#before you ask: yes this is inspired by the ‘girl dinner’ video

[sumikatt]

your ability to make art came free with your humanity! if you can’t draw then you can’t draw. art isn’t and shouldn’t be accessible to everyone. art is a privilege.

i could’ve made this shitty blank painting, why is it in a museum? i could’ve taken this photo better. be cringe and be free, draw your rainbow fursonas. just commission someone if you want art but can’t make it. modern art is so pretentious and meaningless. only hyper rich disillusioned people like abstract art. only dumbass gamers who don’t appreciate real art like hyper-realistic video game graphics. only silicon valley tech bros like this kind of ‘art’.

why don’t we appreciate traditional art anymore. isn’t the computer doing most of the work if you draw digitally? pirate photoshop! you’re cheating and stealing if you use that. here are some easy artist hacks! here’s how to trace correctly. nfts are so stupid, just right click and save lol. why is netflix not allowing screenshots, what am i gonna do, pirate the show a frame at a time?

i’m so glad those tech bros are getting sued for copyright violations. JSTOR has blood on its hands. just learn how to draw with your feet or mouth. typing words into a machine isn’t art. i wish it was a trend to go to the library. there’s no humanity or authenticity in AI. put your name into this generator and see what weird abstract thing you get! i hope CGI artists unionize, they are so clearly crunched and way underpaid.

this took months to make, isn’t that admirable? this only took a few seconds to make, there’s no soul in it. this was captured in fractions of a second, aren’t moments of humanity so beautiful yet fleeting? not everyone can make art. art is a luxury commodity and not everyone can afford it. creative hobbies are so valuable for your wellbeing, humans are meant to express themselves.

#.s #ai art #before you ask: yes this is inspired by the ‘girl dinner’ video

[beskarandblasters]

Pillow Queen

No Outbreak!Joel Miller x F!Reader

Main Masterlist | Joel Miller Masterlist

Author’s note: So this fic is inspired by a little story. I sent my boyfriend @psychedelic-ink’s fic, My Girl Now, and the twitter porn clip that inspired it. And he responded with, “i'm just surprised a pillow queen like you wants to bounce on my cock like that” 😐 So @wannab-urs told me I should write a Joel fic based on this scenario where the reader proves him wrong, so enjoy 😍😇

Summary: You watch a porn video while Joel is sleeping beside you. He wakes up while you’re watching it. You tell him you want to try that position and he calls you a pillow queen. You prove him wrong.

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: reader is able-bodied, no outbreak, porn with little plot lol, established relationship, pet names (sweetheart, good girl, pretty girl), 69/oral sex (M and F receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, half assed editing (I’m sorry😭), no use of y/n

“Goodnight, sweetheart.”

“Goodnight, Joel.”

Joel drifts off to sleep beside you in no time, the exhaustion of the long day of construction hitting him all at once. You, on the other hand, cannot fall asleep. There’s a particular reason for that, which is… you’re incredibly horny; horny for Joel who’s out cold next to you. He came home and told you all about the exhausting day he had. He was practically dragging his feet when he came home, forcing himself to stay awake. After dinner, he took a shower and basically went straight to bed- poor guy. So you would feel guilty for waking him up. But what are you supposed to do? It doesn’t help that he’s sleeping naked literally inches away from you…

You grab your phone from the nightstand and open Twitter, scrolling for some videos, and yes the guilt is brewing in your stomach but maybe you can quell your urges right now. You find a video of a man and a woman. He’s sitting on the bed and the woman is sitting on his cock, facing the camera and bouncing up and down. Fuck, you wanna do that with Joel. It’s a position you’ve never tried before. You click on it and your volume is all the way up because of course it is. You gasp and try to close the app hastily before Joel wakes up. But it’s too late.

“Sweetheart?” he says sleepily, turning on the lamp on his nightstand and rolling over to you.

“Hmm?” you respond, not acknowledging what just happened.

“What was that I heard?” he asks, rubbing his eyes. The sleepiness in his voice is wearing off and you can tell under the dim light that he’s wearing a shit eating grin.

After letting out a sigh you say, “A video I found?”

“What kind of video?” he asks, the eagerness in his voice growing.

“I’ll just show you,” you say, hanging your phone to him.

He blinks a few times to get adjusted to the bright screen and watches the video, eyebrows raised and mouth hanging open.

“I thought we could try that,” you say sheepishly.

“I see,” he says, handing the phone back to you.

“Well, what do you think?”

“I'm just surprised a pillow queen like you wants to bounce on my cock like that,” he chuckles.

“Excuse me?? Pillow queen?!” you gasp.

“What?!” he laughs, “Ain’t nothing wrong with that.”

“I don’t wanna be a pillow queen,” you pout.

“I mean it endearingly, sweetheart.”

“Let me prove you wrong.”

“Huh?”

“Let me prove you wrong,” you repeat, inching closer to him and pressing your lips to his neck.

“Fuck,” he curses under his breath.

You pull down the comforter and move to straddle Joel, except you’re facing his cock, getting into a sixty nine position. You take his cock in your hands just as he goes to eat you out, sending shivers down your spine. You swirl your tongue around the head of his cock before taking all of him in your mouth. Meanwhile, Joel’s licking your clit and fucking your cunt with his nose. One of your hands cups Joel’s balls and the other wraps around the base of his cock. His hands grips your thighs, fingertips sinking into the soft flesh as he pleasures you but also gets pleasured himself. His balls tense up in your hand and you know he’s about to cum soon. You pull yourself off of him much to his dismay but his disappointment doesn’t last long. You move to the edge of the bed and motion for him to come towards you. He sits at the edge of the bed and you stand with your back facing towards him before sitting on his lap and sinking down on his cock.

“God damn,” he says, marveling at you and the way you took his cock in one clean stroke.

The praise doesn’t stop there because as soon as you start bouncing up and down he just about loses his mind. His hands grip your waist as you fuck yourself on his cock. With every movement you make your walls stretch and take every inch of him, expanding to take the newfound length and girth inside you.

“Good fucking girl,” he praises, wrapping his arm around you and nipping the lobe of your ear.

“Oh yeah?” you ask playfully.

“Mhm,” he responds, “Bouncing up and down on my cock like a fucking angel.”

This position is so hot but you also wish you could see his face and get the full satisfaction of proving him wrong.

“I-I wanna change positions,” you say.

“Pillow Queen got tired out?” he teases.

“No way!” you say, getting off of him, “Move back farther and lay down.”

He does as he’s told and scooches back, laying down on the bed. You move to straddle him, facing him this time, and sink down onto his cock once again. This time you get to watch his face; watch his mouth fall open as you begin to ride him.

“Fuck, didn’t realize you had this in you, pretty girl,” he says, hands gravitating towards your breasts. You smirk at him as his hands caress the curve of the soft mounds before moving to your nipples, taking them in between his fingertips.

You move your hips back and forth on his cock, grinding against him. Your hands rest on his chest as you fuck yourself on his cock, this position providing much more visual stimulation than the last. The look on Joel’s face is one of pure ecstasy as he watches his pretty girl ride him.

Your walls tense up in anticipation of release. Joel can feel it, too; the way your walls clench his cock.

“Cum on my cock like a good girl,” he says.

And with one last grind of your hips you do, your cunt fluttering around him erratically. The sensation of your cunt gripping him pulls his own orgasm from him. His cum paints your insides in thick ropes until the movement of your hips eventually slows down. And now you’re exhausted.

You move off of him and collapse down on the bed. Joel pulls you into him and kisses the top of your head.

“Pretty impressive for a “pillow queen” if I do say so myself,” you tease.

“Most definitely, sweetheart,” he says, “I’ll stop callin’ you that if it hurts your feelings.”

“I know you’re only teasing, especially since I just proved you otherwise,” you chuckle.

“Like a good girl.”

“Plus you had a long day so it felt good to take care of you for once.”

“You’re the best, sweetheart,” he says, kissing the top of your head one last time before you both drift off to sleep, entangled in each other’s arms.

End note: ✨here’s the text that inspired all of this✨

Also we aren’t mad at David, he was just kidding and clearly I thought it was funny if I decided to write a fic about it 😭

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#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x f!reader #joel miler #joel miller smut #joel miller fanfiction #the last of us #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal #tlou #pedrostories

[toomuchracket]

someone sent me the loveliest ask about bday party matty following girly around after tour ends that i accidentally deleted because i saved to drafts and couldn't edit on mobile SO i shall discuss it here. yes, you're right, he is without question in groupie mode (well, more so than usual lol) - after some, um, morning bedroom activities, he'll hover over you and kiss your nose like "so, my sweet girl, what's on your agenda today?", and when you tell him you've got an interview or a radio appearance or a signing he's like "that sounds fun. can i tag along, darling? i'll hold your handbag for you" lol bless him. and he's determined that everything is about you; he makes it so clear to the interviewers or presenters that "i'm only here in bf mode! it's my girl's moment! please don't mention me", but he caves a little when you pout and say "but i want to talk about you. half of these essays are about you", gives you a little nose kiss and says "well, alright, if you insist lol", which in turn makes you roll your eyes and say "bloody narcissist. but i love you!" lmao it's all very cute and fun. throughout the interview, he looks at you like you hung the moon, his eyes never leaving your face and his smile never leaving his - an audio clip from your radio interview goes viral because the host says "no wonder you're writing all these wonderful essays about being in love and being loved - the way your other half (matty tears up at this btw lol) looks at you, and has done the whole time we've been talking, i don't think anyone has ever been so loved as you are by him", and you get all blushy and bashful and giggly before you say "well, he has, by me", and the world seems to really love this little insight moment. and when you get home at the end of the day, matty's insistent on being the one to make dinner because "you've been working, darling, relax"; you sit in the kitchen while he cooks, mayhem at your feet and a glass of wine in your hand, and nothing has ever been so domestic and perfect. speaking of domesticity, actually - on your days off, the two of you have been rearranging the house somewhat. partially in prep for christmas decorations, but also partially because even though you moved in ages and ages ago you haven't really had the time to find the right places for all your things. matty had the kinda cute, kinda egotistical (thus, extremely him) idea of putting all your awards and most cherished writing bits in the same room as his music equivalents, so you've had to source appropriately nice bookcases for that to happen; the room looks so cool once it's finished, books interspersed with music scores and brits surrounding the booker nomination, and matty's like "you know, this is really fitting, given that we inspire each other so much. and it's also cool as fuck. like we really are the coolest couple on the planet" lol. he puts a desk in there under the guise of that being the best room to do video interviews from, but really it's so he has something to bend you over; of course thinking about the two of you being so hot and cool and accomplished gets him going, it's matty we're talking about lmfao. but really, at his core, he's a sweetheart completely in love with you - once you both got the christmas tree up and decorated, you tugged him into the kitchen like "ok, it's time. you said we were having chicken for dinner, yeah?", and matty nods in confusion and then gasps when he sees the potatoes and the baking tray and your seasoning mix on the counter like "wait, is this what i think it is? you're-" and you nod like "teaching you the roast potato recipe. this is it, healy, you're stuck with me forever now". and matty - crying, obv - just grabs your face and kisses you deeply, murmuring "can't fucking wait for that. i love you". cute as hell <3

#mads answers asks #mads muses #fluff asks #matty asks #into the birthday partyverse

[starsurface]

I’m so sorry for making your list longer than it is but you do so well with these requests I just had to ask for this one. Could you do Earthrealm Champions+Liu Kang celebrating a baby regressors birthday? My birthday is at the end of the month and I’ve been thinking about this one for a minute.

Awh please don't worry!!!! I enjoy making content!!! :D (Really happy I got this before the end of March, was so worried I'd miss the deadline)

Also, Happy Early Birthday!!! :D <3 <3 <3

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Raiden, Kung Lao, Johnny, Kenshi, & Liu Kang w/ Babyspace Birthday Regressors Hcs

❤️ . . . When I say that you are getting spoiled, I mean you are getting SPOILED

⭐️ They’d give you two different birthdays, one for when your in your headspace, and one for when your out of your headspace

🌟 Your out of headspace birthday party is very fun, you get a bunch of gifts, you guys all get dinner (that Johnny ends up paying for), your the center of attention

🌩 ^ Johnny probably takes everyone out for a ‘girls day’ . . . even if the entire group (or everyone but you, depends on your gender) isn’t a girl

🍖 . . . But are you really going to say no for a free shopping free and getting to dress up all pretty? I don’t think so!!! (it’s also his gift to you . . . Okay, he has more, but still)

❤️ Your little birthday party goes very different though

⭐️ Raiden wakes you up to some yummy pancakes, fruit, and whipped cream/chocolate chips!! (Mickey Mouse shaped ones are my favorite)

🌟 It’s a very peaceful morning, Raiden even spoon feeds you!! (he normally spoon feeds you when your this small, but he’s insistent on helping you today)

🌩 Long day of very fun little activities!!!

🍖 Johnny gives his birthday gift to you early, it’s a couple of super cute regression outfits

❤️ Why so early? Super simple, fashion show!!! :O

⭐️ He’ll hold you on his hip, helping you strut down the handmade runway (which is a bunch of pillows leading to the couch that the others cheer at)

🌟 Liu Kang steals you next, saying it’s time for outside time, specifically in his private garden area

🌩 What’s outside? A small picnic!! :D (and some water balloons/guns because it’s fun)

🍖 ^ You and Kung Lao team up and end up getting Liu kang all wet (much to your twos enjoyment and his dismay)

❤️ Don’t worry, Liu Kang gets back at Kung Lao later, convincing you to throw a water baloon at him 

⭐️ . . . Which you may or not blame Raiden for, and now a full on war has been brought between the two friends)

🌟 . . . Kenshi does notice and lectures you about lying, unfortunally :(

🌩 But not too much!! It’s your birthday after all, birthday little ones get to bypass some rules (you still need to apoligize to Raiden and Kung Lao for lying though

🍖 (^ Don’t worry, Liu Kang gets all the blame <3)

❤️ You get a ton of gifts!!!

⭐️ Kenshi got you a chicken plushie and some chicklets!!! (inspired by Snow Blind and the chicken stuffies in Unpacked)

🌟 Liu Kang got you a new music box, maybe a song from your favorite video game, or maybe the lullaby is really soothing (it’s a easy hand crank one too)

🌩 Kung Lao got you some more regression snacks, a new baby bottle, and a soft blankie

🍖 Raiden gives you a small backpack to make into a baby bag (or just use)!! As well as some pins or patches he can help sew in!!

❤️ ^ He also got you some really cute socks :3

⭐️ Johnny gets you a custom made pacifier, completely detected out, like, your dream paci (as well as the cute outfits from before)

🌟 They’ll have one of your favorite deserts, or your favorite cake!!

🌩 But . . . It’s a cake based off of your tv show/video game character!!! :O

🍖 Kung Lao will spoon feed you this time, mostly because he whined that Raiden already got to feed you and he wants a turn :(

❤️ You either spend more time outside, whether playing with the rest of the water balloons, or hiding on Kenshi’s lap while the other four run around trying to get the others soaked (Yes! Even Liu Kang ends up getting in on it!! And he is destined to win)

⭐️ If you also get soaked, you do have to have a bath :\

🌟 But it’s a very nice bath!! Nice soap, maybe a bath bomb, fluffy towels, wearing one of your new onesies!!

🌩 And because Liu Kang is so nice, and it’s your birthday, you get to skip/push back nap time!! :D

🍖 . . . A horrible decision, because now your incredibly cranky, grumpy, and still refuse to fall asleep, and it’s ALL Liu Kangs fault!!! >:(

❤️ Don’t worry, very easy fix: Cuddle pile!!!

⭐️ Putting your favorite tv show on, you getting borderline suffocated while they all try to snuggle you, and getting very sleepy very quickly

🌟 (If your big when you wake up, they’ll take you out to eat again!! Probably somewhere like Madam Bo’s or your favorite place)

🌩 (If you’re still tiny, you can get to use some of your new stuff!! And they get you some yummy takeout or make you your favorite food!! . . . Or order from Madam Bo’s)

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Small Note: When you get new gear, make sure to wash/clean it!!! Otherwsie it can be nasty (this also goes out got things like new cups or silverwear in general!!! Always clean things you first get!!!)

#age regression #agere #sfw age regression #mortal kombat agere #sfw agere #age regression headcanons #mk agere #mk1 #mk1 headcanons #mortal kombat 1 headcanons #cg johnny cage #caregiver johnny cage #cg kung lao #caregiver kung lao #caregiver raiden #cg raiden #cg kenshi #caregiver kenshi #cg liu kang #caregiver liu kang #johnny cage #raiden #kung lao #liu kang #kenshi takahashi #mk1 liu kang #mk1 kung lao #mortal kombat x reader

[sariel626]

Interrupting a Stream

So in this reader is a YouTube Streamer and being honest, I got inspiration for this while watching shxtou twitch vods. Yes I know twitch is very different from YouTube.

Oh, and your Streamer name is Seranisin, Chat calls you Sera for short. The first game is called Night of the Consumers, the second is Mr.Hopps Playhouse

TW: cussing

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“Stupid frickin’ customers! I was one shelf away from beating the game!” (Y/N) screamed at the screen which showed the words ‘You’re Fired’ in a blood red colored font. The chat was blowing up at the streamer’s rage, mostly ‘LMAOOO’s and some offering strategies to help the female when she began her 17th attempt to stock the grocery store shelves without running into any customers.

Right as (Y/N) was calming down, the front door to her shared home opened, Chuuya had finally gotten off work and he was ready to see his partner after a long day. When he didn’t see (Y/N) in the living room or the kitchen (probably eating an entire bag of chips again) the ginger walked over to (Y/N)‘s gaming/streaming room. The door was closed. Of course she’s streaming right now.

Chuuya went and grabbed a bottle of wine while contemplating if he should order takeout or cook something. While pouring his glass, a victory scream rang out, “TAKE THAT YOU WRINKLY MANAGER! I AM COMPETENT ENOUGH TO STOCK SHELVES!” It came from none other than (Y/N) herself. This made Chuuya chuckle to himself at how immersed his girlfriend could get in a video game.

Unable to decide on takeout or cooking at home, and since he figured that scream meant the stream would be ending, Chuuya waited a few minutes before going to (Y/N)’s room and opening the door to find…her still streaming. He concluded it’d be a good way to scare off any simps from the chat (he’s wrong, we never back down) so he asked what she would prefer for dinner while leaning against the door. (Y/N) snapped out of her surprised stupor and replied, “uh…takeout. You are aware that I’m streaming, right?” “I thought you ended it after that victory scream” this made the female streamer blush from embarrassment, was she really that loud?

Meanwhile, the chat was blowing up

Cryos3267: Who’s the hot guy at the door?

Gumiberry: Is he single?

Kawaii-Chan: if he is, can I have his number

XXJuliusXX: Is he Sera’s boyfriend?

Seweit42: He can’t be, he’s too short for her

Chuuya was going to leave to order takeout for them both until (Y/N) saw that in the chat. She smiled sweetly with malicious intent hidden behind it and called her boyfriend back in. Chuuya, hearing the sickly sweet sound from his girlfriend, walked into the room, silently praying you weren’t about to kill him for interrupting the stream.

(Y/N) looked directly at the camera, “Seweit42, if you really think short guys can’t land hot girls…” the girl pulled Chuuya down by his shirt collar and kissed him, making sure the monitor could see them. Chuuya gladly returned the short kiss until (Y/N) pulled back and looked at the camera “Then explain that.” If chat wasn’t already blowing up, it was now. The female turned back and said, “If you want, you can go order takeout now, I’ll join you after Mr.Hopps Playhouse” but Chuuya just wrapped his arms around her waist, “After that? Like hell I’m leaving.” The girl rolled her eyes, but smiled nonetheless, “Well then, get on the chair, but this is a horror game.” “Like a game could scare me. Who do you think I am, dove?”

Ten minutes later, Chuuya’s trying to convince you that Mr.Hopps is not cute while you’re collecting tapes

Chuuya: it’s a demonic bunny rabbit probably the size of that blond ponytail fucker from the Agency. He’s got the eyes of their doctor when she’s gone batshit

Y/N: Chuuya, don’t you see those adorable, very pettable ears? And those eyes aren’t screaming murder, they’re begging to be loved

Chuuya: quit fucking summoning him with the toys!

Y/N: (proceeds to trigger every single toy) it’s not like he’ll catch me anyways, I’m too good for-

Proceeds to get jumpscared making Chuuya cling to the gamer and spin the chair around, “Fuck that!” (Y/N) looked at her boyfriend, blinked a couple times, and laughed, spinning the chair around while laughing. The short-tempered male was quick to retaliate, “I was trying to protect you from the demon bunny! Don’t laugh at me!” “It’s just…it’s just a video game. Mr.Hopps isn’t real.” The female wiped a tear from her eyes. She was right, he’s just a piece of code in a video game. There wasn’t anything for Chuuya, a mafia executive, to be scared of. It was still funny that he was though.

Soon enough, (Y/N) beat the game and ended the stream. Standing up and stretching, she asked, “So what food are you in the mood for?” But Chuuya was still recovering from the ending, he looked up at his girlfriend, “Y…You pick” “Aight, Chinese sound good?” “Sure” To be honest, Chuuya wasn’t thinking about food, he was still caught on the ending and how you barely flinched at the Giant Mr.Hopps, is it a streamer thing?

“Yo Chu, you good? …Hello? …Oh well, guess I’ll just help myself to the best wine in the cellar!” That snapped him out of it. “Don’t you dare” “Welcome back to planet Earth, Chu. I’m gonna order the food and if you want, we can play Mr.Hopps 2~” (Y/N) whispered the last bit in his ear and Chuuya tensed, “Count me out” He walked to the living room and sat on the couch, flipping through the tv channels.

After placing the order and getting the food, (Y/N) and Chuuya were cuddling on the couch watching Iron Man 3. It was clear that both of you were beginning to get drowsy and so out of nowhere, Chuuya says, “You know, you were really sexy today when you kissed me in front of your fans.” “Thanks Chu, you were really cute today when we played Mr.Hopps. Your reactions were adorable and *yawn* I wouldn’t mind having you join me again.” (Y/N) closed her eyes as she began to doze off. The mafioso smiled at his cute girlfriend, turned the tv off, and carried her to their shared bedroom before crawling in next to her. “I wouldn’t mind it either.” And with that, the ginger fell asleep with a smile on his face.

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This ending was way softer than I expected it to be. Kinda derailed from my original idea

It’s fine though, we all need some Chuuya fluff in our lives

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #nakahara chuuya #bsd chuuya #chuuya x reader

[solarnomoon]

love is an art form — 11

design 11,,, the dinner

heeseung leans over to the boy next to him, whispering so no-one else could hear him, "i thought it was gonna just be me and you and the other two?"

yn laughs at his words, pulling away from him, saying in a soft voice, "the other two?"

"you know what i mean ynie."

yn rolls his eyes but with no malice within his sight, replying to him, "yeah but they all wanted to go too and i wasnt gonna stop them."

at this point, jay drapes his arm around heeseungs shoulder, mocking him with a pout on his face, "awe, did wittle heeseung want a wittle double date?"

the only thing he gets back in response is a flick to his forehead. "well ow. why do your fingers hurt like hell?" jay rubs his forehead, pulling his arm off of heeseung.

"i play piano. my fingers might be my strongest feat."

niki just side-eyes heeseung across the table, then directs his attention toward yn. "mm, i bet you'd know yn, wouldn't you?"

sunoo and jungwon look at jay with their mouths open, while sunghoon and jake just bust out laughing. yn gets embarrassed but not more than heeseung, who physically turns his head away from the rest of the group.

"in shock, in tears, ive got to go." yn speaks, shaking his head. although, he just laughs right after, patting heeseung on the back. "aye, you thought it was funny too right?"

"haha, yes i did, whatever," heeseung responds, lifting some of the brisket into his mouth.

right after he finishes though, he goes back to the ear of an unsuspecting yn, who's conversing with sunghoon and jake across the table, before saying, "if you wanna try though yn, i can show you~" and making yn push heeseung playfully.

...

"so is it true that enhypen is coming back with a full group video after 2 months?" yn asks jungwon, niki, and sunoo, as the other four are conversing among themselves.

jungwon nods, "yeah, we recorded a cooking one together, which should be coming out soon... like a week or so?"

"ah i'm so excited! it's so crazy to me that i'm at kbbq with my favorite youtube guys ever."

sunoo raises his eyebrow, "but weren't you friends with sunghoon and jay before enhypen even existed? was it crazy then?"

"to be honest, yeah just a little. i didn't expect them to become so popular so quick, but i guess it makes sense considering you guys are just fucking cool and genuinely relatable." yn takes a bite of his food before continuing, "plus, every single video i've watched of you guys has just been so funny like..." and he continues, not noticing the girl that stops nearby their table.

"heeseung, is that you?!" a shrill voice pierces the air, and the group turns to look toward the source of said voice. "oh my god, how i've missed you!" and with that, the girl with the voice runs over to him and basically pushes jay to the side to sit in the guy's lap, before giving him a peck on his cheek.

yn turns to sunghoon, then to sunoo across the table, mouthing "who is that?"

jay then proceeds to say out loud, without a thought in his mind because of the corn he's munching, "oh, it's heeseung's girlfriend."

yn proceeds to turn his head toward heeseung.

"girlfriend?"

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an,,, this one has writing (566 words)! and to clarify: they have a yt channel still called enhypen, just think of them like one of those friend group channels that do random shit LOL (i have been binging their enlogs & therefore felt inspired :o)

taglist (open!): @hyuniiehoney @roulette010 @lovelypitasworld @blehhhidk @curly-fr13s @to-toad @buttersmama @sunshinefox35 @lonewolfjinji

#love is an art form #male reader #enhypen #enhypen smau #enhypen fluff #enhypen crack #enhypen heeseung #heeseung #enhypen jake #enhypen jay #enhypen sunghoon #enhypen sunoo #enhypen jungwon #enhypen niki #newjeans hanni #le sserafim eunchae #txt beomgyu #txt yeonjun #enhypen x reader #enhypen x male reader #heeseung x reader #heeseung x male reader #enhypen x y/n #college au #solarnomoon

[harringtonstilinski]

I Got You Something - Steve Harrington

Author: @stilinskiparker​ Characters: Steve Harrington x Reader Word Count: 436 Warnings: fluff, pure tooth rotting fluff Smut: no | yes; Requested: Yes. Based off a prompt from this list A/N: Hi, friends! This piece is based between Seasons 3&4. It’s not stated, but both work at Family Video. Anyways, I hope you like this little piece! If you do, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

I never imagined life with Steve would be this amazing. Yeah, we have ups and downs, but it’s mostly been ups. I smile every single day, we laugh together, do stuff together, it’s great!

Steve and I started dating about six months ago, but we’ve known each other since we were kids. Although, I stopped hanging out with him when Tommy H. and Carol came around, and then when he started dating Nancy.

We both had jobs at Starcourt Mall when it opened; him at Scoops Ahoy, and me at The Great Cookie.  Both of us ended up losing our jobs because the mall ended up burning down… or that’s what the police have been telling us to say. Yes, I know about the Russians, and now I know about the Mind Flayer and the Upside Down. Things have been pretty quiet regarding all that for a few months, so it’s been nice. 

Since Steve’s parents are rarely ever home, I decided to move in with him, and it’s been great! I was currently in the kitchen making some dinner when I felt two arms wrap around my middle, causing me to jump.

“Oh, my gosh, you scared me,” I breathed through a smile.

“I got you something,” he said. I could hear the smile through his words.

I turned around in his arms, putting my hands on the back of his neck. “Oh, really?”

He hummed and nodded his head, pulling back from me to grab my hands, leading me away from the kitchen. 

“Steve, I have dinner on the stove!”

“It’s pasta,” he said. “I know it has to boil or whatever for a few minutes. Besides, this won’t take long.”

He led upstairs to his room, where he told me to shut my eyes. I did as he asked before he asked me to turn around, which I did. I felt him behind me before he whispered, “Lift your hair.”

I lifted my hair as asked, and smiled when I felt something gently press against my neck. Without him asking, I opened my eyes and looked down, seeing a silver necklace with Steve written in a fancy design.

Smile still on my face, I turned around, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling in for a kiss. “It’s beautiful,” I whispered when we parted. “Thank you.”

“Anything for my girl,” he smiled, pulling my back in for another kiss. 

It was a couple minutes before I remembered about the pasta on the stove. I quickly pulled from the kiss and ran down the stairs.

“Where are you going?” Steve hollered.

“The pasta!”

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A/N 2:  hi, friends! i hope i’m doing steve harrington justice! i’ve been wanting to write for him since season 3 came out but just didn’t have major inspiration until now! but let me know what you thought! again, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. A/N 3: highly thinking about taking away all my taglists because no one seems to be interacting with anything i post anymore...

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Posted on June 6, 2022

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[mrs-johansson]

Strangers in the night - Scarlett Johansson x Fem!Reader

Part 10:

“What does it say?” I looked through the mirror at my agent Ester who had just found an article about Scarlett and me.

“The title is, Valentine’s Day meeting for Jojo Rabbit.” She read it out loud and I immediately rolled my eyes. “The pair met up on a very odd day, that being Valentine’s Day. Lady Bird actress Y/n Cole and pal Scarlett Johansson enjoyed dinner at Pablo’s Jazz Bar in Manhattan on the day of lovers. Sources say, the pair were having a great time, cozy with each other and they left together. It is known that Cole is directing her first movie Jojo Rabbit later this year, with Johansson as the starring actress.” “I feel like I can’t meet up with anyone anymore without having tabloids everywhere,” I murmured while looking at the first dress. Melanie, my stylist, held the dress’s skirt part as I turned around, facing Eater. “What do you think?” I asked, smoothing over the material. “Did you have to go out on Valentine’s Day?” She spread her arms.

Letting out a sigh I stepped back up to the podium in front of the mirror. “Let’s look at the next one,” I told Melanie and once we took the dress off and she left the room, I reached for my robe.

“It was just a friendly dinner. We’ve been talking a lot lately and we thought we should meet up before filming, getting to know each other. It was just a coincidence that it was Valentine’s Day.” “And how was it?”

How was it? It was amazing. I had the most fun of my life, and I’m just mesmerized by this woman.

“Great. We had fun.”

***

Scarlett🌷: how was the fitting?

me: it was fine, got the dress and the accessories so everything’s done

Scarlett🌷: can I get a sneak peek?😏

me: hmm… I promised didn’t I?😌

me: (let’s pretend it’s a picture)

Scarlett🌷: god if they don’t give you the award in this dress then I’ll be very upset

Scarlett🌷: you look stunning y/n

me: thank you❤️ but I don’t think I’m going to win

Scarlett🌷: why wouldn’t you? You did amazing

me: there’s meryl who even though has a 100 of them, she still gets them every single time

me: Margot who played a real person and let’s not even mention the rest

Scarlett🌷: and still you’re there because you did a spectacular job at such young age

me: I don’t know

Scarlett🌷: whatever happens, I’m proud of you and I think you should win💛

me: it means a lot Scar❤️

***

It’s been a week since our date and honestly I kind of miss her. Yes, we talk almost every day, but Rose got home this week and of course, I understand that she has less time for me, but we’re gonna meet this weekend.

And today my dad is staying till we go to Los Angeles and I told him I’ll pick him up from the airport. Usually, he says that he’ll just catch a taxi, but I wouldn’t want him to suffer through an hour drive with a stranger.

Mom doesn’t have time to visit, as usual, honestly, I’m not even disappointed anymore.

Waiting for dad at the parking lot I was just reading the Bombshell script trying to memorize my lines then the text from dad popped up, that he was here.

Stepping out of the car I looked around the parking lot, hoping to catch his tall figure.

Even though I made sure to put glasses and a baseball cap on, some people still let their eyes linger and two younger girls even came up to me. But they seemed nice.

“Hi, we wouldn’t want to bother you but we’re big fans of you, is there any chance we can take a picture?” The girl on the left asked with hopeful eyes, she was shy but the other one seemed more anxious.

I couldn’t say no, they were polite and respectful. “Of course, what’s your name?” I took my glasses off, so I don’t look like an asshole in the pictures, no offense, but I don’t like when famous people do that.

“I’m Ava and this is my sister Nora,” the same girl said and her sister smiled shyly, picking on her nails.

We took a couple of pictures and the girls asked me about Red Sparrow a little bit but I couldn’t tell them much of course. Mostly Ava was the one who was talking

“And you Nora? What’s your favorite movie?” I looked at her and her eyes widened, cheeks got tinted with color. She shifted in her place and uncrossed her arms. “I like Lady Bird. I just relate to her a lot and I think you’re amazing in it. I hope you get the Oscar,” she said and I smiled, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Thank you.”

After a couple of minutes, my phone started ringing and I said goodbye to the girls and then took the call. “Hi honey, I just got out. Where are you?” Dad spoke. “I’m in the parking lot, you should see me if you come out on the A exit,” I kept looking that way then a couple of minutes later I saw his gray hair and waved to him which he thankfully saw.

***

“How was your flight?” “It was great, I got some work done,” dad said. “That’s great, what do you want for dinner?” “We can have takeout, you don’t have to cook.” “Are you sure?” I glanced at him and he nodded. “How’s mom?” I looked back at the road, watching the light turn green.

“She’s good, she says hi,” he said awkwardly. “Great.” “How are you? What have you been up to lately?” He quickly changed the topic.

“I’m good. I spend a lot of time with my friends a lot. Actually, this weekend, not sure if it's Saturday or Sunday, but I’ll have a friend coming over and it’s kind of new and I’m not sure if it’s time for you guys to meet yet…” “I’ll be gone for the day, don’t worry. Is it a guy or a girl?” I saw from the corner of my eyes that he was looking at me with a smirk. I glanced at him carefully then turned back. “A woman.” “Oh a woman, okay. Do I know her?” Dad asked with a teasing voice. “Probably,” I cleared my throat, already nervous about the whole conversation. “So she’s famous?” “Yeah, but it’s like really new. We only had one date so far,” I smiled shyly, trying to control my joy. “That's great, kid. And how was it?” “The best date I ever had. I don’t know, I feel like it’s already serious you know. And I really like her so I hope everything goes great.” Really hope it will, honest to God. She’s one of the best things that happened to me in the past couple of months.

“I’m glad Y/n. What’s she like?” “Well… She’s like a ray of sunshine, to be honest. She’s really funny and flirty and she makes me blush like all the time. She is uhm divorced and she has a daughter. She’s amazing really.” “A daughter?” The surprise in his voice. “Yeah, she’s three and she’s really cute.” “So she is older than you?” “Yeah, a little but it doesn’t bother me. She’s very intelligent and doesn’t really care about other people’s opinions, so she’s just… I don’t know, open-minded I guess.” “Maybe that’s what you need. I mean someone mature and seen the world.” “Okay, she’s not that much older, only by 8 years.” Furrowing my eyebrows, I pulled up to the driveway. “Oh, that’s not much. Will you tell me who it is?” Dad asked as we got out of the car.

“Hmm…” “Oh come on, you told me basically who she is, just not her name.” He got his suitcase from the back and I walked up to the door, unlocking the house. “You swear not to tell anyone though,” I watched as dad rolled the suitcase in, closed the door behind himself, and looked at me with big eyes.

“Swear on my mother’s grave,” he put his hand over his heart. “Especially not mom,” I took my coat off alongside my shoes. “Why can’t you just tell me? You know, you can trust me,” he spread his arms. He's right though.

“Okay… uhm,” nervously walking around the living room, I finally sat on the armrest of the couch. Dad stood at the living room door, on the edge for sure. “She’s a friend of Chris’s,” I started. “Okay…” I saw the wheels turning in his head. “It’s Scarlett Johansson…” I mumbled quietly, looking everywhere but at him. “Who?” Dad pushed his head forward, since I was so quiet. “Scarlett Johansson.”

He leaned to the door frame, crossing his arms. “Didn’t I raise you right?” “Oh my god…” I closed my eyes, hanging my head low. “What? She’s a very good-looking woman and she’s very successful. And from what you told me, she’s an amazing person. I’m proud of you, kid.” He walked up to me, wrapping me up in a big hug. “Thank you? I guess… but we’re not dating, you know?” “Yet! It seems like she’s got you wrapped around her finger pretty bad.” I smiled at his words and nodded. “She really does.”

***

In the next couple of days, we were at home mostly. Once or twice we went out to dinner or lunch or just walked around town for a while.

It was Friday night, Dad thought it was the perfect time to watch a movie after we had dinner. Opened a bottle of wine and settled down on the couch, watching a film of his choice.

“I don’t even like this guy,” I murmured as I watched Matt Damon on the screen. “Why not?” “Because he has an asshole face. I’ve never met him though.”

I’m not mean I swear, I just have people who I look at and I don’t like them, does that make sense?

My phone started buzzing next to me and I quickly reached for it to see that it was Scarlett. “I’ll be back,” I said as I was getting up from the couch, taking the call.

“Hi,” I said swiftly, really nervous about the call. Gosh, I felt my Palma being sweaty and I swear my heart was racing. “Hey, I just wanted to check if we’re still on for the weekend,” Scarlett spoke and I smiled like an idiot as soon as I heard her voice. “Yes, of course. Which day is better for you?” I fidgeted with my fingers anxiously, waiting for her answer. “Tomorrow is great if that’s alright for you.” “It is, yeah…” I felt the nerves linger through the phone call, neither of us knowing what to say.

Taking a sharp breath in, I had to break the silence. “I uhm… I miss you,” I bluntly stated and I felt like someone knocked all the air out of my lungs. I was so nervous and scared about how she was going to react but then she spoke. “I miss you too, darling. I honestly can’t wait to see you. It’s a shame you’ll leave for three months, I hope you won’t forget about me,” she said and I could imagine that smirk on her face that drives me oh so crazy. “Of you? Never. On the other hand, I hope you won’t forget about me, there are a lot of people who would like to get their hands on you…” I smirked, hoping to hear a good reaction. “Oh Y/n, no one compares to you. I met you for a reason and I’m throwing that away,” okay my heart just burst out of happiness and joy. “You’re making my ego so much bigger with this,” I chuckled shyly, feeling the heat creeping up my neck right to my cheeks. “You started this when you were screaming my name, don’t you remember?” Now, I was definitely blushing at that sentence and how she lowered her voice… god this woman. “Isn’t Rose there with you?” I cleared my throat. “No, she wanted to sleep over at my mom’s.” Oh wow, she’s so much. Of course, she’s doing this on purpose. “You’re something else, aren’t you?” I asked, walking up to my bedroom. “Don’t tell me you don’t like it,” yeah she’s just really good at this. Talks her way into my head then somewhere else… “I did not say that. Don’t put words in my mouth,” I grabbed some jeans from the wardrobe and started to get dressed. “I thought you liked having things in your mouth, but I guess I was wrong,” she sighed dramatically. “You’re hooked already wow… so desperate,” I murmured with a smirk. “You’re the one who’s already getting dressed, who’s desperate now?” How proud is she… but she’s right, I was almost out of the house. “This was your plan all along, don’t pretend it wasn’t,” I grabbed a leather jacket and walked downstairs. “Oh, it was.” “I know, I’ll be there in 20 minutes.” “Can’t wait.”

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[atotheskz]

I will always choose you

Language: English

Idol: Choi Hyunsuk

Group: Treasure

Word Count: 1,4k

Don't hesitate to comment what you thought about this imagine!

You can request everything as long as it is not a smut or too suggestive. Just know that I'm slow when it comes to writing ;-;

Contains: cheating ex boyfriend, Valentine's Day, idol au, every Treasure members and former members are mentioned

Disclaimer(s):

- The character of Hyunmin is completely invented by me and isn't inspired by anyone.

- I tried as much as possible to make Y/N genderless, for the reader to be comfortable reading this story, and not to assume the romantic orientation of any idol.

- Neither do I assume that the idols involved in this story would react exactly like that. I tried to make them match the vision I have of them, it may not be accurate at all, it is just my point of view.

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It was the first time you were going to spend Valentine's Day with someone and you were really excited about it. Your family was never there, and you hadn't any friends to watch romantic comedies with. But this time. This time, you had your boyfriend, Hyunmin. You didn't even know how you ended up dating the brother of THE Choi Hyunsuk of Treasure, your favourite group, but here you were, spending hours choosing your outfit, your make-up, and your hairstyle for him. Then you started preparing your handbag, as you two planned to go on a stroll after dinner. You longed for the time you would finally spend with someone. You sat on the couch, starting to zap the different channels while waiting for Hyunmin, but one hour later, he was still not here, not even giving a sign of life. After trying to call him several times, you decided to call Hyunsuk.

- Hey, Hyunsuk, do you know where Hyunmin is?

- Uhm... He left about an hour and a half ago. I thought he was with you. I'll try to call him.

- Thank you...

- Who is it?

- It's Y/N, Junkyu.

- Hello Y/N!!!

- Hi Junkyu...

You put your phone aside, sighing yet laughing to yourself. You somehow knew that he wouldn't come. You had a feeling. Some time ago, you found nail polish and makeup in his bag, and he wasn't the type of guy to put on these. You tried to convince yourself it was just for Hyunsuk, but tonight, you understood and tried to accept it. While checking your phone one last time, you saw a story on Hyunmin's Instagram, confirming what you thought. This asshole forgot that he put you in his close friend's story and that you could see this video of him kissing the girl that you once saw with him at university.

It was a waste of time, so you went to the bathroom to remove all of that horrible makeup that Hyunmin liked that much.

After cleaning your face and throwing your red tight top and your black trousers in the basket, you entered the shower and let the hot water run on your body, along with your tears. Around fifteen minutes later, you left the room to spread on the couch, a towel wrapped around you. You let your head fall on your right side, your eyes meeting the blue shirt that Hyunsuk offered you for your birthday. The only real friend you've ever had in your life, with the rest of the group. Maybe the relationship with Hyunmin wasn't that much of a mistake. Thinking about it, you decided to put it on, with a white short you found in a little shop one day. You almost fell off the couch when you heard someone knocking at the door, asking yourself who it could be, hoping it wouldn't be him. When you opened the door, your eyes grew wide before tears started running down your cheeks. Yes, Hyunmin wasn't a mistake. Thanks to him, you met real friends. Hyunsuk was here, with Jihoon, Yoshi, Junkyu, and some snacks. They entered the house in front of you, leaving you dumbfounded and confused, yet happy to see them here. Putting the snacks on the table, Hyunsuk smiled at you, immediately relieving your hurt mind. Everyone lied on the couch, in a "big warm hug", Jihoon in charge of finding a film to watch. To describe a little more that "hug", you were sat in the corner of the couch, resting on Hyunsuk's chest, with your legs on Jihoon's lap, but your tummy being turned into a pillow for Junkyu's head, who himself had his legs on Yoshi's lap. It might have been more of a maze hug, in fact. Anyway, you five spent the night singing, dancing, and playing until three of you literally fell asleep while trying to guess what the strange thing drawn by Jihoon was.

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You woke up late at night in your bed, sweeping the room with your eyes. Yoshi and Jihoon were on inflatable mattresses, and you assumed Junkyu was still on the couch sleeping, as he becomes a ton-weighing koala every time he sleeps. The place next to you was empty, yet you could see that Hyunsuk slept there. Seeing a light beam coming from under the door, you stood up and headed to the kitchen. You found Hyunsuk cleaning and tidying the room under a really low lighting, which you assumed was to not wake Junkyu up. When he noticed you watching carefully his moves, yet still with sleepy eyes, he smiled and got closer to you.

- How are you feeling?

- Better. Better than I expected, actually.

- Really?

- Yes... I feel relieved, in fact. I'm even quite happy that it's finished. My tortured mind will stop hurting now that it ended.

- Do you regret having been with him?

- Not at all. Thanks to him, I met you all guys.

You threw a look towards the living room and the bedroom, where slept Yoshi, Jihoon, and Junkyu.

- When I was thinking about it, I realised I stayed with him not to lose the guys, and particularly you, Hyunsuk. I think I never understood before, but now I'm sure. I love you, Hyunsuk. I don't only love the Choi Hyunsuk that Teumes know, the one that I knew when we first met. I love every side of you, the one I saw when we played basketball with Haruto, Mashiho and Jaehyuk, the one I saw when you took me at YGE building to show me how to produce a song with Asahi and Yedam, or when we went to Iksan with Junghwan, Jeongwoo and Doyoung. I know it must not be the same for you, and that you can't date someone anyway, but-

- I love you too, Y/N. Since the first time I ever saw you. I hated and still hate my brother because of the way he treated you. He surely is an asshole and doesn't know how to take care of someone wonderful like you.

He took your hands and smiled.

- I don't care about the company. I want to stay by your side, and no one can make me change my mind. If YGE doesn't agree, then I'll find a way to change it or leave the company. I will always choose you.

He pulled you into a hug and then cupped your face in his hands, smiling with teary eyes.

- Can I kiss you?

You nodded. He leaned over you and pressed gently his lips on yours. Millions of butterflies woke up in your belly, making you feel as if you were going to fly upon the soft clouds. This kiss just felt like the first ever in your life, and you wished that it would be the first of a whole life kisses. Hyunsuk leaned back, hugging you again, when you heard some whispers coming from behind you.

- Shhhh Junkyu they will hear us!!!

- They didn't hear me crawling in the room, I don't think I'm that loud! It's you who bark at me, Jihoon.

- Shhh guys they will spot us...

- Too late Yoshi, these two got you noticed.

The three of them stood up from behind the door, opened ajar. Junkyu didn't hesitate to jump towards you, excited like a little child, with his two hyungs smirking behind him.

- So you two are finally together now?

- Finally?

- From the moment I told them I liked you, we became the number one ship in Treasure's date agenda. Not to mention that they tried everything to make their ship real. See. Jihoon is already texting the groupchat to tell everything to the rest of the group, Mashiho and Yedam.

You laughed, knowing exactly the type of message he would send. "The two are finally together, congrats for realising something that everyone knew 🤙🏻✨️".

You looked back at Hyunsuk, smiling wide.

- Now, kids, it's time to go back to sleep, it's still 4am and we have things to do tomorrow.

Everyone went back in the room, on the inflatable mattresses and your bed. You laid down next to Hyunsuk and rested your head on his chest. For the first time in your life, you had everything you ever wanted, and even more. Somehow, the most hurtful things can sometimes end up bringing the best in your life.

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Thank you for reading! Again, don't hesitate to comment or request! And Happy Valentine's Day 💕

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[karasa]

The Philosophy of Doing; How the Girl Scouts Saved My Sanity

Originally Published April 9th, 2021

The Philosophy of Doing; How the Girl Scouts Saved My Sanity

To do is to be. Be active, be respected, be wonderful. To do anything is to commit yourself to what you’re doing, whether you care about it or not. I’ve never been much of a do-er.

Maybe, yes, I did a lot and arguably too much in high school, I do extracurriculars and I do my homework on occasion. But it never felt like Doing Anything. It’s always felt like work, like a chore. I wasn’t really doing anything persay, but rather I was on autopilot, doing what others told me, but not necessarily doing for myself.

This feeling of inadequacy, of lackluster personality traits and hobbies came in strong during the period of time I’ve been social distancing. It pushed me to ask: what do I do? My partner frequently goes out for bike rides or roller skates around the neighborhood, he holds meetings with group members to finish up assignments, cooks me dinner when he finds a good recipe, and talks to his friends everyday. I can’t say I’ve ever felt as fulfilled as he does at the end of the day, because I don’t do much. After classes I’m in bed for at least 2 hours, scrolling through twitter with a Youtube video in the background and a snack within arm’s reach.

I used to paint with my friends when they invited me to, host movie nights or dinner parties, help my friends with their various helping hand chores and go out to the club almost every weekend. But without friends to do anything, I realized that I don’t really do much at all.

I’ve always been an ambitious person, with my life plan mapped out by 7 years old and still following the plan as I turn 24. I’ve dipped my toes into a few different ponds along the way: graphic design, costume design, pastry arts, spoken word, film critiques, activism, education, drag…. The list stretches for miles in all of the things I’ve tried to do. But have I ever succeeded?

Without knowing what I do on a daily basis, I instead turned my attention to the question, “what can I do?” I was disappointed at the results. While I *can* do a number of things, My self-confidence in these fields is low, because I’ll never be able to convince myself that I can do any of them particularly well. I don’t do anything because I’m afraid of not doing well enough.

Enter: the girl scouts.

Many of the memories I have from elementary school draw up scenes of seeing my teacher at the grocery store, and feeling the same feeling of embarrassment and nerves when I ran into one of my classmates behind a girl scout cookie booth. While this quiet judgement manifested itself into me seeing the Girl Scouts as a child labor cult until rather recently, I’ve always felt envious. All of those girls who meet for snacks and seminars on Thursday nights, they’re doing something with their life. They have a journey set out in front of them, everything that they do is geared towards making them a better person. And so in April I realized: I can probably do that too.

A lot of my friends during this time in isolation are venturing on things they’ve never done before: writing more, baking bread, cooking meals, spending $60 to be in debt to a raccoon. But at first, not much for me had changed. I was still in school, still in a relationship, still spent at least 3 hours after classes in bed. I tried new recipes and enjoyed posting them on Instagram, but after one of my close friends passed, my inspiration was lost to continue that. And it never felt substantial anyway. Working for 3 hours to post 1 picture does not come with a satisfaction guarantee. While my partner shoots into the kitchen for seconds, I can’t help but judge what I’ve made as not good enough.

I started thinking about different hobbies I could do that wouldn’t take up a lot of space or cost too much. Because of all of the changes that have affected me, I’m having to pay rent without a job, and my partner and I have stuffed our lives into a bedroom that we can lay down in and touch each of the four walls. I stumbled across an old page of notes from a seminar I attended in the fall titled “Goal Setting” and I thought about how difficult it is to follow through with passion projects. That dream that we have one night that kicks us out of bed and onto the workbench fades over time. We forget details of our vision, we start to prioritize other things. Soon enough the project gets shoved into the corner while other things in life take charge, and once that happens, I can’t say that I’ve ever had the willpower to go back.

The girl scout idea came to me when I thought about one of the first and most relaxed grocery trips I’ve had in Ohio. A harrowing mirror of my elementary school days, there was a girl scout with her mother standing right in between the entrance and exit of the store. Her mom waved us over, promising that they took all methods of payment including venmo, and the little girl smiled as she started to stack up our cookies.

“What’s your favorite badge?” I smiled. I kind of hate kids but my partner really wants them in our future, so i’m trying to get better at relating to the youth.

“This one.” she pointed to a circular badge with a rocketship on it.

“Cool! Is it your favorite because of how you earned it, or because of how it looked?”

“It looks really cool. But my favorite thing to do was this one!” she spun her sash so we could see another intricate badge on the back.

“Woah! That's awesome.” I was ready to ask her more questions, about how she got it and what else she liked to do in Girl Scouts. But our transaction was complete, and while I’m proud of myself for actually holding a conversation with like, a 9 year old, I suddenly felt red in the face for being so interested in something made for little kids.

We thanked the duo and continued into the store, but for some reason I haven’t stopped thinking about that conversation.

So I got curious. After not really doing much for 6 weeks, I hopped onto the girl scout website. They had all of their badges on a neat little pdf, where I could see all of the hardwork it takes to rise up the ranks and continue to be a part of this organization. To my surprise, only a few of the badges that you’re able to earn are about the cookie sales. I started perusing the badge explorer page, and found that some of the badges are kind of badass. Without even realizing it, I started taking stock of all the badges I’d like to complete. Some are fitness focused, which makes sense because I’ve been putting off getting in shape. Some are focused on Financial Literacy, and encourage researching smaller things that we were never really taught throughout life. I jumped out of bed and raced to my partner. “I’m going to be a girl scout.” I beamed, full superman pose with no pants on. “You’re non-binary.” he replied, barely looking up from his sandwich. “Then I’ll be a Star Scout.” I shot back. He smiled.

“Good Luck!”

I’ve never felt such a ferocious drive for a project, and perhaps that’s because I’m well aware of the fact that I can go at my own pace. My goal is to earn 23 badges by the end of the pandemic. I created a task list for each badge I want to earn, which equals out to about 99 tasks that I expect to complete. Having this task list feels so much more empowering than the 3 to-do lists I keep for school, for housework, and for my personal life. I don’t need to worry about the deadline, I don’t have anything to prove to anyone. The only thing I have to do is Do.

My motivation levels vary. With bipolar disorder, it happens frequently that my drive for something can run so rampantly that I forget to sleep, while other times i can barely manage to eat something that doesn’t come straight out of a box. There is a task for every energy level I may have. Everything that I am planning to do is something that I want to do. I would like to write a screenplay, I want to break a bad habit, I would very much like to know how to make a first-aid kit. All of these tasks are such wonderfully simple things that I don’t wake up feeling stressed about what I have to do, but instead I wake up, go to my checklist and say “what do I get to do today?” the feeling is indescribable. It’s comfort, it’s accomplishment, it’s pride, it’s Something. Honestly, I can’t judge myself for not doing well enough because it’s so absurd to begin with. I personally can’t tell you how many 20-year olds are scrolling through the girl scout’s website after a couple margaritas, and I don’t care. This isn’t a contest with my peers. I don’t have to worry about not doing as well as someone else, or not doing well at all, because I make my own rules! Hell, I’m the one who's gonna be embroidering the damn badges for myself, so I better feel like I’ve earned it before I put in that work!! The tasks aren’t graded. They’re not meant to prove anything to anyone aside to show you a new side of life and show that you’ve learned something from your experiences. Already, I’ve learned so much, even if it is just how to take the first steps towards writing something I’ve always wanted, but have never known how.

It’s always felt silly to worry about what the future will be like 10 years from now, but I can never help but wonder. Would my life be different if I went to grad school? What if I get divorced? Am I still going to live in the United States? It feels like I’m already so sure that my life will be full of regrets, because my expectations will never match reality. I can ponder and hypothesize all I want, but I will never know what 2024 is like until I’m there. I doubt that 7 year old me would’ve expected me to join the scouts after all this time. It’s a hard truth that I often have trouble facing, but I know that as long as I do something, I’ll be doing the right thing. Consider this your sign: If you wanted to do something but you weren’t sure about it; do it. Be active, be respected, be wonderful. You can do it! I believe in you.

#words #pandemic diaries #personal growth #girl scouts

[mignonricciardo]

pancakes for dinner | cl16

in honor of our favorite monégasque's amazing weekend in straya!! the thought of soft and lovestruck charles is what keeps me up at night <3 this is 100% inspired (and ripped off) of pancakes for dinner by lizzy mcalpine

summary: charles and you are both in love, but who is going to admit it first?

notes: teeth-rotting fluff, two painfully in love idiots, confessions

“You’re finally going to tell her?”

The frenchman claps his best friend on the back, catching up to him in the paddock as they head toward hospitality.

Charles smiles nervously, “Yes, Pierre. You can get off my back about it now.”

The AlphaTauri driver laughs at the red tinge on his friends cheeks, “Mate, you’re absolutely in love with this girl.”

“Do you have to say it so loud?!” the Monégasque looks around with wide eyes.

Laughter shakes Pierre’s shoulders at his friend’s frazzled demeanor. Once he finally recovers, and Charles cheeks match his Ferrari shirt, the pair continue to stroll down the paddock

“You know, there’s no harm in admitting it,” Pierre tips his head toward his friend. “It’s obvious she loves you back.”

“If its obvious, why do we have to say it?” Charles asks incredulously. Pierre just glares at him until Charles begins again, “What if she doesn’t, though? What we have right now is so nice, and I don’t want to mess it up.”

“Just tell her, mate,” Pierre grins at his friend. “You won’t regret it. If you don’t tell her soon, she might not wait around for you. I’ve seen you both together, and you love her. So, tell her.”

Pierre bids his friend goodbye before heading into his team’s hospitality suite, leaving Charles alone in the paddock walkway, hands itching to reach for his phone. Pierre’s comment lingers with him through his meal and team meeting’s, and once he returns to his driver’s room to spend some time before qualifying, he reaches for his phone.

“Hello?” I answer the video call with a lazy smile, sipping from the coffee cup between my fingers.

“Good morning,” Charles grins, feeling his worries melt at the sound of my voice.

“Mm, good afternoon,” I yawn

Charles leans against the small couch in his drivers room, spreading his legs before him, “How’s work been?”

“A bit frustrating,” I admit. “Our client moved our meeting to next week, so I could’ve come out with you after all. They called us late last night about it.”

Charles groans as he tips his head back against the couch, “You’re serious? They called that late to change it?”

I sigh as I nod my head, “I could’ve made it out if they had let us know a couple days earlier. It’s too late to fly out now.”

“Ugh, I wish you could’ve made it,” the racer pouts, rubbing a hand over the stubble on his chin. HIs voice gets quiet as his cheeks glow red, “I miss having you here.”

My chest grows warm at his admission, a smile spreading across my face, “Don’t tell me I’m your good luck charm now.”

Charles laughs loudly, the sound bringing out my own giggle, “You just might be. The first two races were good with you there.”

“You’ll still be great this weekend,” I comment. “I watched free practice, and you look like you’re in a good position. The porpoising looks terrible, but you’re still quick.”

“I love when my girl talks to me about racing terms,” he smirks, a chuckle falling from his lips after his comment.

“Your girl?” I tease in an attempt to hide the blush on my cheeks.

Charles had never called me that, and our relationship isn’t exactly clearly defined. Terms of endearment is something we haven’t addressed sober yet. I called him mon beau one too many times at the bar, and he let ma meuf slip in a dazed state. Memories of his arm slung across my shoulder and my hand resting on his hip as we leave the function surface. Loving terms in our native tongue slipping from our lips between breathless kisses and lingering laughter.

“Our little secret,” he winks at the camera, dimples poking through his rose cheeks.

“More than just our secret,” I remind him. “Pierre and Carlos sure as hell know.”

“As do your friends,” he grins, raising his eyebrows mischievously. “Need I remind you about your boss?”

“Alright, that one’s your fault!” I grin as I defend myself. “You wouldn’t let go of me when we ran into her!”

Charles laughs wildly at the memory, continuing the easy conversation between us. I enjoy listening to his voice as he talks about his time in Melbourne, and my heart eases at his gentle tone. The lull to his French and breathy laughter is comforting, and my eyes start to grow heavy.

“Nap before qualifying,” he says, running fingers through his helmet hair. “You’ve still got an hour until it starts.”

I yawn again, “I’ll just make more coffee. I can’t risk missing it, Charles.”

He grins wildly at my comment, “I love knowing you watch me race.”

“I love watching you,” I respond, shamelessly checking him out over the video call.

“God, I wish you were here. I miss having you around,” he admits, rubbing a hand down his face. “I feel calm when you’re here.”

It’s the closest he can get to admitting his love. A silence lingers between us with words unsaid, and Charles eventually bids me a goodbye as someone knocks on his door. While I make another cup of coffee, Charles goes through the motions at the paddock. He mentally kicks himself for being unable to say what he had wanted—what he had promised Pierre he would tell me. The feeling grows in intensity, and it starts to manifest as nervousness for the upcoming session. In the garage, Mattia senses the driver’s anxiety and urges him to call someone he loves to give him some peace. He desperately wants to call me back, admitting what he had called in the first place to say, but at the last moment, his finger hits his mom’s contact information instead of mine. She tells him exactly what he needed to hear, ending the call with those three words he had been searching for only an hour before. As he gets ready to settle into the cockpit for qualifying, anxiety suddenly grips him. What if something were to happen and he never got to say those words to me? He suddenly climbs out of the car, muttering apologies to his engineers and team before searching for his phone. His mom’s words echo in his head, and he hesitates for only a moment before clicking my name.

“Charles?” I answer the phone call with concern in my voice.

He usually video calls unless something is more serious.

“I had to call you. I’m sorry, but I can’t get back into the car without telling you something. I-“

“Babe,” the word slips from my lips without another thought, “breathe. Tell me what’s on your mind.”

“I don’t want to cross that line, but just in case something happens in the car, I want you to know this.”

“You’re going to be fine in the car,” I begin. “You always are. What’s gotten into you?”

The line is silent for a moment. Charles stand against the far wall of the Ferrari garage, race suit adorning his body and car ready to go. His helmet sits next to him as he stares blankly at the garage floor, biting his lip as he grapples with what to say. He hears me begin again on the other end of the line, worry increasing in my tone.

“I want to eat pancakes for dinner,” he blurts out suddenly.

My eyebrows draw together, “What?”

His voice sounds suddenly frantic, “I’ll answer all your questions, but let me say all of this first.”

I agree quietly, eyebrows drawing together even further as I check the time. He should be in the car already. Qualifying was starting any minute.

“When I come home after a race, I want to come home to you and eat pancakes for dinner,” his voice is rushed but remains strong. “I want to pick a tv show to watch together, and watch it in bed when you get those headaches that put you down for a day. I want to be that person that you call when you’re under the weather.

I want to go out on the weekends—take you in public with me. Be proud that we’re at each other’s sides. I want to introduce you to all of my friends, not just some of them. I want you to bring me to your work functions and introduce me to your coworkers. I want to do things with you that I used to want to do alone.

I want us to get dressed in our best evening wear only to come home and take it all off. I want to get dressed up just to get undressed. You’re beautiful in anything. Hell, everything. I want to show you this.

I want to brag to my friends about you. I want to be able to kiss you whenever I want. I’m comfortable with you. I like having you in my space. When I get home from the craziness of a race weekend, I look forward to walking into my apartment and seeing you there. You’re waiting for me, dangling that spare key I gave you in between you fingers, and it feels like home. To tell you all this is terrifying, but I wish you could hear me when I talk to myself. If you could hear what’s in my head, this wouldn’t be so scary.”

“Charles,” tears have welled in my eyes at his admission, heart beating out of my chest and cheeks burning red.

The line hangs silent for a moment as fear grips me. I can hear tools whirring and chatter from the garage in the background, but the driver hangs on to the end of my words with baited breath. I could feel what he is trying to say, and despite the obvious love between us, my brain falters at the words.

“Oh, fuck it,” I whisper, heart hammering in my chest. “I love you, too.”

There is silence again, and for a moment, it feels like my knees are going to give way beneath me. Someone in the garage calls his name. In the Ferrari garage, Charles must look like a lovestruck idiot to the team around him. They bustle through the packed garage between the cars and monitors while their driver stands against the wall, mouth hanging open in a lazy smile. When someone calls his name, he suddenly snaps back to his senses and realizing he’s left me hanging on the other end.

“Babe,” he calls when he realizes the stretching silence between us, “I can’t get into that car without telling you. I love you.”

“I know you do,” I say into the phone, glancing at the television as the clock for qualifying winds down. “I’ll love you even more if you get into that car and get out there for qualifying.”

“Right,” Charles suddenly realizes the time and the bustle of the garage. “Pole position is yours.”

I roll my eyes with a laugh, “Get in the car, Charles. Good luck, and I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he hurries before hanging up the phone.

He wasn’t lying when he said pole position. Charles takes pole to kickoff his grand slam weekend. Some of my friends watch the race with me, holding my hand as Charles takes off on the start and cheering when he crosses the line to drop the checkered flag. My heart bursts at the sight on the television screen, and my friends are still over when they hear my disgustingly in-love call with Charles once he exits the paddock. I hear Pierre laugh wildly in the background after Charles bids me goodbye, ending the call with another I love you. My own friends screech as they hear me return it.

Once he texts me that his plane has touched down, I rush over to his apartment with his spare key in tow. Dinner is quick to cook, and I’m turning off the stove as I hear the lock on the front door click. I lean against the counter, grinning as he swings the door open and stops dead in his tracks. His eyes have dark circles beneath them and the stubble on his jaw is darker that usual. A hat holds back his wild hair. Warmth spreads from my chest to my fingers and toes at the sigh of him.

“Congratulations, championship leader,” I smile.

“What are you doing here?” he grins, abandoning his suitcase and bag at the door to walk over to me. “It’s late, and you’ve got work tomorrow.”

I laugh as his arms wrap tightly around me, relishing in the warmth and touch I had been missing for over a week, “I wanted to see you.”

He chuckles quietly against me, sighing as his head rests between my shoulder and neck, “God, I missed you so much. I thought I was going crazy.”

He glances at the plate on the kitchen counter, gasping and looking to me with wide eyes, “You didn’t.”

“Pancakes for dinner,” I nod my head, leaning in to his lips for a moment. “After your amazing weekend, I thought you’d like them.”

“A weekend that was entirely your doing, mon amour,” he kisses me this time, a lazy smile across his tired features.

“Mon amour?” I grin. “So I’m officially stepping up from ma meuf now?”

He hums in agreement, “Even in public.”

“Lucky me,” I whisper, connecting our lips again beneath the warm kitchen lights.

We stack our plates with pancakes, sitting on the couch with our dinner. Charles puts on one of our favorite shows, picking up where we left off before he left for Australia. We eat in a comfortable silence, elbows bumping and legs brushing beneath the blanket. Charles raves about the pancakes despite being from a box mix, and I laugh when he stacks more on to his plate. Once we finish eating, he puts our plates on the coffee table before leaning back into the couch. He wraps his arms around me before flopping on to the couch, chuckling as he pulls me on top of him. Our show plays in the background as we talk about what we did in the week we were apart. I tell him all about the office and getting together with my friends for a girls weekend. He talks about the race, and the team watching him as he called me from the garage. As our conversation lulls, his eyes grow heavy. He squeezes my hand gently.

“Will you come to Imola with me?” he mutters, pushing hair back from my face.

“Of course,” I answer, chin resting on his chest to meet his eyes. “Camille can keep me company again in the grandstands.”

He shakes his head gently, “No, come with me to the garage as a guest. I want to be seen with you.”

“Like walk with you through the paddock?” my eyes are wide at his admission.

He nods, “Stand with my family in the garage, hold my mom’s hand on the opening lap, celebrate with me at the end. I want you there with me because I love you. I want everyone to know that.”

I laugh gently, squeezing his hand, “I’d love to be there, but I think the the garage already knows because they heard your entire confession over the phone.”

He smiles, “Hopefully Mattia and my trainer didn’t hear the pancakes for dinner comment. It definitely doesn’t follow my meal plan.”

“Well, it’s our little secret then,” I lean up to kiss his lips.

He smiles, leaning back into the couch pillow with closed eyes, “It sounds good to have something that’s ours, mon amour.”

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[sunwoo-hoo]

↣ treasure reaction to s/o speaking their native language

↳ a/n: Thank you so much for this request anon! I tried to make each situation different. I’m also sorry that some are longer than others. I hope you like it! 

↳ requested? yes

↳ genre: fluffy fluff 

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「  choi hyunsuk  」

shocked baby, his jaw is literally on the floor 

was genuinely surprised when he asked you a question on where you wanted to eat for dinner 

when you replied in your native language he did a double take 

“wait what?”

when you told him what you said in the language you normally speak to each other he blushed 

“you sound so cute when you speak in your native tongue babe, can you teach me sometime? 

「 park jihoon 」

he heard you speaking in your native language when you were talking on the phone with your parents

has heard you speak in your language many times 

he laughed when he realized you were speaking incredibly fast 

you just looked at him and gave him a nudge with your elbow

when you finished the call that’s when he looked at you and said 

“how come you never speak that fast when your scolding me?” 

「 kanemoto yoshinori  」

you were both playing a video game when you cursed in your native language out of frustration 

he turned his head and looked at you shocked

one because you were speaking in your native language 

and two because he knew that it must’ve been a bad word based on your body language 

you covered your mouth with your hand in shock when you realized what you just said when he jokingly replied 

“how about we do something a little less competitive?”   

「 kim junkyu  」

you were in the shower when you started to sing a song in your native language

it didn’t matter if you weren’t the best singer in the world it was your favorite song and you were having fun  

in your shared bedroom he heard you singing and quickly recorded an audio version of it 

he quickly put on his headphones and started practicing the song

when you got out of the shower that’s when you heard him singing the same song 

you told him what he was doing when he blushed and said 

“you sounded so adorable singing, i wanted to learn the song so that we could sing together” 

he then grabs your hand and pulls you in for a dance 

「 takata mashiho 」

it was a warm sunny day when he was teaching you the basics of basketball playing one on one

you were starting to get the hang of it when you suddenly tripped on your own two feet

which resulted in you crying and all you could think was speaking in your native language holding your knee from the pain 

at first he didn’t even recognized you speaking in another language 

his first priority was making sure that you were okay 

he rubbed your cheek and softly said 

“c’mon love that’s enough for today, let’s get some ice cream okay?”  

「 yoon jaehyuk 」

you were both cuddling watching a movie when you started to fall asleep

he was about to turn off the movie when he heard you mumbling in your sleep

he smiled when he realized it was in your native language

he pushed your hair to the side and kissed your cheek softly 

that’s when he whispered quietly in your ear

“goodnight love, sweet dreams”

「 hamada asahi 」

you were out grocery shopping together when an older women came up to you and started asking for help in your native language

at first he didn’t react too busy looking at the shopping list on what to bring back for dinner

he took noticed when he realized you weren’t next to him and saw you standing 5 feet away deep in conversation with the women laughing and smiling 

when you waved goodbye that’s when he walked up towards you with a dimpled smile and said

“can you teach me your language? that way next time i can help too!” 

「 bang yedam 」

has actually heard you speak your native language many times

he actually decided to learn the language to surprise you in a song he was writing for you 

when he sat you down one rainy morning at first you were confused 

until he started to sing in your language playing the guitar effortlessly

you quickly teared up 

when he was finished he sat his guitar down and grabbed your hand

“i just wanted to show you just how much you inspire me everyday” he whispered wiping away your tears 

「 kim doyoung 」

he’s never heard you speak your native language before until one day he heard you reading aloud a recipe from a cookbook

you were baking cookies for the rest of the members for their late practice 

at first you avoided speaking in your native language to him because you were a bit embarrassed 

while you were mixing the ingredients you felt his hands wrap around your waist 

you jumped in response not expecting him to be back from his recording session so soon 

he rested his head on your shoulder and praised

“don’t be embarrassed to speak your language baby, in fact you sound so much more hotter”  

「 watanabe haruto 」

you were always in constant awe when he would show his rapping skills to you 

so that’s when you decided to learn how to rap in your native language to surprise him for your one year anniversary 

he’s heard you speak your native language before but this would be the first time he would hear you rap 

after your anniversary meal that’s when you decided to swap your gifts

you received your favorite flowers and perfume 

when he closed his eyes he expected to get handed something but that’s when he heard you 

rapping in your native language he quickly opened his eyes and smirked at you 

once you finished you shyly looked up at him 

“how was it, did i just made a complete fool of myself?” you chuckled nervously swaying your body back and forth 

he quickly clapped and pulled you close bending slightly down to give you a tender kiss

as he pulled away he looked deeply in your eyes

“that was the greatest gift i’ve ever received” 

「 park jeongwoo  」

you were babysitting a close’s friend’s niece and he decided to tag along for the day to help you

even though you told him that he wouldn’t be able to understand her since she spoke in your native language 

he assured you that he would have fun regardless as long as he was with you 

when you all decided to go to the park that’s when he heard you speak your language to the little girl 

in that moment he swore his heart skipped a beat

when she went to go play with the other kids on the slide you two sat down at a nearby bench 

putting his arm around you he pulled you close and kissed your temple 

“you’re everything that i could ever hope for and more”  

「 so junghwan  」

you actually heard him speaking your language first 

his school had told their students to pick a second language to study for and that’s when he chose yours 

when you came to interrupt his study session for a quick lunch break that’s when you heard him speaking your native language 

you gently tapped on the door and he told you it was okay to come in

you looked at him with the sweetest eyes and bashfully said

“i know your only learning it because you have to, but it really feels good to hear you speak in my language” 

he gently grabbed your wrist and pulled you on his lap

he gave you a soft peck on the lips and said 

“i chose this language course because i want us to be closer, you know i’d do anything for you” 

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[kaihavoc]

Cloud 29

a/n: inspired by my new two favorite videos: this and this one

Lingering just outside the Chelsea locker room, I wait until I see the last person leave. Well, second to last. Christian passes me by with a toothy grin, telling me to “take good care” of my boyfriend tonight because he earned it. Laughing nervously, I just give him a polite wave, acting like he didn’t just give me that advice, and sneak inside the locker room. There’s only one person who hasn’t burst through the doors and come out to join the festivities. The superstar––the hero––of today’s match. Kai Havertz. 

I know Kai; he’s got to be swirling with composed excitement, taking his time to revel in this momentous occasion without the chaos of overexcited screams and cheers. I can just imagine his humble smile, those crinkles rippling across his cheeks, that endearing overbite he’s always been so insecure about. The mere thought of him puts a smile on my face. 

I only need to take a few steps when I see him. Considering he’s the only person left in the locker room, he wasn’t that hard to find. I pause in my tracks, absorbing the sight of him: sweaty, shirtless, head down with his back against the metal locker. I make no noise, but he must sense a presence because his head snaps up. Our eyes meet, and his face lights up as he bounds over to me, tackling me in a hug. He towers over me, but that doesn’t stop him from practically leaping into my arms. Yeah, as if I have the upper body strength to carry him. Sometimes I think he forgets I’m not as physically fit as his teammates.

I open my mouth, about to congratulate him, but the dullness in his blue eyes stops me. Something’s off. He’s happy to see me, that’s clear, but, otherwise, he’s not as ecstatic as I thought he would be. Why isn’t he? Not only did his team win the Champions League, but he scored the winning goal. His first goal of the Champions League, no less––he went out with a bang. He should be over the moon. 

“You look festive,” Kai comments, playfully tugging on one of my pigtails. I wanted to try something new, so I had tied my long hair into pigtails with two royal blue ribbons. Aside from that, I’m just in my typical outfit I wear whenever he plays a game: one of his old jerseys that he gave me when we first started dating and black leggings. I had considered spicing things up by painting Kai’s initials on my cheeks with blue face paint, but when I brought the idea up to him over dinner last week, he just said he knew a better method to brand me as his. I left it at that without inquiring further, even though I was curious by what, exactly, he had in mind. 

“You look… hot,” I gulp, my eyes traveling down his long, toned torso. No matter how many times I’ve seen him shirtless after a practice or a game, or in only a towel after a shower, I’ll never get tired of seeing him half-naked. Or fully naked, at that. 

“You look hot, too,” he murmurs into my hair, still embracing me tightly. “I just didn’t want to say that because I was trying to be gentlemanly.” Cupping my face with his large hands, he proceeds to kiss me, feverish and rough. He nips at my bottom lip and doesn’t even wait for me to open my mouth before invading it, battling my tongue with his. His ferocity gets my blood pumping and the pit of my stomach tingling, but it’s all wrong. I’m necessarily complaining, but this isn’t how he usually greets me. He typically welcomes me with a soft, delicate kiss before anything else. Is this because I haven’t congratulated him on his win yet? 

“I’m so proud of you, Kai. You and the guys really deserve this,” I say sincerely, but he pretends like he doesn’t hear me, going in for another attack on my mouth. To that, I shrink a little and he catches on, sighing as he takes a step back, his thick eyebrows furrowed together. I notice that the ribbons in my hair are loose, so I quickly readjust them as I try to read Kai’s expression. He still looks… dissatisfied. Maybe some ego boosting would do the trick? 

“Everyone’s raving about how you’re a tactical genius. How your skill and precision are unparalleled. How you’re on top and you haven’t even reached your peak yet,” I ramble, trying to recall every headline I’ve ever read in the news this past week. Oh, and also, you’ve got the cutest bum out of any football player in the history of football.  

“Not everyone,” he growls in a dark voice, messing up his curly brown locks by snatching them with his hand. His face twists with irritation. “Right after the game, a reporter came up to me and asked me if I thought I finally paid back my hefty price tag.” 

“And how did you respond?” I ask, curious. Usually he doesn’t get so riled up over post-game interviews, but perhaps his transfer fee is a touchy subject for him and he just never told me. In an attempt to calm him down a bit, I take his hand into mine and lead him to a section of the bench lined along the lockers. We sit so that we’re facing each other, and I weave my legs around his torso, nearly straddling him. But not quite.

“I think I said… ‘I don’t give a fuck of that. We just won the fucking Champions League’,” he says slowly, his nose scrunched up in concentration as he recalls his response.

I stifle a laugh. His cussing is not a regular occurrence, it’s not entirely uncommon either, but whenever he does curse, it catches me off guard. Maybe it has something to do with that pretty face of his, as if foul language shouldn’t be coming from it. “You’re right; you did just win the Champions League, so you shouldn’t be hard on yourself,” I say, lightly poking him in the bicep. He doesn’t seem to appreciate my stab at lighthearted reassurance, so I go for a different approach. Tough love. “Okay, fine. Chelsea may have paid a lot of money for you, but that’s because you’re worth it, Kai. You don’t have to prove your abilities to anyone––even though you already proved them tonight plus your whole career thus far. People are always going to have something negative to say, but you put in the work and it shows in every game. Don’t let anyone get to you, especially not a reporter; they’re just trying to get some dirt.” I’m not used to giving pep talks, so I’m not sure if I did it right.

I must’ve done something right because his frown is replaced with a slight smile. “Thank you, baby,” he says, pecking me on the cheek. One Kai’s best qualities is that not much gets to him; and if it does, it doesn’t take him long to get over it. Annoying interview question long forgotten, he traces patterns on my thigh and tells me, “The boys are going to a nightclub tonight to celebrate our win. Come with me.” To aid in his plea, he grabs both of my hands, squeezing them, his pale blue eyes gleaming with hope.

“A nightclub?” I repeat, making a sour face. “You know better than anyone that I don’t belong at a nightclub.” I want to suggest just a cozy night in, watching his favorite film of the Harry Potter series, Goblet of Fire, and cuddling, but I don’t want to take this celebratory night with his friends away from him.

“You belong with me, and it just so happens that tonight I’m being dragged to a nightclub,” he says. I don’t say anything, and his face falls, presumably because he recognizes his bid to get me to go is a lost cause.  

“You go,” I encourage, trying to sound upbeat as I pat his thigh. “Have your fun.”

“Really?” he asks. “Are you sure?” He gives me a dubious look, one eyebrow severely cocked. 

I squint at him quizzically. “Yes. Why wouldn’t I be?”

He looks me dead in the eyes. “Babe. Let’s not forget what happened the last time I went out for drinks with the team for Timo’s birthday. I came back home with a ripped shirt because a bunch of girls pounced on us, and you wouldn’t talk to me for a whole week. You didn’t believe me.”

“That’s because it’s an unbelievable story,” I mumble.

“You accused me of hooking up with another girl,” he reminds me, his mesmerizing eyes narrowing at me, causing my cheeks to heat up and my skin to crawl with guilt. Now that he’s mentioned it, I do remember that incident. Vividly. It happened around the beginning of our relationship, when I still didn’t know how serious Kai was about me, about us. Regardless, I should’ve known that Kai would never be unfaithful to me. That’s simply not who he is. He has never once given me an inkling of a doubt of his loyalty. I blame my foolish allegation on my insecurity over our blossoming relationship, but I’m long past that… 

“You’re too friendly, Kai,” I sigh, ruffling his hair to make it seem more like a concern and less like an accusation. “It makes girls think they can have a chance with you.”

“Girls?” Kai scoffs, shaking his head in pure denial. How can someone so intelligent be such a dumb boy sometimes? “What girls? That happened one time, and it wasn’t only me who got jumped. The whole team did.” Like that makes the situation any better, Kai.

“I’m not dating the whole team! I’m dating you, and you’re only going to get bigger and I… I just want you all to myself,” I admit. My head falls, weighted by a vicious mix of embarrassment and shame. 

“Well, I know something that’s big that you can have all to yourself,” he says coyly, with a self-righteous smirk.

“I’m serious, Kai,” I say, frowning at him in return. “You’re young, talented, attractive. Girls are going to be lining up for you, and soon I’ll just be chopped liver.”

“Chopped liver?” he hoots, obviously unfamiliar with the expression. 

My frown deepens as I huff, “You’re going to forget all about me.”

“I think if anyone’s guilty of forgetting anything, it’s you. You’re already forgetting that I’m in love with you,” he coos, sliding closer to me, dusting my neck and collarbones with soft-lipped kisses.

“Get away from me. You’re all sweaty,” I complain––mostly so as to not give into his seduction techniques too easily––but it’s half-hearted.

“You’re about to be, too,” he growls, lifting me and dropping me on his lap. I can feel him harden underneath me, and I respond by rocking my body against his, inciting staggered, tense moans from the both of us at the same time. The sounds that come out of his mouth are music to my ears. With a hunger to hear more, I reach in between us, stroking his length through his thin shorts, loving how fully aroused he gets at my slight touch. His breathing quickens, but when I don’t hear anything from him, I look at him, witnessing his bottom lip in between his teeth, suppressing those sweet moans I so desperately want to hear him make. 

Suddenly, he’s tugging at my leggings; he’s so aggressive that I’m afraid he’s going to rip them. After he shimmies them off, I kick them to the side, and Kai’s eyes ravage the bottom half of my body. I’m thankful I had the good foresight to wear lace panties instead of my go-to granny panties, but at this point they’re drenched. They have been ever since I walked in and saw Kai; just one look at him does unspeakable things to me. His ability to reduce me to a mere puddle with just his eyes is unnerving. 

He removes my shirt and purses his lips when he sees that I’m not wearing a bra. My chest is ample-sized, but I can comfortably go without a bra––often doing just that––and it drives him mad. He says I shouldn’t go prancing around braless because I’ll be practically naked when ogling guys undress me with their eyes. I say that doesn’t make sense.

He yanks his shorts and boxers down in one swoop, and the heat between my legs intensifies. If his massive hands and long fingers were any indication of what he has to offer, the blanks fill themselves out––he’s glorious. I can’t help but gawk and admire him; Kai is perfect in every singular way. If I had no self-control, I’d lick every inch of his pale skin. I lower myself onto him and gasp with pleasure when just the tip enters me. Slowly, I bounce up and down on him, each time driving him deeper inside me until he fills me completely. My head rolls back as I continue the rhythmic movement, and I moan when he licks a stripe in the valley between my breasts. My fingers tangle themselves in his curly locks as he takes one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking on it while tinkering with the other between his fingertips.

“Oh, Kai,” I whine, feeling the intolerable pressure building up in my stomach.

“That’s it, baby,” Kai purrs against my chest as I tighten around him. “Say my name. Just like that.”

“K-Kai––” I cry, quivering against his body; my vision is blurry and I’ve lost function in my legs. Kai’s taken over, his fingers digging into my hips, thrusting into me, hitting my most sensitive spot time after time. I’m on the verge of seeing stars when it all stops. Before my brain can process what’s happening, I’m balancing on all fours on the bench as Kai positions himself behind me, his erection rubbing against me. With one thrust, he buries himself inside me, reaching around to rub my clit in a slow circular motion. I was not prepared for that. The combination of sensations is enough to drive me over the edge, but what drives me even crazier is the heat as he presses his firm chest up against my back.

“Who do you belong to?” he demands in my ear, humming. I tune him out, focusing on getting my fix and nothing more. I can barely get his name out, what makes him think I can have a coherent conversation? “I don’t like being ignored,” he warns sharply.

My arms and legs are shaky, and the only thing keeping me from crumbling to the floor are his hands, holding me steady as he rolls his hips. “You,” I finally breathe.

“Dunno who that is,” he drawls, and I could swear he’s purposely applying more pressure to his accent just to mock me.

“You. Kai,” I hiss and close my eyes to try to block him out, but that only heightens my senses to everything he’s doing to me.

“Kai who? There are many Kais,” he says matter-of-factly. His fingers slow down around my sensitive area, and I’m afraid he’s going to withhold euphoria from me.

“Kai––fucking––Havertz,” I half moan, half gasp as his fingers pick up their pace and he slams into me, the final push that sends me soaring into bliss. I never cuss unless I have a really good reason for it and lashing my frustration out on the infuriating tease that is Kai Havertz is a good enough reason for me. However, he makes up for his devilish nature by understanding every nook and cranny of my body. On cloud nine, I ride out the high to the fullest extent before my body goes fully limp. I suck in a breath when he pulls out, only to feel the warm liquid on my back coming in spurts.

“Fuck,” he moans, and I just wish I could watch him as he comes undone. I think it’s hot when he releases his load on me––I like it best when he does it on my chest. So I can marvel at him with his sweat-matted hair, throbbing Adam’s apple, and fluttering eyelids. He wipes my back with his/my jersey and pulls me into his lap. 

“The way you moan my name, I’ll never be able to forget you,” he sighs, nibbling on my neck.

“How romantic,” I tease. But really, I’d be content calling out only his name for the rest of my life. Kai fucking Havertz.

“C’mon, baby, let’s get you cleaned up,” he says, rising to his feet cheerfully. His fingers lace in mine as he starts for the shower stalls. My heart thumps wildly in my chest as my feet pad excitedly across the tile floor alongside him. Another great quality about Kai: his stamina is unmatched, on and off the football field.

*a/n: if you do by chance read this, I’d love to know what you think of it!

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[bluewhale52]

The House by the River

Summary: You, your husband and his brothers are back in the In The Soop house. But what happens when you forget the one thing you have to do during the pandemic?

Pairing: Yoongi x OC

Genre: idol!au, established relationship, fluff

Rating: R - there’s a bit of a talk about sex but nothing NSFW

WC: 2.3k

Warning: setting during the pandemic, a breach of safety protocol, Yoongi and OC sleep naked, talk of sex, pregnancy talk ~Part of the Domestic Yoongi Series~

It is a great idea, you have to admit. When your husband found out that he had two straight days of no schedules and no work, he immediately suggested going back to the house by the river, where he and his brothers had gone to for work and also for a time of healing and relaxation. 

You were so excited at the getaway idea, and although his six brothers invited themselves for the trip, you did not mind. Your daughter adores them, moreover you would have six very eager babysitters at your disposal. 

So that’s how you find yourself, on a beautiful autumn day, on a hammock and reading a book Namjoon has lent you. You hear Jimin and Taehyung back at the ping pong table, and Hoseok screaming gleefully at his toy aeroplane he has built himself. Sweet musical notes drift from the house; Namjoon and Jungkook must have gotten inspiration in nature and are creating a song together.

You hear the familiar giggles coming from the dock, and you close your book. Leaving the hammock, you head to the boathouse to meet the owners of those giggles.

Your little girl is smiling ear to ear, and shrieking in delight at Seokjin, who is carrying a bucket and two fishing rods- well, one fishing rod and a toy one. He has been regaling your daughter with stories of fishing, it was not difficult at all to get her all excited to be his fishing buddy.

“Hey baby,” you kneel as your daughter barel into your arms. “Did you catch a lot of fish?”

“Four!” She happily exclaims, wriggling out of your arms to pull Seokjin closer to you. “Look, Eomma!”

“She’s my good luck charm. Not Yoongi, not my painting, Min Soojin was all I needed to show these fish who’s boss!” He ruffles her hair. She beams at him proudly.

“Wow! Are we having sashimi tonight?” You turn to find Hoseok right behind you, peering into the bucket. He turns to your daughter, innocently asking her, “you’re going to help Uncle Jin and Uncle Kook cut the fish?”

Soojin’s face immediately turns serious, her smile all gone. “Cut? Eomma?” She turns to you. “We cut fishies?”

“Well, that’s how we get sashimi, baby.”

Her face crumples at your answer, tears start pooling in her eyes. “No, I don’t want to hurt fishies.”

The two men immediately bend down and soothe her. “No, no, we won’t cut the fishies. Uncle Hoseok is just joking, right?” Seokjin gives Hoseok a stare.

“Yes, I was only joking, Soojin-ah.” Hoseok cuddles her. “Hey, do you want to see the plane I made?”

Soojin shakes her head. “No, I want to take fishies home so you don’t cut her.”

Hoseok resigns to his fate. He knows now your four year old daughter will see him as an evil villain, out to cut all the fish in the world.

“Baby,” you coo at Soojin. “Why don’t you, Uncle Jin and Uncle Hobi return the fish to the river?”

Seokjin glares at you. You know how challenging it was for him to catch even a single fish on his last trip here, and on the day he caught FOUR, he can’t even enjoy one as a sashimi.

Hoseok on the other hand, jumps at his chance of redemption. “Yes, that’s a great idea! Let’s do that, Soojin. Let’s free the fish!”

Soojin looks at Hoseok doubtfully. He grabs the bucket from Seokjin and offers his hand to your daughter. She gingerly puts her hand in his, and her other hand reaches for Seokjin’s.

Over your daughter’s head, Seokjin whispers sharply at Hoseok. “YOU put the fish back.”

You watch them squat by the dock, laughing along with Seokjin and Soojin as Hoseok squeals in disgust as he picks a fish out of the bucket and throws it inelegantly into the river. After the fourth fish is back in the water, Soojin is satisfied and her mood is back to her cheery self.

You look at your watch. 5pm. It’s time to get your husband out of his makeshift studio. “Soojin, want to see Appa?” You call out.

“No! Plane!” She points at Hoseok who is winding his toy plane again.

“Go get Yoongi. We’ll look after her.” Seokjin offers, and you give him a grateful smile. It IS nice to have your husband’s band mates around.

You walk up towards the campervan by the upper house. Your husband specifically made the request for the van to be there. You knock on the door, and you open it only after you hear his gruff response from inside.

“Hey babe,” you greet him from the door. “It’s just past five.”

Yoongi stretches behind the laptop and all his equipments. Rubbing his face, he mumbles, “Already?”

You open the door wider, letting more sun inside the dark campervan. “Did you manage to get all your work done?”

Yoongi gestures for you to come inside. You step in, and sit next to him. “Wanna hear?” He offers.

“Of course.” You take the headphones from his hands. You love how he always shares his rough drafts with you, even before he shares them with his members. It doesn’t matter that you know zilch about music, he loves watching you reacting to his creations.

He presses play, and your eyes widen at the sounds filling your ears. You turn to smile at him, pride on your face. He returns your smile with his own gummy one.

You love this kind of moment with Yoongi. You don’t need dates at fancy restaurants or expensive gifts like big diamond necklaces. Just time with him, alone like this, is enough. He watches you bopping along to his music, and burst out laughing in embarrassment as you scrunch your face at his attempt at a high note.

When the song ends, you take off the headphone and kiss him. “Well, Min PD-nim, I think you have another hit there.”

“You say that to all my songs.” He brushes away your compliment as he starts packing up his things.

“Well, it’s true. I’m not just saying that because you’re my husband.” You stand and move to the door to give him more space in the cramped sitting area of the campervan. You report to him about Soojin’s fishing experience earlier while Yoongi is putting his equipments in the bags.

“So Hobi actually held the fish?” Yoongi chuckles.

You nod. “I regret not capturing it on video. It was so funny.” You open the door and you both walk towards the upper house. “OH MY GOD!”

You exclaim as you see the state of the kitchen. Yoongi curses next to you.

All the foods you have bought for the stay are scattered all over the counter and the floor. Packages ripped open, vegetables and fruits half eaten.

“Oh no, did an animal- or a pack of them- get in?” You lift a bag of bitten and nibbled onions. “They like onions it seems.”

Your husband sighs. “Guess we’ll have to go out for dinner then. There’s no way we can salvage any of this.”

You agree with him and start cleaning up. Shortly after, the kitchen is clean and free of scraps, and you both return to the main house to break the news. The members don’t seem to mind going out, Taehyung even suggests going to the burger joint he visited with Hoseok before. Seokjin and Yoongi decide they could stop by a supermarket on the way back to get enough food for breakfast and lunch for the next day.

And so off the nine of you go to the town for a burger dinner. Arriving at the small restaurant, you are shocked at how crowded it is. “Wow, the burgers here must be really good.” You comment to Taehyung.

He nods, licking his lips. “One of the best, Noona. You’ll love it.”

You smile at his enthusiasm, and also when he picks up Soojin to show her the menu board.

Then you realize something.

Your heart drops when you realise that no one, not a single person is wearing a mask. The staff, the patrons, and even you, your husband and his brothers, and your daughter, none of you is masked up.

You start to panic. Reaching for Yoongi, you tug his hand. “Babe, we’re not wearing our masks!”

“Relax, baby, we’re fine. No one recognizes us here.”

“No! Yoongi, not to hide your faces. The pandemic isn’t over yet and we’re not wearing masks!” You shout at him.

To your shock, no one seems to hear you, or even care that everyone in this burger joint is ignoring the most important safety protocol. You panic even further, and while making your way to Taehyung to take Soojin back, you feel something tugging the back for your cardigan.

You turn to chide Yoongi, thinking it is him who is pulling your clothes. You gasp when you find no one behind you. Not Yoongi, not Namjoon, not anyone you came to the place with. In fact, the whole place has become empty, but for a little boy standing in front of you.

He has feline eyes, much like Yoongi’s, and his complexion is as milky white as your husband’s too. He looks up at you with such innocence, and you kneel down to meet him at eye level.

“Hi,” you greet him. “Are you okay? Where are your parents?”

The boy continues to look at you silently, then he fishes something out of his packet. It is a folded K94 mask. He offers it to you.

“For you, Eomma.” He says shyly.

=======

You sit up, gasping out loud. You immediately reach for your face, feeling for a mask around your mouth and nose. Your fingers touch bare skin directly, which sends you into a panic.

You start to look around for a mask frantically, only to find yourself... in your bedroom in Seoul? And your husband is stirring awake next to you. You reach for the baby monitor, and relief floods over you as you see on the screen that your daughter Soojin is sleeping peacefully in her room.

“Babe,” Yoongi sits up next to you, voice still thick with sleep. “You okay?”

You place a hand on your bare chest. Your heart is still beating fast. “I just had the craziest dream.”

Yoongi reaches for you and pull you down to lie with him. Rubbing your back, he asks you to tell him your dream.

“We were back in the house, that In the Soop house,” you begin. “We were having such a good time, Soojin was laughing, the boys were all there too.”

You try to focus but bits and pieces of the dream are already forgotten in your mind. “And somehow we all went out for dinner, and no one was wearing masks, Yoongs, including us and I panicked I think?”

Your husbands hands are soothing you. “And that’s when you woke up?”

“No...There’s something else.” You struggle to remember. “There’s a boy I think, and I thought he was lost, but he gave me a face mask.”

Yoongi stops rubbing you. “The boy gave you a mask?” He sounds tickled.

“It’s a dream, it doesn’t have to make sense.” You playfully swat his chest.

He nuzzles your hair. “You dream of the weirdest things.”

You giggle in his embrace. Your naked bodies pressed closer as sleepiness starts to disappear, slowly replaced by something more carnal.

You suddenly remember something. “Oh my god, Yoons!” You push Yoongi away. He leans back, confused.

“What if that was a conception dream? The boy called me Eomma.”

Your husband looks at you as if you have grown two heads. “A conception dream?”

“Well, we may have conceived a child tonight, considering... you know, how many times you came in me.”

“Only twice but thanks for the ego boost.”

“I’m serious!” You give him a stern look. “What if we conceived a baby tonight, and that was my conception dream? Oh my god, how could my conception dream be of a boy giving me a K94 mask?”

Yoongi starts laughing. “And what do you think that would mean? We’re gonna have a son who’d become a doctor? That wouldn’t be so bad, right?”

You pout. “Now you’re just teasing me.”

He cradles you back in his arms. You have talked with your husband before about giving Soojin a sibling. Your hand unconsciously moves down to your tummy. You and Yoongi have foregone all birth controls tonight, and you hope one of his swimmers has made it.

Yoongi strokes your hair gently. “You know, since you have the conception dream already, why don’t we make sure it doesn’t go to waste?”

His hands are moving down your body, sending sparks all over.

“I agree, Min Yoongi. You better give me a baby tonight. Just in case the first two times weren’t quite successful.”

Laughing, he rolls over to be on top of you, determined to get you all nice and pregnant by the time morning comes.

A/N: I actually had the dream OC had - minus the boy with the K94 mask. The fact that Miss Rona actually invaded my dream, that was just so crazy I had to write it down! And eventually it became this little piece of a fic 😄 Please remember to wear your mask, social distance and stay safe! 💜

Published 08022021

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[bbykpoper]

𝕲𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝕮𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖚𝖒𝖊👻

Inspired by this post 🍂

Pairing: detective!felix x lawyer!reader

Song recomendation: Drunk On Halloween by Wallows

Index: Jisung // Changbin // Chan // Minho // Hyunjin // Jeonging // Seungmin

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭ 。.・

Detective Lee Felix sat in the office room of District Attorney y/n y/l/n as she calmly read over the evidence files he brought to her of his current active case. 

Seoul was being terrorized by a repetitive offender who has turned to torture and murder at a very quick pace. Detective Felix was tasked to bring this man to justice but the effective lack of evidence and virtually no leads to the suspect. But by the end of his first week he had a large amount of physical evidence which actually showed that the perpetrator is most likely a man of high standing.

“Are you sure this is the guy we’re after Felix?” You asked with one skeptical brow rising up. “I’m going to need concrete evidence to go after him. This is not enough.”

“I know, that’s why I’m here. I need you to tell me what is it that you need so that I can go out and get it.” Felix leaned on his knees as he brought his hands together. “I’m sure it’s him.”

With a long look at your favorite Detective you could see he was more than serious about his accusations against Mr. Nabi’s son. 

“Alright. I’m going to need statements from the victims friends, anything and everything about their night out at the clubs. Phone records from the victims. CCTV if possible which are surrounding the clubs and try to see if any of the victims can give you some DNA evidence of their killer.” You spoke up, neatly writing it down for him. “Also Felix, be level headed and don’t rush things. I know how you can get during these cases and right now you need to leave Mr. Nabi and his son to me and Hongjoong.”

“Don’t worry. I’ve learned my lesson from my rookie mistakes.” He stood up taking the folded paper with him. “If possible, I’d like for you to come with me when I go interview the victims friends. Most of them are young girls and I think they’ll be much more open to you than me.”

You’re eyes scanned over the young Detective who now stood in his wrinkled suit before you, his hair falling into his eyes. He looked exhausted but more worried to you. 

“Sure. Just make sure to notify me before hand so that I can free my schedule.” You smiled at him as he nodded and left your office. 

As you went back to study the case files he waved a good-bye to your secretary Seonghwa, a young man who was known to be the operating manager of your work since he started. In the corridor as he was leaving he ran into your partner and right-hand man Hongjoong as he was coming back from an errand he had earlier that day. 

“Hey Lix, you changed your hair color again?” He asked him as they shook hands.

“Yeah, decided to go blond this time.” Felix smiled widely at him. “Though you’re the first one who noticed.” He pouted a bit.

“You think y/n didn’t notice?” Hongjoong smirked at him. “Don’t worry, she noticed but thanks to our profession we know how to keep a calm expression.” He patted him on the shoulder as he went on. “Oh and by the way, you really need to step up your game and invite her to a normal date and not one to question victims.”

“How do you-” He rolled his eyes when he saw a smiling Seonghwa walking towards them. “It’s not easy okay?”

“Yes it is.” Hwa added as he stopped to give Joong the files of Felix’ case. “You just ask her out to dinner and that’s it.”

“She’ll say no.” He sighed, looking away from them.

Both Seonghwa and Hongjoon looked over at each other with large smiles on their faces as they said in union.

“Trust us, she will say yes.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭ 。.・

In the next few days Felix and two of his detectives, Jongho and Yeosang managed to pull up the phone records of the victims and cross them out until they noticed one repetitive number amongst them all. His team of tech guys, Mingi and Yunho had a break through as they had video footage from a CCTV near one of the clubs that has clear view of one of the victims entering Nabi’s car and the clear image of him sitting behind the wheel. 

With a satisfied smile he welcomed you into the police station as he led the way towards the morgue. 

“Well done Detective Felix.” You beamed at the solid evidence of the CCTV footage. “If we continue like this our case against Mr.Nabi’s son will be more than solid!”

You made your way towards Choi San, the head of the morgue with smiles on your faces, something which made San bounce towards you with one of his own.

“Well hello there my favorite tag team of Detective and Lawyer!” He clasped both of you into a hug. “Have you finally started dating?” 

You froze over with embarrassment while Felix toppled over almost hitting his head into one of the metal tables. You managed to keep your cool and help the poor Detective up but the blush was prominent on your cheeks and your smiles, wiped off clean. 

“Who killed your dogs this morning?” Wooyoung walked in with a manila folder in his hands and a bubbly laugh in his throat.

“San did.” Both you and Felix stated as San only rolled his eyes.

“I’ll take that as a no.” He pouted and went to his desk to get his own manila folder for you.

“Here you go Miss Lawyer. Your DNA evidence.” Wooyoung smiled as his lab coat wrinkled up around his arms. “You will be happy to read that three out of five victims have clear skin cells under their finger nails which are a match to Nabi Doyoung.”

“And how do you have his DNA in your possession?” You asked, taking the folder and running your eyes over the pieces of paper in them. 

“From a previous DUI.” Wooyoung answered.

“Here are the autopsy results.” San spoke up. “In detail. Just like you like it.” He winked which made Felix roll his eyes.

“This is why you’re my favorite Sannie.” You patted his head as you turned to an overly grumpy Felix. “Shall we?”

“Sure.” He stomped his way out making the men laugh. 

“One day he’ll get the courage to ask you out y/n.” San spoke to you with a small smile. 

“I have a feeling that I’ll be a grandma by then.” You sighed with a small smile.

You ran a bit to catch up with him as you waved at your friends, walking in step with the Detective. They made their way to his car and went out on the road making haste house visits to the friends of the victims all the way until 18 p.m. 

“This is the last stop.” He said as they observed the quaint little house in the suburbs. “Hopefully this shows to be more fruitful than the rest of them.”

Walking up the steps of the home and ringing the doorbell a small older lady opened the door, her wrinkled little eyes looking up at them.

“Hello. I am Detective Lee of Seoul P.D. and this is Miss y/l/n. We’re looking for Kim Yuuna.” 

“Oh, my little Yuuna is inside. Please come in.” The lady moved as you both went in. “I’m sorry but ever since her friend passed away Yuuna hasn’t been her bubbly self. She makes her old grandma worried.” The little lady urged you to take a seat in the living room as she turned a corner and came back after a minute or two. “Are you here to help her?”

“We’re here to make sure that the person who hurt her friend ends up behind bars.” You spoke with a fire in your eyes and determination in your voice. “And for that we need Yuuna’s help.”

“Are you serious?” A young girl of barely 19 years of age walked out with balled fists. “Are you seriously going to put Doyoung in jail?”

“Are you referring to Nabi Doyoung Miss Kim?” Felix spoke up. 

“Yes.” Yuuna took a seat across them, her eyes red from crying and the weight of her friend’s passing. “He’s the one that killed her. I’m sure of it!”

“Those are some serious accusations Miss Kim. I’m going to need you to explain why you think that.” You pulled out your work phone and started the audio recording for your case. “Anything you say right now will stay between you, me and Detective Felix. This audio recording will only be used to strengthen my case against Nabi Doyoung and for nothing more.”

“I understand.” Yuuna nodded.

“Please state your name and age.” Felix spoke up.

“My name is Kim Yuuna, I’m 19 years old and currently a student at Seoul University of fine Arts.” 

“Tell me Miss Yuuna how did you know the victim, Miss Hwang Yeji?”

Felix dropped you off at your apartment by 9 p.m. and you sighed with a small smile on your face. 

“We have a solid case Felix. With Yuuna’s statement, the DNA and CCTV I can plead for first degree murder without the possibility of parole.” You said looking over at him. 

“Finally this shit show is going to be over.” He smiled one of his wide freckled smiles back at you. 

As the silence washed over you in a comforting setting you turned to him with your doe eyes and asked:

“Do you maybe want to come in for a glass of wine or some coffee?” 

You were boldly stating to him that it was finally time to act on this clumsy attraction between you two and that two years of hopeless pinning for each other was going to end now.

“Not tonight.” He stated which shocked you outright.

“Oh.” You said, grabbing the door handle and going out quickly. “Sorry then. I guess I misunderstood. I’ll see you at court then.”

“Y/N wait!” He called out and you turned to look at him, an indication of tears in your eyes. “When this is all over, when Nabi is behind bars, I promise to ask you out on a proper date!”

The blush to his cheeks was so red it melted away his freckles. A wide smile spread on your face and you nodded eagerly bouncing off into the building.

“Tch, Hwa and Joong were right. She really will say yes.” There was a dumb smile on his face.

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“Has the jury made a verdict?”

You stood beside Hongjoong as you both held your heads high and watched the judge come back from the break of the deliberation of the jury. You presented your case against Nabi Doyoung, the son of the wealthiest solar panel distributer in South Korea, just a mere 72 hours ago. Your evidence was solid, the plea deal nonexistent and even when his lawyers offered up three of their own you and Joong firmly held on to the life in prison without the possibility of parole. And your closing argument had the Nabi family openly threatening you in court which only further made your point come across to the jury. 

You spent those three days of deliberating in your office with both Joong and Seonghwa working on a compensation law suit for the victims families. Felix visited you frequently during those three days and even now sat behind you as you all waited for the judgement.

“We have your Honor.” One of the jurors spoke. “We the jury find the defendant, Nabi Doyoung guilty of five counts of first degree murder.” The courtroom erupted in tears from the victims families as Felix nodded in relief at the verdict. 

“The verdict has been made Mr. Nabi.” The judge spoke up as the court came in silence. “As for your punishment. I deem that the District Attorney’s plea of life in prison without the possibility of parole should be accepted and here by order you to five consecutive life in prisonments, without the possibility of parole.” The words made Mrs. Nabi cry out and wail as Mr. Nabi froze over in shock. “Now we shall hear the statements from the victims mothers.”

Felix waited by the steps of the courthouse as you finished giving out your statement to the media. Joong took over to answer questions and you walked on over to him with a bounce in your heeled steps as you smiled wide.

“So...”

“Would like to join me for dinner tonight to celebrate our victory and maybe treat it as a date?” He robotically asked his rehearsed line.

“I-” You grabbed him under the arm and began descending the stairs towards his car. “-would love to go on a date with you Felix.”

You both giggled and went off, as Joong was joined by Seonghwa who came to pick his friend up.

“Well would you look at that.” Seonghwa smiled as they watched the pair go off into their little world hand in hand. “He finally asked her out.”

“It was about damn time.” Joong muttered. “We would never hear the end of it from her if he hadn’t.”

The pair laughed along as they also went their separate way, already planning out their teasing as they sent word to the rest of their friends.

They would never let Felix live this down in peace.

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Journey through time - Part 5

Summary: Your relationship with Syverson over the years.

Warnings: fluff and only fluff.

A/N1: Last part to this mini photo series. Thanks to @agniavateira who has provided me with so much inspiration. Also thank you to everyone who read and liked and commented. You guys make me so happy. (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4)

A/N2: I'll be taking a small hiatus from posting fics for now. But I'll be back soon. ❤️

As much as Sy adored his daughter, secretly he had always wanted a son. Two years after Adeline was born, when he was back from his oversees tour for three weeks, Sy took it upon himself to get you round and plump with his kids again. He was overjoyed when you told him over a call that you were pregnant. Although it saddened you both that this time, Sy wasn't going to be around when you gave birth to your child. When you told him he was going to be a father to twin boys, Sy had hollered with glee, making a couple of his men come knocking at his door to see if he way okay. That was a very awkward call, where you were waving at his men while they congratulated you. You sent him a copy of your sonogram, along with a picture of you with Adeline in a care package. "Mini me's," He would say while looking at the picture, "And my princess with my queen." Your heart would flutter like the very first time he had kissed you; upsetting you at the distance and yet also filling you with love. Sy asked his parents to come live with you, help you with Adeline, as you got big and started experiencing difficulty in moving around. When you went into labour, his mother tried to get him on call, just like he had requested. But they were unable to connect to his phone, wondering if he was safe and sound or just away doing things that were expected of him to do as a captain. Your emotions were unbounded when you gave birth to your sons, worrying about Sy and going through the long process without him. The next day, Sy saw his sons for the first time over the video call, happy tears springing in his eyes as you cradled the two boys in your arms. "They have your eyes, Sy. Have you thought of names yet?" You had asked, having decided long time ago that since you had named your daughter, Sy would name his sons. "James and Noah." He had sniffed out, smiling at you lovingly.

Captain Syverson retired as Major Syverson after serving 20 years of active duty. Sy joined as a coach for Little League Baseball team, becoming a favorite amongst his players and their moms. Every morning you would kiss Sy goodbye as he walked out the front door, holding little Adeline's tiny hand in his to drive her to her school on his way to work. Your days were filled with less worrying about Sy's safety and more on providing a loving family for your kids. It helped that at the end of the day, your dining table was occupied with your children and your loving husband, sharing their day's events. Weekends were spent in parks with the whole Syverson clan out for picnics, you watching your husband running around with James and Noah, Adeline who was a spitting image of her father, perched on his strong shoulders. Somedays you couldn't believe your life turned out the way it did, mostly when you would walk inside the living room to find Sy sprawled on the sofa with Adeline curled on his side, James and Noah snoozing on his chest. You would wake him up, carefully peeling your daughter away from her father and take her to bed, while Sy got both boys in his arms with little to no effort and took them to their own room. At the end of the day, when parenthood and responsibilities left you both weary, you and Sy found solace in each other's arms while drifting off to a peaceful slumber.

It was the most devastating day in Sy's life when his teenage daughter told him she wanted to pursue modelling. Adeline was stubborn and opinionated, graced with Sy's beautiful features. He had stared at his daughter with wide eyes, cup of coffee stopping midway to his mouth. "You want me to be okay with grown men gawking at you?" He had gruffly replied, anger evident with his eyebrows knitting together and his lips forming a frown. You had learned over the years to not interfere with Sy's ways of parenting. James and Noah had awkwardly slid off their chairs, both of them avoiding what was to come next. The discussion had ended with father and daughter, arguing with each other, eventually Sy sending a crying Adeline away to her room. Neither of them had spoken to each other the rest of the day, Adeline refusing to eat dinner and Sy drinking too many glasses of whiskey. "I cannot believe she thinks modelling is a career choice." He had scowled later in the night, you both staring at the ceiling while lying in bed. "Didn't you once tell me you had hated your father for sending you off to military school? Do you want your daughter to hate you?" Sy had sighed, turning on his side to face you. "That's different. Adeline's our little girl, it's my duty to protect her." Understanding completely what Sy was feeling as a parent, you had too turned on your side and placed your hand on his scruffy cheek. "You taught her to be strong, independent. She will always be our little girl. Don't you trust her to take decisions for her life? And even if she fails to do what she desires, don't you want to be there for her when she would need her dad?"

The next day you had watched from your kitchen window as Sy and Adeline talked while sitting on the swings in the backyard, ending with long hugs and lots of tears.

While Adeline roamed around the country for fashion shows, Sy groomed his sons to join the army someday. It was not an acceptable behavior, but both of you had your favorites when it came to the twins. Noah, the stronger of the two was decidedly his father's favorite, adding to his delight when by the end of high school, he wanted to go to a military academy. James, the apple of your eye, on the other hand, wanted to become a doctor, much to Sy's dismay. But lessons were learned from the time with Adeline and for that reason only, Sy did not oppose. Noah was sent off to Virginia to a military academy, going on to join the air force as it was affiliated with his school; while James buried himself in studies, moving to Connecticut to attend medical school. Weekends that were spent with picnics in the park, now consisted of video conference calls with your three kids spread out over the country. "It's just going to be you and me in the end." Sy would say, shutting the computer off and looking at you pensively. Wounding your arms around the love of your life, you would rest your head on his shoulder and agree, "Till death do us part."

On your 30th wedding anniversary, Sy gave you an unexpected surprise. He had been missing from the house since morning, only to send a vague text with "Pack your bags and come out in ten minutes." When you walked outside on the front porch, you were left stunned to find Sy dressed in riding gear on a super bike. "I think we need to relive our days from the time we were dating. Come on, I've planned a road trip for us." And with that, Sy had driven all the way to San Antonio for the weekend. With a hotel room on the river, Sy pampered you with all his love and the best Tex-Mex food he could find for you. You spent the day shopping and exploring, while in the night he made love to you with unbridled passion. "My better half," he had called you, kissing your hands while cradling you to his chest. When you both came back home from your trip, you had another surprise waiting for you: Your three children all under the same roof again, holding up a sign board with "Happy anniversary, mom and dad."

Noah had successfully climbed the ranks in the airforce to become Lieutenant at an age younger than when Sy was one. But it was when James, inspired by his twin, decided to join the armed forces as a field doctor, you saw Sy's chest puff in pride. "Syverson men always join the military." He had told his friends over dinner one night, soaking up the praises for his children. Adeline joined a major modelling agency that speared her career forward. She roamed around the globe, sending her old folks trinkets from the new city she was in, and one day added a picture of her and her boyfriend in the mail. Sy turned into a protective father quickly, inviting her and her man to have dinner. "I like him." Your old man had chuckled, when he had scared Adeline's boyfriend, making him blabber incoherently with nervousness. You could only watch in a haze as one day Adeline's boyfriend showed up to your house unannounced, to ask Sy for his daughter's hand in marriage. "Listen boy, Adeline is precious and if you hurt her, you know there wouldn't be anything worse than us. You don't want to be on the bad side of the Syverson men, is that clear?" You had heard Sy warn, a shiver running down your spine listening to his commanding tone, even if the threat wasn't meant for you. A few weeks later, when Adeline was in Paris, she had called home only minutes after the proposal, screaming on the phone that she said "yes." The rest of the night, Sy had you looking at Adeline's baby pictures from old photo albums. "This little bundle would be getting married soon. Can you believe that?" He had laughed, wiping the tear at the corner of his eye and throwing his arm around your shoulders when you couldn't hold onto your own tears.

The day after Adeline, Sy's little girl, was married, he threw a brunch for the newly weds and their families. James and Noah, back from their deployment in time for their sister's wedding, had introduced their own girlfriends to both of you before the ceremony. You knew Sy would never admit it, macho behavior of his never fading, but you could see his eyes glisten watching his family grow. He had tried to keep a straight face throughout the ceremony too, but he had let go of his tears when Adeline had laid her head on his shoulder during their father-daughter dance. Halfway through brunch, Sy pulled you away from the crowd and took you towards the orchard outside the country club. He held your hand while taking you to stand under the shade of a massive tree. "It's like I'm living in a dream." You admitted, looking out at the sprawling orchard, thinking about how you were a mother-in-law to someone. Sy pulled you close to him by your waist, encircling his arms around you. Gray hair on his temples and his face beginning to be marked with wrinkles and yet for you, Sy looked like he had never aged. "I know I don't tell this to you very often, but darlin' running into you, falling in love with you, building a life with you, is the best thing that could have happened to me." He kissed the top of your head, taking your face in his hands before planting a soft kiss on your lips. "I love you and thank you for everything, Sy." You whispered as the birds chirped on the branches above, a whistling breeze blew by carrying the sweet fragrance of fruits in the orchard and you stared at the brilliant blue orbs of the man who had owned your heart and soul since many years ago.

The End.

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