I should post it on here.

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• cute polaroids of him kissing your cheek, you kissing his cheek, you two kissing and you with your arms around his neck like you’re hugging him

• pictures of you and him at his premiers, you going to support him and you both laughing with one another and him asking if you’re okay because of all the flashing lights .. and pics where you look at one another with love and affection , sometimes at each other and sometimes when one of you are looking away

• Stargazing

• Late night drives of you two, in the winter and summer but in the summer it would be with a convertible

• Candlelit dinner or romantic meals he’s made (with the help of calling his mom)

• a mix tape of your fave songs and songs that remind him of you, also songs that you both listen too together

• Surprise visits when he’s on set from you and vice versa , him surprising you

• sending his fave flowers when he’s on set & buying little souvenirs from Each place he’s filmed at

• takeaway Friday or Saturday & duvet movie Sunday’s, both sitting down at night on weekdays and just putting on your fave films with a pizza or Chinese OR watching a new tv show together

• cute / cringe posts of the two of you or him putting one of just you and you putting one of just him. especially around Valentine’s Day and birthdays, also the anniversary of when you first started dating, and when he’s away on set, a “miss him” kinda post, lots of insta stories of the two of you or of him being a dork, especially pics of him on the set in grey joggers or shirtless and just looking cozy / lazy during a night time film and you posting it with a cute caption, him doing the same if you go to a beach or for a meal. especially the back of you.

• Cute little house parties / get togethers and him constantly looking at you and coming over to you, both of you being really clingy and just holding each other, slight hand touches too at times... pics of you cuddling being posted by friends, or if you have a movie night with friends, you resting your legs on his lap and him having his hand on your thigh or you snuggling into your side and him putting his arm around u to cuddle you

• lots of forehead kisses, him calling you beautiful, babe, baby & sweetheart ... and you calling him handsome and saying he’s a beautiful boy

• him gently playing with your hair to make you feel sleepy or relaxed, toe rubs.. you always playing with his hair too and you ruffling it to annoy him

• him being shy around you, you’d make him shy because of how much he likes you and him blushing and kissing you. and you being like “you loveeeeee me” and teasing him constantly over his love for you...

• posts/insta stories when you’re in bed together and putting captions like “he’s ignoring me” or you and him doing face masks together and his hair being in a stretchy headband

• lots of paparazzi pics of you two just walking the streets , holding hands, having convos ... going shopping together .. visiting cute places and him trying to get you come with him to his work A LOT.

• him always putting you first, you being close with his family, sometimes bringing you up in interviews and referring to you as his girlfriend and being like “well me and my girlfriend” or “my girlfriends likes when...”

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Taglist: @starkeysgirl @meangirlsx @whyisquill @walkingonshunshine @sunsetcurve-h @aunicornmademedoit @solophantoms @noncannonships @chennyetomlinson @dpaccione @lolychu @carleywhittaker @pinkflowercassy

#jatp imagines #jatp #julie and the phantoms imagines #julie and the phantoms imagine #julie and the phantoms #luke patterson #charlie gillespie #hcs #headcanons #jatp headcanons #julie and the phantoms headcanons

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xiaomoxu · 3 years

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MLQC CN Victor - Chapter 37

SPOILER ALERT!!

A main story from CN server which hasn’t been released in EN server. REALLY contains detailed spoilers. A mixed feelings such angst, sweet and love-his-dummy by CEO Victor!

PART 1

Downstairs LFG, the film crew is still busy in an orderly manner.

A month ago, LFG launched an unprecedented charity project, mobilizing all the resources of the group, and watching the last moment before the arrival of the comet group with all mankind.

In addition to regular material donations, psychological counseling, and medical assistance, there is also a special item one wish list.

In the last issue of "Miracle Finders", we selected this subject for reporting.

Photographer: Everyone pay attention, go one first, and prepare the light for one-

Teenager: Ok, can I just say the words directly?

Willow: To put it straight, there is nothing to worry about, we can do it again, let's do it again!

The teenager was encouraged, and smiled and showed two small teeth.

Teenager: I am seventeen years old. I am an ordinary high school student. Although you can't see it now, I have lived in darkness for these seventeen years.

Teenager: Due to chromosomal abnormalities, I have suffered from congenital blindness since birth...

Teenager: The doctors all said that despite the advanced level of medical technology, they are still helpless against such diseases and hope that I will accept the reality.

Teenager: But I still don't give up. I don't want to usher in death without actually seeing the world, so I contacted LFG Group with the last hope!

Just as the teenager expected, LFG quickly found a Healer Evolver on the Island, and treated him so that he finally saw the light.

Teenager: Although I can only look at the world for a short time, how many times in a person's life can I witness miracles happen? I am very satisfied!

After he finished speaking, he gave everyone a young and a little embarrassed smile. The beautiful dark eyes are full of light, especially bright in the night.

MC: ... That's nice.

Until the last moment, miracles continued to happen.

I raised my head and looked at the towering LFG Building in front of me, thinking back to Victor when he started the project and jokingly said-

"I hope everyone can be like an idiot, as long as they fulfill their wishes, they will be happy." The tone couldn't help but felt a moment of surprise.

I hope that the last issue of "Miracle Finders" will produce satisfactory answers to him.

With emotion, I strode into the LFG Building.

At this time, most of LFG's staff has left, and most of the work spaces in the building have been vacated.

Even if some are still willing to suspend their posts and help Victor handle some charity projects, they are no longer sitting here and only exchange information via phone and email.

Goldman: I have been waiting for you for a long time!

I was still in a daze, and Goldman came over with aggrieved expression. Probably because I told him that I was almost there an hour ago, but I didn’t come up because shooting for most of the day in the downstairs town.

As soon as he saw me appear, he cast a "God finally" look.

Goldman: The CEO handed it to you, I'm going to prepare for the next meeting.

He hurriedly put the previously prepared contract into my hand, lightly approached the door of the CEO's office, and knocked the door.

Victor: Come in.

Hearing Victor's voice coming from behind the door, I quickly hid the hand holding the contract behind my back.

Goldman opened the door halfway and walked in.

Goldman: CEO, can we conduct an induction interview now?

Victor: Interview? When is it scheduled?

Goldman: Yesterday, I remember it was in your schedule.

After a short silence, Victor gave instructions indifferently.

Victor: Bring it in.

I strode forward, held back a sneer, and stood still in front of Victor. Before speaking, Goldman hurriedly took the door out, leaving a room of silence.

MC: Hello, CEO! I am the candidate for interview today!

I said hello to Victor very politely, and even bowed symbolically, with a sincere expression when I raised my head.

Victor: ....

Victor let out a sigh of relief, as if he had lifted his spirits from a long and exhausting work, and couldn't help but laugh when he met my sincere gaze.

MC: Reporting to the CEO, although I have limited work experience, I am active in doing things.

MC: The CEO of the most ruthless venture capital company in the industry has won a 500 million investment!

MC: Moreover, the level of stress resistance is first-rate, no matter how big the challenge is, how many plans are rejected, you can face the difficulties!

MC: In addition, I am quite familiar with LFG's business and can start working in a short time.

Victor sighed lightly, probably because I was too noisy.

Victor: Only you can make such boastful remarks without blushing at all. You come to LFG, don't care about your company?

MC: The final issue of "Discovering the Miracle" will soon be filmed, and sister Anna will be responsible for the remaining post-production work. I don't need to worry about it anymore.

MC: I always find a place to shine and heat, right?

MC: Or I have to be a rice bug for a month...

MC: In short, I am especially willing to share the worries and problems for the CEO

Victor touched his lips slightly, revealing a smile.

Victor: Didn't you often say that being a rice bug is your ultimate dream? Now that you have a chance to realize your dream, but you are not willing?

He was so eloquent, so that scenes of past scenes of bluffing and saying that I didn't want to go to work really appeared before me.

MC: But I have already changed my dreams.

I stepped forward two more steps, narrowed the distance with Victor, and stared quietly into his eyes

MC: My dream now is to be with you.

The outline of Victor's smile on the corners of his lips curled up, and his expression sank duplicity, and put out the CEO's frame in a serious manner.

Victor: LFG’s attendance system is strict, and the consequences of absence are serious. Be mentally prepared.

I walked up to him, took out the contract that had been hidden behind my back, and unfolded it on the table.

MC: I won't be absent, I will do what you say.

Speaking softly, pressing his usual fountain pen directly on the contract, it seemed to be "forcing the signing".

MC: If I can't do it... I will be punished.

Victor hastily flipped through the contract, which was only a few pages long, and paused as his gaze passed by the post.

Victor: Confirmed?

MC: Yes!

I deserved to be confident and without any explanation. Victor raised his head and looked at me with a clear smile in his eyes. He turned the contract another page.

Victor: The contract is valid for three years.

MC: Huh? It should be the contract template copied by Goldman, right? Renew after the three-year period expires!

Victor neatly signed his name on the last page, stood up and took my hand.

Victor: Let's go, the meeting is about to begin.

MC: What meeting? Wait, am I going to work as soon as I start?

Victor: According to the contract, every minute of yours belongs to me, and it takes effect immediately.

Is there such an unequal clause? Goldman's drafting of a contract is quite tricky

MC: You capitalists are squeezing employees too much!

Victor was slightly late to me, with a smile on his lips.

Victor: Well, capitalists are like this.

The conference room was already full of people, only the first two seats were still empty.

One of them is where Victor often sits.

I remember when I came to LFG for a meeting for the first time, I could only sit on the small bench in the corner and couldn't see his face even when I stretched out my head.

Victor: let's start.

I sat down next to Victor, glanced across the crowd, and leaned silently on the back of the chair.

Goldman opened the prepared PPT and stood in front of us.

Goldman: Now carry out the relevant reports on the work of last week,

PART 2

A sign hung at the door of Souvenir, which said that today is the last day of the restaurant’s business.

MC: Thank you for your preference for this restaurant, Souvenir will permanently close the store

LFG provoked too heavy responsibility, and Victor had no time to take care of Souvenir. I raised my head and looked at the blue light on the TV tower.

During the eternal night, the TV tower is bright yellow during the day and blue at night, marking the day and night. These days, people have been accustomed to measuring time in this way.

It seems that no matter what kind of predicament they are in, as long as there is a moment of peace, people are willing to steal a moment of peace and delay satisfaction.

I am no exception.

With Victor in front of the wind and rain, I even occasionally forget the reality that I am about to face, can let go of all my worries, and be silly in front of him carefree.

If time can be reversed, I can go back to the first time I stood in front of Souvenir...

I lowered my gaze and pushed the door into the restaurant.

MC: Mr. Mills, I

Before I could say hello, I was stunned by the scene before me.

Souvenir, who had always been cold and cold, is now full of voices, all seats are full of seats, even those who have never been before, and he has added new chairs.

Mr. Mills was busy between the tables with a smile on his face.

I hurried over to ask if I need help.

MC: Mr. Mills, shall I do this?

I was about to take the tray from Mr. Mills, but he shook his head hurriedly.

Mr. Mills: No, no, it's going to close in a while, the manager is waiting for you inside.

MC: Alright!

I walked towards the kitchen, and along the way, I was surprised by the food on the guests' table.

Like what the customer wanted to eat, Victor made something for them.

At the last moment, Souvenir's rules are no longer important.

Girl: Mom, this one is delicious, so delicious!

Six or seven-year-old children ate the little cakes with all their faces, holding their little hands and sending the spoons to their mothers, wanting their mothers to taste them too.

The young mother cooperatively ate the cream in the sentence and smiled hesitantly. She gently touched her daughter's head, but her eyes were full of sighs.

The family at the table next door talked about the topic of the younger son's college entrance examination this year, and they were rushing to plan for his future. They seemed to believe that someone would come out to save the world.

I stepped into the restaurant and walked into the back kitchen.

MC: Victor....

He stood at the window with his back straight. There was a deep night outside. I dazzled my eyes to see his black suit melt into the darkness, lonely and silent.

I walked over and pulled his sleeve slightly.

MC: Have you been busy all night?

MC: You can call me over in advance, and I can give you a hand.

Victor: With your culinary skills, you can't match up with Souvenir's back kitchen.

Victor glanced at me from the corner of the light, smiled faintly, and closed the slightly open window.

The moment he raised his hand, I saw that the pointer on his wrist watch was already three o'clock in the morning, but everyone didn't realize that the night was deep.

The world freezes in the dark, making time lose all meaning.

MC: The guests outside all had a good time.

MC: By the way, there was a little cake that a kid ate, with a few blueberries on top, and a layer of soft stuff inside. I don't know if it's ice cream... it looks super delicious!

Faced with my vivid expressions, Victor looked helpless as expected.

Victor: Three year old are not as good as you in eat. A pair of eyes fixed on the food all day long.

MC: Isn't it great? I will eat everything you make clean and happy, and I will change my way to praise your superb cooking skills!

I used an exaggerated tone to learn the child's way of speaking, trying to make Victor smile, but he still looked calm.

Victor: Ah, very good.

Those eyes that met me were as light as water, and they saw an unspeakable feeling in my heart. After he came back, something changed in his eyes.

I can't be sure, but I just faintly feel that the person standing in front of me at this moment is stronger than before but also lonelier than before.

In the past, silence was due to work habits and character.

The silence now means that no matter what you face, you can be calm and calm. The calm is strange.

MC: Victor, seven of the travel coins you gave me have not been exchanged. You said before that you would do everything you promised me.

I changed the subject suddenly, and Victor was still indifferent.

Victor: Seven? Didn't you secretly put a lot in the box again?

MC: … you’re not paying attention.

Victor: Really, when I don't pay attention?

The silence of the night was always reflected in his eyes, brewing the silence deeper.

MC: So you won't break your promise, will you?

MC: Everything you promised me will be honored in the future, right?

Perhaps it was because my words were too impatient to be too direct, Victor finally touched my hair as if calming down, and stepped forward to get closer to me.

The familiar temperature fell on the front of my forehead, which made my panic feelings find support.

Victor: Don't worry, I won't break my promise. Not now, and not in the future.

At this moment, I saw a slight surge of joy in his eyes.

Mr. Mills: Mr. Victor.

Mr. Mills walked in slowly, smiling.

Mr. Mills: Mr. Victor, after proofing today, I would like to continue to look after the restaurant. Please allow me.

Victor: Mr. Mills

Victor took two steps forward and solemnly nodded to Mr. Mills.

Victor : Of course. Over the years, thank you very much for taking care of Souvenir.

Mr. Mills turned to look outside the kitchen.

Mr. Mills: The guests all had a nice evening, and they hoped that I would convey my thanks to the chef.

Victor: It is..

Victor paused slightly and thought of something.

Victor: Excuse me, please take out all the wine in the cellar and give it to the guests tonight.

Mr. Mills: .... I understand. Do you need any congratulations?

Victor turned his head and looked at me, raising the corners of his lips indifferently

Victor: Just thank time for giving us abundant food and accumulated wine... With the feelings that have passed through the years.

Outside the window, the silent snow fell slowly in the dark night. In the cool night breeze in midsummer, a layer of untimely coolness blows off.

PART 3

Victor: Is this your specialty?

MC: Do you look down on tomato scrambled eggs?

Victor did not speak, but frowned slightly to express affirmation.

MC: The scrambled eggs with tomatoes are delicious. You can't judge the taste of a dish by its difficulty. I feel wronged for him.

When the Haikou that I once boasted was fulfilled, I vowed to make a rich meal for Victor.

Victor probably feels a headache for me to prepare a home-cooked meal and have to put out ten kinds of kitchen utensils...

He has been standing in the kitchen supervising the work since the beginning, and I don't know if he's afraid of what would happen to the kitchen or what'd happen to me .

MC: Can you stop staring at me like this, I'm nervous.

Victor: What is the guilty conscience?

MC: It feels like waiting for you to approve the plan.

MC: I dropped the eggshells into the bowl when I was beating the eggs just now, I was thinking that you must spit me out.

Victor took out a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet and unsealed it skillfully.

Victor: I'm used to it as you are.

I dealt with the ingredients in my hand and smiled without saying a word.

In the fireplace in the living room, the wood made a snapping sound under the lick of the tongue of fire, and it sang softly to the piano music from the record.

The fine snow outside the window disappeared into the night as soon as it fell to the ground, and time seemed extremely long at this moment.

I carefully handled the ingredients in my hand, and did not notice Victor's gaze.

He put down the wine glass, the glass collided with the marble countertop, and there was a pleasant sound.

At this moment, the night snow stopped in the air, and the fire and the record were speechless. The whole world stopped, and everything was quiet.

Victor: If I let time eternally stop at this moment, would you think I am selfish?

He murmured, as if asking himself or answering himself.

Staring silently at her profile for a while, he stretched out his hand and silently hugged her in his arms.

This is an overly tender hug, without a trace of strong attitude, even the palms that are close to the back appear cautious

MC: Victor...

I stretched out my hand and hugged him tightly without leaving any gap.

Victor took a breath, as if he didn't expect that I would break away from his Evol, but didn't say anything.

MC: If I were not the dignified Queen, I would be completely controlled by you. Your Evol is stronger than I imagined.

He laughed and teased me helplessly.

Victor: It's amazing.

Although he was smiling, I heard a dumb sigh in his voice, so I opened my arms as much as possible to hold him tighter.

MC: Not even...

I stayed securely in his arms, with no intention of leaving this embrace.

MC: It’s just that I always remember the reason why I want to fully awaken, because I don’t want to let you bear everything. Always remember.

This dinner took longer than expected. When we sat down on the sofa in front of the fireplace with red wine, the night was already almost reaching the sky.

For all this time, I have a lot to say to him.

Whether it is the heated discussions in the recent issues of "Discover Myself" or the process of LFG helping people realize their wishes one after another, I am deeply moved.

A couple wanted to go to a very famous sea island to watch the sunset before the end. Unexpectedly, before the trip, the island disappeared overnight.

MC: In fact, I also feel that it was a pity that I couldn't help them realize their wishes. I had seen that island before on the Internet.

MC: At that time, it was also selected as one of the "Top Ten Scenic Spots to Go to Before the End", I did not expect to be submerged by the sea so soon...

Victor: This is what you often say, do what you think of, and don't leave any regrets for yourself. Sometimes impatient fools can do things that many people can't.

I listened to every detail and smile in his voice, and my fingertips drew across the texture of the leather on the sofa.

The more I get to this kind of time, the more I feel that even his laughter seems precious.

MC: But I was a little surprised. The wishes that everyone wants to achieve before the end are so simple.

MC: Look at the light, look at the world, eat a delicious meal with the most important person.

Victor: What people really want has always been very simple. Before that, it was only controlled by desire.

Victor: No matter how long this moment of tranquility can last, for many people, it is enough to enjoy the life they still have.

MC: It is not easy to find the true desire in the heart.

Victor put the empty glass on the coffee table.

Victor: What about you? What is your wish?

After drinking a few glasses of wine, my thoughts were empty. I only heard his low and hoarse voice falling in my ears, and many pictures flashed before my eyes.

MC: I want to see your heart.

I turned to Victor and wanted to find the answer to this question very seriously.

MC: I want to see the real Victor. Without the burden of the CEO, there is no need to worry about the world...

MC: I can put down all the responsibilities on my shoulders, just be yourself... In this way Victor, What will it be like?

He paused for a few seconds, but quickly laughed faintly.

Victor: People cannot put aside all the past and responsibilities independently. In front of you, Victor will always be the most true.

I turned to him, stared at his deep eyes carefully, then stretched out my hand and slowly touched the position of his heart.

When the five fingers fell slowly, I already felt the warmth under his shirt.

A little closer, and the fingertips rubbed the texture of the shirt, and soon, my palm felt the rhythm of his heartbeat warm and powerful.

Victor: ...

With a sigh, Victor reached out and held my fingertips lightly.

Suddenly, the scene before me changed.

PART 4

This is a space I have never seen before.

The solitary galaxy and the dazzling sunlight are constantly flashing in front of my eyes, just like every ray of time that has been inscribed in memory, the brilliance of the moment only flashes, making it impossible to capture.

MC: Victor

He was sitting in the seat directly in front of me, proud and lonely.

All the changes in the stars passed through his silent and deep eyes, and he just stared lightly.

Time passed, he had been sitting like this, his back was straight, his eyes were firm, and he was silent without a word, yet he caught every light and shadow in his eyes.

He seemed to had been sitting here for thousands of years.

For a while, my heart felt like being held down by a deep sea-like loneliness, which made me breathless. After a slight pause, I walked along the long carpet to him.

I squatted down in front of him and looked up at him.

He lowered his head and met my gaze, as if waking up from a long wait, with loose eyebrows at the corners of his eyes.

I stretched out my hand, my fingertips slowly climbed over the edge of his slender finger, and squeezed him from the gap between the slightly bent fingers.

At this moment, I recovered, seeing Victor's eyes reflected in the fire of the fireplace.

We don't know since when we clasp our fingers together and hold our hands together.

In a silent night, only the firewood was still snapping.

MC: Victor, are you tired?

Victor: What do you mean?

MC: Everything.

*All the fatigue of endlessly walking through the timeline, all the tragedy you had to witness, all the pain that you had to bear, all the hopes that you've repeatedly dashed countless times .

MC: You said that it is enough to enjoy your current life before the end. You already know the ending, understand the truth, or do you want to move on?

Victor: Not enough.

Victor spoke softly, but every word made a sound.

Victor: I am not someone who can transcend desires, I also have my own desires.

He doesn't need to say anything, I already know everything.

I curled up on the sofa, silently nestled in his arms, clasped his waist tightly with my hands, and fell on his sturdy chest.

Victor pulled the blanket and put a light hand on my shoulder.

With fire light and falling snow, the sound of two hearts beating is clear.

I know that I am embracing the most real Victor, the extremely real Victor.

PART 5

Time passed quietly, and it came to the last moment.

The whole city is shining bright neon under our feet. Busy and calm-as usual, as if we can wait for every night in the morning light.

MC: Victor, when you brought me here for the first time, did you expect the world to become like this?

Victor shook his head.

MC: So what was the anxiety in your heart when you stood here?

Victor turned his head and looked at me, then smiled.

Victor: It is impossible to completely hold a fool in his hand, hold it tightly, and keep her from leaving.

MC: Did I make you worry a lot? I know you have been looking for me for a long time.

Victor: Not long.

Victor: After experiencing real time, I only feel that the years when I found you were as short as you went to buy me a cup of coffee

Heard what he said, I couldn't help being reminded of memories long ago.

MC: I just thought you were really harsh and annoying. There were so many conditions for asking me to buy a coffee.

MC: .. Now, I really want to buy it for you again

MC: No matter how many weird conditions you have, I will never get it wrong again.

Victor looked towards the boundless sky with emotion. In the night, countless meteors slowly fell, dazzling light across the blue to dark night sky.

It's not long since 19:17.

MC: Victor, I want to do something very important.

Victor: I know.

MC: But I just want to be your dummy and live the most ordinary and ordinary life.

MC: Let you have endless heart and endless planning plans every day, and bring you all kinds of trivial troubles.

MC: Then in the blink of an eye, you can...

With tears in my eyes, crying was already entrained in my voice, so I refused to continue.

Victor: She also said that she didn't like crying anymore.

I took a few breaths and stubbornly held my voice.

MC: I didn't cry!

Victor stepped forward and held me tightly in his arms. Surrounded by the familiar smell, I closed my eyes and gripped the corner of his suit with my hands.

My only wish is to be with him.

It’s okay to laugh and being embraced in his arms like this, I don’t want others.

But more important than this wish...

It's him. He can't just usher in the ending like this.

MC: When I come back, I will bring you a cup of coffee.

I grab his arms and made a promise, and he softly responded by caressing my hair.

Victor: Alright.

MC: That’s all? Don’t you have anything else to say?

MC: In the past, you always remind me about the deadline of my proposal, you would remind me not to oversleep like an elementary school kids for the meeting the next day.

MC: At this important moment, don’t you have something else to say?

MC: I’m going to do something big this time.

Victor loosened his arms around me slightly and looked at me.

Victor: I know.

Victor: But you’re no longer a dummy you used to be, there’s nothing you can’t do.

I have already understood his calmness from his eyes. As expected, I can’t still beat him.

I want to say something, but I felt something. There were snow-white feathers on my fingertips.

There is no time.

I subconsciously grabbed Victor’s hand--

MC: Victor..

My heart was overwhelmed by the huge perseverance, I almost called his name from the deepest part of my throat.

As he was holding me, there’s deep complex look between his brows.

Victor: Are you afraid?

I kept shaking my head, shaking my head anxiously!

It is not fear, nor regret, no matter what is waiting for me in front of me, at this moment I will walk firmly.

But even so, I still want to stop for another moment, a moment is enough for me to call his name again, to look at him again. .

Even... hoping that time can stop at this time.

I don't want to let go of his hand.

Victor hugged me with one hand, lifted my chin, and dropped a deep lingering kiss.

During the exchange of our breathing, I looked into his squinted eyes & saw a love that I had never seen before.

The tears that kept spinning in my eyelids were still drawn from the corners of my eyes when I was on my post. I gripped his shirt tightly, very tightly.

Aware of my silent choking, Victor clapped his hands and wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes with his index fingers.

Victor: Don't be afraid. No matter how difficult things are in front of you in the past, can't you always do well?

Victor: This time, there will be no exception.

The scene in front of me and his voice were slowly dissipating, and I looked at him deeply, unable to say a word.

I clearly felt that Victor held my hand tighter, tighter than ever, as if he wanted to keep me too.

Like he didn't want to leave me alone.

He opened his mouth, what he was saying, but I couldn't hear anything and my senses were blurred.

Victor: ...Remember, to get me back.

MC: What?

I vaguely heard something, but couldn't be sure.

The white wings spread out in the dark night, and the sky is connected one after another, and the scattered white wings sit on the tall buildings together with the meteor, and fall into the street...

Victor let go of my hand and stepped back half a step, his eyes showed unprecedented joy.

MC: Victor!

Victor: I....

He was telling me something. His deep voice was mixed with a firmness that I've never heard before, but I could only vaguely recognize the words that I wanted to hear the most from his mouth. After that she calls his name

MC: Victor...

The sight was finally dark, and Victor's deep gaze disappeared in front of me.

The city fell into the night amidst the noisy shouts-

Victor slowly opened his hand and caught a piece of pure white feather in the air. The corners of his lips were gentle, his eyes drooping slightly.

That feather just lay quietly on his palm, soaked in moonlight, as slender as she looked at him at the last moment.

---- END ----

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