hot embrace

I have known many gods. He who denies them is as blind as he who trusts them too deeply. I seek not beyond death. It may be the blackness averred by the Nemedian skeptics, or Crom’s realm of ice and cloud, or the snowy plains and vaulted halls of the Nordheimer’s Valhalla.I know not, nor do I care. Let me live deep while I live; let me know the rich juices of red meat and stinging wine on my palate, the hot embrace of white arms, the mad exultation of battle when the blue blades flame and crimson, and I am content. Let teachers and philosophers brood over questions of reality and illusion.

I know this: if life is illusion, then I am no less an illusion, and being thus, the illusion is real to me.

I live, I burn with life, I love, I slay, and am content.

—  Conan the Barbarian
“I have known many gods. He who denies them is as blind as he who trusts them too deeply. I seek not beyond death. It may be the blackness averred by the Nemedian skeptics, or Crom’s realm of ice and cloud, or the snowy plains and vaulted halls of the Nordheimer’s Valhalla. I know not, nor do I care. Let me live deep while I live; let me know the rich juices of red meat and stinging wine on my palate, the hot embrace of white arms, the mad exultation of battle when the blue blades flame and crimson, and I am content. Let teachers and philosophers brood over questions of reality and illusion. I know this: if life is illusion, then I am no less an illusion, and being thus, the illusion is real to me. I live, I burn with life, I love, I slay, and am content.” inspirationalquotes.tumblr.com
I have known many gods. He who denies them is as blind as he who trusts them too deeply. I seek not beyond death. It may be the blackness averred by the Nemedian skeptics, or Crom’s realm of ice and cloud, or the snowy plains and vaulted halls of the Nordheimer’s Valhalla. I know not, nor do I care. Let me live deep while I live; let me know the rich juices of red meat and stinging wine on my palate, the hot embrace of white arms, the mad exultation of battle when the blue blades flame and crimson, and I am content. Let teachers and philosophers brood over questions of reality and illusion. I know this: if life is illusion, then I am no less an illusion, and being thus, the illusion is real to me. I live, I burn with life, I love, I slay, and am content.
I have known many gods. He who denies them is as blind as he who trusts them too deeply. I seek not beyond death. It may be the blackness averred by the Nemedian skeptics, or Crom’s realm of ice and cloud, or the snowy plains and vaulted halls of the Nordheimer’s Valhalla. I know not, nor do I care. Let me live deep while I live; let me know the rich juices of red meat and stinging wine on my palate, the hot embrace of white arms, the mad exultation of battle when the blue blades flame and crimson, and I am content. Let teachers and philosophers brood over questions of reality and illusion. I know this: if life is illusion, then I am no less an illusion, and being thus, the illusion is real to me. I live, I burn with life, I love, I slay, and am content.
I have known many gods. He who denies them is as blind as he who trusts them too deeply. I seek not beyond death. It may be the blackness averred by the Nemedian skeptics, or Crom’s realm of ice and cloud, or the snowy plains and vaulted halls of the Nordheimer’s Valhalla. I know not, nor do I care. Let me live deep while I live; let me know the rich juices of red meat and stinging wine on my palate, the hot embrace of white arms, the mad exultation of battle when the blue blades flame and crimson, and I am content. Let teachers and philosophers brood over questions of reality and illusion. I know this: if life is illusion, then I am no less an illusion, and being thus, the illusion is real to me. I live, I burn with life, I love, I slay, and am content.

anonymous asked:

Mmm. *I lean into your embrace* Hot chocolate, please. I haven't had any in ages. *I let you lead me into the kitchen* Hey Cloe? Com'ere-- *I pull you back into my arms and I look into your eyes* That's not the only thing I haven't had in ages. -Your Bucky

*Giggles and plants a soft kiss on your lips* I know, mí amor, that can wait until at least after 6pm, it’s only 2pm and you need to relax. Grab my phone and put some music whilst a boil the kettle babe,you know the passcode. *I smile and give you another kiss, deepening it only slightly but pulling away before you can have your way with me* and I promise I’ll give you a lovely back massage after.

Kiss Cam

Originally posted by qt-taehyungssi

Summary: The cam stopped, and everyone looked up at the screen, where girl and boy were framed into heart layout. Her eyes widened as if it was a monster next to her, but it was just an ordinary guy, who merely sat there by chance. 

“I’m not doing this!” she complained to her girl friend, but the stands groaned in disapproval.

“One peck, c'mon!” her friend nudged her lightly. Girl slowly looked back at the guy, who surprisingly seemed more than relaxed.

“It’s a kiss cam, a real kiss only!” someone from the behind shouted, making “the lucky girl” blush heavy.

He clicked his tongue and glanced at her in anticipation, but she was paralyzed by all the chatter going around. With one fast movement of his hand, he pulled her closer to his body, causing the stands to scream in satisfaction and her to tremble in his embrace. Hot rapid breathing, lips curved into sly smile and dark from unreadable emotion eyes - were the last her consciousness managed to remember before deep passionate kiss wrapped into screams and shouts of the crowd.

“It was nice actually,” he said, leaning back into previous position and releasing his hug.“I’m Kim Taehyung, by the way.”

feel free to change the main character, it’s just an example!

other ideas: story ideas list

[please, if you take it, tell me, so I will be able to read and comment!]

4

whats in the bag? was there a scene that explained it? 

have the boys gone shopping together. doesnt look like an emmerdale store. 

is it a new tie, or your own hoodie since Aaron thought you were fit in one. 

is it a pineapple or some salmon? for another picnic with man sandwiches

           SHE KNOWS HE WOULD NEVER LEAVE HER. It’s brilliance, really. Their entire relationship, the hot heated embraces, the passionate words storming out of their mouths like soldiers in a war. They’re chaotic, boiling with fire and brimstone. Poison courses through their veins and entangle in their fingertips. She knows he would never leave her because people like them belonged together. They’re snakes in human form, manipulative and cunning and thoroughly evil. It would be far too cruel for them to end up in the laps of unsuspecting strangers so she brutalizes him. She brutalizes him and wracks him, albeit he does the same, digging into each other’s hidden, secret spots, wounding one another, letting the purple flowers bloom beneath their skin. Romance in the public eye was always a recipe for disaster but Esha was a narcissist by nature and a con artist in spirit; all of her efforts went into up keeping her reputation. 

          “You’re going to be a good boy tonight, aren’t you?” Her voice is bitingly soft, looking at him in the reflection of the mirror as she fixed her hair. “I’m going to play the part of your beautiful, loving wife, and you’re going to try your best not to fuck things up.” The words fell staccato from her lips as she finally focussed her attention of him. “Let’s not have a repeat of last time when your eyes were glued to some cunt’s fake tits; I’m not in the mood to have to deal with the rumours that’ll come swirling around afterwards.”

king-ramos  asked:

i'm laughing i just went through your sergio ramos tag and 90% of your tags on his pictures say something like "i can't hate him anymore he's so attractive" and "i'm going to hell for this but he's so hot" girllllll just embrace it and come to the dark (white) side

This made me laugh😂 i really wanna hate him tho, but I might as well just join you all on the dark side

(Ugh sorry I’m probably so late to answer this but the mobile app is so annoying i never see my asks)

Mama took me in her arms and held me tight. Her embrace was hot and she smelled like sweat, dust, and grease, but I wanted her. I wanted to crawl inside her mind to find that place that let her smile and sing through the worst dust storms. If I had to be crazy, I wanted my mama’s kind of crazy, because she was never afraid.
—  Sarah Zettel, Dust Girl

“Let me live deep while I live; let me know the rich juices of red meat and stinging wine on my palate, the hot embrace of white arms, the mad exultation of battle when the blue blades flame and crimson, and I am content. Let teachers and priests and philosophers brood over questions of reality and illusion. I know this: if life is illusion, then I am no less an illusion, and being thus, the illusion is real to me. I live, I burn with life, I love, I slay, and am content.” – Conan the Barbarian

It’s strange how this all happened,
It’s strange this feeling I have for you,
It’s strange the will I have to hold you,
It’s strange, the will I have to never let go.

The way you look at me I love it.
The way you talk fascinates me.
Your kiss makes me lose my breath.
Your embrace makes me want to stay

When I’m with you
I lose my breath
I feel my heart racing
And my hands shake

When I’m by your side
I feel
An immense will,
See you, hold you and kiss you

Your hot kiss
Your warm embrace

As you excite me,
It dominates me.

heart skipped a beat

pairing: lin-manuel miranda x reader

summary: you were too much.

words: 1,130

warnings: angst!, self-hatred/anxiety, swearing, alcohol

a/n: i listened to the song “heart skipped a beat” by the xx exactly 35 times last night and this terrible thing happened. not only is this my first fic ever published, but it’s also my first fic in english which is not my native language and that makes me too sensible of my defects not to think it probable that i may have committed many [grammatical] errors. honestly, i don’t even know why i’m posting this, since i have like 0.4 followers and no one will read it. i guess i just felt like sharing it somewhere.


please don’t say we’re done when i’m not finished.

“It’s over.” Lin declared briefly, not bothering to look up at you.

You stood there, blood rushing through your whole body, sending chills down your spine. Your brain stopped functioning for a second and you weren’t sure if it would work right ever again. You couldn’t believe he just said that. You thought he never would.

“But-” you began, not sure if there was anything you could say to make him stay. All you knew was that you had to fight. Fight for him. Like you did all the time.

“No,” he cut you off. “I’m done with your bullshit, [Y/N]. I’m tired. I’m tired of listening to this. I can’t take it anymore. Why are you like this? Why do you keep fucking everything up?”

Lin ran his hand down his face and squeezed his eyes shut. He didn’t have to keep it open, you knew what they were full of. Anger. Anger, disappointment and guilt. You hated yourself so much for not being good enough, for causing him pain, for making him suffer, for ever coming into his life. Lin was too good for you. A tear appeared in the corner of your eye, but you ignored it. You couldn’t let yourself cry. Not then, not when he was standing in front of you, almost falling apart because of how mad you drove him.

“Lin, y-you know I love you. You’re the only reason I’m still here. I live for you and you only, you know it. So-”

“So?” he cut you off again. “So what? So how come you keep hurting me? You can’t fucking stand yourself. And I don’t know why. No matter what I do, no matter how hard I try, I can’t make you happy. I can’t make you look at yourself the way I look at you. I don’t know whose fault it is anymore. But you know what, [Y/N]?”

For just a second you hoped that he would look at you, but he just glanced at your feet and got distracted again, eyes wandering all over the place.

“At this point… I don’t even care. I’ve had enough.”

Your heart stopped. You weren’t ready to lose him. God, you weren’t ready to face anything without him.

“Lin,” you whispered. “Look at me.”

“No.”

“Please.”

He took a deep breath and turned his gaze to you.

“You know I’m doing my best.”

He chuckled. You couldn’t believe it at first, but that’s exactly what he did. Your confused stare made him laugh even more.

“Yeah. Find someone who will believe you. I don’t.”

i could give you so much more, make you feel like never before.

“I gave you my heart. Lin, you have my heart. Isn’t this enough?” you cried out, trying to catch your breath.

He was rushing through the halls of Richard Rodgers Theatre. You grabbed his hand and tried to make him listen to you. Make him give you one more chance. Lin shook his arm rapidly, causing you to fall to your knees. He disappeared in a matter of seconds.

welcome, they said – welcome to the floor.

“And you’ve broken it! You’ve shattered it! Lin, please!” you screamed at the top of your lungs, your voice cracking somewhere in the middle of the sentence. Your own words echoing through the building were the only answer you got.

it’s been a while and you’ve found someone better, but i’ve been waiting too long to give this up. the more i see, i understand.

“Who is she?” you sounded emotionless. Chris shot you a hesitant look.

“I’m not sure. She’s blonde and she used to work on West End. That’s all I know.”

“She’s blonde? So you’ve seen her?” He nodded.

You caught a glimpse of the joyful smile that was spread across Lin’s face. He was talking on the phone. He looked happy. You couldn’t stand the sight of someone else making him feel this way. Slowly getting up, you tried not to tear up.

“You’re a lot prettier, you know?”

You smirked and suddenly you heard Lin’s genuine laughter fill the room. You left without saying goodbye to anyone.

but sometimes i still need you.

“Lin!” you heard Jasmine’s forceful voice as she tried to catch Lin’s attention.

You didn’t want her to call him, but you simply stopped caring. You were drunk and lying on the bathroom floor of some random club. Jasmine just witnessed one of your panic attacks. All of that caused by a stupid song that reminded you of him. You just sat there, shaking and not knowing what to do, with make up running down your face making you look even more hopeless than you felt.

“Can you fucking listen to me?” she shouted into her phone.

Your thoughts drifted away and you felt your eyes slowly close, tiredness taking the best of you. You weren’t sure how long it took, you weren’t sure whether it was ten minutes or an hour – but he showed up.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he panted. You heard Jasmine say something, but you were too distracted by his sparkling eyes to focus on her voice. Lin slipped his hands under you and lifted you up. His warmth embraced you and you felt safe for a while. You felt loved.

and i was struggling to get in, left waiting outside your door. i was sure you’d give me more.

You refused to enter his apartment.

“I don’t want to look at her,” you murmured. You were too proud to admit that you weren’t strong enough to bear the sight of her. Even though you were absurdly drunk.

“Who are you talking about?” Lin whined, half asleep and quite confused.

“The blonde girl you’re fucking.”

The dim lights spread all over the street made the dark circles under his eyes seem even darker.

“I’m not fucking anyone.”

no need to come to me when i can make it all the way to you.

You woke up in his strong embrace, his hot breath on your neck and his arms around your waist. You wanted this moment to last forever. Turning around, you gently cupped his face and pressed a light kiss to his lips. He woke up instantly.

you made it clear. you weren’t near, near enough to me.

He pushed you away.

heart skipped a beat.

You begged.

and when i caught it you were out of reach. but i’m sure, i’m sure you’ve heard if before.

“I’m yours forever, Lin. I’m yours and I will never be anyone else’s. Remember that.”

it’ll be okay (namjoon)

Originally posted by ilalisa

Pairing: Namjoon + Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 484

Reader’s POV 

Everything was going great today. Everything.

From the moment you woke up late as you slept through your alarm, to when you missed the daily bus that takes you to work, to being short a dollar when you had to pay your uber driver (who so kindly let you go), to being yelled at for the fourth time that week by your manager, and finally to the moment you walked home in the rain, forgetting your umbrella at your desk.

Everything was going great

Finally reaching your apartment door, you took out your keys and unlocked it, walking inside with your drenched self.

“y/n?” a worried voice asked, as you tiredly looked up to see a pair of soft brown eyes, looking at you with concern.

“Hey, why are you so wet? Did you forget to take your umbrella? You must be so co-” he started, as you felt yourself weaken, biting your lip harshly to prevent the tears that threatened to pour out.

“Namjoon-ah.” your voice cracked, as Namjoon’s eyes widened as he rushed towards you, wrapping his long arms around you, pulling you into his embrace. 

The hot tears streamed down your face, as Namjoon rubbed your back comfortingly, pulling you in tighter. 

“Baby..what’s wrong?” he asked softly into your ear. 

Sniffing you whispered, as you gripped on to his sweater tightly, “Everything. Everything is wrong.”

Sighing, he pulled away slightly and cradled your face in his warm hands, his thumbs wiping your tears away. 

“What happened now? Did something happen at work?” 

“I-I just..I woke up late today making me miss my bus so I had to take an uber all the way to work and then was a dollar short in paying the uber driver, but that old man was so nice he let me be, and then I thought the worst was over, but then my manager yells at me for my designs and that they were awful and after working so hard on them, I thought I could come home in peace but the moment I got off the bus, I realized that I forgot my umbrella and I had to walk all the way home in the pouring rain!” you sobbed, as Namjoon pulled you back into another hug. 

“Hey..hey..it’s going to be okay, alright? Even though today was so difficult, look at where you made it to.” he said,” You made it through the day, you made it home.” 

Rocking you back and forth, knowing it’d calm you down, your sobs quieted down into sniffles as you wiped your tears away with your sleeve. 

Looking up into your boyfriend’s caring gaze, your lips turned up into a small smile. Even though today was one of the worst days you’ve ever had, he was right. You still made it home. You made it back to Namjoon.

Giving him a smile, you gazed at him affectionately as you whispered,” I guess I did, didn’t I?’ 

Author’s Note: Anon I hope you liked it!!! *sighs* where’s my man to comfort me after a long af day…

legendarycandypenguin  asked:

RFA+V+Saeran reacting to MC being a foreigner. I'm german so I'm wondering how they would react to noticing the accent when they meet MC for the first time.

Yoosung

  • He’d notice when he sees you that you’re not Korean, most likely finding your foreign looks to be really pretty.
  • One of the first things he’d tell you was that you’re beautiful, admiring your looks.
  • He’d probably point out your broken Korean, correcting you to help you with it. 
  • When he introduces you to people, he’d brag about where you’re from, proud of having an ‘exotic’ partner. *eye roll*
  • Really wants to visit the country you’re from

Zen

  • When he first sees you, you’re 10x cuter that he expected just because you’re foreign.
  • He’d immediately ask where you’re from, wanting to learn a lot about it.
  • He suggests modeling, since your unique looks would get you far.
  • Always taking selfies with you
  • Always…
  • Asks you to teach him your native language.
  • He gives up quickly, but makes sure to learn things such as “I love you.” and “Good morning.”

Jaehee 

  • Would immediately become fascinated with things about where you’re from.
  • Wants to learn your native language, and does really well.
  • She would help you anytime you got stuck on words in Korean, sometimes explaining stuff for you if you can’t figure out how to say it. 
  • Really loves how different you look from everyone else she knows.

Jumin

  • You being foreign doesn’t make you any more or less beautiful to him
  • He’s used to all different looking women flirting with him, since he travels so much for work.
  • Probably already knows the language you speak, helping you with your Korean
  • Sometimes you guys slip in and out of different languages while talking to each other, confusing everyone around you. 
  • Literally offers to move to your home country if it would make you more comfortable.

707

  • He found out while doing the background check and his heart skipped a beat
  • MC is a hot foreign person. 
  • He wouldn’t tell you he knows in the chat, just randomly brings up stuff about your country to see what you say, or says things in your native language.
  • Once everyone sees you, he brags that he knew before everyone else
  • Also brags about dating a hot foreign person.
  • Tries to embrace any traditions from your country, bringing them up to you.

  • (Since he can’t see) He notices when you begin to speak, your Korean slightly accented and broken.
  • He asks where you’re from, telling you that your accent is beautiful.
  • He’d learn your native language on his own, surprising you with it.
  • Would want to visit your home country as much as possible, loving that it made you who you are. 
  • He also suggests you consider modeling, that he would take pictures of you if he could still see.

Saeran

  • Would probably act indifferent, but would be really hyped
  • You don’t look anything like anyone else he’s seen, and it’s oddly comforting.
  • Would only learn a few words in your language, just picking up on what you say, but he wouldn’t make an effort to learn the language.
  • If anyone is ever rude to you for your broken Korean, he will fight them 
  • Though he isn’t very patient himself when you get stuck, getting frustrated and asking you to get on with it.
  • He’ll apologize in his own way, though, actually letting you hug him, and will be nice the rest of the day

mouseinc-deactivated20170116  asked:

"Send me a number with a ship and any other details you want" - “You’re burning up” for Otayuri (the cutest pair in the world!!) I've seen prompts where Yurio is the one who is sick, but what if this time it is Otabek who is sick and Yurio has to look after his boy ? <3

(Everything for you, my sweet darling! I hope you’ll enjoy it, even with my english)


“Beka, you were awful today!”, Yuri tries to find other words describing his boyfriend’s performance on ice, but even with the soft spot in his heart for that man: it was impossible. “What the fuck is happening to you?”

Opening the door to their house (after half a year it is still so impossibly amazing for Yuri to be able to say that), he is welcomed by unusual silence. Yuri always ends his practice later, and when he comes back he is greeted by music from their room or sounds of cooking from the kitchen. But now, he hears only silence.

“Beka?”, he asks, going to the living room; it’s empty. Bedroom? Only Molniya, their kitten, is sleeping at Yuri’s pillow.

He finally goes to the kitchen and spots the mess of a person with head and arms lying in uncomfortable position on the table, clothes from the practice still unchanged. All of that, connected with the mug for a tea standing next to a kettle, which wasn’t even plugged in, gives Yuri the feel that something is not right.

“Hey”, he touches older man’s arm; Otabek suddenly jumps up, looking feverishly at Yuri. “Oh my god, you look like a corpse!”

“Um…I am okay”, Otabek just says, pushing his messy hair out of the way of his sight. His always shining, gold skin looks almost grey; with bloodshot eyes and unusual redness on his cheeks he looks sick.

“Yeah, bullshit”, Yuri says, getting closer and touching his boyfriend’s forehead with his hand. “Shit, Beka, You’re burning up! Tell me, for real, how do you feel?”, he asks, at the same time walking towards one of the cupboards and pulling out the box with medicines.

“Uh, weak”, he says, rubbing his eyes. “And my head hurts as hell. But it’s nothing, really…”

“When did you start feeling like that?”, Yuri doesn’t even listen to him; his brain switches to ‘I am responsible adult and am 100% able to take care of other human’ mode. He takes out thermometer and puts it under Otabek’s armpit without any word.

“After I woke up, I guess…”

“Are you retarded?!”, Yuri shouts, then instantaneously tones his voice down. “You went to the practice sick?? How irresponsible of you!”, he looks at Otabek with disappointment.

“I didn’t want to loose any practice! And more, I didn’t want to make you troubles”, Beka says quietly, when Yuri checks his temperature. 39,5˚C, not good.

“You’re really stupid if you think it’s problem for me to take care of you”, Yuri responds, pulling his boyfriend’s hair back and placing few gentle kisses on his warm forehead. “Now, go get some pajamas on and to the bed! I’ll prepare meds for you”

When Yuri walks to the room with hot tea, damp cloth and painkillers, Otabek is lying, with awake Molniya trying to find a comfortable place on Beka’s stomach.

“Oh, move”, says Yuri to her, sitting on the end of the bed and giving Otabek’s his meds. “I’m going to put this cloth on your forehead, it should erase the pain for awhile”, he says, looking at half asleep Beka. He smiles, looking at defenceless man.

“Will you lay down with me?”, Otabek asks with so tiny voice that Yuri can’t say no. He puts the small cloth on his boyfriend’s forehead and lays down next to him. At the same time Beka is moving closer to him, putting one arm around his small waist. Yuri allows him to lay on his arm, not even bothered by damp spot on his favorite shirt.

Unconsciously, he moves his fingers up and down the short hair on the back of Otabek’s neck. “You’re my angel, I love you”, he hears, and looks at the man lying on his arm, so warm and beautiful, even with fever and unhealthy blush on sun-kissed cheeks.

“And you should be sleeping”, he answers, but with the delicate tone Otabek recognises as ‘love’.

When Yuri wakes up few hours later, his boyfriend is still asleep, cloth long forgotten on the pillow next to them. Small droplets of sweat are covering his forehead and temples. Yuri leaves too hot embrace and wipes out softly all of the sweat from Otabek’s face. He leaves him to sleep, with the mission of doing some soup in mind.

When Otabek opens his eyes, it’s dark outside. Small ball of fur is lying next to him, puffing out small breathes. His head hurts like hell, and the bed next to him is empty.

It has to be the fever’s fault, because he feels very sad and miserable. He’s still cold, but the throbbing of his temples decreased. He puts sweater on and opens the door, being greeted with the beautiful smell of chicken soup.

Staying on the door to kitchen, Otabek sees Yuri, with his long hair messily tied in a bun, bustling next to the huge pot of vegetables and chicken. He smiles lightly, feeling happiness with the sight of his man, in their shared kitchen.

“Ohh, you woke up?”, Yuri turns back and smiles at him lightly. “How’s your head?”

“It’s okay”, he says, being surprised how broken his voice sounds. “Yura… Give me a hug?”, he says quietly.

“Aww, no way! Go get a shower, you’re sweaty!”, he says, but walks closer anyway and melts into the hug, when Otabek is kissing his hair. “But now for real; dinner’s almost ready, wear some warm clothes”

When Otabek is back, two bowls of soup are standing on a table in front of the TV. Yuri is sitting at the sofa, looking at the phone in his hand, scrolling through Instagram. He looks up and sighs.

“First of all: go get a towel for your hair. Then, put some socks on. Then go here and put a blanket around yourself, we will going to watch some stupid shit and eat.

“Yes, mum”, he laughs.

“Fuck you too”.

Having one cat sleeping on his lap, and the other cuddling to him under the blanket, with their fingers linked together, is something even his throbbing headache isn’t strong enough to screw up for him.

“You are taking care of me so amazingly that I really should be sick more”, he says later, when three of them are almost asleep.

“Oh yeah, I want to see how you say that for Yakov. That old man is probably going to kill you if you find out you’re being sick just to be served”, Yuri laughs, and his laugh is beautiful enough for Otabek to not care about it.