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kitthepurplepotato · 4 months

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Chapter 10 (2/2) - Kirishima’s “roomies forever” party!

Summary: Is it gay to sleep in the same bed as your bro? What about getting married to him?

Warnings: Swear words, KiriBaku centered chapter (NOT platonic)

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“Did you fuck before coming here?!” Katsuki yells right as you two stumble through the door. You thought you did a good job at putting Izuku together after your shenanigans but it’s not like you can magically make his swollen lips disappear.

“Kacchan! No! Uhm… we just… kissed a little bit, that’s all.” Izuku’s face is red as the tomato in your little garden thanks to the fact that Katsuki’s yelling made every single person in the room look towards you two.

“Oh my god, is it finally official? You and Y/N?” Mina perks up right away.

“Took them fucking long enough.” Katsuki rolls his eyes and you can’t help but notice that these guys have their own version of “smart casual” because… well…

Katsuki’s dress shirt is messy and his shirt is only half buttoned. Eijirou’s shirt is literally used as a cape. Kaminari looks like a mafia boss. He even has a fancy fedora. Shinsou didn’t even bother to put a dress shirt on he’s just chilling in his hero suit, clearly still on the call. Momo went all out and she looks absolutely stunning in her black dress, Todoroki is wearing the same style as her. He looks like a prince from another era. You don’t need to ask how their first date went after the camp to know those two are a thing now. Those are just a few examples.

“Let them be, Katsuki.” Eijirou puts his hand on Katsuki’s shoulder to calm him down. “Now that everyone is here, let’s start the celebration!” Kirishima yells and the whole gang sits down on the massive sofa.

Okay, let’s stop here for a second. Let’s talk about Katsuki and Eijirou’s place a little bit.

First of all, this place looks absolutely amazing and you can certainly tell who was in charge for decorating the different rooms because the open kitchen is minimalistic and super clean while the living room is full of pictures, knick knacks and colorful little things. There are pictures about their friends, their family but it’s mostly about the two living here; there are Polaroids all over the place, probably taken by Izuku on their camping trips then there is one long strip of them, probably from a Photo Booth - Eijirou is kissing Katsuki’s cheek while the other rolls his eyes annoyedly.

Wait…

“Ahh, you haven’t been here before! Let me give you a tour.” Eijirou literally pulls you away from the picture with his cheeks tinted pink. He puts a glass of champagne in your hand and ushers you to the other end of the room. “So this this is the living room and the kitchen, obviously. The door in front of you leads to the garden and the sauna which is a separate little building on the side. Then you have the gym room here, guest room here…”

“Wait, that’s Kacchan’s bedroom.” Izuku jumps into Eijirou’s sentence, utterly confused.

“Oh, we made it into a gym a few months ago, I was out of space in my bedroom.” The redhead retorts like it’s no biggie.

“Where does Kacchan sleep then?”

“In my room or the guest room. Depends if he’s grumpy or not.”

You can barely conceal your shit eating grin as you look at your boyfriends defeated face.

“Oh, so you… redid your room with two beds and stuff? Is Kacchan okay with sharing his personal space like that?” Izuku tries to save himself but by the confused look on Eijirou’s face, he’s not gonna win.

“Uhm, no, he kinda slept in my bed all the time anyway so his room was never really used…”

“Okay, stop gossiping.” Katsuki takes over as Eijirou starts to stumble over his own words out of embarrassment. “Yes, I sleep in the same bed as Ei. Then what? That room was fucking cold.”

“Oh, that’s why you cuddle me so much?”

Izuku almost chokes on his drink. This is the best day of your life.

“Duh. You are a fucking furnace. Perfect for my needs.”

“You okay, man?” Eijirou pats Deku’s back a few times to help him with out.

“Yeah, uhm… I just didn’t realize you have such a… close relationship… uhm, do you mind if I have a moment with Sweet Pea in the garden? I think I need some fresh air.” Izuku literally runs out the door before even waiting for an answer.

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“Okay, did you guys talk about this behind my back? Is this a prank? And if not, how did I miss this? Actually, why did they not tell me? Am I not Kacchan’s friend? Am I not important enough to…” Izuku starts to mutter right away.

“Izuku, calm down.” You giggle as you pull him closer. “No, I did not tell them anything and I swear I have nothing to do with this even if it is actually a prank. I’m just as surprised as you are. Not about then sleeping in the same bed but about the fact that they admit it.”

“Oh my god, I feel like my whole world just turned upside down, Sweets. They are my best friends…”

“Calm your pretty tits, maybe they just sleep in the same bed to save some space. Don’t think too much about it for now.”

It’s so hard not to yell “I WAS RIGHT”. So fucking hard.

“Did you really need to comment on my tits? I know this shirt is a little bit too tight…”

“I had to. I like it. Now let’s get back, it looks like Eijirou is about to make a speech.”

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“I’m so glad so many of you managed to get the night off. I know Hitoshi, Ochako and Iida has to go soon so I’ll do this now instead of waiting until the end of the night.” Eijirou starts his speech in his now buttoned shirt. He even managed to get a tie from somewhere. He looks weirdly anxious compared to his usual, bubbly self. “Katsuki and I have been through a lot together… hell, we’ve all been. We fought a war, we got hurt, we lost people who were close to us, we cried, we smiled, we re-learned how to live a normal life together.” The whole team nods at that, their faces already teary as Eijirou goes on. “Katsuki saved me from myself. I hated who I was, I hated my quirk but Katsuki slapped me in the face and made me believe that even I can achieve big things if I try hard enough. Uhm… how was it again?” Eijirou pulls out a little paper from his pocket to take a look and the whole gang laughs. “Duh, of course I had to memorize this, I ain’t a fucking Coelho. So back to what I was about to say… yeah, so… it has been 7 years since we moved in together and I still remember the day Katsuki told me that I have no choice but to move in with him after graduation. I was terrified but also so fucking happy because while I was extremely excited to be a hero and love my own life I just couldn’t see myself without him by my side. I was afraid that I’ll loose contact with all of you. But here we are, the Bakusquad, still together. But… Kats, can you come over here?”

Katsuki looks like a deer in the headlights as Mina ushers him to stand up and go over with a knowing smile on her face. Katsuki stands right next to Eijirou who looks at him like he’s the most precious thing he’s ever seen.

“Uhm… I fucking forgot what I was about to say but you know what, fuck it.” Eijirou mutters with tears in his eyes. Izuku looks mortified. “I feel like I have everything I wanted as a teen; I have a beautiful flat I’m sharing with my best friend, I have the greatest friends and the greatest job. But there is one thing I don’t have; a partner who I know will be with me until death pulls us apart.”

The whole gang goes silent. Izuku chokes on his drink again.

“The fuck are you…” Katsuki is about to yell at him, offended, but Kirishima stops him by putting his palm on his mouth.

“Katsuki. We’ve been living together for 7 years and while I know I’m being selfish right now but…” Eijirou GOES DOWN ON ONE FUCKING KNEE. “Can you promise me you’ll be my roommate forever?”

Mina cries like a baby while the rest of the gang gawks at the two bozos, completely dumbfounded. You have no idea how to react. Izuku.exe has stopped working completely next to you.

“Eijirou, what the actual fuck are you doing right now?!” Katsuki mumbles with a red face.

“I’m asking you to be my roommate forever? Is that weird? I thought it’s really manly…”

“Eijirou, you just went down and one knee and proposed to me. Look at Iida’s confused fucking face! Deku is having a stroke!” Katsuki yells at the puppy eyed redhead who looks so gobsmacked you kinda want to hug him.

“That wasn’t my intention, but like… I do have a ring too…”

“You have a what.”

Momo gaps dramatically in the background. You try your best not to laugh.

“A ring. A roomies forever ring.” Eijirou takes out a really expensive ring box from his pocket with a sad face. Katsuki is about to explode. So is Deku.

“Well, first of all, fuck you.” Katsuki yells at the poor guy again. “Because I also have a fucking ring. So now we have two.”

Well, that’s a fucking plotwist, innit?!

“What…?!”

“… And it’s not like I’m gonna get a fucking boyfriend or a girlfriend if I sleep in your fucking bed so we might as well just get fucking married.”

“OHMYFUCKINGGODIMHYPERVENTILLATINGIFUCKINGKNEWIT”

Uhm, that was Mina. You didn’t really understand a single world but she’s clearly fucking excited.

Katsuki fucking Bakugou gets down on one knee too. He takes out an even more expensive ring and he doesn’t even wait for Eijirou to get out of his stupor before he shoves the ring on Eijirou’s finger. “You are stuck with me now. For fucking ever just how you wanted. I hate you for doing this right in front of everyone by the way, I wanted to do this after everyone leaves.”

“Kats…”

This is when Izuku absolutely loses his shit. You can see it in his eyes.

Because the next moment, Eijirou jumps into Katsuki’s arms and kisses him on the lips right in front of everyone. And the kiss doesn’t look like it’s the first one they’ve ever shared.

You don’t have the heart to be giddy about being right because Izuku looks absolutely heartbroken by the sight.

“Let’s go home.” Izuku stands up abruptly. You try to pull him back on the sofa but he’s relentless.

“Don’t make a scene. I know you are mad, but don’t ruin this for them.”

Katsuki, being the perceptive guy he is, looks up at you two right away. He doesn’t need to say anything to Eijirou because just as he takes a look at you two he lets Katsuki go, probably knowing this conversation is a must.

“Izuku, come with me. You too.” Katsuki sighs while the others make their ways to congratulate Eijirou for staying alive after all the shit he just pulled.

You really want to congratulate the two and tell them you shipped them before they went official but seeing Izuku’s face right now, half a second from crying, you decide to just go after Katsuki, pulling the frozen greenhead after you. You two end up in the garden and Katsuki sits down on the bench with a frown on his face; he’s clearly trying his best to choose his words properly and not make the situation worse.

“Look, I’m sorry.” Katsuki murmurs with his hands deep in his hair, clearly just as frustrated as Izuku himself. “You know I’m not into the whole… love thing and this… this is new. Well, almost… ah fuck, this is so awkward.” He sighs. “5 years ago… We… did some stuff. I was telling Eijirou about me not understanding what’s the big deal about kissing. I was twenty and still a virgin and I was just… fed up. And it escalated. Then we never talked about it ever again… until you called us, crying about how you don’t want to loose your Sweet Pea and then Eijirou told you the whole story and said he… he loves me and honestly, I was feeling the same or whatever so we… decided to… just be together and stop pretending that we are not… attracted to each other. Honestly, not a lot of things has changed since then, I used to sleep in his bed for years anyway. We were… a couple without even realizing it.”

“I didn’t even know you are gay, Katsuki.” Izuku mutters with tears in his eyes. You really want to hug him.

“Don’t fucking call me Katsuki! And it’s no one’s business! I haven’t told the hag either. I didn’t think I’ll ever be in a situation when it matters. Also, I don’t think I’m gay. I’ve never cared about anyone this way except for him. Never. I already said sorry so stop looking at me like I pulled Auntie Inko’s hair and be my best fucking man when this shit escalates.”

“Oh my god.” You mumble in a high pitched voice. Oh my god, this is happening. Oh my…

“Me?” Izuku freezes, for the third time today.

“What the fuck? Who the fuck else? You are my fucking nerdy, annoying brother from another mother, of course it needs to be you.”

Izuku cries a river. Literally. You decide to leave these two alone after seeing Deku moving into Katsuki’s personal space and hugging him, because even though you know the two don’t mind your presence when it comes to emotional stuff, hell, Katsuki literally opened up to you on the first day, but somehow, this felt so intimate you started to feel like an intruder.

You make your way back inside and Eijirou clocks you right away; he smiles from the other side of the room, his face so happy it makes your heart melt just from looking at him.

“Talk about surprises, right?” He scratches the back of his head self-deprecatingly.

“Don’t flatter yourself, I knew this the first moment I’ve met you two. I’ve been teasing Izu with it for ages.” You give him a cheeky grin back.

“Will he be okay?” The conversation is suddenly turning serious; Kirishima’s smile disappears for a second, worry etched all over his face as he waits for your answer. Katsuki not telling Izuku is one thing but Eijirou? You have no idea how the guy managed to keep this a secret for so long. It must have been terrible, Eijirou is all about gossip on a usual day and he wears his heart on his sleeves every single second.

“I’m not going to lie, he was really upset, but Katsuki just asked him to be his best man, and now he’s crying like a baby in his arms, so…”

For your surprise, Eijirou starts ugly crying just as you finish your sentence.

“That’s so manly, goddamnit!” It only takes him half a second to crush into you, suffocating you with his massive body, absolutely not bothered by your terrified yelp as you try to breathe and fail.

Well… today was full of surprises, that’s for sure, but you are so happy to be able to live such a wonderful and exciting life, a life full of surprises and love and oh fuck, how did you get so lucky?

It’s really hard not to start stressing about what comes next; life has been way too kind to you and everything is so perfect but… life can’t be this is easy, can it? Something must be on the way, something bad, something dark and menacing but you decide to hide this terrible thought under the hypothetical rug in your mind palace for now, knowing that whatever comes your way, if these people are still by your side, it can’t be that bad.

… this is what you thought back then. That it can’t be that bad… but life had other plans for you two.

The pink clouds shattered with the static of the TV, with the constant buzz of your phone. With Eijirou’s trembling voice, trying to stay strong for you.

You didn’t know there is a New Era coming your way, one that will probably be called a horrific name in the history books, something dramatic, something easy to remember, but terrible nonetheless.

Something like… the falling of the Number One.

… Next Chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- Mina was wearing an extremely short skirt and a tank top that barely hid anything. In case you wondered. She’s cool like that.

- Why did they remake Katsuki’s room into the gym and not the guest room? Because they literally came up with that idea after they officially got together so they knew that room won’t be used anymore. There is an extra I have half-written if you guys want to know the full story behind those two so please leave a comment if you want me to post it in the future!

- In the original script they didn’t actually engage in this chapter, or at least not in front of everyone. Katsuki was supposed to pull Eijirou into his room and yell at him about his “easy to misinterpret” actions but he would’ve said yes to the proposal anyway but play dumb through the whole night and deny it, making the whole gang confused about what the fuck is going on but then as you know, my characters have a mind of their own and this happened. I remember making a dramatic gasp when Katsuki pulled out another ring because I genuinely didn’t know that’s gonna happen lol should I see a doctor? I probably should. 😂

- While I have the next chapter written already it might be a bit late and the reason is that I want to have the next one ready so you guys don’t need to wait for longer than a week for it because uhm… it ends with a massive cliffhanger. So get tissues and book an appointment with your therapist if you have one. If not, find one. Or don’t read it until the next one is out. That’s probably cheaper. I’m sorry in advance. My bestie @porusuniverse already read the chapter and I’m quite sure she almost had a meltdown by the end of it. 😂😇

If you like this story, please leave a comment! Likes and reblogs are also appreciated! 🥦

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marsdeathdefiances · 1 year

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Give me soft modern au patchilles:

-Achilles being a good artist (or at least liking to draw) and having all sorts of sketches of Patroclus in all his many sketchbooks or really any loose paper he has on hand there’s even sketches of Pat in books because Achilles just thinks his boyfriend is the most beautiful person to ever walk the planet

-Achilles maybe not being the greatest at shaving his face so Pat does it for him and they both love it. The closeness, the touching…and ofc Patroclus loves gently teasing Achilles over his inability to shave his own face.

-Patroclus having several photos of Achilles on his phone, and also having several Polaroids of him as well. Achilles is just so effortlessly beautiful and he can’t help but capture it as often as he can.

-Patroclus knowing how to knit and him making all sorts of stuff for Achilles hats, sweaters, socks, scarves, blankets…and Achilles cherishes all of it. And will take every chance he can to brag about his very talented boyfriend (‘Oh, nice sweater!’ Achilles, ‘Thanks, my boyfriend made it for me. Actually he’s made made 23 sweaters, 16 scarves, 19 hats, 12 pairs of gloves, 30 pairs of socks, and 11 blankets, he’s so talented and-)

-them spending quiet Sundays together. It’s their little tradition. They do their socializing on Friday night and Saturday. But Sundays are just for each other. They’re usually content to stay home and cuddle and watch their favorite shows and movies together. And play board games together and plan for the week ahead. They also usually order takeaway on Sundays as well. They’ll go for a walk if the weather is nice, or a drive if it isn’t. They’ll enjoy lunch in their garden together. It’s just…so nice for them and helps them ensure that their lover is getting enough attention and quality time with them.

-together they have a pretty vast vinyl collection and if they can’t sleep or are bored they’ll put one on and dance together.

-them just completely and wholeheartedly supporting one another in their endeavors whether it be academic, athletic, career/job related. They’re just so supportive of each other.

-them keeping little mementos from each date they go on and they have a box filled with ticket stubs, receipts, Polaroids or pictures in general, and other little things from dates and sometimes they go through it just to reminisce

-Achilles always getting Patroclus a bouquet of flowers every Friday morning and Pat preserving each one

-when in high school and college Achilles played sports and Pat attended every practice, game, tournament, and playoff. Never missing a single one. Always there to cheer his love on and give him good luck kisses.

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masonmiamor · 2 years

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Officially - - Mason Mount x reader.

pt.2 to surprise surprise!

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“She’s your girlfriend? Mason why the fuck would you hide this precious angel from us?” his mother rambled making you blush. She laughed before attacking you into a warm hug.

“Sweetheart! She's gorgeous Mason! I was so confused as to why you had a key, knew his house from the back of your hand, knowing some of the stories we told already,” she told you, making you chuckle. “I knew!” Lewis chirped, making Mason send him daggers.

“What? And you didn’t… nevermind. How long have you two been together?” she asked, looking at the two of you now wrapped in each other’s arms. “7 months in a week,” Mason confirmed, kissing your cheek when you looked at him surprised.

“Geez! 7 months? And you never told us her name, even yet showed us what she looked like. Me and Tony were starting to think you were going crazy and made up an imaginary friend” she joked, making you laugh hard and cover your mouth.

“Mom!” Mason said embarrassed, a tint of blush covering his cheeks.

“Well Y/n that was a surprise, an amazing surprise! We felt so comfortable and free talking to you. Too bad you’re stuck with this one, he can be a handful and goofy at times,” Tony said, patting your boyfriend's chest.

“What is it with everyone laughing and coming at me?” He complained. “We just love you, that’s all,” you said looking at his brown eyes glimmering. “I love you…” he whispered only so you could hear.

“Mason! Come on, we have to warm up!” a teammate urged. He hugged everyone goodbye and gave you a kiss, to which everyone cheered and oohed. “Goodluck I love you.”

His sister came towards you with her daughter and husband. “Hi it’s nice to meet you love, I'm Jasmine, this is Sam my husband and my daughter Summer,” you shook hands and greeted back in respect, looking at the little girl who hid in her fathers neck.

You tickled her back and ribs making her giggle, “Hi Summer, Uncle Masey talks a lot of you, you’re so pretty sweetheart!” you cooed. She motioned to carry her which surprised both you and the couple. You rocked her and looked up to them, “She loves you already. Let’s sit, we can catch up and meet each other,” she offered, to which you agreed.

After the successful game, Jaz left shortly as Summer fell asleep. You got to know everyone quite well, they wanted to know more of you. You explained you’re in your last year at uni, the passion you have for painting and gardening. And a little of your family, how you’re closer to your cousins when they visit.

“If you’d like to go down and see him, go ahead. We’re gonna wait in the parking lot,” Tony said while putting on his coat. You said goodbye to Debbie who took a selfie of the three of you. You promised to meet them out there with Mason.

After showing your badge to the multiple security guards you stood by the field watching as Mason clapped and thanked the fans. When he spotted you he ran and picked you up. Your legs wrapped around his torso hugging him tight. “God I missed you,” he mumbled.

Once he set you down he wasted no time and grabbed your cheeks, smashing his lips onto yours. The passion and fierceness taking our breath away. Not caring about the fans behind you. “Hi… congratulations handsome,” you whispered and rested your forehead against his. A media team offered to photograph both of you, to which you agreed. “We need it for our memory box,” Mason replied after.

Ah the memory box. Filled with loads of pictures from your polaroid camera, from the photo booth that held your first kiss, the wristbands from a concert, small notes he left when leaving for training, even a small origami heart you made and left in his training bag. So much stuff.

After waiting for him below the stands, you saw him appear in a black hoodie and green cargo pants. The black training bag in his left hand, the other carrying his phone and small headphone cases. He looked good, the cargos pointing out and defining the look a bit more.

When meeting his parents and Lewis outside, they settled having dinner at a nearby Italian place. In the car, you both sang music from the playlist you had made. Him grabbing your hands and kissing your knuckles. Such a simple yet intimate touch.

After being seated he grabbed your attention toward his phone. “Can I post it?” he asked nervously. This was a topic that frequently came up, you were scared of the backlash and how people would react. After today you didn’t care, all that mattered was that now you met and got along with his family.

“Yes. You can post it, only if I can post this one,” you showed him the one Lewis secretly took when he confirmed the months of your relationship, him looking at you in full admiration.

“Yes I look good in that,” he teased, narrowing your eyes, “You always look good, why lie?”

“So is this us making it public… officially?” he asked anxiously, biting his nails. You grabbed his hands and repeated what he’d done in the car, kissing over his knuckles and replied.

“It’s official Masey.”

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radicallow · 16 days

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Interview between Jolijn Baeckelandt, Nienke Baeckelandt and Tamara Beheydt in the artists’ shared studio

17 March 2024.

Tell me about your first experiences with Saint-Cirq-Lapopie and Radicale1924.

Jolijn Baeckelandt: The first time we went to Saint-Cirq-Lapopie, in 2022, only Nienke was participating in the Parade. I just tagged along. I did take a lot of photographs there, and after talking with Chantal it became clear that I was going to participate the following year as well. I didn’t have the intention to make a work that first year, but I took photos – like a tourist would – and it turned out that they would come to play an important part in the work I would later develop.

Nienke Baeckelandt: Chantal (Yzermans) had contacted me, first via email. I found it difficult to create a work in Saint-Cirq-Lapopie. I collected rocks, which we brought home. We stayed in the village during summer, but not during the Parade itself. That was impossible for me.

read full interview below OR on Jolijn or Nienkes page.

Which work did you make that first year, in 2022?

NB: I had collected rocks and Jolijn and her boyfriend brought them back to Belgium for me. I made epoxy molds from them and tried to cast them into ice. I made videos of how the stones melted, but I wasn’t completely satisfied. Instead, I decided to present a transparent epoxy version, merging with a smaller original stone, which seemed to ‘melt into’ each other. It was as if the transparent stone was desperately trying to conserve the other one.

That seems very fitting for the Parade, which in itself is also a fleeting event.

NB: My practice always revolves around themes such as melting, transparency, seeing and not seeing, ephemerality of moments. That’s what I like about working with ice. It’s transient, you cannot keep it, whereas other works of art are usually conserved, shown multiple times, maybe sold. There is a lot of beauty in making a work that is temporary. And indeed, it reminded me of the village itself. The stones also reminded me of typical souvenirs, like the crafted wood objects in Jacky’s shop in the village, or like minerals that you can buy in the museum shop at a prehistoric cave or archaeological site.

The work you created the following year, in 2023, is related. This time, you did use ice as your medium.

NB: The work Tasteless came easier to me – I believe because I had already experienced the village once before. I created my own glasses, plates and cutlery in ice and let them melt on Chantal’s table in her garden, where we always sat. I wanted the visitors of the Parade to witness this melting process (and I filmed it). The village itself seems like a frozen memory, there is a strong desire to conserve the heritage, but at the same time, hardly any inhabitants live there all year round. This is contradictory: wanting to conserve the stones, the heritage, but letting the soul disappear from it. And it happens in different places around the world too. In Flanders, I see this contradiction between the will to conserve Flemish heritage, but letting contemporary artists struggle. Anyway, that is what I wanted to show with the work: a frozen memory melting, with the most picturesque view of Saint-Cirq-Lapopie as its background.

Jolijn, was your work also inspired by your experience of the village itself?

JB: It’s so striking, in the village, to see how people come by car in the morning, open their shop or restaurant and go back home to another town in the evening. There is only momentary life. The first time I visited Saint-Cirq-Lapopie, I took polaroid photographs, quite a cliché. Back in the studio, I started scanning and printing them, repeating this process with each new printed result. I often work with patterns and images relayed in different mediums. The photos became the first layer of many, combined with scenic postcards of the village. My printer was broken and this also added to the image. The photos are present in the work, but fade with every new layer. I keep on scanning and printing layer upon layer and ultimately, I draw on them. Finally, I reduced the drawings to the original first layer: the format of a postcard. I added another drawing on top of the reproduced postcards. So, it became an edition but with each copy being unique.

Somehow, several things came together in this piece. I had this idea for a long time, since 2016 I think, to work around the contrast between ‘fiction’ and ‘non-fiction’. For me, this is also related to seeing and the contrast between green and red, which are contradictory colours, but also complementary. The have functions in painting, but also in our society. And I suddenly saw this idea perfectly fitting with Saint-Cirq-Lapopie, where there is a tension between the history and heritage on the one hand, an a kind of ‘Disneyfication’ on the other. I also created a pair of glasses, with one red glass and one green. The glasses are completely dysfunctional, made from cardboard and sticking together with tape. They make a kind of promise, of showing you what is real and what isn’t, but in fact, they’re useless. For the Parade in 2023, I presented these works, accompanied by a banner with the words FICTION / NON-FICTION, on a blanket in the street, trying to sell my work to tourists.

At the same time, you also started a spontaneous collaboration with Corentin Canesson, a French artist who was at the time residing in Maisons Daura.

JB: He was working as a resident at Maisons Daura and had an exhibition there. Chantal introduced us. Corentin’s project revolves around a collection of works, both his and others’. It’s a travelling project with works constantly being added due to spontaneous encounters, such as ours. So, I was invited to add my works in the show at Saint-Cirq-Lapopie and one work to his collection, which now traveled to Switzerland. I am still in touch with him. We are both painters. Content-wise our works are rather far apart, but we do relate.

In the threefold exhibition in 2024, you will both participate on different moments. What are your plans?

JB: I am still developing the works. The ideas are forming, but works usually develop just by doing. I will most likely continue working from those scans and maybe translate them to posters. Again, working with the idea of advertising the village and its tourism, but it would be closer to my own medium than the postcards.

NB: I will participate in the exhibition in May and I plan to show the video of the melting process of my previous work, Tasteless. I am doubting whether I will slow it down or speed it up. In any case, the experience of time will play an important part in it.

How would you describe the general impact of participating in Radicale1924, for your practice?

NB: I especially felt the impact of being there during the Parade… What this project does – it brings you together with other artists, but also people of the village. I was already experimenting with ice, but I really developed it there and made a strong specific work there. It was like a test scene. It’s a Parade, but it’s also a safe environment to show your work. It’s not like in a museum or institution. And because of that, the works usually turn out really well. You do work towards something real and concrete, but you’re allowed to develop it organically.

JB: As a painter, I often work alone and my practice is a bit isolated in a way. In Saint-Cirq-Lapopie, I am getting out. It is valuable to be surrounded by other artists, who are also there to create work. And remarkably, in this place, the ambiguity that I work with anyway becomes tangible, inherent to the context. It’s not neutral in that sense, like an exhibition space would be. And the idea can grow throughout several years of participation, that is a great gift.

NB: We had really nice encounters there. It’s not like at an opening or event here, where you might not really talk to each other. In Saint-Cirq-Lapopie, we eat and work and talk, so you get to know each other on a different level. Just by being in the same environment as other artists, you have a kind of unspoken check-up of your work. You see it in the artistic eco-system, whereas in your studio, you often remain alone, in your own thoughts. Speaking with Chantal is also a good way to spar about the work. That’s rather rare.

Are the works that you created in Saint-Cirq-Lapopie still there? They stayed behind?

JB: Yes, it only seemed logical to leave something behind.

NB: The work with the stones too, yes. It was created for that place so it makes sense. The stone especially: the real stone traveled from Saint-Cirq-Lapopie to Antwerp, and its copy traveled back. Just like the video will now come back one year after the work melting. It wouldn’t make sense to me to show this anywhere else.

Do you feel that your practice is somehow related to surrealism or the practice of Breton?

JB: For myself, my research or experience is really more empirical. I work from life, from the tangible contrast in the village between what is real and what is fictional. The idea of images fading and staying present only in the deepest layers… I think that might be the only link with surrealism.

NB: My research was directed more towards the village and its demographics. Maybe the nature of my work is a bit surrealist, but not on the surface. Other artists worked directly with surrealism or Breton and I think it’s good that there is this balance. What is more important to me, is Breton being there, inviting his friends over. And the fact that his house has been annexed by tourism. It becomes something completely different, like the house of Ensor in Oostende. How do we deal today with the heritage of these artists? That’s what really interests me. Their legacy becomes inscribed in a kind of touristic, and often political narrative.

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Interview between Jolijn Baeckelandt, Nienke Baeckelandt and Tamara Beheydt in the artists’ shared studio

17 March 2024.

Tell me about your first experiences with Saint-Cirq-Lapopie and Radicale1924.

read full interview below or visit Jolijn or Nienkes page.

Which work did you make that first year, in 2022?

That seems very fitting for the Parade, which in itself is also a fleeting event.

The work you created the following year, in 2023, is related. This time, you did use ice as your medium.

Jolijn, was your work also inspired by your experience of the village itself?

At the same time, you also started a spontaneous collaboration with Corentin Canesson, a French artist who was at the time residing in Maisons Daura.

In the threefold exhibition in 2024, you will both participate on different moments. What are your plans?

How would you describe the general impact of participating in Radicale1924, for your practice?

Are the works that you created in Saint-Cirq-Lapopie still there? They stayed behind?

JB: Yes, it only seemed logical to leave something behind.

Do you feel that your practice is somehow related to surrealism or the practice of Breton?

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☀ PositivityForToday’s 10K Celebration ☀

There are SO many things worth living for and reasons to smile and be happy! With the help of my lovely followers/friends, I have compiled a list of 1,000 things that make people happy, for my 10,000 amazing followers! Hopefully, this list is able to help you, make you feel better, or give you a reason to smile today!

☀ 1,000 Happy Things ☀

Seeing cows while driving

Moss on really old fallen trees

Seeing a lil baby you don't know in public, and they smile at you!!!

Parents doing their kids hair or just people doing someone they care about’s hair

Really ragged old and well-loved stuffed animals

When the dandelions start blooming

Spring blossom

Daffodils

Bluebells

Sharks

When you're sitting outside your house or something and people passing by wave and say hi

That feeling in the summer when you have your window open and you're listening to your favorite music

When someone does a hobby just because they enjoy it even if they aren't the best at it

Comfort shows and books

People speaking their native languages

When my brother gets something to eat and always gets me something he knows I like

When I finish a crossword

When I see something that reminds me of someone I care about

Paintings

My best friend (I love her so much shhhh don't tell her)

My dog! I love him

My little sisters! Adorable, creative, and very witty. I love them

Music! I get the happy shaky feelings and just,,, y e a h/listening to songs

Singing! Especially for band practice!

Sunlight beams in the morning

The moon

Eagles

That feeling when you’re with friends and you’re all laughing so loudly, and you just feel complete

Talking to my favorite people/talking to my best friend

Sunrises and sunsets

Seeing the stars

Cats

Butterflies/Moths

Snails

Warm sunshine

Purple gel pens

Hugs

My children

Sunny days

Beautiful views

Spending time with my family and friends

Playing badminton

Cycling

Playing with little kids

Playing with dogs

Whales

Animals doing daft things

Talks and walks with my son

Morning breakfast and coffee

A good spicy lunch

Laying in my bed at night and just checking on current affairs and news

My boyfriend

My friends

Art

Owls

Minecraft

Voice acting

Petting my dog

Smelling Flowers

Feeling a cold thing when I’m warm or a warm thing when I’m cold

Giving and getting kisses

Random texts from friends

Coffee flavored chocolate

Singing

Moths with big white wings

Underdone scrambled eggs

A rainy night

Bubbles

That first warm day of spring

Going on hikes

Being outdoors

Candy

Chocolate

The smell of playdoh

Taking photos

Getting new clothing

Candles

Birdwatching

Going on picnics

Writing poetry

Reading books

The holidays

Making people smile/laugh

Coffee

A nice warm blanket

Eating ice cream

Snow globes

Lightning bugs

Flowers after the snow melts

The smell of rain

Sitting on the steps early in the morning

Being the first to wake up

The feeling I get after running

The comfort of a favorite shirt

My girlfriend

Family

Random acts of kindness

Babies

When I play with my dog by pretending to run at her and she goes crazy with excitement

My cat

Rain

Baking

Piano (playing or listening)

Small flowers

Flowy skirts/dresses

Wholesome romances

Hearing a song for the first time and loving it immediately

Playing my flute

Horses

Listening to vinyls on a record player

When someone remembers a little detail about you

Painting my nails

Doing yoga

Doing exercise

Beating a personal record

Rainbows

Making crafts

Taking a shower after a long day

Going to the zoo

Going on vacation

Being at the beach or near water

Watching Netflix

Going to the movie theatre

Watching a live play at a theatre

Learning something new

Teaching someone how to do something

Toasting marshmallows and eating S’mores

Cupcakes

Seeing a shooting star

Taking a nap

When someone compliments me

Decorating my room

Picnics

My favorite band

My favorite celebrities

My favorite actors

Setting a new goal

Collecting rocks

Putting on fresh clean sheets

Seeing Christmas lights

Listening to birds chirping

Giraffes

Camping

Sitting by a bonfire

Eating mashed potatoes

Bullet journaling

Driving in the car with the windows down

Dancing

Looking at pretty pictures

Concerts

Funny jokes/puns/memes

Fireworks

Sparklers

Pretty clouds

My favorite shoes

Getting new art supplies

Making photo edits

Making gifts for my friends and family

Getting gifts from people

Balloons

Succulents

Playing an instrument

Drinking a nice cup of tea

Iced tea on a summer day

Eating fresh fruit

Getting my hair braided

Eating at a restaurant

Being on a boat

Swimming

Making new friends

Finding an animal in nature

Pumpkins and pumpkin patches

Carving pumpkins

Autumn and all the beautiful colors

Acting for theatre

Making video edits

Wearing a costume for Halloween

Dressing fancy

Finding four leaf clovers

Pressing flowers

Scrap booking

Handwritten letters

Stickers

Hummingbirds

Elephants

Eating breakfast

Gardens

Inspirational quotes

Wearing my favorite necklace

Baby animals

Little streams and ponds

Foxes

Sun shining through trees

When it’s foggy out and you can see dew drops on plants and spider webs

Being on a swing

Finally accomplishing a goal you’ve been working on

When a new season of your favorite show comes out

Doing my makeup

Cleaning and organizing

Daydreaming

Taking a bath

Christmas

Watching funny videos

Wearing sweaters and hoodies

Fuzzy socks

Helping people

Little figurines and objects

Popcorn

Brownies

Looking out the window

Wolves

Opening a window for fresh air

The smell of coffee

Watching YouTube videos

Getting a haircut

Seeing a deer in the woods

Watching birds fly

Finding shapes and objects in the clouds

The smell of fresh laundry

When someone tells me something reminded them of me

Stepping on crunchy leaves

Animal crossing

My switch

Softball/baseball

Basketball

Soccer

Seeing cool cars/old cars

Rollerblading

Drawing with chalk on a sidewalk

Going to bed early

Stargazing

Making progress

Checking things off my to-do list

Taking Polaroid pictures

Going for walks

Jogging

Going to the library

Starting a new book

Finishing a good book

Playing board games

Koalas

Slippers

Big trees

Sunlight coming through the windows

Waking up on Christmas morning

Getting book, song, movie, etc. recommendations from my friends

Making music playlists

Finally receiving packages I ordered in the mail

Baking desserts

When my favorite song comes on

When people make playlists for each other

Finding new characters to ship

Having free time

Sticky notes

Sunbathing

Traveling

Peace and quietness

Alone time

Meeting my step/exercise goal for the day

The people who love me

Soup

Coloring books

Getting into bed after a long day

Pillows

Fandoms

How unique and different everyone is

Getting a lot of work done

Looking forward to my future dream job

Playing video games

Being on Tumblr

Taking time for myself

Practicing self-care

Face masks

Finding money you forgot about

Holding hands

The smell of apple pie

Starting a new tv show

Getting letters in the mail

When the seasons change

Summer

Mugs and teacups

Smoothies

Breakfast food

Disney

Going into the woods/forest

Trying new creative outlets

The smell of sunscreen

Eating the food you’ve been craving

Knowing and feeling that people care

Telling a good story

Laughing so hard can’t stop and your stomach hurts

Late summer nights

Late night drives

Sparkles

Glitter

Listening to people I love talk about their favorite things and what they’re passionate about

Listening to podcasts

Turning up the volume of my music

Putting my headphones in

Blasting my favorite songs through my speaker

People accepting and supporting others for who they truly are

Wearing something cozy

Soft light

Love

Warm weather

A well-rested night

Waking up in the morning and feeling refreshed

Knowing that every day is a fresh start

Well written characters

A book I can get lost in

Sloths

My parents

My siblings

My grandparents

The feeling of sand beneath your feet

Heated blankets

Bagels

Toast

Getting something for free

Samples

Constellations

Mason jars

Practicing a new skill

Finding a new hobby

Lazy weekends

Mac n cheese

French fries

Having deep conversations with my best friend

New jeans

Going to IKEA

Skirts

Dresses

Doodling

When other people are happy (especially people I know and love)

Marching band

Sleeping in

Having the day off

Getting new books

Playing guitar

Playing ukulele

Random compliments

A change of scenery

Cuddling

Waking before the sun is up

Reading old letters

Zebras

Exploring

Building Lego sets

Using photoshop to make edits

Journaling

Walking along the seafront and breathing in time with the waves

A good rom-com or nostalgic show

Writing lists

Pinterest boards

Looking back at my accomplishments

Talking on the phone with a friend or family member

Wrapping presents

A blue sky

Loving someone

Waterfalls

Washi tape

Penguins

Donuts

The color yellow

Sleepovers

Cooking dinner

Kind gestures

Trust

Inside jokes

Songs that make you feel nostalgic

Seeing other people’s art

Comfy clothes

Wearing pajamas

Calligraphy

When someone calls you by your nickname

Going to Target

The first sunburn of the summer

Ramen noodles

Chinese food

Thrift shopping

Flower fields

Flowers growing in random places, like through a crack in the sidewalk

Writing

Sparkly snowflakes

When it snows on Christmas

Mixing paint colors together

Perfectly shaven legs

Puddles

The color red

Thunderstorms

The smell of flowers

The ocean

Adult sized onesies

Driving a golf cart

Fairytales

Cartoons

The color blue

Pasta

AO3

Crickets chirping

Seeing everyone’s houses decorated for the holidays, especially Christmas

Other people sharing what makes them happy

Monkeys

Being understood

When someone texts to make sure I got home safely

Iced coffee

Becoming better at communicating with others

Seeing a friend for the first time in a while

Good morning and good night texts

Drinking a cold glass of water

Deep conversations in the middle of the night

Collecting sea shells

Building blanket forts

Tan lines

Being under lots of blankets

Making better health and money choices

Getting chills from a song even after hearing it countless times

Liking how I look

Hot chocolate

Finding new music

Buying cute things

Wearing an outfit I really like

When someone tells you how glad they are to be your friend

Gardening

Watching raindrops race down a window

Trying new food

Finding exactly what I was looking for

Planning my future

Finding a song that perfectly fits my mood or describes how I’m feeling

Writing little notes to people

When someone tells me I did something good

Eating ice cream on a hot day

Making friends with animals

Going to football games

Seeing people genuinely interested in something

Snow days

The last day of school

Winter break

Spring break

Thanksgiving

New Year’s Eve

Turtles

Sitting outside on a cool summer day

Watching rain

Watching the ocean waves come in

Netflix binges

A new movie release I really want to watch

Driving with a window down for the first time in the spring

Taking a cruise

Giving helpful advice

Getting helpful advice

Doing a favor for someone who needs it

Someone referencing one of my fandoms or something I love out of no where

Learning and knowing stuff

Doing something physically challenging or scary

Listening to my bedroom fan while I fall asleep

Coming up with a new creative idea

Finding something I wanted at the store on sale for a good deal

Finishing all my assignments on time or even early

Hugging my dog

Taking my dog for a walk

Teaching my dog a new trick

When strangers stop to say hi to my dog

Listening to audiobooks

The weekend

Finding a new flavor of chapstick

Drinking Kool-Aid, it makes me feel so nostalgic

Watching nature shows on a weekend morning

Watching cartoon shows on a Sunday morning

A good TV show, most likely something I've watched before because that way I know it ends well

A good, delicious comfort meal on a Friday night by myself

A café in the city centre at noon when it's not filled with the morning rush or afternoon coffee breakers

The stars from my childhood bedroom because they're the brightest here

Listening to my favorite playlist really loud on a long road trip and singing to myself loudly in my car

Having an entire day to myself without interruptions from anyone

Opening the curtains first thing in the morning

A new jacket

Going to the cinema on a first release day because it's always super exciting and full of people anxious to see a movie they've been waiting for forever

Listening to live music

Riding roller coasters

Going to amusement parks

Lizards

Seahorses

Starfish

Eating fair food

Feeling an instrument vibrate when you’re playing it

Hearing my dog snore

When my dog dreams in his sleep

Wearing a new piece of clothing for the first time

Feeling the sun on you

Eyes in the sunlight

Seeing city lights

Singing in the shower at the top of my lungs

Looking at someone and them knowing exactly what they’re going to say

Laughing till you cry

Being under a blanket

Going to craft stores

Watching boats

The idea of traveling the world

When my dogs let me lay my head on them

Listening to an old song and having it bring back memories

Candy corn

Crazy socks

Quotes

Fall and the leaves changing color and the crisp feeling in the air

Making snowmen

Making gingerbread houses for Christmas

Making videos with family

Burning a candle

Booping a dog’s nose

Getting letters/notes from people; writing them

Snow globes

Dr. Pepper

Doc martens

Fortune cookies

Potatoes

Easter

Finishing something

Skipping rocks

Warm rain

When someone opens up to you

Finding the right words to say exactly what you wanted

Animal footprints

Eating outside

Fairy lights

The smell of a hotel

Windows

Meeting a new dog

Dolphins

Getting magazines in the mail

Being in the woods as the sun starts to rise and the animals wake up

Warm days

Adirondack chairs

A warm breeze

Clothes and blankets hanging outside to dry

Feeding birds

Aquariums

The color green

Tie dying things

Going to art museums

Going to science museums

New albums from my favorite artists

Seeing moss in nature

Finding cute little mushrooms

When a dog wags its tail a bunch and is excited to see me

Playing fetch with my dog

Obsessing over something and having someone to talk about it with

Going on a walk with my best friend and talking about life

Looking at old pictures and reminiscing on good memories

Reading a book that's so good your brain wants to read faster than it can

Laughing with friends about the weirdest things

Being appreciated for doing small things you wouldn't even have thought about yourself because it's something you *just do*

Being creative

Watching animals

A story I can't put down

Stretching

The moment when you listen to a new song/album by your favourite artist

When you're at a concert and anticipating the moment before the band comes out

When at a concert and they play your favourite song live

The moment when someone compliments your outfit

When you see someone wearing merch of something you like

Seeing the sunrise/sunset

Watching the sun rise out of the water or sink down into it as it’s setting

This ecstatic feeling in general when you're just living in the moment with people who love something as much as you do

Hugging my cat and smelling his fur

Listening to my music by myself and singing to it

Making edits I’m really proud of

Losing hours in a good book or fanfiction

Writing sentences that I actually like

My siblings and my parents when they're being chill and funny

Watching my favorite tv shows and movies and yelling about them into the void

Finding a new good song

Fresh out of the shower + fresh clean sheets feeling when you go to bed

When I come downstairs in the morning and my dog greets me right at the bottom step with her lil’ tail wagging

Knowing that if I ever needed someone to chat with, someone would be there to lend an ear

Tigers

Lions

When you shuffle your music and the exact song you want to hear plays

When all my family is around the outdoor fire on a summer’s evening

When my nieces and nephews give me squishy kid hugs

Being home alone and being able to cook or bake in the kitchen without disruption

Driving around with a friend in the evenings and just belting our favorite songs

Seaside walks

Disney World

Seeing live theatre

The sun shining on leaves and stone buildings

Dancing when I'm alone

Color-coordinating my outfit

Floating on my back in the sea

The smell of summer nights

The smell of winter mornings

Colorful things/environments

Bunnies

Walking along lakes/rivers/the sea

Spending time in nature

Taking care of my plants

Giving affection to my loved ones

Listening to other people's stories

Reading about people I've never met before or places I've never visited before (especially if they are now just a part of history)

Embroidering

Pandas

Swimming in a river or the sea

Stargazing (my favorite moments usually happen an hour before sunrise)

White-caged-bird

Feeling the breeze when I spin and my heartbeat when I dance for an hour at a time

All the wonderful smells of flowers and colours that nature has to offer

Sharing good laughter with someone

Feeling like I belong

Travelling and discovering new customs of different cultures

Hiking or foraging

That feeling when I'm approaching the end of a really good book and I let myself be engulfed by the fact that it's a unique experience, that I'll never experience as the first time again

Observing my local fauna

Petting and taking care of an animal (double the joy if it is friendly with strangers)

Drinking a good cup of honey tea

Finding a perfume that suits me

Eating something sweet

Enjoying a meal with others

Cat paws tapping on the floor

Dipping a biscuit into tea

Trying to catch leaves falling from the tree

Having sunlight hit your face when you’re napping

Objects that cast a rainbow when the sun shines through them

Seeing patterned shadows

Ambient mood lighting

Sleeping

Wearing jewelry

Cheese

Playing chess

Fresh air

Going somewhere new

My Mom’s cooking

Being inspired

When someone holding your hand rubs their thumb lovingly in circles

Picking strawberries

Otters

Painting the walls of my room

Wind chimes

Seeing that your favorite people are active online

Finally understanding something you were struggling with

The excitement you get when someone reblogs your writing or art

Getting a new notebook or journal

Appreciation

Validation

When someone tells you they love you and mean it

The smell of freshly baked bread

When my dog falls asleep on me

Making new online friends

Found family

Finishing cleaning my room

When someone lays their head on your shoulder

Doing something right on the first try

Finally sitting down after standing for a long time

Getting goosebumps from hearing or seeing something you love

Seeing a gorgeous view

Loving someone and them loving you back

Freshly baked gooey cookies

When a song comes on and everyone starts singing

When I’m out for a run and it’s hot and it starts raining. Nothing makes me feel more like a human than getting caught in the rain on a run

Swimming in the ocean

When people are talking about something they really love and get carried away trying to explain it all to you

Puppies

Being in the middle of nowhere and actually getting to see the whole sky of stars that you never get to see in a city

Finding people that love the same things you do

When something silly reminds you of someone you love; like every time I see an orange and green gummy worm I think of my sister

When you’re hugging someone and they squeeze you a little bit before they let go

Weather where you can leave all the windows open in your house

Trampolines

Driving with no destination in mind

Falling asleep to the sound of rain

Hearing other people laugh

Laughing only because you hear someone else laugh and it's just so contagious

The first snowfall of the year

Disney movies

Listening to someone tell stories and they have like 15 side stories in between the main one

Romantic movies

Bubble baths

Smiling between kisses

Wearing sweatpants

A clean house

Pizza

My computer

Cheesy pickup lines

When people tell me they miss me

Cool spring mornings after a storm

My job

Butterflies

New shoes

Oversized shoes

Caramel apples

Volunteering

Meditating

Running my blog

Finding sea glass at the beach

Getting my nails done

Planning vacation

Hot cider

Telling people I love them

Writing in my gratitude journal

Eating homegrown vegetables, fruit, and herbs

Remembering a good dream I had

Happy endings

Colored pens

Decorating for the holidays

Finishing a really good tv show

Leopards

Summer rain

Thunderstorms where I can just open my window to the full extent and just watch and listen

Calls with my best friend

Seeing a meme and sending it to my friends

Getting an email from AO3

That moment when you get an idea for creating something

Walking barefoot on the grass

Sending thank you notes

Writing events I’m looking forward to on my calendar

Dippin' Dots

Spicy food

Seeing a full moon

Eating cookie dough

Eating seasonal food

Bubble wrap

Going to the car wash and getting rainbow soap

Dark chocolate

Soft blankets

Weighted blankets

Soft drinks with crushed ice

When I get an unexpected phone call from someone I love

Wearing flip flops

Longer daylight hours

Having a BBQ

Frosting cookies

Making cupcakes in the microwave

Watching the Hallmark channel during the holidays

Taking selfies or photos with people I love

Putting on lotion

The smell of a baby’s head

The Office

Online shopping

The smell of freshly cut grass

Surprising my family or friends

Looking at the clock when it’s 11:11

Being productive

Quilts

Doing good on an exam

Someone doing a favor for me (especially when I didn’t ask)

Eating pancakes with syrup

Origami

Sprinkles

Confetti

Waving at people

Giving high fives

Complicated Handshakes between you and your best friend

Naps/feeling well-rested

Eating one of my favorite foods

Hearing good news from/about a friend or family member

Looking at nature (these days it's seeing squirrels in my neighbour's garden and looking at my plants and trees)

When make someone happy or feel like I made a difference (including a satisfied client)

Success (good grades, a gifset that does well)

Hugs from my mom

Learning new things

Chatting with my friends because they’re all amazing people

Group watches of my favorite tv show or movie

That feeling when the house has just been cleaned/when I’m freshly showered

Making jokes/laughing with people

Reading fluffy fanfics

Driving on the road to a destination far away, I love the trip as much as (if not more than) arriving at the actual place

Reading affirmations

Green tea

Getting breakfast or lunch from a nice restaurant

Learning about topics that won’t benefit me; like Chinese history, geography, ancient flora and fauna, etc. just things that I find cool

The jokes my girlfriend makes, especially when they’re the same ones she always makes

Stories from the past! Stories from history from people who actually lived through it

Stories in general, just hearing the life experiences of people in completely different positions from me. I love hearing people’s stories

Drawing intricate things, like old buildings, landscapes, and plants

Cooking a nice meal

Grocery shopping and farmers markets especially

My cat! All of her weird little habits too, like how she stands in front of my feet so I’ll push her where she wants to go

Botanical gardens

State parks

Museums

Art galleries

Listening to stories my grandparents tell

When people tell me about their life goals and dreams

Being surrounded by the people I love

Living the best life I can

Partying hard the night away

Daydreaming

Sunflowers always make me smile

Warm tea

Big fluffy clouds in a blue sky

Friendly babies

Hearing a past favorite song

Singing karaoke

Biking riding

Helping others

Chocolate milk

Sweets and fruits

Having fun doing things I love

Dragons

Video games

My favorite things

Writing

Affection

Exercising

Being on Tumblr

Looking at flowers and plants

Playing with my cats

Chatting with my friends (at the moment it’s through zoom, of course)

Finding new ways to decorate my room

Window shopping

Spending time with my boyfriend

Wearing my favorite outfit/accessory

Eating something delicious

The cool side of my pillow

Tears of joy

Woodpeckers

Reading poems

Hugging trees

Tree houses

Airstreams/campers

Playing frisbee

Making sculptures

Puppy ears

The first day of spring

The first day of summer

Sending silly photos to my friends

Building sand castles

Winning prizes at the fair or arcade

Marbles

Cacti

Scrolling through my phone

Writing fanfiction

Seeing someone you haven't seen for a really long time

Putting together collages

Printing out photos I love

DIY projects

Sewing

Crocheting

Listening to steel drums

Haunted houses

Going through a corn maze

Picking fresh fruit or vegetables

Bubble tea

Starbucks

Dunkin donuts

Disneyland

Disney Princesses

Climbing trees

Finishing errands

Rewatching my favorite episodes

Scrunchies

Milkshakes

Ice cream blizzards

Listening to acoustic versions of songs

Hot tubs

Rubber ducks

Coconut flavored food

Dipping fries in ice cream

Discovering a new type of animal

Seeing hot air balloons

Frogs/toads

Splashing in puddles

Having plants inside my house

Teddy bears

Iridescent/holographic things

Bird houses

Breakfast in bed

Crystals/gemstones

Ziplining

Dew drops

Glow sticks

Flower crowns (especially handmade ones)

Spring rain

Watching other people make art

Lighthouses

Finding heart shaped things in nature

Thinking of getting my own apartment

Coming up with a new recipe for food

Cookbook recipes passed down through families

Bookshelves

Making pretty yogurt bowls

Seaside houses

Flying on planes and being in/above the clouds

Flower bouquets

Looking at and learning about the planets

Fruit snacks

Palm trees

Weeping willow trees

Cherry blossoms

Eating cake

Decorating cakes with eccentric icing designs and colors

Whipped cream

Having snowball fights

Hearing Christmas music

Tattoos

Wearing rings

Green grass

A tidy organized desk with cute desk supplies

My craft room

Hammocks

Little cottages

Cotton candy (and cotton candy flavored things)

Looking at all the paint pallet colors in paint stores

Stamps

Taking silly photos in photobooths

Going to the mall

Making jam, especially strawberry jam

Reading outside

Finding a bird nest and watching eggs hatch

Looking at photos of my family and friends

Finding old flora and art books

Eating fresh corn on the cob with butter on a summer day

Lily Pads

Icicles

Inner peace

Sitting under a tree

Not having to turn on the light in your room when the sun is shining through

When restaurants have patios you can dine at

Fishing on a pier

Seeing old couples in public

Making gifs

Trees swaying in the wind

Anime

Dying Easter eggs

Laying in the trunk of a car and watching the clouds or stars

Night lights

Flower shops

Outer space

Kitchens

PB&J sandwiches

Toasted Cheese

LoFi music

Listening to/watching ambience videos

Turtle necks

Peaches

Looking at old maps

Figurines of the earth/globe

Honey and bees

Cheesecake

Seeing footprints in sand and watching them be washed away by waves

Anything related to the moon, stars, and sun

Reading my horoscope (even if I know it’s not real)

Archways decorated with hanging flowers

Yogurt

Pudding

Knowing that I’m not alone

Ancient roman sculptures

Macarons

When someone tells me they care about me

Weddings

Watercolour

Birthday parties

My brother

My sister

When my dog leaves his bed to lay in the sunlight

Doing mini photoshoots with my friends

Hand making bracelets/necklaces (friendship bracelets)

When someone calls me darling or honey

Love letters

Game night

Skateboarding

Stress balls and squishy toys

Starting something I’ve been wanting to do for a long time

Playing cards

Doing puzzles

Word searches

Kittens

Ordering takeout

Stepping out into the fresh air

Creating vision boards

Getting a massage

Writing positive affirmations

Lunch dates

Standup comedy

Listening to classical music

Nature/animal documentaries

Having someone there to listen to me

Listening to someone when they need it

Accepting myself for who I am

Looking back and seeing how far I’ve come and all the progress I've made

Doing something my future self will be thankful for

Speaking up for myself

Being near loved ones

Finding time for my hobbies

Giving myself time to rest

Saturday mornings

Marrying the one I love

Discovering new things

Going to new cities

My idols

Pastries

Feeling the wind on my face on a car ride

The sensation of music in my ears and like nothing else matters

People who have my best interest in mind

Simplicity

Fulfilling my dreams

Discovering a new ice cream flavor

Knitting

Making myself a priority

Knowing that I am important, and I matter

Thank you all so much for following me and supporting my blog! It means a TON! I never expected for this blog to become popular, especially because I originally started it to help myself get through some mental health issues. I am so happy to be able to share my journey of healing with you all! It means the world to me to help or make a positive impact on even just one person’s life! Each and every single one of you is amazing!! You matter and you are SO important! Thanks again for your everything! Have a great day!!! Sending sunshine your way!!

#10K Followers!!!#WOW!!#Thank you so much!!#Positivity #Happy List #Reasons to Smile #Happy #Happy Things #You are so amazing #You Matter #<3 #jkshdfka #this is the project I was working on #thanks everyone for the help #ilyasm #I loved reading all your submissions so much #you all are so sweet ahh #this was so fun to do #I hope you like this

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gintokily · 3 years

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DATING OKUMURA HCS? :D

a/n: thank you so much for requesting! i hope you enjoy these warning(s): none

dating okumura koshuu

koushuu my sweet baby boy

this boy is so shy when you first start seeing each other

he blushes at every little thing

you smile? blush. he sees you walking in the hallway? blush. you kiss his cheek? blush.

takuma teases him to no end

he absolutely adores you

will literally just sit down next to you and watch you as you do whatever activity you have planned, whether it be drawing or homework or just laying down in the park

he thinks you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever met,,,he loves you so much

koushuu is very busy with practices and tournaments and your also busy with schoolwork so the two of you don’t really have time to go out on dates.

when you do have time you like to take him to a local tea shop or park and help him catch up on his homework or study for any exams he may have coming up.

i’m convinced he likes to take you to the practice fields and throw with you or maybe do some hitting practice

he loves taking you on little strolls through botanical gardens and taking pictures of you !!!

definitely has polaroids of you hanging around the dorm (miyuki teases him about it all the time)

convinced that he loves to hold your hands, he loves when you interlace your fingers with his slender, calloused ones.

loves when you rub your fingers over his knuckles

finds it very soothing

you go to every single one of his games, you don’t care if he’s playing or not.

you proudly wear the #20 jersey and stand next to takuma and asada to cheer him on when he does play.

if he is in the bullpen you’ll make your way over, blowing him small kisses and reaching down to give him a high five.

you may or may not have been scolded by the coach one or two times for distracting him

despite koushuu’s embarrassment he loves it when you watch his games

HE LOVES LOVES LOVES WHEN YOU RUN YOUR FINGERS THROUGH HIS HAIR

his hair is just so soft ??? like how does he get it to stay so soft all the time ??

he can literally be talking to you and you’ll just randomly run your fingers through his blond hair.

it causes him to shiver every time,,he absolutely loves the feeling of your fingers against his scalp, pulling at his roots slightly.

grows his hair out so you do it more often.

once it starts to grow longer he’ll let you put little clips in it or maybe braid it depending on his mood.

isn’t that big on pda, will probably just hold your hand out in public

even when the two of you are alone, you’re the one who initiates most of the contact

its not that he doesn’t want to,,,he’s just so shy, he gets so embarrassed its the cutest thing ever.

i think he would have to really be determined in order to initiate any form of contact.

although you’re the one who initiates it the most he was the one who kissed you first

and when he wins a big game he doesn’t hesitate to open his arms as you run up to him after the game, kissing you or burying his head in your neck as you tell him how proud of him you are.

koshuu would be such a good boyfriend pls <33

#okumura koushuu #koushuu x reader #daiya no ace #daiya no ace x reader #daiya no ace headcanons #okumura koushuu x reader #ace of the diamond #ace of the diamond x reader #okumura koushuu headcanons

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amysteriousmessenger · 3 years

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MC giving RFA+Minor trio a gift for Valentine's day please! :D

I’ve tweaked this a little bit so it’s also a returned gift!! I hope you like it!! This is my second Valentine’s day request <3

RFA + Minor Trio Valentine’s Gift Exchange Headcanons

Yoosung Kim Valentine’s Gifts

You didn’t have to think too hard to decide on what to get Yoosung for Valentine’s Day, he had been complaining that he needed a new headset for a few weeks but had already spent his student budget on new limited edition LOLOL skins. The poor boy had already been reduced to instant ramen to afford these luxuries. You didn’t know too much about which sort of headset he’d prefer, so you just got him a decently branded one that had good reviews and hoped it would work.

You also wanted to get him some extra things to go in his giftbag, so you got him a new t-shirt tand some cute strawberry heart shaped Pocky, which you definitely didn’t buy with the pure intention of playing the Pocky Game with him. Of course not.

Yoosung would have put quite a bit of effort into thinking about what to get you for Valentine’s Day, since he didn’t want to screw up and be a bad boyfriend. He even asked Zen for advice, but didn’t think the bold, extravagant declaration of love really suited him.

Yoosung decided to go for the traditional route and gift you a little charm bracelet, a small bouquet of red roses and cook a meal for you. Of course, it was his special omurice, packed with extra love because it was Valentine’s day. He’d picked out the charm bracelet online, it was a little silver one with a sparkly star charm on it.

Zen/Hyun Ryu Valentine’s Gifts

If Zen knew anything, it was dramatic romance. He’ll pour Valentine’s clichés on you like it’s nobody’s business. Zen buys you a chunky bouquet of red roses, a big box of chocolate (he doesn’t usually eat chocolate because he doesn’t want the sugar to affect his skin, so he makes sure the box is extra big so he can cheekily pick at a few that he likes) and takes you out for an evening meal.

When you get home after the dinner, Zen will pick you up outside the door and carry you bridal style over the threshold, just because he wants you to feel like a princess in his arms.

You can also bet that Zen is going to sing for you for Valentine’s Day. He’d have spent a while picking out the song, and depending on what he thought was best, it would be 1) Your favourite song, 2) A dramatic love ballad from a musical he’d been in, or 3) a joking strip-tease song.

For your gifts, you’d have gotten Zen some new skincare products that he’d been looking at. You knew how much he loved his sheet masks so you’d brought him a fun selection to have a try of. Some of your favourite evenings with Zen were spent doing skincare on one another, so you wanted an excuse to do that more.

For his big gift, you got him a ticket for two to go for an all-exclusive spa day trip. He was flustered that you’d spent so much money on him, but you assured him it was for the both of you to spend time together and to enjoy!

Jaehee Kang Valentine’s Gifts

Valentine’s Day wasn’t a holiday that Jaehee had off from work if it was a weekday, so you were really lucky this year that it had fallen on a Sunday. She’d gotten all of her work done late on the Saturday night in order to have the day free to spend with you.

You got Jaehee a fancy new coffee maker that she had had her eye on for a while, but couldn’t justify to herself since her old one was still in fine, working condition. You’d imported some special coffee beans for her to try too. You also felt like it was important to give Jaehee some flowers too, since you knew sometimes she felt so dull and drab because of how Jumin made her dress for work, she deserved to feel pretty too.

Jaehee got you tickets to a musical show you’d been wanting to see, but had missed the tickets for. She’d seen that a pair of them had gone up for sale second hand and had quickly snatched the sale in order to get them for you. It wasn’t a show that she’d have usually seen, but she’s very excited to get to watch it with you.

Jumin Han Valentine’s Gifts

To start, you’d have gently implied to Jumin about setting a budget for Valentine’s Day, because God knows he didn’t know the value of money sometimes and you felt bad knowing you couldn’t match whatever he was going to spend. You didn’t want Valentine’s to be about money, but about your feelings for one another.

You told the chef on Saturday night that he wasn’t needed for breakfast since you wanted to make breakfast for Jumin yourself. You made him a spread of sweet pancakes with syrup and fruit and hand dripped his coffee yourself, taking the time to decorate a little foam Elizabeth the 3rd on top of it. You’d also made him lunch to take to work, and put a little note in it saying that you and Elizabeth missed him whilst he was gone.

Jumin had arranged for the two of you to go to an extremely overpriced restaurant for dinner, which is where you were exchanging gifts. You have Jumin a pair of cufflinks engraved with yours and his initials, which he immediately swapped the ones he was currently wearing for.

Coincidentally, Jumin also gave you jewellery, it was a beautiful necklace with far too many diamonds in. He clipped it around your neck, agreeing to himself that his selection was correct as it looked beautiful on you. He also added that there was another gift waiting for you at home, since it would have been inappropriate to bring to the restaurant.

He had gotten you a set of lingerie to wear for the night, obviously.

Saeyoung Choi Valentine’s Gifts

Seven was a hit at heart, and a car guy, so the choice was obvious: you were going to get him a giant Hot Wheels tracks with all the extra decorations. You spent far too much money on it, but knowing how happy it would make him made it entirely worth it.

You thought he was going to cry when he unwrapped it, and he immediately set it up and spent hours making the track and remaking it, adding extra obstacles, making the car go over Saeran’s head, loop, jump through flames- everything. He was so happy with your gift that he almost forgot to give you your own gift.

Which he then changed into-

Seven was going to be your maid for the day, outfit and all. He explained his gift by telling you he knew how much effort it must be to look after him, so he was going to look after you for a change, and ‘look good while doing it’.

He also got you a bunch of imported snacks that you had really been wanting to try, but couldn’t work out the proxy or shipping to be able to do it. You were swimming in snacks, you didn’t know where they were going to go.

V/Jihyun Kim Valentine’s Gifts

Always a romantic at heart, V would have put a lot of effort into your Valentine’s gifts and spent a lot of time considering it, he wouldn’t have wanted it to be a commercial gimmick but an actual symbol of his love for you. You felt the same, of course.

For V, you gifted him a new portable polaroid camera and cartridges. He had so many big expensive cameras, but a little polaroid captures fun moments and prints them instantly. They could capture moments without taking V out of it and distancing himself.

You also gave him a set of imported watercolours from Europe, since the reviews said that they were really good. He’d mentioned wanting to experiment more with watercolours, so this was the perfect time to gift him a set to practice with.

For your gifts, V would have first gifted you a weekend getaway for the two of you, knowing how stressed you had been recently. He wanted to give you a chance to relax and to just spend some time being utterly in love with one another.

Secondly, V gifted you a painting, of your hand touching a rose petal and being illuminated by the sun. He didn’t need to explain it, because he knew the painting reached your heart.

GE Saeran Choi Valentine’s Gifts

Saeran was always getting you gifts, so he wanted to do something extra special for Valentine’s Day, but remaining in the spirit of the holiday. He was in love with love, and wanted to show it.

You’d woken up to a room full of flowers, so many flowers. Saeran would have decorated the room silently before you had woken up since he wanted you to wake up to the beautiful sight. He’d tell you the meaning of each flower and how each one represents a different reason as to why he loves you entirely. You’d been awake about thirty seconds, this man is shameless with his affection.

Saeran would make you breakfast in bed and would cook for you for the entire day, making whatever you wanted to eat. He’d already made a bunch of baked goods in preparation whilst you were asleep.

Over dinner, you’d give him his gifts even though you were worried that they weren’t enough in comparison to what he had done. You gave him some seeds, a new pair of gardening gloves since he was continuously hurting his hands on rose thorns, a photo album of the happy memories the two of you had been making with the RFA and a little keychain that had a picture of the two of you in it to go on his housekeys. Needless to say, he cried.

Saeran had also got you another gift, a tiny gold necklace with a little heart in the middle of it. He said he chose it because he wanted you to carry his heart with you everywhere you go.

Vanderwood Valentine’s Gifts

Vanderwood absolutely forgot Valentine’s Day was a thing until the day before, when he wanted in on Seven trying on his maid outfit to make sure it still fit okay and had to immediately explain himself.

He was not someone to celebrate Valentine’s Day, since he didn’t want to get attached to anyone, but you had somehow wormed your way into his life and refused to leave.

He’d have gotten you a new laptop, since he couldn’t bear to look at that horrific old thing you were using. He set it up with anti-tracking software and made it as safe as possible to people like him didn’t steal your information, he wouldn’t do anything romantic, but he might be a little less mean to you for that day. He wouldn’t even say ‘Happy Valentine’s Day’ to you, he’d just hand you the laptop and show you how to use it.

For your gift to Vanderwood, you tried gifting him a vape pen so help him cut down on smoking so much, but he didn’t willingly accept this. He took it, and would maybe use it when he was at home and no one could see him vaping though, since you’re the one who gave it to him.

Just to add an extra gift in, since you knew the vape pen wouldn’t go down well, you gave him a voucher for a coffee shop and an Elvish dictionary: you had insider information that Seven was about to change the intercom on the door’s language, after all.

#mystic messenger #mystic messenger x reader #mystic messenger hc #jumin han #yoosung kim #saeran choi #saeyoung choi #zen mystic messenger #jaehee kang #hyun ryu #vanderwood #vanderwood mystic messenger #jihyun kim #mystic messenger reader insert #mystic messenger self insert

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cosmiclatte28 · 3 years

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Can you please write something about Baekhyun enlistment and reader is really broken about it like it’s their last night before he leaves and she’s trying to remain strong for him and he promise to marry her and start a family as soon as he returns? Please I’ve been depressed all day long and I don’t even know how to feel 😞

Hi anon! I got two of this from you, but here it is! Sorry if I kinda rush post it (I couldn't wait to the real date too). I hope this is good and please don't be depressed. Remember if the wait is enjoyable, it's love

A/n : enlistment, crying, hard breathing (no detail explanation)

Here we go, Baekhyun is off to military in three... two..

You have to let him go eventually. Want it or not, like it or not Baekhyun has to go. You were aware of this, of the long lonely nights, of the carefully written letters, and of the bittersweet greeting about the weather.

You know that at some point, your man has to do his honors and serve for the country. You used to joke about it with him, about how silly he will look in his bald head. How he will cry when he has to sleep without you, and how you tease that he finally needs to do his own laundry.

Those days that were full of laughs, finally is coming to be reality. You will be sending Baekhyun to the military camp in less than a day. His bag is packed, his hair is shaved. Not that bad to be honest, you don’t laugh like you imagined you would back then. No, something in your heart tugs at you when you see Baekhyun comes home with his shaved head under his cap. You did not greet him with laugh but with a fascinated look as you run your fingers through the no longer fluffy hair.

His bag is settled, his uniform is already hung behind the closet. The alarm clock is ready and as you take a look at the city lights under the dark sky from your window, the toilet door opens and some thin steam comes out of the door along with your boyfriend in his oversized cotton tee and comfortable baggy jogger.

“What are you looking at, love?” He asks as he takes steps to the bed and sit beside you. His hair is semi dry, with the short hair it doesn’t take that much time for it to dry.

You break your eye contact with the night sky and quickly blink before looking at Baekhyun for the last time.

You smile and pull the blanket closer to you. He sits beside you under the cover and you scoot closer.

“I can’t believe… this is it.” You whisper as your eyes stare into the wall across the bed. A wall dedicated for warm fairy lights hanging around pictures and memories spent together with Baekhyun.

Baekhyun hums and gently places his arm around your shoulder. He slowly caresses your arm and turns his head to face you.

“I've delayed this for a while. I guess now is the perfect time. For a change and for a break.” He exhales and copies what you’re doing. Staring into the printed pictures that are smiling to both of you.

“I didn’t expect it to be this …” you shrug “sad? Quiet?” you scoff

Baekhyun giggles “What do you have in mind?”

You force a smile “I thought we would be laughing tonight and tomorrow i'll be sending you with tears like any other girls… but turns out..” you pause and choke on your tears. You can’t hold it back anymore as you let lose your wall for tonight.

Baekhyun pulls you into his hug and rubs your back “Turns out you're crying for me from tonight.” He smiles and sucks his own tears back.

You nod and ball your fist on his cotton teeshirt “I am sorry. I promised you I won’t cry tonight…” you sob “but here I am brawling.”

Baekhyun smiles secretly and rubs your back. He knew it when you said you'd be laughing the night before he leaves for finally getting freedom, he knew you'd be lying.

“I lied okay. I am sad. Super sad.” You and suddenly mumble out incoherent words as you let lose your tears tonight

Baekhyun just keeps quiet and listens to you. You try to stop, but the tears fall faster when you see his eyes still staring at you with love.

“It’s so long Baekhyun. What will I do without you?” you play with your fingers on his tee shirt as you watch him from your blurry vision.

Baekhyun takes the tissue box next to the bed and gives you a piece. His thumbs come up to wipe your tears and you try to calm yourself down.

Your chest rises faster and Baekhyun knows better that you need to stop sobbing now before you have harder times breathing.

“Easy love,” he gently holds your hand and instructs you how to breathe

“thank you" you mumble after blowing your nose and taking deeper breath.

“Done with the crying?” he carefully asks you when you're calming down.

You grin and nod shyly “Sorry. It’s our last night together why am I crying… we should be making the most out of it.” You give yourself a smack in the head and Baekhyun winces instead.

“Stop that. Later when I am away who will rub your head if you hit it too hard?” he scolds you like a mother while rubbing the red part with his soft hand.

“What will I do without you? I am so sad Baek.” You finally let go your real emotions. For long you were denying it. Saying to yourself that you'll be okay. Time would fly and Baekhyun would be in your hands once again, but come to think of it… his enlistment is not over in a short time!

Baekhyun pulls you to rest your head on his chest and his hand secures yours. “Love, you will be waiting for me and you won’t realize I'll be back suddenly! You’re going to be doing what you're doing right now. Your life will go on, you wake up, go to work , come home and enjoy some time then sleep.”

You pout “And none of that has you In it.”

Baekhyun hums “I will send you mails, when we get to use a call-"

“Call your parents first! They will miss you too!” you cut him off and Baekhyun giggles “Okay okay, I will call mom and dad.. and then you.”

You nod “Yes, you should still be a nice son Baekhyun. Write to your members too!” your nagging side is already back

“Every night I will be here with you, in your dreams!” he taps your forehead and you can’t hold back a smile.

“If you miss me, whisper my name to the night and the stars and moon will deliver it to me!” he pushes a strand of hair away from you and his thumb wipes a tear that escapes your eyes.

Your lips tremble and your eyes go wet again but Baekhyun quickly stops that by pulling you into a deep kiss.

When it is too hard to use words, sometimes a kiss can explain it better than anything else. Like right now, you can melt into his lips as he pulls you tighter in his embrace. His soft plush lips drive you crazy and after a while, your fingers tap his neck and he pulls back.

With heaving chest and red lips both of you stare into each other's eyes and exchange a deep voiceless conversation. Those moment where a deep eye contact can speak everything.

“I love you Baek,” you whisper and Baekhyun takes your palm up to his lips and presses a soft kiss on your knuckles “I love you too (y/n). Please wait for me, I'll come back safe and I'll bring you a ring.”

Your eyes sparkle and you clasp your mouth “You'll propose to me?”

You were already acting as if he already pulls out the ring when he hasn’t.

Baekhyun nods surely “I don’t have a ring right now, but can you please trust me and wait for me? I will come back to you, love with a ring! We will get married and you'll be the sweet pretty caring mrs byun that everyone is jealous of!” his body turns to face the ceiling and you copy him.

His hand makes big gestures as he rambles on moving into a house for only both of you, having a big garden, a baby room and ooh! He wants a brave son and a kind daughter.

Your eyes tear with proud and emotion once again. “We will start our own Byun family! A mini (y/n) and a small Baekhyun! Together we'll be the perfect dream family. We will make the other members jealous.”

You scoff at his competitiveness and nod along “Okay okay, just remember this okay! I will hold on to your promise.” You shake your intertwined pinky and Baekhyun quickly grabs the polaroid he has ready on the drawer.

He quickly brings your intertwined pinky promise and with the fairy lights and the memory wall as a background, Baekhyun snaps the new promise.

The print comes out and he shakes the frame to develop. You're still surprised at his sudden action and when the frame is developed, he hands it to you.

“Here, put it on the wall. It’s my promise on the last night before my enlistment. That I will come back to you and we will get married and start our own family.” He kisses you quick and you look at the picture with love.

“And I will wait for you Baekhyun.” You put the picture aside and turn the lights off.

With only the fairy lights illuminating the room, you cuddle closer to Baekhyun and place your leg on his leg.

“So, for the last night… do you want to do something we can remember too?” you wink and Baekhyun has you under him the next second.

It was a great way to end the night. Both of you sleep well and with Baekhyun holding you tight, you did not realize he has to go when the alarm wakes you up early.

“Oh you're ready.” You stretch on your bed and see Baekhyun already leaving the hot shower with his bath robe on.

You quickly get up and prepare him breakfast. He sits on the stool while watching you prepare his favorite breakfast for the last time and Baekhyun snaps a picture of you and secretly keeps the printed frame in his pocket.

“Ooh my favorite breakfast!” he whistles when you put the plate in front of him and take a seat across him.

“You should get whatever you love!” you pour him his coffee and both of you start eating breakfast.

“What time will manager hyung pick you up?” you ask him after both of you clean the plates and move it to the dish washer.

Baekhyun glances to his watch “An hour?”

You nod “I'll shower and you do your last check. Make sure you don’t miss anything.” You kiss his cheek before disappearing to get ready.

Yes you will send him off til the camp.

The next thing you know, Baekhyun already stands in the room in his uniform. He looks manly and mature. You wipe a tear and put on the beaming proud smile of seeing your man going to be a real man after this.

You'll be sending him to the military. The man coming back later, won’t be the same. He won’t be the same Baekhyun before the camp. Whatever man he is, you know he'll be a better version of himself and you'll love him more.

“One… two… three..” you snap the picture of Baekhyun posing In his uniform and you place it next to the picture where he poses with you.

“We should keep all of this and show this to our children one day!” Baekhyun comments on the pictures you took with the polaroid and you nod.

“Okay solider, let's go!” you open the door for him and walk together with him to the black van.

With manager hyung's careful drive and tinted window, both of you get to spend the last time together. There were not many words exchange. Just Baekhyun holding on to your hand for the whole ride. His thumb has been caressing your hand and you know he's nervous but trying not to be.

So, you pick up the camera and for the last time ask Baekhyun to see the lense and take one last pic with him

You let it develop and when it's done, you smack your red lips on the frame and test if it smudges.

“Woah! Neat!” he smirks when you hand him the nice kissed frame of the fresh polaroid.

You put it on his chest pocket “Keep it there! I'll be with you too!”

Baekhyun chuckles and kisses your forehead “I'll miss you and I love you! Stay safe love.”

You nod “I'll wait for you..miss you and love you even more every day! You too take care.” You press his cheek one last time and Baekhyun smiles.

“Just like Suho hyung said, if the wait is enjoyable, it's love.” Baekhyun reminds you that as he kisses your knuckle one more time

You nod “I will! Let's prove the world we can get through this. Take care love.” You kiss him one more time and finally wave yourself goodbye as Baekhyun exits from the van and greets the cameras that are all pointed at him.

He takes a quick turn to face you and still wave to you one more time with a flying kiss and heart and with that you wave back send him a heart and kiss and the door closes and your van has to leave.

You watch your man from the window one last time and take a deep breath as the car drives away and you know you'll have to take a good care of yourself so when the time ends, the wait will be worth it.

End

Aeris please take care of yourself! Remember if we enjoy the wait, it's love!

Soldier Baekhyun, please serve well and come back safe!

#baekhyun x reader #baekhyun x you #baekhyun imagine #baekhyun angst #baekhyun fluff #baekhyun scenario #baekhyun oneshot #baekhyun enlistment #exo oneshot #exo scenarios

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justkeeptrekkin · 3 years

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Object Permanence prompt idea: literally anything involving Mingjue + the baby

this has been in my mind rent-free for months

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A photo sits framed on the mantelpiece. A little boy with a great, dimpling smile, blowing out the sparkling number four candle of his astronaut birthday cake.

“Was that the doorbell?”

“Yes-- I’ll get it.”

A photo sits framed on the mantelpiece. It’s smaller than the other, the size of a polaroid. A father looks down at the top of his seven month old son’s head, in the middle of telling him a quiet story. He hadn’t noticed the camera. They share the same dimples.

“Baba-- can I get it? Can I get it?”

“On this occasion, yes.”

A photo sits framed on the mantelpiece. The boy’s other father carries him on his shoulders at Disney world. Their smiles are different, but the affection for the person taking the photo is clear in both of their eyes.

“I’ll get it!”

“Can I get it with him, shufu?”

“Can I answer the door?” “Let’s answer it together!”

“This isn’t your house, dummy!”

“OK-- baby, don’t run down the stairs--”

“I’ve got it-- oh, hi shufu!”

Meng Yao is in the middle of an excruciating conversation with Wei Wuxian (most of them are) when the doorbell rings. He’s really rather relieved to move from the kitchen to the hall, cradling a glass of homemade lemonade and ignoring Wei Wuxian’s muted complaints.

“I don’t want to talk to Lan Zhan about it. What if he isn’t ready? I mean, one kid is tiring enough and...”

“Communication is the cornerstone of any relationship,” Meng Yao returns with a smile.

“Oh, as if you can lecture me on that-- hi, da-ge.”

Three little boys open the door to reveal Nie Mingjue. The first little boy clings onto him in an enormous hug. The second one whoops and starts dancing and striking rock-star poses. The third starts running circles around him.

A-Xing, A-Ling, and A-Yuan. They make quite a trio. Meng Yao supposes that being friends practically from birth will do quite a lot to solidify a friendship.

“Da-ge.”

“We’re done,” Nie Mingjue says gruffly.

“You knew the door was unlocked,” Meng Yao replies. “You could have come straight in.”

Nie Mingjue allows the boys to poke him and clamber over him. Jin Ling is trying to push him into the house, hands against his back and sneakers scuffing on the front doorstep uselessly. “Xichen is just finishing up. And I didn’t want to tread in sawdust and mud. You nearly lobotomized me for that last week.”

“Wait-- finishing up what? What’s shufu finishing up?”

“I told you! The dads are trying to organise a surprise party for A-Xing.”

“LingLing, you probably shouldn’t have…”

“It’s ok, A-Yuan, I’d figured it out already. Uncle Wei Wuxian was all awkward and weird about it today.”

Meng Yao observes this conversation. The three boys crane their necks to view the two parents. Meng Yao then turns his cool gaze to Wei Wuxian, who’s rubbing the back of his neck.

“Aha… what was I supposed to do? He’s inherited your puppy dog eyes and he was asking me all these questions and I-- didn’t know what to do. I didn’t tell him anything! Just, yeah. Was weird and awkward. Stop glaring, what was I meant to do?”

“Lie,” Meng Yao replies easily. “You lie to children.”

“Hey!”

“He doesn’t mean it.”

“No. He does. Baba says white-lies are the cornerstones of relationships.”

Looking at Meng Yao with mock horror. “Oh does he now?”

Meng Yao clears his throat and clicks his fingernails against his glass. “I believe you said Lan Xichen was ready for us?”

Nie Mingjue purses his lips and quirks his brows: yep.

“Uncle Mingjue! Shufu-- why are you so dusty?” Nie Mingjue is uncle to everyone despite bearing no family relation to any of the children. Jin Ling continues to push him by the back as they walk outside to the front lawn. “What’s this dusty stuff?”

“Sawdust.” Lan Yuan skips ahead. “Sawdust. From saws.”

“Is sawdust wood?” Cheng Xing asks contemplatively. “Can you have sawdust if it isn’t wood?”

A very good question, as most of A-Xing’s questions are. Meng Yao walks behind the boys, Wei Wuxian slinking sheepishly by his side. “Perhaps that’s something we can look up later when we go back inside.”

“Wait--”

A-Xing stops. He looks at Nie Mingjue with a gently baffled look that is absolutely inherited from Lan Xichen, regardless of the lack of Lan genetics. “Why are we going through the gate to the back garden?”

Nie Mingjue folds his arms and hums conspiratorially. (Jin Ling pokes his bicep with a furrowed brow.) “Well. Your dads have worked very hard to keep that a surprise.”

Meng Yao clears his throat politely-- a slight intended for Wei Wuxian, who covers his face in shame.

“I didn’t tell him, I promise,” he says behind his hands. “It’ll still be a surprise.”

At this moment, Meng Yao measures the confusion on his son’s face turning to amusement. A-Xing has inherited all the good traits from Lan Xichen. (Then again, does he have any bad ones?) He is handling this air of mystery without any concern or anxiety. Whilst Meng Yao abhors surprises, A-Xing adores them. He trusts his parents, Meng Yao realises.

Stepping over to his son, Meng Yao offers his hand. It’s getting a bit embarrassing for A-Xing to be holding his fathers’ hands, but neither of them care right now, in front of family. “Let’s go take a look together. Maybe Nie Mingjue’s just playing a particularly cruel prank on you.”

A-Xing beams up at him and laughs. “This is so weird. You’re so weird.”

“I am so weird,” Meng Yao agrees.

They step through the little private alleyway beside the house and into the back garden. So far, there is nothing new to see; the monkey puzzle tree that the boys like to climb, which A-Xing fell from last year and fractured his wrist in the process; the peony bed at the end of the lawn; the little, carved wooden sign for the pet hamster who passed away last year; the Frisbee that’s been collecting water for about two weeks now, and that Meng Yao hasn’t moved because it’s turned into a bird-bath and Lan Xichen likes has gone mushy over this.

“Where’s dad?” A-Xing asks, swinging their arms between them.

“Ah, well--” Wei Wuxian adds mystical hand gestures, “perhaps we should explore a little further and solve that particular mystery?”

A-Yuan beams. He runs over to his father and hugs him. Lan Yuan is a very affectionate child, far more than A-Xing of A-Ling. The other boys have known him long enough that they don’t find it unusual. Wei Wuxian, to this day, still appears a little tearful whenever he receives an impromptu hug.

“You’re weird, too,” A-Yuan mutters into Wei Wuxian’s stomach.

They venture to the end of the garden. Wei Wuxian makes a show of peering over the fence with a hand shielding his eyes.

Nie Mingjue climbs over the style. “Are you following or not?” he demands of Wei Wuxian.

“Ooooo! What could possibly be in there? Hmm? What could possibly be in the little patch of woods between A-Xing and A-Yuan’s houses?”

“The little patch of woods that A-Yao spent an awful lot of money and time blackmailing the estate agents into selling to me for half price,” Meng Yao mutters to himself.

“Oh look. Could I possibly see your dad in the near distance, A-Xing?”

A-Xing is already climbing over the style. A-Yuan is clambering over the fence, offering a hand to A-Ling who swats it away with a scowl. Meng Yao watches the three children gambol into the woods. Nie Mingjue follows at a slow saunter, brushing his hands on his jeans.

“This is going to blow their tiny minds,” Meng Yao says.

Wei Wuxian whistles. “It really is.”

Cheng Xing is a little shorter than both Jin Ling and Lan Yuan. Nonetheless, he sprints ahead, and his two friends flank him. And there-- Meng Yao spots his partner crouched in the leaves, packing away the toolbox and stretching his shoulders. He’s been working all afternoon with da-ge, tanned and limber in a white tshirt.

“WOAH!”

“Is that--?”

“TREEHOUSE! TREEHOUSE! IS IT OUR TREEHOUSE? IS IT MY TREEHOUSE? CAN WE GO IN?”

“DID YOU MAKE THIS?”

“HOW DO WE GET UP? LOOK, A LADDER!”

“THIS IS SO COOL--”

Jin Ling is clambering up the ladder. A-Yuan tugs him gently by the t-shirt and tells him to get down since it’s technically a birthday present for A-Xing, not him, and he should be the one to go up first. But A-Xing is hugging his dad with ferociously tight little arms, and Lan Xichen is laughing quietly to himself, stroking the top of his head.

“You should thank shufu, too. He built most of it.” He gives Meng Yao a small smile, the smile that still melts him even now, eight years later. “I held up lots of heavy planks of wood.”

“So impressive,” Meng Yao grins. He kisses his boyfriend on the cheek. “Very impressive. Isn’t baba impressive?”

“Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank youthankyouthankyouthank--” A-Xing hugs Nie Mingjue, who smirks. “Thankyouthankyouthankyouthank--”

“Why don’t you go and try it out,” Lan Xichen says.

The boys scrabble up the ladder. A-Yuan is a little older than the other two, and whilst he never abuses this authority, A-Xing and A-Ling treat him with the respect of a wise elder. They therefore listen to A-Yuan’s words of caution climbing the tree, advice about watching their footing and not going too quickly.

The four men at the bottom of the tree peer up at the platform three metres above. It’s shrouded in leaves, branches, a lovingly carved roof (trademark Nie Designs) and fairylights. The boys are babbling in hushed, awed tones, interspersed with laughter and childish squeals.

“I think this was a good choice,” Lan Xichen remarks a little dreamily. Meng Yao lays his head on his shoulder and feels it rise and fall with his sigh. “This is going to make them happy for years.”

“You know when they’re teenagers they’re going to use it as their sordid den,” Wei Wuxian says. “Like, they’re going to go there to like, talk about girls or boys or both or neither and like, make low, grunting caveman noises about how much they hate us.”

“Well. They’ll need a safe place to do such a thing,” Meng Yao admits.

Nie Mingjue grumbles. “Without you running into A-Xing’s room, swatting him with a broom or your shoe at the slightest hint of hormones.”

Lan Xichen laughs.

Meng Yao stares at them all. They’re all laughing.

“I would never,” he argues. Peering up at Lan Xichen with wide, imploring eyes. “You know I would never.”

“Of course not, love.” Lan Xichen plants a consolatory kiss on his forehead. “We just know that you’re very protective of our son.”

“Of course I am. Of course I’m protective. Gege, why are you laughing? Do you think I’m such a bad father, gege?”

Nie Mingjue pinches his nose. Wei Wuxian is cackling.

“No, A-Yao. You’re the best father in the world, and A-Xing knows it.”

“He’s referring to the fact that you tried to get a child expelled for kicking over his mud-pie in nursery.”

“And if they’d let me on the board of governors, justice would have been served.” There’s also the fact that he admitted to Lan Xichen, face buried in his chest, that he doesn’t want A-Xing to be a smelly teenager. He’d wept. Proper, sobbing cries. Is it awful that Meng Yao wants him to be wide-eyed and adorable forever and ever, and if Meng Yao knows that no one will ever be good enough for their son and-- and how is he meant to let some snotty-nosed teenager take him to the cinema or a terrible fast-food restaurant on a first date?

Lan Xichen had said his distress was both understandable and endearing. Thing is, Meng Yao is only partially putting it on. He really is heartbroken by how fast A-Xing is growing.

The three boys erupt into laughter from the treehouse.

“I want another baby.”

Meng Yao says it before any coherent thoughts go through his head and have a chance to wrangle the sentence back into its box. Wei Wuxian gasps. Nie Mingjue looks genuinely shocked.

Lan Xichen shifts beside Meng Yao and looks at him with parted lips.

“I’m sorry?” he croaks.

This time, he knows exactly what he’s saying. He looks Lan Xichen dead on and says in his most business-like, I’m-putting-my-foot-down voice: “I want another baby.”

The birds sing overhead. The boys laugh in the treehouse, out of sight. Meng Yao’s friends stare, open-mouthed. He looks at Lan Xichen and waits.

Lan Xichen smiles.

#my writing #xiyao #jgy #lxc #lan xichen #jin guangyao #meng yao #Object Permanence Prompts #mdzs #the untamed

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say-the-name-sebongie · 3 years

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Evermore

Synopsis: "I had a feeling so peculiar that this pain would be for evermore"

Pairing: Soonyoung x fem!reader

Genre: angst

Warnings: none

Word Count: 800+ words

a/n: if there are any filo readers that come across this and it seems familiar then i will tell you now na based nga ang fic na ito dun sa moira x dec ave music video pero i changed some things naman

Part of Evermore Series

He had a feeling that it would hurt to smile. Soonyoung had to grit his teeth and force his cheeks up for the smile he saw in the mirror to look anywhere near real. He knew this would be the last day and he knew that being with her would hurt him. But when Dowoon had asked him, he simply couldn't resist the chance to spend a day with _____.

He put on his hoodie and headed out the door towards the ice cream parlor he and _____ had agreed to meet. The sun was shining and the sky was clear. It was a picture-perfect day yet his heavy steps made it clear that Soonyoung didn't think of it that way. With every step he took, his heart grew heavier until it was only hanging by a few heartstrings and threatening to fall onto the ground.

He had a feeling that it would hurt to see her. Seeing _____ bound up to him before he entered was a sight that would never get tired of seeing but it also reminded him of the reason he was seeing her. Her hair flowed in the wind and her eyes shone with excitement as she wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug. If she noticed that Soonyoung was hugging her tighter than he had ever had then she didn't let it show. The boy almost lost his composure right then but he managed to stop his tears before pulling away.

If this was how it was going to feel all day then he was in for one hell of a ride.

He had a feeling that it would hurt to touch her. Every slight brush of his skin onto hers felt like fire, burning onto his skin and leaving a mark that would remind him of her. It seared into his flesh, a painful reminder of what he could never have.

They sat by the window and talked. Soonyoung listened as she told him about her adventures, hands flying around as she described the places she saw and the people she met. He smiled fondly at her, taking in the sight of her glittering eyes and plush lips. The sunlight hit her hair just at the right angle that it made her look like she was glowing. How he wished that this moment would last. There was nothing he wouldn't give to repeat this day over and over until time itself ceased to exist.

After finishing their ice cream, _____ dragged him to the arcade next door. Despite his attempts of telling her that he was still bad at handling electronics, she pulled him towards one of the Tekken games and sat him down. Soonyoung lost over and over and over again yet he didn't feel bad. Her laughter was already enough of a prize for him.

He had a feeling that it would hurt to love her. The more time he spent with _____ the more he regretted agreeing to be the distraction. Soonyoung knew what was to come and he was only torturing himself by spending the day with her. But he just couldn't help himself. He wanted her and this was as close as he could get.

Their time at the arcade ended and when they got out it was already getting dark. Soonyoung took a shaky breath and led _____ to the car that was strategically parked outside the arcade. Younghyun was leaning against it, twirling the keys on his finger. _____ looked confused but got in the car when Soonyoung opened the door for her.

"You look terrible," Younghyun commented as soon as the door was closed. The boy could only give a hollow laugh as he made his way to the driver's side. He not only looked terrible but he felt that way too.

It did hurt to smile. It hurt to keep that blasted curve on his lips as he made his way to the venue already inputted in the car's navigation system. He had to joke around to keep _____— and himself— preoccupied. He managed to keep the conversation going which thankfully prevented her from asking questions he didn't want to answer.

When they arrived, Soonyoung couldn't help but laugh as she marveled at the fairy lights that decorated the entrance. He held out his arm for her to take and led her into the garden. _____ covered her mouth with her hand as she saw the small polaroid pictures hanging on the foliage. With each memory, she grew more and more emotional.

He brought out a blindfold and covered her eyes. "Stay here."

It did hurt to see her. Watching as _____ removed the blindfold and slowly walk towards him. She was crying, having already guessed what was happening. It should have already been obvious with Soonyoung bringing her to wherever she wanted and treating her with his own money despite her saying that they could split the payment.

As she got closer and closer, the boy's heart started to race. One by one the last of the heartstrings that had survived snapped. _____ reached out and grabbed her boyfriend by the hands, more tears flowing out as he knelt down and asked her to marry him.

Soonyoung cried as well, all the pain that had accumulated from that morning came bursting out as he watched the only person he had ever loved promise her life to another.

It did hurt to touch her. All he could do was wail and hope that _____ thought that he was crying out of joy. The boy almost collapsed in her arms as she came over to hug him. He wanted to at least congratulate her but all his words came out in a blubbering mess.

_____ started to pull away but Soonyoung kept his arms around her, wanting this last hug to last a little longer. He wanted more but he knew that having more would be crossing the line. It hurt terribly, knowing that this was that last time he would be able to do this.

"Why are you crying so much?" she asked him, wiping the hit tears from his face. "You're even crying more than me."

"It's just— I just— I—"

— love you.

I need you.

I want you to stay with me.

I don't know what I'll do without you.

I hate letting him have you.

I can't lose you.

"—I'm just so happy my best friend is finally getting married." he lied. Soonyoung put on the best smile he could muster and passed her off to her fiancé.

It did hurt to love her.

And as he watched her be taken away from him, he knew that the pain would stay;

forevermore.

#seventeen #caratwritersclub #svt #hoshi oneshot #kwon hoshi #soonyoung #kwon soonyoung #seventeen scenarios #seventeen oneshots #seventeen imagines #seventeen fanfic #angst #may or may not have shed a tear writing this #may or may not also be kinda based off an irl experience :')#evermore #evermore series

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awanderingdeal · 4 years

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In which Sirius takes back Halloween

My fic for the fabulous fic -o-ween! This is not even remotely scary and is basically a big fluff ball. I hope you enjoy your Halloween as much as Sirius and co!

A big shout out to @ais-for-alex for being my beta for this fic. I did make a couple of changes as I was re-reading this morning (who can resist) so any mistakes are most likely my fault.😂

And finally, a massive thank you to @lumosinlove for lending us these wonderful characters to play with. They really have been a massive part of my lockdown sanity.

Rating: G

CW: Food mentions

“Do you think I should sell this house?” Sirius mused, tapping his long fingers against the rim of his mug.

Remus looked up slowly from his tablet, from which he’d been reading the daily news. “Why would you want to do that?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“It’s just so big, you know,” Sirius shrugged, taking a second to formulate his thoughts into a coherent reply. “I kind of just brought it as an act of rebellion when I got my first pay check. We’re never really here and even when we are, we use what, maybe five of the rooms.” He leaned back in his chair, pushing his hair back off his face. “It just feels so soulless,” he finished, glancing at Remus to gauge his reaction. His boyfriend was as impossible to read as ever, not giving an ounce away until he opened his mouth to speak.

“So, give it soul then.” Remus said, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Like you said we’re never here. But we could be. We can make memories here if you want to,” he smiled gently at the thought. “Maybe, we could start with me officially moving my stuff in here?” he added, biting into a doughnut casually. If Sirius didn’t know Remus better he would have thought that the monumentality of the question had bypassed him.

Sirius wrapped his arms around Remus's waist pulling him close, smiling into his curls at the memory. It had taken place two years ago now and of course, Remus had been right. Sirius couldn’t imagine living anywhere else now. A crunching sound interrupted his thoughts. He shook his head, but didn’t comment on his boyfriend’s breakfast, a leftover toffee apple, knowing from previous experiences that it would only encourage him to make worse choices.

The conversation in his memory had been the reason that he’d first thrown his annual Halloween bonanza, a tradition (if something that had only been done twice could be called a tradition) that was quickly becoming infamous. It was a family affair with all the team bringing their loved ones to enjoy what was quite frankly, an outrageous display of wealth. Each year, Remus and he turned their back garden into a fete with, pumpkin carving, a hay maze, apple bobbing, spooky cupcake decorating and face painting to name but a few things. No expense was spared. But it wasn’t about the money really.

A soft kiss to his jawline pulled him out of his thoughts again. Remus sighed contentedly and leaned into his chest, body warmth radiating between them. Sirius glanced down at the shorter man, giving him a reassuring smile. Remus could always tell when he was in his own head.

“Just thinking about last night,” Sirius hummed, his eyes flickering to the giant corkboard on the wall. It was currently monopolized by the polaroids that had been taken the previous evening. The collection showcased exactly what the party was all about.

It was the photo of Logan, his teeth clenched around an apple, sticky liquid dripping down his chin and eyes glimmering with competition. Next to it, the photo of Katie Dumais hugging a huge, black stuffed dog, almost the same size as her.

“Logan won me a new stuffie!” she had beamed as the photo was taken. Logan, much to Katie’s distain, ruffled her hair and told her, “N’importe quoi pour vous.” Anything for you.

It was the image of a frantic James declaring, “I have lost my child!” Olli and Timmy laughing in the background because they could see a tiny Harry dressed as a pumpkin toddling around behind his father.

It was the one of Talker, for once sitting still, albeit in a chair designed for small children, his eyes closed but his mouth moving. Across from him, Noelle’s expression was fondly exasperated as she tried to finish painting his face. Another photo evidenced that she had been successful; there were two matching skeletons (Thomas and little Xavi) with faces warped by laughter.

It was the collection of photos towards the top of the corkboard. Reg and Leo. Reg and Celeste. Reg and Jules. And his personal favourite, Reg and Remus.

“I love this one,” Sirius said aloud, his fingers reaching out to brush the picture he was referring to. Even now it still baffled him to see his brother interacting with his boyfriend so casually. At this point the two men had their own relationship outside of Sirius, founded on nerdy things that he failed to understand. His heart swelled as he took in the image of the two most important people in his life.

“It’s a great photo,” Remus agreed. He and Regulus had their heads close together, hands waving as they enthusiastically discussed something. Remus had a smug expression on his face, Reg looked disgruntled. The photo captured their personalities fantastically. “I think this is my favourite,” Remus added, pointing out a different polaroid.

This one was taken inside. An entanglement of blankets and sleeping children. Smitty’s youngest, Noah, had started it. He’d crashed around 9pm after an almighty sugar rush, and his father had laid him down in the quiet of the lounge to sleep. Katya Ivanov and Katie Dumais followed soon after. Harry had put up a valiant effort not to join them. In fact, there was a photo a little to the left of Sirius rocking his godson who was fighting his drooping eyelids. Never the less, he ended up in the pile too.

“One day, we will have one of our own to add to that pile,” Remus smiled, giving Sirius a squeeze.

“One day,” Sirius agreed, wiping a thumb across Remus's lips to remove a trace of toffee. "We better go and wake those two up. Marcie will be here soon – she won’t want to clean around them,” Sirius declared, his head inclining towards the lounge. Remus chuckled in response, spinning in Sirius’s arms and taking his hand to lead him to the other room. Sirius allowed himself to be led, picking up the camera from the counter as he passed.

The camera flashed and pushed out a photo with a click. Sirius grinned, shaking the small square whilst it developed. Slowly it revealed two men curled into one another, the taller of the them had his arms wrapped around the smaller. They looked peaceful. Remus tried to wake them up gently, but apparently the small shake to Kuny’s shoulder was enough to startle the pair. A string of Russian – almost certainly profanities – left Kuny’s mouth as he pulled himself away from Nado. Sirius noted the blush that spread over Kuny’s cheeks as he realised how entwined they had been.

“Right boys. I hate to kick you out but my housekeeper will be here soon and she does not need to be subjected to your hungover asses,” Sirius said, although he didn’t sound regretful at all.

Nado grumbled, showing Sirius his middle finger and sweeping his hair back of his face. “Come on Koon, I’ll drop you home.”

Leaving Remus to deal with their two unexpected guests, Sirius wandered back into his kitchen to pin the photo he had just taken with the rest. There wasn’t a lot of room left, but he managed to squeeze it between a photo of Natalie and Kasey holding their carved pumpkins, and a particularly sweet one of the cubs. Finn’s lips were pressed against Leo’s nose, red from the cold. Logan cocooned between them, resting his head on Finn’s chest. Sirius couldn’t help but smile as he realized that none of them were wearing the same sweaters they had arrived in, seemingly having swapped them over the course of the evening.

Remus came back soon enough, shaking his head and huffing out a laugh. Sirius didn't want to know. “They'll be gone soon. We should pick up. Marcie isn't paid enough to deal with…this" Remus said, gesturing towards the chaos of the kitchen. Sirius looked around, a grimace forming on his face before he nodded his agreement. The floor was littered with costume parts, either lost or removed as games were played and alcohol was drunk – devil horns here and iron man’s mask there. There was a stain on the rug where a bowl of perfectly spiced pumpkin soup had been spilt. Toilet paper had managed to make its way into the craziest of places, casualties of the mummy competition. Popcorn crunched under his feet – the impromptu viewing of ‘The Nightmare Before Christmas’ had happened two rooms over - how popcorn had ended up in the kitchen, Sirius did not know.

Despite it all, Sirius would do it all again tomorrow. Growing up, Halloween had been characterized by loneliness and jealousy. His overly religious parents had declared the holiday heinous and banned even mentions of the event. In the supermarket, they snatched offered candy out of his hand and Sirius had listened on wistfully as the other children spoke about their hauls. The memories made him a little sad, but it was okay now, Sirius had reclaimed it – Halloween was his again.

#sweaterweater #coast to coast #fic-o-ween #food mentions #slightly edited 24/02/21

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bqstqnbruin · 3 years

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12 and 17 for Elias Elias Pettersson?

12. “You’re my favourite know-it-all”

17. “God, I hate you.”

Happy blurb weekend! _______________________

Your apartment wasn’t filthy, but you had been wanting to do a deep clean for a while now. Your roommates were out and you were free to clean the shared space while they were gone, promising yourself that you would be locked away in your bedroom doing the same after you ate dinner since they would be back by then. The kitchen was probably the worst, but you didn’t mind at all, satisfied by the job you had done even though you knew that as soon as your roommates were back, some sort of mess would be made on the stove or the counters, left until one of you got fed up and cleaned it up for yourself. Passive-aggressive cleaning is the best type of cleaning, isn’t it?

Moving on to your living room, there was clutter everywhere, mostly from you since you constantly had to take home projects and reading material from work. It was mundane, more just reorganizing the piles you had left on the coffee table, moving some of the things under the couch in a bin you had kept, yet another thing that you would have to organize.

You start shuffling through the papers that were there, trying to figure out which of the massive pieces of research articles you could get rid of and which you actually wanted to keep. A few interesting ones that you would like to revisit, some of them you never really gave a chance, at least two that you remember sitting down and taking hours to read, the wording so dry that you were four seconds from driving anywhere and flinging yourself in the nearest river.

But that’s when you found it. The one polaroid that you thought had disappeared from when you were with him, the one you had hoped you would never see again. When you broke up, you thought you had gotten rid of everything that reminded you of Elias, but you knew for a fact that this was somewhere in your apartment, waiting to be found.

“God, I hate you,” you whisper to yourself, wishing that you had found this when you were more angry at him so you had the heart to throw it out.

Elias was standing behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder. You had your hands overlapping his, your neck twisted to try to look at him, both of you smiling bigger than you had in a while.

You pull out your phone, debating on texting him about what was probably the last happy day you had before you two broke up. It had been about a month of no contact, the texts between each other even after the break up slowly getting far and few between as both of you got busier.

‘Remember this day?’ you send, along with a picture of the polaroid, your heart racing as ‘delivered’ showed up underneath the message.

Your heart started racing faster when it said he read it almost immediately, those three dots appearing at the bottom of the screen, your hand shaking while they flashed at you.

Until they disappeared.

You turn your music on, hoping that you could distract yourself from whatever just happened with lyrics that you prayed wouldn’t mean anything to you.

But the music stops, Elias’ name appearing on your phone screen that he was calling you. You slide to answer, hesitating before finally saying, “Hello?”

“Uh, hey. How, how are you?” he stammers out, his voice shaking.

“Good. How about you?” you ask him, the awkwardness between the two of you making you cringe.

“Good. Good.” A silence falls between you, just waiting for him to say something since he was the one who called. “So that picture.”

“Yeah.”

“Where was it?” You can’t help but scoff at him, even though you knew he was right to make his assumption. “Oh, come on, I know you lost it. You have gotten rid of everything from every ex boyfriend, pictures included.”

“You know the bin of lit under the couch?” you ask him, staring at the picture. “It was mixed in there.”

“That was a good day,” he reminisces, you thinking back to where that picture was taken. Elias had wanted to tour the Victoria and Butchart Gardens, buying tickets and managing to set up a picnic for the two of you in the middle of the grounds. You had no idea how he swung that; you weren’t even sure if that was something that was allowed for everyone, or if he just used his pull as a hockey player to surprise you for what would have been your last date. “Until you kept correcting the tour guide.”

“Hey!” you protest, sitting up straighter as if you were ready to fight, “It’s not my fault everything they were telling us was wrong!”

You hear him laugh, the first time you had heard it since that day, putting a smile on your face. “You were my favorite know it all. You are my favorite know it all,” he corrects himself.

“Present tense?”

He sighs. “Of course. You know, that photo is still my phone background.”

“You never changed it?”

“I couldn’t bring myself to do it.” The two of you sit there in silence. You couldn't see him, but you knew that he had a smile on his face that mirrored yours. You didn’t realize how much you missed him until you were sitting there on the couch, listening to his voice on the other end of the phone. “What are you doing right now?”

“Cleaning the living room.”

“Can you,” he starts, taking a deep breath, “can you let your roommates finish cleaning and come over?”

You hesitate, looking around at the mess that you had made in the living room, only really succeeding in cleaning the kitchen while your roommates were out. “I’ll be there in fifteen,” you tell him, grabbing your stuff and heading out the door.

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werenewromantics · 4 years

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where is the het explanation for this???

“I would fall from grace just to touch your face / trip of my life / daisy”

the daisy doodle matching exactly karlie’s ig pic of the road trip

“where should i take my wife for our anniversary?” “you should take her to big sur”

“call it what you want to”

"your lover in the foyer doesn't even know you"

“wear you like a necklace” “lipstick on your face”

“our secret moments in a crowded room”

wearing the bi flag on her head

the entirety of: this is what you came for, betty, seven, how you get the girl

[to brendon] “everything that makes me, me: [...] gay pride, country boots, riding a unicorn etc”

“pining and desperately waiting [...] i don’t want you like a best friend” “only bought this dress so you could take it off” (her female lover is taking off the dress taylor bought for her)

dress live being dedicated to Loie Fuller

kiss gate

wearing a bracelet that says ‘proud’ with the bi flag colours on them

toe timeline never matching up with the het song narratives

ALWAYS wearing rainbows in mvs/live performances

“cross your heart, won’t tell no other” “so you won’t have to cry or hide in the closet and just like a folk song, our love will be passed on”

“we’re a crooked love in a straight line down”

“too in love to think straight”

“all the rumours are true”, “most times, but this time it was true”, “the rumours are terrible and cruel but honey most of them are true”

bridges where she would use female pronouns "she is the best thing that’s ever been mine”, “marry me, juliet”

THE THIRD POLAROID

I know places

saying in an interview that breathe was a “really sad break up song” (x) (0:36) and then later saying it was about a “friend”

the riptide cover which she said she changed to be from a female perspective

2016 glaad award to ruby “She tells the world that no one can judge us and no one can stop us”

“that she never loved me” video with clear proof “i want her midnights”

jack antanoff saying he prefers to work with gay women when being asked if he’s going to have a conversation with taylor about the dude’s shes been with over the weekend (x)

“you’re so gorgeous / i’m so curious” “i have a boyfriend, he’s older than us, I haven’t seen him in a couple of months” “if you’ve got a girlfriend, i’m jealous of her” / “there’s nothing i hate more than what i can’t have”

“we are alone with our changing minds” “curious minds” / “switch sides like a record changer” “jet set bonnie & clyde til i switched to the other side”

OG Love story lyrics “this love is different, but it’s real”

garden gate pictures with karlie

saying that ‘The Man’ is about her life as it is now but how it would be depicted if she was a man and then proceeding to have the lyrics “getting bitches and models”

“i loved you in spite of deep fears that the world would divide us”

“your love is a secret I’m hoping, dreaming, dying to keep“

“you showed me colours you know i can’t see with anyone else”

“the rest of the world was black and white, but we were in screaming colour”

“I loved you in secret, first sight, yeah we love without reason”

“Put your lips close to mine as long as they don’t touch”

ANYWAYYYY. I’ll wait.

#gaylor swift #kaylor

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karasuno-volley · 3 years

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HAIKYUU CAPTAINS + FALLING OUT OF LOVE ( ft. kuroo, oikawa, daichi, bokuto )

plot: it goes unsaid sometimes, but it is clear you need a break from each other.

pairing: haikyuu captains + gn!reader

a/n : a little more of a drabble/flow for each boy. i tried to make it a little different than you would expect? it’s my first time writing for most of these boys !! liking & reblogging allowed, but please do not repost. if you want to be on a taglist or have a specific request, just send me an ask !! love, volley.

The comfortable silence that you two had shared over the past two years was usually punctuated by something: a summer breeze through the window of your apartment, the humming from Kuroo as he cooks breakfast, the light electrical buzz of the TV late at night, the voices muffled and soothing. Now, however, as you lay with your head in his lap, there is nothing. It is so deafening that a high-pitched ring was beginning to sound in your ears. Kuroo goes back and forth between lowering the volume and raising it, indecisive and hesitant.

“Are you okay?” He asks, but does not lower a hand down to run through your hair. Whether or not you want to admit it, you are not sure you want him to. “You’re not, right?”

He takes your silence for an answer, and Kuroo adjusts, causing you to sit up. The ringing in your ear becomes a new sound, a backdrop for a conversation both of you know is coming. It looms over your heads like a summer storm. Kuroo does not look at you directly, and settles back into the documentary on the TV. The silence is cold and empty. The space in each of your hearts grows for someone else.

It is missed phone calls and dinner dates that get to you first. It is not his fault and you are aware of this, but after leaving Japan to join him in Argentina, you had at least assumed this would become less frequent. He tries, of course, to be home on time. To avoid the inevitable.

His keys are set on the coffee table, and he calls for you. There is no response, and he understands. Oikawa’s eyes wander the kitchen and finds something in a pot warming there. Even in moments like these, you always thought about him. Oikawa is hesitant to make too much noise, as if disrupting the peace you two had gained over the past few months that was slowly fading away. As if by making any sudden movements, that peace would disappear entirely. The sunlight that stirs through the blinds in your room is what he sees first, dipping onto the sheets of the bed. Then it is you, sitting up and looking towards him with a mix of love and apathy. Oikawa sets his gym bag down with a sigh, a wayward hand running through his hair. “You want to talk, hm?”

“This isn’t working.” you say, watching him settle at the edge of the bed. Your whole body still pricks with anticipation when he sits close.

“This?” Oikawa knows exactly what you are referring to, but doesn’t seem to want to believe it. “Say it, babe. Out loud. Otherwise, I won’t believe you.” You can smell something burning from the kitchen. The stove must be on too hot. You’re sure your boyfriend does as well, but neither of you move. Your eyes catch his, and Oikawa suddenly feels a chill. The blinds ruffle in the window, the white sheets on the bed turn golden with the sun’s rays. Neither of you feel its warmth.

Over morning coffee, he wants to talk about it. You had told him last night, without mincing words, that you needed a break. He accepted it, but that didn’t mean that Daichi was going down without a fight. He sips his coffee, watching you over the table as you stir more sugar cubes into your tea. Daichi’s gaze wanders to the wall directly behind you, covered in a year’s worth of photos and polaroids. Some are older, creased, and wrinkled from being carried in wallets and gym bags. You two look young in this one, older in that one, but only by a few years. He is so distracted by the timeline of your relationship splayed out for everyone to see that he does not hear you talk.

“Daichi.” You say, now finally catching his gaze. “I just told you I want a break. It’s nothing catastrophic.”

“It’s not?” Daichi murmurs, almost incredulous, because for him it feels as though his heart is being shattered. “What did I do wrong?”

You struggle with this, and go back to your tea. The birds outside are louder with each passing moment, the ticking of the clock a constant reminder of the seconds the pair of you remain silent. It gets to Daichi slowly, eats away at him, and he only allows you thirty seconds of silence before standing up and dragging his feet to the kitchen to wash up his dishes.

“You feel it too, don’t you?” you ask, but it isn’t necessarily a question. Daichi doesn’t look up from the stream of water and lets it run over his hands. “This….?” It does not have to be said. Daichi admires you for a moment, watching as you sip your tea and put it back down with a sigh. You always put too much sugar in it, and he smiles softly, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. He feels it, though he wishes for the world that he didn’t.

He says it to you first. With awkward hands and saddened round eyes, he explains, gently, this emotion. You do not accept this, and stand suddenly, as if physically hurt. “Listen, I…” Bokuto stumbles over his words. This was so unlike him, so different from the boy you had met in high school so long ago. At your sudden movement, he stands as well, reaching his hands out palm up, as if calming a scared animal. “I didn’t say I wanted to break up! I said I… I want a break? Maybe?”

“Which is it? Do you want a break or not?”

“Yes! No! I don’t know.” He slumps back down to the couch, defeated and sullen. He wipes his eyes frantically. Exhaustion. Tears? You weren’t sure, but at this moment, you didn’t necessarily care. You stalk to the back door, look out to the garden. You remember having been so excited that you and Bo had found this place, your own quiet oasis outside of Tokyo. You wonder where the two of you had strayed. Whether it was your fault.

You hear him behind you, a presence you can’t ignore and strong arms wrap around your middle loosely. A promise, an embrace. “You don’t have to leave. I will. I’ll stay with Akaashi or something.” He mumbles into your hair.

“No.” You don’t even realize you’d said it out loud, and he takes a step back. “It’s for the best.” He insists, and Bokuto reaches out a hand slowly, thinks better of it, and pulls away. He is different from the high schooler he once was. He has matured, you think. You wonder if you’ve done the same, managed to grow with him as much as he has tried to do with you.

You have never heard Bo so quiet, so demure and cautious as he moves from room to room and finally to the front door. “Just to be clear, darling. I just need a little space. I’ll be back soon.” There is no goodbye kiss, only the noise of the door shutting into its frame as Bokuto leaves the tiny home. You do not let the tears fall until you are sure he is gone.

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