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Tale Never Told

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I'm Ksana. This is a blog about Jane The Virgin, Shadowhunters, The Flash, Friends, Shahid Kapoor, Captain Swan, Indian movies and music, Victoria and anything else I might find interesting in the future =)
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u know what was missing from cherry magic??? adachi realising that he has no photos of kurosawa, kurosawa doesn’t even use his own photo on his texting app!! adachi wants to see his (blinding) face when he’s not there,,,, so he sneakily takes a photo when kurosawa is distracted and sets it as his phone background, not telling kurosawa… kurosawa sees it when he goes to check the time and loses the ability to think for 5 minutes as he realises that adachi is just as obsessed with him as he is with adachi….

Adachi’s phone pings and Kurosawa shouts ‘Adachi! Phone!’. Adachi’s answer from the shower comes muffled but still clear enough ‘Who is it?’. Kurosawa gets up from his seat and goes to check on the notification – the screen lights up and he sees it’s a message from Tsuge, he doesn’t read it because as much as he’s interested about EVERYTHING in Adachi’s life, he’s just not the person to read someone’s messages. Even by accident.

He does continue looking at the screen though. Behind the translucent notification there is a picture. Of himself. Adachi’s screen saver is a photo of himself. Adachi has a photo of Kurosawa on his phone. As a screensaver.

Kurosawa runs this thought back and forth through his mind, waiting for it to register and settle. It doesn’t.

Adachi doesn’t like having his photos taken, he shies away from group photos during office outings, he hides every time Kurosawa picks up the phone just in case! Adachi doesn’t make photos, Kurosawa had never seen him use phone camera, and when people on the street ask him to take their picture, Kurosawa always have to graciously step in because Adachi just looks confused at the prospect of pointing the camera and pressing buttons… Photography is just not Adachi’s thing!

Yet this one was clearly taken by Adachi. From close distance.

Kurosawa looks at the photo, trying to understand when it was taken and how he had missed the momentous occasion like this. The picture self is looking to the side, biting the lower lip, deep in thought. He’s wearing a sweater so it’s obviously not a workplace situation… all evidence considered, it must’ve been during few days when Kurosawa was preparing for his conference speech at Adachi’s place, this is the only time he was concentrated enough to may have missed the candid being taken.

Adachi took a photo of him and used it as a screensaver. Maybe, not the best photo, Kurosawa thought he looked a bit tired in it, not his best look really…

-       Who is it? – comes Adachi’s voice from behind and startles Kurosawa from his deep thinking.

Kurosawa turns around comically fast and almost throws Adachi’s phone at him. He answers automatically:

-       Kurosawa!

Now it’s Adachi’s turn to get confused:

-       Eh? You wrote to me? Why?

Kurosawa blinks and clears his throat, trying to hide his embarrassment:

-       I mean, the message is from Tsuge-san.

-       Oh! I see… Let me check it first…

Adachi picks up the phone and reads the message, types quick answer and puts the phone down. He turns back to Kurosawa and, seeing how his boyfriend is looking at him as if he just grew a set of wings, asks a little apprehensively:

-       What?

Kurosawa looks… shy? What’s going on?! Even if he read Tsuge’s message – and Kurosawa would never do it – there was nothing to cause this reaction! What happened when Adachi was in the shower to make his boyfriend so flustered? Adachi presses on:

-       Kurosawa, what is it?

Kurosawa smiles wide, his eyes turning into crescent moons and says, his voice deep with satisfaction:

-       You have my photo as a screensaver on your phone.

It’s a declaration of fact, not a question. Kurosawa still hopes for some explanation though, so he prompts Adachi further:

-       When you’d taken it? Maybe, you should re-do it, I don’t look my best there…

Adachi retorts, a little protectively:

-       I like it the way it is!

Kurosawa raises both hands as a sign of surrender – he really didn’t mean to offend Adachi’s photography skills!

-       It’s fine, Adachi, I won’t insist. I’m just surprised that you took it in the first place! I didn’t even notice!

Adachi shrugs:

-       You were too busy practicing your talking points, too focused on all the possible discussion avenues… I didn’t try to hide it but I didn’t announce it either… - Adachi presses his lips together and looks up at Kurosawa, his expression guilty, - Do you mind? I can erase it if you uncomfor…

-       Don’t! Keep it! Please!

Kurosawa grabs Adachi’s hands and tugs him into tight hug, whispering:

-       I’m just so happy! I don’t know why but it means so much to me! That you’d want to keep a picture of myself with you and sometimes look at it and…

Adachi blinks, listening to Kurosawa’s exited words. His amazing boyfriend, with his beautiful face and perfect everything, the man of the hour, day and year… is surprised that Adachi would want a picture of himself. Somehow, when Adachi is concerned, Kurosawa completely forgets that he is considered an ultimate catch and treats every tiny piece of affection from Adachi’s side as heaven-sent. Adachi should work on that!

He leans out as much as Kurosawa’s arm circle would allow him and say:

-       You are my boyfriend. I want to look at you every moment of forever. And I like this picture because it is more real you, less polished, more… my Kurosawa. But I took other twenty that day, you can see if you like any other and I’ll think about…

Adachi was going to say ‘… think about changing it’ but Kurosawa leans in and kisses the end of that sentence away. His lips are tender and soft and warm and sweet and… Kurosawa. Adachi’s hands travel up Kurosawa’s torso, circling his neck and pressing their bodies closer together. The touch brings the warmth – both radiating from Kurosawa’s body and unwinding from the inside, quickly getting hot in places where their bodies connect, press, grind… His last thought is ‘Photos will wait’…

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Not sad it will be gone soon... grateful that it has happened!

Today, I won’t be crying that Cherry Maho is over... not that I wouldn’t like for it to go on and on and on... but I’m conscious of that fact that it was always meant to end one day, the story people were always planning to move on to new stories, the actors would want new challenges...

Maybe I’m just too old... I said many good-byes in my life and I know a bittersweet taste of letting someone go - both because they needed to leave or I did. But it’s okay, I still remember those people fondly, they were great, transformative experiences in my life and they shaped the person I am today. 

This show is that too - it helped me to be more positive, helped with time orientation (I finally was able to figure out what day it was by counting to/from Thursday!), raised my standards for Asian and BL dramas, it was cozy and cute and hella romantic =)

And so I’m glad it has happened and I’m not going to be sad it’s over - because it would be a beautiful happy ending and everything will be good and pure and beautiful! It would be a story we all will be happy to come back to and proud to recommend to a friend because we would KNOW that quality never caved, pace never dragged and the ending was worth the drama!

So today is not a funeral... it’s a farewell party!

However, I also understand that sometimes a piece of entertainment (like a TV show) can be someones coping mechanism or even support system. For whatever reason you may be sad about this show ending - it’s your absolute right and your feelings are valid and don’t let anyone (including this post) to force their ‘relax! it’s just a show!’ opinion on you! Be you, first and foremost! If anything, this show also was about being who you are and finding acceptance - even when you have to accept that you might be sad for a while...

So this post is just about me! Not preaching what fandom should do, not trying to shame anyone into smiling through tears, not laughing on anyone’s feelings. It’s just me =)

Peace!

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The thing I AM scared of for when Kurosawa finds out about Adachi’s reading his mind is... not him being upset about invasion of privacy and such. He already pretty much wears his heart on his sleeve when it comes to Adachi and wouldn’t mind telling him EVERYTHING if only Adachi asked (albeit, a bit embarrassed).

What I am truly afraid of is that Adachi will jumble up the story and somehow will make it look like he started liking Kurosawa BECAUSE he could hear his thoughts, and didn’t want this cool great guy to suffer an unrequited love, and wanted to do something nice for all his support and so on and so forth. Adachi may accidentally convince Kurosawa that all their relationship is just a gesture of good will.

And Kurosawa, being ever the gentleman, will step away.

This is the scenario I'm mostly afraid of. Yes.

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I love your love – untie it, entwine it (A KoiTsudu Fanfic)

Genre: Angst, Romance, Fluff, Smut... but mostly smut... I counted the pages, yes, I know the percentage  

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It bugged him that she didn’t know how much he wanted her.

Or rather, she knew… to an extent.

They’ve been married for five months now, Nanase knew he had healthy sexual drive towards her… It’s just… she never grasped just how MUCH and how OFTEN he wanted her! His little soft wife, the most positive person he ever knew, who believed the best in the worst of people, who believed in herself professionally more and more each day – somehow, she’d managed to bypass building her self-esteem as a woman completely! In her world, Kairi was a god living on a pedestal of light and love, and she wasn’t worthy of him. In any way, shape or form. Especially, form.

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Leyla, I am a person who can’t be easily explained. I wouldn’t be able to say it in front of everyone. Before you I was a broken man who lost his way. Don’t say that, love. It’s true. I was bad, narcissistic man who thought only of himself. I learned how to live with you. Learned to breathe again. But everytime i see you you steal my breath away. You let me breathe. Emre. Leyla. I need you, so i can breathe.

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