#‘they’ll be jealous of you one day’ i assure you they are Not

[lazylittledragon]

obsessed with people saying “it’s cool to be weird now” fucking WHERE and how do i get there

[rizsu]

+ love, ‘su: he's so crazyyyy!!! can't take him anywhere lol XD ── tw. mentions of murder (not u)

yuta’s been acting weird, but you can’t put your finger on it. you’ve this aching gut feeling that something’s off with him, but he hasn’t done anything out of the ordinary.

he’s still acts like your loving boyfriend who refuses to sleep unless his arms are wrapped around you. each time the thought of yuta suddenly changing crosses you, a pang of guilt hits you.

you don’t want to doubt him, but it’s getting difficult to not suspect him. he’s no longer punctual — you can’t predict his timing anymore. even the hour he returns home is now a guessing game.

what happened to him? something’s weird — no, not just weird. it’s terrifying. physically it’s your yuta but is it really? why are his eyes unfocused all the time? is something or someone bothering him?

questions after questions swirl through yet there isn’t an answer that can satisfy you. you need yuta to speak, but he dances around the questions, refusing to give in.

the more you pry the more he gets annoyed. he doesn’t show it, but his firm answer never fails to stop you.

“baby, i said nothing. is. wrong.” he’d insist, warmingly smiling at you before he follows up with a question. “don’t you trust me?”

like usual, you’d remain silent, unable to drag it on. the conversations continued to run in circles. soon you gave up.

you can’t shake off the feeling, nor can you make him talk. as unfortunate as it is, it’s better to go with the flow. it’d be meaningless to anger him with butting in his business.

as for yuta, it pains him that he’s acting so cold, but that’s the only way to get you to stop. he loves you — worships you — but it’ll be detrimental if you were to find out that he isn’t your sweet boy.

you shower him with praises everyday, he can’t imagine what life would be like if he loses you. you’ve always said his hands are your favourite, which is why he bought multiple pairs of gloves. he can’t have the hands you adore be tainted. it’s a bit sloppy to cover his traces, but it’ll do.

after all, he’s not skilled in killing humans yet. his expertise is knowing how to murder curses, but maybe he can transfer those skills to humans too.

truth be told, this has been going on for some time. if he were to recall correctly, it’s been approximately twenty-three days since his first killing. he didn’t plan for it to happen — heavens, no! it just… did.

yuta’s self control is something worthy to be jealous of, but he lost every ounce of it that night. he gifted you a new dress, one that’s perfect to be dolled up in an expensive club that’s part casino. so said, so done.

you were his woman, ever so beautiful, but like moths to a flame, you attracted unnecessary attention. the amount of men that attempted to whisk you away exceeded the number ten. he couldn’t keep count on his fingers anymore. of course, you never hesitated to reject them. you even went as far as to slip in “i’m here with my boyfriend” whenever they approached.

but they were filthy flies. flies aren’t able to read the room, nor can they handle rejection. they’ll always come back to the meal — even if all they got was a whiff of the scent. flies are known to be pesky, greedy animals. unless you see them to their death, they’ll never leave.

the night played out smoothly, but yuta’s annoyance wasn’t soothed. he wanted to relieve it physically. he needed absolute dominance over something — something that’ll be easy to register a power imbalance with. what’s better than to overpower one of the flies? they’d be drunk and yuta happened to have held his alcohol, so he’s quite sober.

once he’s assured you were in deep sleep, he quietly left to set his plan in motion. he never thought that he’d feel ‘the hunter and the prey’ emotions against a human, but here he is. life is truly unpredictable. it’s unfortunate the random fly that was singled out couldn’t predict his murder.

a death by asphyxiation. the easiest way to kill someone if it’s your first time. yuta didn’t bother to clean up, simply opting for dragging the body in a back alley. there’s been a number of violent crimes the past week, he was sure it’ll be played off as one of those crimes. in that way, he won’t ever be suspected, and he was correct.

however, yuta, too, fell to greed. the adrenaline rush, the feeling of seeing someone struggle, the continuance of the life of someone being his decision to make — he wanted more. he couldn’t settle for just one. with long eyes that yearned for more than he should’ve, yuta’s killings didn’t stop. it soon became a pattern: every two weeks he’d kill someone — it didn’t matter who, as long as they did something he deemed wrong. yuta believed he acted on justice, but he knew he was just as wrong.

he became a vigilante to some, and a serial killer to others. regardless of what the public viewed him as, it caused unrest. the only time he stopped was the day you refused to go out in fear of the increase of murders in your city. your pain is his pain, he couldn’t bear to watch you cower in fear at the thought of becoming the next addition to the kill count.

the stop only lasted for one scheduled killing. he returned to his usual activities, becoming more and more skilled. with each murder he became braver — sometimes taking a limb off depending on if he liked the person or not.

but every secret was bound to be revealed, and his almost got caught when you found a patch of blood on his sweatpants.

“yuta, did you injure yourself and didn’t tell me?” you asked him with a disappointed tone, holding up his sweatpants to show the blood.

his heart stopped, a sick feeling in his stomach bubbled up. he didn’t injure himself, but he injured (killed) someone else. it’s not like he can say that and hope you bypass it.

“oh — i, i did,” he answered, nervously laughing. “i accidentally dropped the knife on my leg, sorry baby.”

it was a half-assed excuse, but since you trust him, you’ll believe it.

“then you should’ve told me!” you pouted, jokingly thinking that he didn’t trust you.

“sorry, sorry. but next time, don’t wash my clothes. i’ll do it.” it was a sudden demand, subtly killing the mood.

your eyebrows furrowed. you found it weird, but didn’t question it. yuta knew how absurd he sounded, but he can’t have you connecting the dots. sooner or later you would’ve realised his lies.

however, even without the clothes, you still found holes in his behaviour. you kept quiet about it until you couldn’t, but that resulted in him redirecting the conversation.

you’re too smart for your own good, if you were to cast aside your trust in him and realise your worries aren’t insane, you’d leave yuta in a heartbeat. he can’t have that. he won’t settle for it. heavens know what he’d resort to just to keep you in his arms.

yuta’s your sweet boy, and he’ll continue to be. if it meant giving up the killings, he’d do it. it won’t be too hard to find a replacement to satisfy his needs. but, would he need to give it up? if you find out, can’t he keep you tied down with him? he’s the hunter, after all.

[lani-heart]

|| lani-heart's ultimate masterlist || MDNI

genre(s) -> angst, fluff, hair stylist au, smut, anonymous request <3 paring(s) -> non-idol!hyunjin x afab reader warning(s) -> minor mentions of bullying, slight mention of being stood up, unprotected sex, oral ( receiving ), fingering, teasing, praise kink, pet names etc. words -> 5.5k

abstract -> "I think we should consider this a free of charge, right cutie?"

y/n's perspective

“You badly need a haircut,” Wonyoung said and I knew she was right. “We are not getting this out of your hair,” she said while she tried all types of tips on how to get gum out of your hair. 

“Look if I were you I'd quit that internship,” she said as she held up scissors and tried to minimize how much she had to cut. “I just don’t understand why they decided to pick on me?” I said and she scoffed.

“Because they’re jealous you are getting the jump on them. Also, I’m sorry but you need a haircut–” she said as she snipped the hair off and gave it to me. “–this is very obvious. Anyone can see this…” she said and showed me through the mirror.

“I’m going to have to cut my hair short… I never had short hair before” I said now panicked and she hummed before scrunching my hair up. 

“I hate it / I like it,” we both said and I groaned. “You look cute with short hair!” she said and I scoffed. “Look, this is the hair salon I go to, set up an appointment and say it’s urgent and they’ll pity you,” she said with an oblivious smile. “Thanks a lot, Wonnie,” I said and she giggled. 

“Besides there are a few hair stylists that are your type”

I had to go to the internship again but this time I put my hair in a bun hoping that the hair Wonyoung cut wouldn’t stick out and embarrass me. “Hi, I just wanted to say that what they did yesterday was so mean” I heard and saw one of the other interns. I haven’t made friends yet but she seemed nice. Her name was Tzuyu. “Thank you, and don’t worry that they’ll get their karma,” I said and she smiled. 

“Besides, if the CEO finds out she’ll fire them,” she said and I smiled. “I know but… I don’t want to be the reason they lose an important opportunity for petty things” I said and she smiled softly. 

“How mature of you… I would’ve reported already” she joked and I chuckled. “I’m Tzuyu, you’re y/n right?” she asked and I nodded. “Well I hope you have it easier, I have to get back to work,” she said as she waved off. 

I avoided the group of interns the whole day and got permission to leave early since my appointment was soon. I walked into the place Wonyoung recommended. It was called the S.K.Z. CUTS, and was extremely popular, I got lucky getting this appointment, especially after explaining my situation to the one who booked my appointment. 

“Hello, welcome to S.K.Z. CUTS do you have an appointment today, ma’am?” he asked and I nodded. “Yes, under y/n in ten minutes?” I asked and his eyes lit up. “You called yesterday! I was the one who booked you, you’re in good hands, those girls from your work are gonna be left shocked and jealous after today I can assure you!” he said with a big grin. 

I saw on his name tag that his name was Changbin.

“I booked you with our best stylist, no worries,” he said and I chuckled. He was sweet and very energetic. “I would do your hair especially after what you said yesterday but I’m not trusted with a pair of scissors” he joked and I wondered why. 

“Don’t worry about him you’re in good hands–” I suddenly saw someone come by to confirm and smile before whispering to the receptionist “–Changbin don’t scare her off” he whispered to him. 

“Hyunjin should be ready for you in five minutes, please sit in the waiting area for the time being,” he said and I nodded as I walked towards the comfy chairs and magazines. It was magazines with this place on the front page, talking about how well they are and only saying praises about them. 

“Miss y/n?” I heard as I stood up and walked towards the man… his name was Hyunjin and I think I was awe-struck. He was so pretty…

“Follow me please,” he said and I nodded before scrubbing to follow him. He helped me sit down and get comfortable before placing the hair-cutting cape on me.

“Can I take this off?” he asked and I nodded a little worried about cutting my hair. “Hmm.. I think I see the problem” he said as he flicked the strand of hair now sticking out away from the rest of my hair “Can I ask how this happened?” he asked and I sighed. 

“Let’s just say I don’t get a lot with my co-workers,” I said and he hummed. “So what were you planning?” he asked as he looked at me through the mirror. Why was he so… pretty?! I think Wonyoung was right… “Hello?” he asked and I snapped out of my thoughts. I smiled apologetically… “I don’t know… I've never had short hair before and this was such a recent thing, I just want it fixed, '' I said and he nodded. 

“That’s fair, we could cut the hair short and it would look like–” he did the same thing Wonyoung did and I sighed… He chuckled, “Not happy with short hair then?” he said and I shook my head. 

“But there's not much you can do right?” I asked and he chuckled. “Oh? Are you doubting my skills as your hairstylist today?” He joked but I shook my head and panicked and he laughed again before patting my head. “Don’t worry, cutie–” What did he call me “–can you give me your trust for this session?” he asked and I nodded. I don’t know what I was gonna do with my hair but he did and he was a professional so…

I placed my full trust in him. 

Hyunjin’s perspective

She was clueless and upset about her hair. I wanted to do her pretty face justice at the very least, I think short hair looked good on her but if she didn’t want it I had better ideas for her, that she would like. She confirmed that she was okay with me cutting any hair to make it seem normal and not just a little strand sticking out like before. 

I told her we’d have to wash her hair first to get it wet, to which she agreed and I took her to the back. Usually, I'd make Minho-hyung or Hannie do this but she seemed stressed and a bit worried about today. I wanted to build trust with her and maybe she'll even be a loyal and frequent customer of mine. 

I definitely wouldn't mind seeing her again.

She looked so content with me playing around with her hair and washing it, even closing her eyes, making me chuckle. She was a cute one… it's been a while since I had such a cute customer. 

“You’re so good at this” she muttered and I laughed. “Trust me, I’m very good at other things too” I joked and her eyes opened and cheeks reddened. “Let’s dry your hair a bit and go back to my chair,” I said as I started drying her hair a bit so it was not dripping everywhere. 

“I’m gonna be your fairy godmother today,” I said and she smiled. 

Let’s just hope I don’t also attract a knight in shining armor in front of you though

I ended up doing some layers in her hair, in a popular hairstyle that many people her age and even kids in school come to get. I was now just blow-drying her hair, taking me time. I know her time was going into another customer’s at this point but I wanted to take my time. 

I’ve seen Chan-hyung’s glare from across the room pointing at the clock to which I nod and put my focus on her. I was almost done anyway, just stylizing. 

“We’re done, do you like it?” I asked a little nervously how she’d react but her eyes shined and a smile was now evident on her face. “This is so nice… ah you are a miracle worker,” she said and I chuckled. 

“It is a higher maintenance cut, so you will have to style it so it isn’t all over the place and the layers can do their thing,” I said and she nodded. “I was so worried about today but you’re so good at this. thank you, thank you, thank you” she said and I chuckled. “It wasn’t hard, you’d make a lot of things look good darling,” I said and her eyes widened a bit, her face reddening again, making me chuckle. 

“Hello, miss I'm sorry to interrupt–” Chan-hyung came by and I glared… don’t tell me he was taking her away. “–he has another client waiting for a while now, let me handle your payment,” he said and I scoffed. He led her away but I went up to him before he could finish.

“Go to your other customer” he scolded and I scoffed. “I will, I was gonna say I’m gonna use my free haircut on her '' I said and he sighed. “Fine, just get back to work and please don't take an eternity again,” he said and I nodded. 

I was really hoping she’d come back again…

y/n’s perspective

I was so happy that I was ready to scream it to the world. “Everything is covered, I hope you have a nice day,” he said and I felt myself freeze. “H-huh?” I asked and he smiled. “Hyunjin said it was free of service, don’t worry. I hope you’re happy with the services today, and decide to come back to S.K.Z. CUTS” he said and I sighed. 

“Can I leave him a tip?” I asked and he nodded while I gave him the money I was gonna give him today. “Have a nice day!” he said as I walked out. I was so happy with the haircut… I had many layers but my hair wasn’t shorter. He even wanted to give me a free haircut… he was so sweet and pretty no wonder many people came by. 

I suddenly heard my phone ring. “Hello! Are you done with your haircut?” Wonyoung asked and I said yes while I told her all about it, even sending her a picture.  “Did you get a cute stylist?” she asked and I felt my face get hotter. 

“I really did…”

She made me tell her all the details and I felt only more and more of the urge to make another appointment but then I wouldn’t see him anytime soon. Especially since he’s one of the most popular stylists…

I wonder if I wasn’t special and he just does that for everyone? Either way today was a good day, I maybe made a friend with Tzuyu and Hyunjin was a miracle worker. 

Hopefully, my luck doesn’t end at the start of tomorrow.

I can’t believe my stupid alarm clock didn’t wake me up. I was in a rush and I had to bring the office coffee today since it was my turn. I rushed in and had to catch my breath while anxiously waiting in line as I looked through my phone for everyone’s orders. Why did all the interns ask for such complicated and expensive orders? They even wanted breakfast sandwiches–

“You know I did say this was a high-maintenance hairstyle that needs blow drying and product” I heard and turned around to see Hyunjin. “Ah! I know I was just in a rush today” I said and he chuckled. “Just promise to take care of it next time I see you,” he said and I nodded.

“If you’re in such a rush why are you here?” he asked and I sighed. “I have to bring my office coffee and treats today and everyone gave me their order, I overslept today,” I said and he nodded. “Can I?” he asked as he pulled out a hair tie and I was embarrassed. I knew my hair was a mess. I barely had time to do a quick brush-through. 

I nodded and turned for him to tie my hair.

“Now look you look professional enough for an office but your messy hair was cute too,” he said and I blushed. “Next” I heard and I smiled and thanked him before I ordered everything. “Ok that will be–” “I’ll pay for her, but can I get an Iced Americano,” he said and I shook my head. “You don’t have to–” “And you didn’t have to leave me such a big tip,” he said and I sighed before they said they’d try to get our order out in a few minutes. 

“How are you gonna carry all that?” he asked and I smiled.”It's fine the office is a five-minute walk” I said and he hummed. He looked at his phone before texting someone. “I told my boss I’ll be a little late to set up but I can help you,” he said and I shook my head. 

“That’s too nice… you’ve been nothing but nice–” “Then let me do this for you,” he asked and I sighed and smiled. He was a perfect guy…

“For y/n!” I heard and saw the order… “There's no way you were gonna accomplish this by yourself,” he said, and honestly… I was lucky to run into Hyunjin... for more reason than one.

I wasn't even late to work and I set up everything with Hyunjin’s help. 

“I really wish you’d let me repay you,” I said and he chuckled. “How about you do me two favors?” he asked and I nodded. “The next time I see you, you better have taken my advice with your hair. The second one… here” he said as he handed me a piece of paper he wrote in.

“We should… go out sometime,” he said and I felt myself freeze again in shock. Him? With me… 

“Think about it, cutie,” he said as he waved bye and left my office. “Hey, y/n! Who was that guy?” I heard some of the intern bullies ask and I had to refrain from scoffing. “None of your business," I said and they chuckled.

“Is he at least single?” they asked and I said… “No”

In which they walked away and started gossiping. I wasn’t gonna let them have anything related to my personal life… which meant I wanted to take Hyunjin up on his offer.

I would need to text him later…

“Hmm? y/n did you do something to your hair?” Tzuyu asked and I smiled. Told her about my haircut and where I got it from, in which she said the CEO is friends with the owner and said only good things about them. 

What a small world?

Hyunjin’s perspective

“You’re lucky you finished on time before we opened,” Chan-hyung said and I nodded. “What made you so late anyway hyung?” Felix asked and I smiled. 

“I was asking someone out,” I said and everyone suddenly oohed. “Just don’t do it again, you already did it yesterday with that girl– Was it her?” he asked putting two and two together. “Hyunjin falling in love with a client~” Minho-hyung teased. “I’m not in love” I corrected and everyone now teased me. 

“Because of that the next client was so mad,” Chan-hyung said and I scoffed. “All she wanted was a trim, y/n had a little issue,” I said and he sighed. 

“Already defending his girlfriend. Oi Hyunjin, she better not distract you from work!” he said as everyone laughed. I make no promises… I'd let her distract me anytime. Besides, her reactions are so cute… she seemed very sensi– “Hyung, did you give her your new number?” Seungmin said and I felt my eyes widen. 

I recently changed my number…

“I’m guessing that's a no?” he said and I felt stupid that I forgot. 

“Changbin is her number in the system!” I said hurriedly that he was about to look when we saw customers. 

“Hyunjin got to work!”

y/n’s perspective

The day was finally over when I was walking back to my desk to collect my stuff. 

“Hey y/n! That cute guy left you his number right?” I heard as I saw the three of them either sitting on my desk or chair… “It’s a dead number,” she said and I was confused. 

A dead number?

“You didn’t think a guy like that was interested in a pathetic girl like you right? He’s famous, you’re but a little intern who won’t even get the job. Just because you got a new haircut you think that’ll change your appearance?” she said and they laughed as they left my desk but not before throwing cold coffee from the morning on me. 

Well, today was a worse day than I thought. 

I was picking up my stuff when I felt a towel on my head. “You shouldn’t let them walk all over you,” Tzuyu said and I smiled. “It's no worries,” I said and she sighed. 

“When it was their turn they forgot your coffee order, and now I can see the receipt and how they ordered the most expensive stuff, put gum in your hair for you to have to get a haircut, and besides S.K.Z. CUTS is expensive… how much was it I can probably–""Tzuyu, thank you but it's fine. Besides, they did my hair for free” I said bitterly. 

“Free? Who did your hair?” she asked. “Hyunjin,” I said and she looked shocked. “Really? He’s always stingy with clients…” she said and hated how it filled my heart a little with hope. 

“Go home, you don’t have to take care of this mess okay” she assured and I nodded as I took my stuff and left. I dialed Wonyoung…

“Hello!” she picked up and I let it out. The bullying, the dead number, even the coffee…

“Go home, I’ll meet you there”

“Is this a good idea?” I asked and she smiled. “We’re gonna have some fun, and you will reject some guys like how he did a crack to your heart okay?” she teased and I was gonna play along until I got there and maybe at most just drink Wonyoung’s free drinks…

She dressed me in a cute top, short skirt, and painful heels that I promised her wouldn’t even last me the night as she now styled my hair. 

I can’t believe he gave me a dead number… I thought he was actually… interested. 

“No more pouting, you’ll ruin your lip gloss” she scolded and took out my hair rollers and I could see my hair now fully styled… it looked nice but it looked better when he did it. 

Why am I so caught up over a pretty stranger? 

“We’re out for only free drinks and maybe some free food!” Wonyoung said and I smiled. We walked to the sleazy bar where we sat down and she told me to control my posture. 

“Hello, ladies, before we start tonight the table over there gave you two drinks from our bar. '' he said and I sighed. Wonyoung winked at me and I chuckled. We ordered appetizers… “Be careful alright, two pretty girls should enjoy their night” he said and I noticed his name was San. 

“He’s not bad for you,” Wonyoung said and I sighed. “He’s not my type but he does seem sweet,” I said and she chuckled. We talked about nonsense and even gossiped about her work from the modeling studio when we got another set of drinks. 

“From the gentlemen in the corner, by the way, if you need a taxi or an uber we can call one free of charge,” he said and I nodded.

“Wonnie we have to leave him a good tip–” “Don’t pay attention to the waiter, pay attention to the one who gave us drinks!” she scolded and I saw… “They work from–” “Uh-huh… and you’re heartbreaker is there too” she corrected and I groaned. 

“Do you want me to throw these drinks–” “No, why waste a free drink?” I asked as I sipped mine. “Hmm… these taste like mocktails,” I said and she sighed. 

“Either you flirt and bag the waiter or go confront the bastard who gave you a dead number. Decide before I come back from the bathroom” she glared and I sighed. I guess that was a chance for the table next to us to start trying to talk to me and I had to bite my tongue at their vulgar words. 

“Hi, cutie” I heard and they finally shut up as he sat on Wonnie’s seat. I glared and he took his phone out and the contact page… “I really did want to take you out… I still do! But… I recently changed my number last week and I accidentally gave you my old number from habit. I’m sorry” he apologized and I sighed. 

“I thought you were being a jerk” I muttered and he smiled. “I really did want to see you all dolled up for me,” he said and I sighed… “I’m here with my–” I was cut off by my phone, a message from Wonyoung reading:

Good luck with lover boy, his friend explained to have him pay the bill <3

“You’re lucky, my friend just abandoned me,” I said and he chuckled. 

“Wanna get out of here?” 

Hyunjin’s perspective

I’m glad she believed me and that her friend gave her the small push to come with me. I was walking her home since it was too late to do anything special. 

She was all pretty and dolled up with her hair even styled. I wanted to badly give her a kiss but I didn’t want to rush or make her feel uncomfortable. 

“Ah we’re here,” she said as she smiled. “I’ll take you up,” I said and she nodded as we now stood in the silence of the elevator. “You know, I live close by here,” I said and she looked shocked. “I’ve never seen you before” she pouted and I chuckled. “Maybe we walked past each other and never noticed” I joked and she muttered lowly enough for me to hear. 

“I’d never forget such a pretty face. '' I chuckled and leaned in to whisper in her ear. “I don’t think I could forget such a cute girl like you,” I said and she looked away, probably reddened. “You’re a big flirt aren't you? '' she said and I chuckled. 

“Only with you, darling,” I said as I asked for her hand despite not needing to but she took my hand as we walked the hallway until she pulled away and was now at the front of her apartment. She looked at me silently as if confused. I smiled… “Have a nice night” I said and she smiled. “Think of me?” I asked and she sighed and kissed me on the cheek. 

“Don’t forget about me” she said and I chuckled. “How could I forget that you missed this kiss?” I asked and she giggled. “Where should I have missed you?” she asked and I smirked at the point on my lips.

“Hmm? I don’t think I should after you gave me your old number” she teased and I pouted while putting my hand on her chin and lifting it to me “Should I make it up to you?” I asked and she nodded. I leaned in to kiss her, surely her lip gloss was getting all over my lips and she even tasted faintly of strawberries due to it.

I licked her lips a little to let in but she smiled teasing me I grabbed her hips making her gasp as I kissed her deeper until her hands found their way to my neck and I felt her pressed herself against me. 

“I don’t think we should do this out here giving others a free show if they decide to leave their apartments?” I said and she hummed. 

“What are you implying, Mr. Stylist?”

no one’s perspective

The two of you rushed into your apartment not even wasting time before kissing again. This time even more intimately with the kiss being even more messy than in the public view of the hallway. Hyunjin’s grip on your hips only tightened but now around where the hem of your shirt is. 

When you finally let each other breathe again a string connecting you both, Hyunjin couldn’t help but admire the soft red color now smudged onto the corner of your mouth and even cheek. 

“So pretty and dolled up, a shame I ruined this huh?” he asked you as he chuckled while rubbing his thumb now on your lips as if he wasn’t the same color or as if he didn’t have the lipstick stain from the peck on his cheek. 

“Why don’t you ruin it some more?” you joked and he softly moaned, making the atmosphere more desperate. “Don’t joke like that, I might just take you up on that offer” he warned and you hummed. “What if I want you to?” you asked… he was a sweet guy and not to mention attractive. 

“I want to take you out first, be a gentleman, and then get here again” he teased and you chuckled. “What if I don’t want a gentleman?” you teased and his eyes only darkened with each hypothetical question you asked. 

“Then what do you want, doll?” he asked you and you smiled a deceitful innocent smile while batting those eyes of yours. His grip on your waist is only tightening… 

“Stop teasing me and–” you were cut off by him suddenly lifting you up to wrap your legs around his waist. You moaned out when he started kissing your neck now deciding that he'll be the perfect gentleman on your first date together but succumbing to desires right now. 

You didn't even realize when he laid you down on your couch as he now was leaving hickies everywhere on your neck without a care that you had an office job and that it was summer so turtlenecks and scarves are out of the picture. 

“I wanna take this off you so bad, cutie” he pouted as his grip on your shirt even left small scratches on your waist. “Then take it off” you said, giving him permission to take it off you and he did. Leaving little to the imagination in that skirt of yours and bra now in full display. 

“Pretty girl… you weren’t hoping to show this off to that waiter of yours right?” he asked teasingly and you smiled. “Maybe, he was cut–mhm” You were cut off with your own moan when you felt him now grind against your clothed core. 

“Thinking of someone else while I'm here?” he asked and you shook your head. “Good girl… be a good girl for me will you?” he asked before kissing you again. This time with him grinding against you and his hands groping you with your bra on. Now moaning in another kiss of his…

“Hyunjin” you moaned, pulling away now feeling annoyed at the lack of action, especially with how he was grinding against you. He chuckled and kissed your nose before leaning down and looking up at you giving you quite the view. 

“What? Do you want more? I didn’t take you for someone so greedy?” he teased as he let go of your chest and now had a grip on your skirt. “You sure about this y/n?” he asked and you nodded desperately. 

He chuckled at how desperate you were to get some relief. 

He took off your skirt leaving in a match panty set to your bra. “You even matched… a shame it wasn’t for me” he pouted and before you could defend yourself you moaned out at how his fingers now teased your clothed clit. “You give such cute reactions like I thought you would '' he said, liking how expressive you were at being teased. 

“More” you whined and he chuckled before pulling your panties to the side to now rub at your clit making you more expressive. “So wet… I wonder how you’d taste?” he said before licking a strip up to your clit making me suddenly grab his wrist at the sudden pleasure. 

“You want me to stop? But I was enjoying myself?” he teased and you whined before he continued to do his work but now intertwined your hands together. He quickly let go however to then tease you further with his fingers. Not having anything to grip on you decided on his hair. 

He let out a chuckle, “Careful cutie” he teased before now adding a finger to you occasionally feeling the cold metal from his rings and his tongue relentlessly teasing your clit. He would occasionally also moan not only drunk in your own pleasure and taste but also how you gripped his hair. 

“Fuck… I don’t think I can handle this anymore” he muttered before standing up now admiring the view. He leaned in for another kiss while his fingers fiddled with his pants desperate to take them off and free himself. “Are you absolutely sure about this?” he asked now out of breath again… 

You nod and he smiles. “Come on cutie, I need your sweet voice to tell me to continue” he begged and you chuckled. “Please Hyunjin I need this" you begged and he lined up with your cunt. He started off by teasing both himself and you by only adding in the tip. 

“Fuck you’re so wet… you keep sucking me in too” he muttered and you whined at how slow he was going. “Think you handle it?” he teased and you nodded as he chuckled. “Beg for me cutie,” he asked just as desperate as you were but wanted to hear it in your voice.

“Fuck Hyunjin just fuck me already please!” you said now frustrated at the lack of pleasure. Not being able to handle it any longer bottomed out as he leaned in to fiddle with your bra as you adjusted and he gave himself a break from the sudden please... “Hyunjin” you muttered and you could feel him slightly move as he chuckled. 

“I know, cutie… you’re making me go crazy too” he confessed before slowly moving looking at your expressions. It was cute seeing how your eyebrows furrowed and your eyes closed even how your hands touched against his waist not knowing what to grip. Your hair is now messier than when he saw you in the coffee shop.

Your moans only got louder and you opened your eyes slightly making eye contact and he swore he almost came right there and then from your glass eyes threatening to start crying. “Fuck, Hyunjin!” you moaned out and he chuckled. 

“Good girl, such a pretty girl come on you wanna cum?” he asked as he now rubbed your clit making you moan louder not trusting your voice to say anything else without stuttering all you could do is nod.

“Cum I wanna feel you cum around me cutie,” he said before pinching and teasing your clit until you tightened around him like a vice would. He stopped moving at the threat of cumming inside you as you came. 

Your moans, your tears, your chest trying to get as much air as possible, your hands gripping against his shirt that was surprisingly still on… he did a couple of small thrusts before he pulled out and rubbed himself on your clit making me moan and whine overstimulated.

You were now watching Hyunjin pleasure himself on you watching him and hearing how his moans now got louder and whinier until he let out a whisper…

“Fuck… Im gonna cum,” he said as he let out a breathy moan when you felt his hot cum paint your clit and even some on your chest.

“Fuck” he said as he rubbed his cum on your clit before giving you a soft smile.

“I hope I didn’t get cum on your couch” he softly muttered tiredly making you giggle. He leaned in to kiss you against suddenly very tired and cuddly… “I’m more worried that you're getting cum on your clothes,” you said and he hummed “That’s what dry cleaners are for cutie,” he said and you chuckled. 

“So when’s that date gentlemen?” you teased and he groaned. “I blame you” he muttered and you chuckled. “So didn’t enjoy my services?” you teased and he laughed. “Services? Are you gonna charge me now?” he asked now looking at me, leaning his forehead on yours. 

“Hmm? Should I charge you?” you teased and he hummed with a soft smile and his eyes glistening. 

"I think we should consider this a free of charge, right cutie?"

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[joocomics]

Hii can u do what XH likes to do or how they’ll act if they’re jealous? Thank you!

cw: none

a/n: this might be a little bit messy, but expressing my thoughts on more angsty topics like this isn’t my strongest point when it’s not a drabble oof i apologise in advance if this isn’t what you expected, anonie! even a bit over the place i still hope you enjoy the read. ty for stopping by 🫶🏼

♡ gunil

i think he’d be good at hiding it, so if it happens a few times - most of them you might not notice that he’s being jealous until later. but it really depends on the situation and the person he’s being irritated by. i see him pretty protective as a boyfriend, and if someone is really getting on his nerves he might turn quiet and reserved; just thinking about how he wants to drag you out of the place with a hand on your waist cause he hates how they’re looking at you. after you’re finally left alone his feelings would immediately show, and he wouldn’t try to hide them; he couldn’t even if he tried. he’d sit down to talk to you about it, and after you assure him there’s nothing to worry about he’d calm down, and treat you like a princess till the rest of the night (he always treats you like that but when he’s jealous he really goes all out)

♡ jungsu

it’s a little bit difficult to put my thoughts together when it comes to him. on one side i see him get jealous easily, but then not so much. i see him being more vulnerable when it comes to this in the beginning stages of your to-be-relationship - when you’re in the talking stage, going on dates, but still haven’t talked about anything more than that. when he’s jealous he might overthink things a bit, and contemplate for a while if it’s something that he should bring up or not. that’s why i see him waiting to see if ‘this something’ happens again or grows into something bigger. if not, eventually he would just add it into the conversation lightly without any conflict in mind. when you show him he’s the only one you’re interested in, he most likely would double the physical contact while also putting his arm around you, and grabbing your hand more confidently in public

♡ jiseok/gaon

in a relationship i see him keeping his jealousy moments to himself, and i think those jealousy moments won’t be many tbh. he might even feel good if he catches guys checking you out, cause he knows you’re all his and you would never give those guys even a crumble of your attention. if someone tries to spark a conversation that rubs him the wrong way he’d be extra touchy with you or pull you on his lap, but he won’t feel the urge to bring it up after you’re left alone, cause in his mind that would be unnecessary. if you make him feel secure and loved, then i don’t see him paying too much attention to his temporary sparks of jealousy. he might even make a joke about it to make you laugh, “did you see that guy checking you out? in front of me?!”

♡ seungmin/o.de

i see him a mixture of jiseok and gunil. a part of him would feel good, proud even, that his gorgeous girlfriend is desired by people who can’t have her, but if someone tries to cross a boundary he’d hold you close and change the direction of the conversation. his body language when he’s with you would always be enough of a sign that you’re together, and there’s a chance depending on the situation he might get overprotective, but in a subtle way if that even makes sense? he wouldn’t want to ruin your mood on the spot or make you uncomfortable, so he would wait for you to get home and talk about it. the conversation would be chill and would end in a lot of soft kisses and i love you-s

♡ hyeongjun/junhan

oh he would be so obvious when he’s jealous. it won’t be difficult for you to catch him cause the emotions would be written all over his serious face. if you ask him about it he’d do his best to convince you he’s not jealous at all, cause he wouldn’t want to seem insecure in front of you. he’d laugh it off, but on the inside he’d be thinking about it all day, especially if you’re still not officially together; if you are it would fade down more quickly. he wouldn’t get extra touchy or something like that like the rest of the members, because he’d be too much in his head; he wouldn’t want anyone to notice (even though he suddenly goes quiet in the middle of the conversation?)

♡ jooyeon

i just have to bring up the perilla leaf debate here, and how quick he was with his answer - that his s/o will not help out his guy friend with separating those leaves. even if this clip didn’t exist i’d still be a firm believer that he’s the jealous type of boyfriend. he’d get jealous easily, and you’d always notice the subtle changes in his mood. he’d never do anything to frustrate you during the moment, and he’d try his best to be chatty and all with a hand on your thigh or around your shoulder. he’d play with your hair, with your hand, and he’d lean in your ear to whisper you things all of a sudden. people who know him well can always tell when he’s being jealous, but those who don’t wouldn’t notice a thing. he’d most likely be grumpy and extra affectionate after you get home

[ynscrazylife]

Feel free to ignore but if you feel like would you consider writing being in a relationship with Maya and Carina. Reader is a detective / cop , just the whole dynamic would be interesting I think.

Dating Maya Bishop & Carina DeLuca Would Include . . .

(I made Reader an FBI Agent partly b/c I love Criminal Minds, hope that’s alright)

You guys are such a power couple. Carina as an OB/GYN Attending, Maya has a Lieutenant of Station 19 (she should be Captain tho), and you as an FBI Agent

Unfortunately with your important jobs, it’s hard to see a lot of each other

It’s definitely made your relationship a little more difficult, but you all love each other so much, and you put in the work

Carina and Maya are always worried about you when you’re on your FBI missions and often won’t be able to rest unless they get a text from you

When you come home from your missions, Maya and Carina are always there for you no matter what

They’ll always insist on Carina checking you out for any injuries, no matter how small

They also let you vent and talk about the case, often encouraging you to let it out

And even if you don’t get any injuries, Maya and Carina insist on you taking at least a day to rest

I think Maya would definitely cuddle with you like a koala would, arms and legs wrapped around you

Meanwhile Carina would have you laying against her chest, her arms wrapped around you and your legs tangled together

When it’s the three of you, you take turns being in the middle

After missions, you are. After hard shifts at the station, it’s Maya. And after had shifts at the hospital, it’s Carina

Maya and Carina will listen to you ramble about psychology and such for hours. They adore how into it you get

You also can’t help but profile them — oops

And they think you are so hot when you’re training/fighting

Maya will hold you while Carina tends to any injuries, cooing about how great you’re doing

You often take baths when coming home from missions and Maya and Carina insist on at least one of them checking in on you after you fell asleep in there multiple times (but they also think it’s very cute)

Maya and Carina are always texting your coworkers to see if you’ve been overworking yourselves

You all have little ways of getting each other to relax

More often than not, you’re hunched over case files. Carina will start massaging your neck, shoulders, or back while Maya will cup your cheek or your head and close your laptop

They’re most effective when they tag team, though

Maya and Carina are really in sync, so they’re often tag teaming you anyway

They absolutely adore how you turn to putty and melt. It’s the cutest thing ever!

If you ever have nightmares about cases, Maya and Carina will both hold you and assure you that you’re safe and that they’ll protect you no matter what (you and Carina do the same when Maya has nightmares)

You and Maya also try to learn Italian together and Carina adores it (she also teases you)

If anything more serious ever happens to you, Maya and Carina are always the first ones there

With how busy your schedules are, you make a promise to each other to always take time off to spend and devote to each other

You and Andrew would also be good friends because he’d think it’s so cool that you’re an FBI agent

You three also love to watch each other work because all of you are so amazing in what you do

Whenever Maya gets jealous that Carina’s around women all day, you’re there to distract her with hugs and kisses

There are definitely some conflicts and arguments, but your love for each other conquers all

[riddle-me-ri]

Ok the jealousy scenarios with the riddler was so good!!!!! Do u think u can do it with the penguins too? 🐧

A/N: sure thing anon! I hope you and the other anon doesn't mind but since these two were strongly jealousy trope based I've decided to combine them. So some pengys will be jealous of a co-worker at the Iceberg! Hope y'all don't mind!

Jealousy Scenarios with the Penguins 

Arkhamverse Penguin: 

- Ozzie was a fairly envious man. No matter how hard he tried to hide… 

- It still came out in violent outbursts or silent seething as he planned someone's swift end. 

- He was especially jealous of someone vying for your attention.

- Right now, he was fuming about a certain two-faced gent, that occasionally visited. 

- The way Dent looked at you, smirked at you, talked to you. Disgusted Oswald.

- Oz abruptly came up behind you, nearly startling you. 

- “Oi, Dent! I asked you ‘ere on business…don’t turn it into your funeral.” 

- Harvey chuckled but nods his head acknowledging the threat. He walks away not without winking at you though. 

- You show a gratuitous amount of gratitude towards Oswald, having finally got rid of him. 

- You likely spend the rest of the evening by his side, kissing his cheek, and praising him. 

- Reassure him he has nothing to worry about. 

Reevesverse/Farrell Penguin: 

- He's too busy climbing to the top. To be the best of the best, he can't stop to compare himself and be jealous of another man's wealth. 

- Not when he's so close to having all that wealth and then some of his own. 

- Yet when it comes to you…that's a different jealousy entirely. 

- Oz is relieved to see you being acclimated to the nightlife and some fellow employees at the Iceberg. 

- However, when you brushed him off with a small peck to the cheek in favor of an employee…

- Whatever assurance he had quickly morphed into apprehension. 

- He quickly grabs you by the waist, forcing you to take a seat next to him. 

- That employee can wait, if they’re truly your friend, they’ll understand.

- Daddy Ozzie needs you more, and you can’t turn him down. 

Gotham Penguin:

- This Oswald, as we've seen…is extremely jealous. 

- God have mercy on whoever Oswald's green little monster of envy sets its eyes on. 

- He isn’t opposed to going to the extremes to soothe his jealousy. 

- Your visits to the Iceberg Lounge were often the highlights of his days. 

- He couldn’t ignore how excited the new bartender got when they saw you. 

- The way their eyes lit up, their smile widened…Oswald wasn’t a fool. 

- He doesn’t mind if you have acquaintances, he has some of his own…but clearly the bartender’s intentions weren’t so innocent. 

- You’re a little disappointed when you see the Iceberg Lounge has a new bartender. 

- Don’t worry though, Oswald is there to comfort you, besides he’s really all you need anyway. 

BTAS Penguin: 

- It’s fair to say once you and Oswald are in a relationship, he will never want to let you go.  

- This means that anyone stepping in with even the slightest romantic or even affectionate intentions is an automatic threat. 

- One that Oswald doesn’t take lightly. 

- Oswald was nervous for you to meet his more…colorful and eccentric colleagues. 

- However, he was more displeased at just how comfortable you got with a few. 

- Nygma, Tetch, Isley, Quinn…

- Everyone just adored you…as they should you are incredible but…but

- You’re HIS. And HIS only!

- Before you know it you’re being rushed out of the meeting hall by Oswald. 

- He makes some lame excuse about not feeling well or how they forgot something imperative at home. 

- You knew he was jealous. 

- More than likely, you spend the rest of the evening reassuring him, that no one compared to him and that you would always choose him. 

TNBA Penguin:

- Oswald tries to hide it. 

- It’s beyond him, no true gentleman should be jealous of anyone…

- Who are you talking to?

- Who are they? He’s never seen them before..

- No matter, they’re nothing special.

- Albeit, he doesn’t like how they’re making you laugh and smile. 

- Surely, you’re just entertaining them…being kind, you were a brilliant host/hostess. 

- You call upon him, wanting to introduce him to this person. 

- Yes, you were just being polite. 

- Begrudgingly, you initiate the introductions, yet when the stranger held out his hand to Oswald. Oz barely shook it back. 

- Afterward, Oz swiftly linked his arm with yours and swept you away from them. 

- You asked what was wrong, what has gotten into him? 

- Oz gives you the silent treatment with little to no actual answers. 

- When you conclude he got jealous, you couldn’t help but kick yourself, because; of course! 

- Be sure to hug and kiss him, and let him know that you know what’s up and he doesn’t have to worry. 

Telltale Penguin: 

- I can see this Oz trying to hide his jealousy too…

- He’s actually the absolute worse at hiding it. 

- Especially if you ever show any attention towards…Bruce, or other wealthier, more upper class men. 

- He knows you’re more than likely just being friendly or polite…

- Oz doesn’t like it though, he can tell these scumbags are just taking advantage of your kindness. 

- You can count on both hands and then some the nights out where he’s wrapped an arm around your shoulders or waist and quite literally pulled you away. 

- Then he tries to make it out like he did you a favor. 

- “No need to thank me love, I can tell you needed saving.”

- “What can I say, not all heroes wear capes.” *insert wink*

- Let him think what he wants, but you recognize the signs fairly well, and you can’t help but find it slightly attractive. 

One Bad Day Penguin: 

- Not entirely sure why, but given what he’s gone through, I can see him being like…the least jealous?

- He definitely does get jealous, but not as quick or to the extent I find as other pengys. 

- One night, Ozzie sees a certain performer getting a little to close to you. 

- Reaching out touching your arm, placing a hand on your shoulder, invading all sense of your personal space. 

- And you’re being too damn nice for them. 

- Although he knew you were just doing it out of respect for him. You didn’t want the club to lose out on a high crowd act…

- However, you should also know Oswald doesn’t give two shits. 

- After a moment or two of absolute seething and waiting for you to say something. 

- Oz will walk up and as you to do him a favor while he talks to the performer. 

- You nod, almost excitedly, and gave a bright farewell smile to the act.

- The next day you notice the itinerary for the evenings performers slightly altered. 

- You joked that he didn’t have to fire the performer, nothing was going to happen.

- Oz shrugged, no amount of revenue is worth the bile of jealousy that was welling up in his throat. 

The Batman (2004) Penguin:

- Somewhat like Telltale Penguin and TNBA Penguin, he tries to hide it. 

- Puffs out his chest, swings his arms back, doing whatever he can to power his bravado. 

- Oz knows better though. 

- The green monster of envy creeps up whenever he sees you enjoying the company of others. 

- Company that…look normal…conventionally more appealing. That are tall in height, have regular teeth, and all five fingers…not a freak like him. 

- If you spend a decent amount with the company, it takes everything in him to not respond impulsively in frustration for you to give him attention.

- He’s likely to try and isolate himself, not wanting to upset you or get in the way. 

- You go looking for him, worried how uncharacteristically quiet he had gotten. 

- When he snaps at you about being distracted or having a better time with your friends than you ever did with him…

- He makes it obvious what’s bothering him, even though he tries to dismiss it. 

- Comfort him, hold him, and let him know you wouldn’t want him any other way. 

Batman Unlimited Penguin: 

- As much as Oswald would like to think he’s gotten too old for jealousy.  

- He was jealous of everyone. 

- Everyone that looked normal. Everyone that received love. Everyone that was seen, respected, and heard. 

- Then, by some miracle he found someone to love him in you. 

- Anything that tries to get in the way of that, is an immediate obstacle that must be taken out. 

- Anyone that dares leer at you, put a hand on you, or speaks to you flirtatiously or even slightly more friendly…

- Oswald is there in a flash. Instantly putting whoever in their place. 

- Making it known you’re his, they could never have you.

- You have told him in private how he doesn’t need to be so envious, you weren’t going anywhere. 

- As the years have gone by, he doesn’t react quite as impulsively, but you’ve recognized when he’s started getting agitated. 

- Whenever you begin seeing him become jealous, you try your best to make your way towards him. 

- You embrace him, kiss him, openly publicly, and that usually does the trick. 

- Another day to wave away the little green monster of envy.

[your-local-hoemie]

Can i request childe and zhongli with s/o that has an army of plushies to sleep and cuddle with? S/o even names and take cares of every single one like their s/o's child 😭

Not me reading this while surrounded by my four blahaj’s and a 3ft llama plushy 💀

Sorry theses are kinda short, I’m struggling with Childe for some reason and I need to get back into the swing of writing ;-;

Warnings: fluff, gn!reader,swearing, tiny mention of the icky in childes, not proof read.

Characters: Childe, Zhongli.

Childe~

He’d never been over to your house before today so when you opened your bedroom door to reveal your bed practically COVERED in plushies he was surprised to say the least

Though his confusion quickly turns to amusement when you start introducing him to every single fucking one

“Oh Oh I can leave out (plush’s name) isn’t he just the cutest!?”

“Babe why didn’t you tell me I had competition..”

Absolutely gets kinda jealous when you choose to cuddle up with them instead of him-

Decides to buy a custom plush that looks like him for you

Actually had the balls to ask Scara if he can make one

Man almost died that day 💀

You end up playing into his “toy maker” facade for Teucer

Speaking of Teucer, he absolutely adores you!!

Childes heart melts whenever he see’e you both playing together~

It’s now a new ritual that you both choose the names for your new plushies!

One time it got so intense that you both ended up having a actual argument 💀

Overheard you ranting to all your plushies about it and thought it was adorable

Ended up holding a personal grudge against that one plush and death glares it whenever he see’s it-

Would absolutely be down to have tea parties!!

Even helps you choose fancy lil’ clothes if you like to dress them up!

You gave him one of those cute lil’ plushy keychains once that said “I love you” and he secretly keeps it on his person at all times~

Man adores you so being the sugar daddy he is you can rest assured he’ll gladly fuel your addiction

He just likes seeing your pretty face light up whenever you gain a new baby to cherish

If you’re sick or he has to go away for a while he’ll gather you and all the plushies together and sternly tell them to look after you for him!

Actually grew a habit of asking you how “the kids” are whenever he gets home!

If you’re having spicy time though he’ll refuse to do it in the same room as them 💀

He’ll never admit it but he’s grown to see them as actual children and the thought of “tainting” is unbearable hdjfjfif

If you’re away on commissions for a few days or weeks he’ll absolutely like to sleep around them when he misses you too much!

Zhongli~

Actually found it a little creepy at first 💀

“My dear these are simply stuffed toys, why do you treat them like a human child?”

Scold this mf

After a while of seeing how happy you get around them he starts to warm up!

Still doesn’t quite understand it but he thinks you’re adorable and your happiness is everything to him!

He once caught you telling your plushies about him while giggling and hugging onto to them and couldn’t help but let out a chuckle

You really are too cute sometimes

Man’s actually really good at choosing names!!

He’ll also give them backstories and important roles!

Has a select few he actually really likes and has secretly decided to promote them to your “protectors”

Tells you that he’s made sure they’ll keep you safe from any nightmares when he can’t ;-;

You convinced him to have a tea party with you and all your plushies once!

He’ll die before he admits it but he actually got excited!

Brought out his fanciest tea set for ya’ll!

Somehow ended up with a tiara on?

Xiao happened to appear behind him ti discuss something and the look on both of their faces was the funniest thing you’ve ever seen

Absolutely MORTIFIED

“W-what are you- I apologise it seems I’ve caught you at a bad time”

“No! I mean I was just showing Y/N how to properly prepare tea..cough”

They never spoke a word of it again

When you had to leave for a while you gave him gave him precise instructions on how to care for every single one

Followed them to the fucking letter

Discretely of course~

Told them all about his day and scolded himself when he caught himself asking them to tell you all about it when you got home

You’ve definitely brought out a more innocent child-like side to him and it’s precious!

Something about the way you show so much love and compassion to such simple objects warms his heart so much

He doesn’t really get jealous but he will be a little pouty if you choose to cuddle up to them while sleeping instead of him

When he asks granny Shan to make you a doll that looked like him for when you missed him he couldn’t help but get flustered with her teasing calling you “young love birds”

When he saw how you hugged it and gave the plush kisses all over its face before proceeding to do the same to him he felt so much pride!

Though don’t expect it to be a constant thing

He’s still broke asf 💀

I’m back at requests again!! Work should be a lot less intense now the coronation in the uk is over so more time to indulge in my Genshin addiction!

Early sleep for me now uwu

[onlyjaeyun]

thinking about the sb!universe so here are some scenes/headcannons i have:

• one day jay’s dad shows up to the office with shiah’s dad and shiah herself. jay’s dad drops that he believes it’s time to start the marriage process. shiah slips jay the ring she’s always wanted and tells her to make the proposal big and grand, and that they’ll act like it was all a surprise for the media. yn overhears and is devastated. my poor girly :( . that meeting is like 3,000 steps backward for jay and yn.

• yn showing up to flowers on her desk from the one guy she starts seeing from another dept. jay has someone send out a notice reminder that sending gifts with intent and dating amongst coworkers, even those in other departments is not recommended. he even asks giselle to investigate it as she works in HR, and she’s like uhmmm, ok?? giselle doesn’t take it seriously and snitches to yn. she’s like “GIRL UR MAN IS JEALOUSSSSS” 🤭🤭 when jay asks for a follow up a few days later giselle is like uhmmm…no response yet from my manager haha, we’re like super busy rn.

• the other boys of the seoul 4 and nayeon finding out yn is casually dating again and throwing random options at her in front of jay who can’t show jealous he is to prove a point.

ok enough of the jealousy, some cute stuff:

• yn and jay taking a weekend vacation when they get together and just being glued to each other all weekend. yn is so cuddly, especially after sex, which is new to jay. usually he keeps his distance in bed after his 3 rounds with miyeon or she leaves right away. he’s ready to go crazy when yn leaves the bathroom and comes back to the bed after being cleaned up and she just closes the distance between them (pee after sex so you don’t get a UTI girlies). his breath hitches in his throat and he knows he can stay like this forever.

• IK IK IK it’s too early in the smau to think about sb!yn and jay getting married and having children but i had to 😭 jay’s like in a serious emergency meeting after something goes wrong and his face is just stoic and he looks like he’s gonna kill someone in a few minutes. but then his 2 little children burst through the door after yn took her eyes off them for literally 30 seconds. they were supposed to wait outside of the meeting room to surprise him but their 4 year old daughter and 2 year old son don’t care. jay’s mood instantly changes when his children are suddenly jumping into his lap and gripping his arm with their little hands. he hasn’t seen them all week because of all the time he’s been spending in the office so he lets them stay. he gives him his pen and notebook to play with as they sit on his lap. yn opens the door a crack and makes silent eye contact with jay to say sorry, but he just silently assures her it’s fine and laughs at how one of the kids started drawing on his suit sleeve. when the meeting finishes he kisses their cheeks and thanks them for being so good during the meeting.

• yn and jay taking their first trip together and deciding to go shopping. jay buys everything for her and she’s like no no i didn’t even want it that much. he’s like baby u tried it on and stared at yourself in the mirror for 15 minutes smiling before u put it back. whenever yn needs something he just puts his black card in front of her and assures her that he has more than enough money for himself and that his princess deserves to be spoiled. and then yn fights him at the boba shop, insisting she’ll pay for this one thing 😭😭

a little nsfw hc for u too heehee

• sb!jay is probably obsessed with creampies, he loves to come in yn and watch it just drip out ooooh. if yn’s on bc, he’d go crazy 😭😭 when yn’s like yk i still have the chance of getting pregnant, jay’s just like well baby we’ll be parents then, i don’t mind. we love a man who accepts that pleasurable actions have their consequences.

this one for shits and giggles:

• jay learning about yn’s family and deciding enough is enough. he hires a hitman to get them 😍😍😍

i literally love all of these so so so much and am just super grateful to know you guys enjoy this as luch as i do. i'll absolutely use a few of ghese ideas as inspo and genuinely can't wait to indulge in most of them. ESPECIALL THE CREAMPIE ONE BC THATS SO HIM 👀👀👀 and pls involving the boys and nayeon when she does start dating again will make things so much better so you bet your ass i'll use that one 🤭🤭 thank you so much baby, your brain is so sexy i hope you have the best day ever and know i love and appreciate you so much 🥺🤍💖🧸

[yawn-junn]

♡insecure s/o ot7♡

LittleBird127 - Hi, i was wondering if you could make one their reaction i guess to their gf being insecure about there freckles or wavy hair?

Special thanks to: @/LittleBird127 (request)

Words:

TW: insecurities : hate comments : public relationship :

Playlist: Trainee A

Note: hello! I hope you enjoy

Taglist @leoonoa

𝓙𝓲𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓷 

Jihoon wanted to comment how pretty you looked completely relaxed hair down waves free makeup had been wiped off a while ago but he didn't want to make you uncomfortable since you must have a good reason to cover them he didnt wanna intrude on something that could hurt you but he did make one or two comments on how pretty you looked and he snuck some pictures in without your knowledge but if you asked him to delete them he will 

𝓙𝓙 

JayJay didn't even know you had freckles and wavy hair till he showed up unannounced early in the morning. It caught him off guard before he started cooing at how cute you look like that no makeup raw face pretty freckles scattered all over your face hair wavy and messy all day that day he didn't let you out of his line of sight taking pictures with and without your knowledge he doesnt show them to anyone since he knows you cover them up but he does assure you how pretty they are and how cute you look with them on full display. 

𝓙𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓼 

He saw your freckles when he walked in on you putting your makeup on once seeing the little dots you've been hiding he gasped before rushing over to you commenting on how pretty you looked, he asked why you covered them so you told him about your insecurities while listing to you a small pout formed on his lips before he made what sounded like a strangles “aw” sound and engulfed you in a tight hug telling you how cute you look with them he did ask you to not cover them 

𝓦𝓸𝓸𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷 

Woochan wanted to match outfits that day so while he was picking outfits while you were doing your hair and makeup. You two have been dating for awhile so hes seen you without makeup and hair undone, while he was putting the outfits on the bed he looked over at you he sighed before walking up to you and crouching next to your seat he turned your body so you were facing him “your pretty without all this” he whispered looking at you with soft eyes for an hour or so he repeated like a broken record how pretty you were to him 

𝓢𝓪𝓷𝓰𝔀𝓸𝓷 

You two were having a heartfelt talk about the things you didnt like about yourselves when your brought up your wavy hair and freckles he looked offended for a sec before jumping on you in a comfort hug and told you how pretty he thinks they are he mentioned that hes jealous of how cute you are causing the two of you to giggle 

𝓛𝓮𝓸 

As soon as he seen your waves and freckles he started hyping you up he insists on a photo shoot with you he wont post the photos or anything they’ll just sit in his phone for his eyes only 

𝓨𝓸𝓻𝓬𝓱

Yorch noticed the way you cover your freckles with foundation/concealer and straighten your hair to your best ability every day before leaving the house even if your just running to the gas station or to check the mail, he wasn't sure how to bring it up to you at first but after awhile of pondering he came up to you to ask why you do what you do when you told him you didn't like them and they didn't make you feel pretty, his face softened as he pulled you into a hug whispering comforting words in your ears as he patted your hair

[scullysexual]

A Jewel Beneath The Moonlight [Rewrite]

@today-in-fic | ao3

Summary: For Mulder, a wealthy English-bred socialite who's had everything given to him since birth, the Titanic is shipping him off to a prison, a life he no longer wishes for or wants. For Scully, an Irish stranger from the lower class, it offers a new life, a future she can truly envision in America. What if the universe put them on the same path to achieve those dreams at the cost of life?

Chapter Four.

“What do you think?” Monica asks, stepping back.

Scully looks at the almost unrecognisable person who stares back at her in the mirror. Monica and her maids had done an incredible job of fixing her up, taking her from the practical, albeit frumpy looking third class girl and changing her into someone who looks just the part. Her hair, which is usually braided or loose, has been twisted and braided, pinned to the top of her head. Monica had touched up the natural curls that hung around her face, wrapping the strands around the curling rod. Dana had winced at the smell and sound of burning hair but Monica assured her it was all worth it.

The dress Monica had found was red and black. The maids had modified it slightly to fit Dana’s slightly smaller frame and it hugged her in all the right places. The dress was tight, constricting, nothing she would ever picture herself wearing again. Then there was the makeup that Monica had applied herself. Her sister, Missy, put makeup on her once for Missy’s wedding; Dana’s face had burned the entire reception and party. The next day, she’d woken with her face red and puffy. Allergic reaction the medical journals had called it. When it is applied this time, Scully waits for the burning sensation but nothing happens.

Now she surveys herself in the mirror. “I look…”

“Perfect,” Monica finishes. The touches up Scully’s hair. “You look the part.”

Scully’s stomach clenches with dread but she wills it away and smiles at Monica.

“Can I offer you some advice?”

“Absolutely.”

“You look the part, now you just have to play the part. It’s all a game to them, a performance. None of it is real.”

Scully nods. She can be the perfect little actress.

“They’ll try to cast you out,” Monica continues and Scully thinks she hears a slight twinge of hatred in her voice. “Claim you aren’t one of them simply because your name isn’t as old as theirs. New money,” She spits the words out like they’re poison. “they call us as if it’s different, as if it doesn’t come from the same bank.”

Dana refrains of telling Monica that she isn’t new money, she’s…no money. Just a simple Irish girl who grew up on a potato farm who got lucky because her brother decided to play poker…who also got lucky. But Monica knows all that. This is Dana’s part to play: new money.

“So you were…poor?” Scully asks intrepidly.

Monica grins. “Oh yeah,” she says. “My parents were immigrants from Mexico. My father hit a gold mine two years ago and suddenly…we weren’t poor anymore. Not that it seems to matter to these people, they still think I don’t belong.”

“I’m sorry.”

Monica smiles sadly. “So I get it. I know what you’re going through. And that’s why I was so disgusted at Phoebe Green earlier. But she’s just jealous.”

“Jealous? Of what?”

Monica gives her a pointed look.

“Of me?” Scully could laugh. How could Phoebe Green be jealous of her.

Monica’s voice drops lower, quieter. “There’s a smart girl under there,” she says covertly. “There’s rumours she used to be quite the book reader when she was younger, and I don’t mean those sappy, romance novels you see them reading, she read real books, factual books.” Monica pauses, letting that sink in.

Dana thinks to her medical journals, their factual writings, designed to educate, the diagrams meant to inform. Missy’s confused look when she picked one up and looked through it, wondering how Dana could be interested in it and Dana’s response; “They’re not supposed to be interesting, they’re supposed to inform.” She thinks of a younger Phoebe doing the same thing, reading through so many medical journals, trying to absorb as much information as possible, like somebody is about to test you on it at a moment’s notice.

“That was until her father found out,” Monica continues, pulling Scully from her thoughts. “He told her she had no business reading such books and when Phoebe said she wanted to go to Oxford he laughed at her and apparently torched their home library not long after, attempting to burn the…” Monica looks for the word. “curiosity out of her. And it worked. She is the perfect example of what that world means. She threw away her potential for fake conversations, for pretty things but there’s a brain in there, Dana and you can’t forget that.”

Scully swallows, nodding. She sees Phoebe in a different light, in a more…dangerous light. That woman was terrifying.

“And…Fox?” Dana says. “Does he know about this?”

Monica shrugs. “I would assume so. It was what endeared her to him, after all.” She smiles knowingly. “He fell for her, you know.”

That shocks her but Scully recovers quickly. “Then what happened?”

Monica picks at the paint on the dresser. “Fox is a…different creature. A Big Foot in the desert, so to speak. He believes the grass is greener on the other side. He wants things he can’t have.” She smiles. At Scully. A chill runs down her spine at all Monica has told her tonight and suddenly, Dana doesn’t want to go. She wants to run away back to third class, to her medical journals, her stupid little brother, turn her back on the door to this world, to Mulder and his endearing smiles, his drawings, his honesty.

But she can’t. She is drawn to this world, to Mulder. They wait for her, he waits for her, his green grass on the other side. Yet the other side is filled with bogs. It is filled with prejudice, with a door slamming in her face. It is the smell of potatoes, of loud, growling, hungry stomachs, a gold cross necklace snatched from her neck, a little boy trying to feed his family, a little girl crying as he tries to take away the last connection to her father. Dana fingers that same gold cross absentmindedly, thinking.

Could that really be greener grass for someone like Mulder?

        When she and Monica finally get downstairs to the dining hall, the others are waiting for them. Mulder’s brooding face lifts up when he sees her.

“Scully!” He unlinks his arm from Phoebe, striding towards her. Scully doesn’t miss the offended look Phoebe gives her.

“We didn’t keep you waiting, did we?” She looks towards Monica. Their conversations kept them longer than they planned. Monica had fell into a panic looking at the time, ushering Scully downstairs as quickly as she could. Her stomach had clenched the whole way down, telling herself just to play the game.

“Not at all.” His eyes roam her body, taking in her appearance. A flush begins spreading through her and suddenly the room is 10 degrees hotter. “You look…”

Scully wants to say Different? Strange? Abnormal?

“Beautiful,” he finally says and Scully beams. She looks towards Monica but the other woman in engaged in conversation with a man Scully doesn’t recognise. She looks around the room. There’s a lot of people she doesn’t recognise and suddenly she feels like a fish out of water, an outcast. Her eyes land back on Mulder, revelling in the familiarity. He is her anchor tonight.

He takes her arm and just as Scully is about to ask about Phoebe, Mulder looks at her, a sorry smile across his face as he drops her arm and moves to back over to Phoebe instead.

She doesn’t miss the woman’s smug smile.

“Miss Scully.”

Scully turns to find Mr Mulder standing next to her. He holds out his arm as an invitation. Scully looks around, looking for Mrs Mulder and finds her holding the arm of another man who smokes a cigarette in his free hand, chatting away to him. Mr Mulder stares at her expectantly and Scully takes it with a smile. This has to be deliberate.

“I must say Miss Reyes has done an excellent job.” His eyes skirt over her but they lack the warmth his son had earlier. “You almost look like one of us.”

Scully is about to reply with her thanks when suddenly Mr Mulder pulls her into him, hard, his nails biting into the skin of her exposed bicep. “Almost,” he repeats with emphasis, lowering his voice as he speaks into her ear. “She hasn’t quite managed to mask the smell of poverty.” He lets go of her arm and Scully glares. Mr Mulder pulls out her seat, smiling at her like nothing had happened, and gestures to it. She sits, finally able to breathe when Mr Mulder walks to his own chair.

She takes a moment to look around the room. A lot of money went into making this place look as grand as it does, from its high ceilings to the massive chandelier in the middle of the room, to even the pristine carpet. Charlie could work for his entire life and still not make up the earrings equivalent to the cost of this room.

She looks to the people seated at the tables, probably unaware of the money they are sitting in. They’ve probably never once given it thought but it’s all Scully can think about.

That is until her eyes fall to a dog that sits in its own chair, eating its own scraps of meat that looks better than what is served downstairs.

Even the dogs eat better than us, Scully thinks with a sickening thought.

Scully looks away and finds herself sitting opposite Mulder and Phoebe. She wishes they were sat next to each other but at least she can look up and see him. Mulder smiles at her, kicking her foot beneath the table and Scully smiles back, reassured as she places her foot on top of his.

His smile drops as he gazes at her and the look in his eyes steals her breathe away. She could be the only person in this room right now.

Scully breaks the eye contact, her eyes falling down to look at the plate and the cutlery that sits either side. Three spoons one side, two forks and a knife the other. Scully stares at it, bewildered and wondering why the need for so many utensils. She’s gotten through life just fine with a spoon and the occasional knife every once in a while.

She feels a nudge against her foot and looks up to see Mulder smiling at her with an amused look on his face, casually lifting up the normal looking fork as if to use it. Scully kicks his foot, unimpressed with his finding enjoyment in this.

Dinner begins and despite Scully’s initial fears the conversation doesn’t gravitate to or about her. They discuss the engagement, of what their lives will be like back in New York again, they gossip about people on the ship, so-and-so being seen with so-and-so whilst married to so-and-so. Scully doesn’t listen much, she eats her serving which is a lot more than she usually eats and plays footsy under the table with Mulder. She’s fine and somewhat happy here, eating decent food and no longer feeling like she’s out of place.

That is until the dreaded words exit Phoebe’s mouth.

“Miss Scully…”

The chatter around the table stops as all eyes fall Scully. She stops the game of footsy she’s playing with Mulder, shifting her own eyes towards Phoebe.

“How are you finding all this?” the girl asks. “Not too overwhelming, I hope.” Her voice is laced with false concern.

Scully looks around, taking in all the faces that have gathered around the table.

She swallows her food before speaking. “It’s not too much different to downstairs, actually,” she says, her eyes moving back to Phoebe. “Better food, though.” It gets a few awkward laughs. Her eyes find Monica who looks away almost disappointingly. Suddenly Scully remembers their cover story, new money and now she’s gone and blew it.

“How is steerage, Miss Scully?” Mrs Mulder asks to the side of her. “I heard the accommodations were well on this ship compared to others.”

Scully shifts in her sit, putting her fork down on the table as she leans forward to see the older woman. There was no getting out of it now.

“Beats the cargo hold on a ferry,” Scully says with a smile. “A lot less rats here, too.” She looks pointedly at Phoebe. The woman seethes.

“Miss Scully is joining us from third class,” Mr Mulder explains to the new people on the table. “She met my son the last night on the back of the ship.”

Scully sits back, cautious of the reactions around her. Some make inquiring faces towards Mr Mulder and Mulder and to each other.

An older man begins to speak. “Do you often find yourself conversing with…” he looks unsurely at Scully. “third class passengers, Fox?”

“Not usually,” Mulder admits and Scully watches with curiosity at how he handles this situation. “Though I would consider doing it again,” he looks to her then. “They are quite interesting people.”

Scully smiles, impressed.

Of course Phoebe has to ruin it.

“How is it that you’re here, Miss Scully?”

You asked me here, you eejit is just on the tip of Scully’s tongue before Phoebe herself saves them both from embarrassment and elaborates.

“I mean, how did you get on the ship with so little money?”

Scully begins to play her own game. These people want to degrade her, drag her down and make a mockery out of her, so be it. She’ll be honest.

“It was my brother, really,” Scully says. “He won the tickets when he won a game of poker. We were on our way home actually and instead we ended up here.”

“And where is home?” another man asks.

“Belfast,” she answers. “Or just outside of it to be exact.”

“Titanic was built in Belfast, wasn’t it?” Mulder asks but it’s clear he already knew the answer.

“It was,” Scully says proudly. “It’s the city’s pride and joy. We don’t have much but least we have Titanic.”

“Do you and your brother travel around together a lot?” Mrs Mulder asks.

“Only recently.” She thinks to Charlie who is probably wondering where is she. Or he’s too drunk to care. “He’s fifteen, see, so he’s only just been allowed out of my mother’s eye. He’s never been one to stay put and has wanted to leave Ireland for a while now. Mam wanted me to watch over him, make sure he didn’t get into trouble and that.”

“Looks like all mothers are the same regardless of class,” Mulder says and Mrs Mulder smiles though it looks like it takes a lot of effort.

“How is Ireland given the, er…circumstances?” somebody asks.

Scully pauses. Her battle-worn country wasn’t doing so well lately.

“It could be better.” she says truthfully.

“They should leave Ireland alone,” Mulder says seriously. The table falls quiet minus some disgruntled grunts. “It’s obvious they don’t want to be under the union, just give up and leave it be.”

Scully sits back in her seat, enamoured with Mulder’s statement.

“Doesn’t work that way, son,” Mr Mulder says.

“Why not?” asks Mulder, sincerely.

Before Mr Mulder can answer, Phoebe cuts in.

“Do we have to talk politics tonight? It grows heavily tiresome.”

It’s that comment that has Scully transported back to her conversation with Monica. A sudden image of a young Phoebe reading about politics comes to mind. She wished she’d asked Monica if the rumours said what Phoebe had been interested in.

Her eyes catch Monica’s who smiles, giving her that knowing look and Scully turns back to Phoebe who is laughing at something the man beside her just said. It was politics she was interested in and a sudden pang of sorrow takes over Scully.

Just like that the conversation drifts to something else, something other than Scully or Ireland to which Scully is grateful for.

Dinner moves on, course after course, full from her firsts Scully declines another and soon grows bored. Mulder is in deep conversation with a man who introduced himself to the table as John Byers, Phoebe talks with the fourth woman who had been on the deck earlier- she is called Heidi, is the same age as Scully, and is pregnant with her second child. Monica has disappeared to another table, Scully can hear her loud laughter to which the other patrons look towards her with disapproving glares. Nobody is paying any attention to her, the novelty of a third class passenger in their midst having worn off. Her mind wanders to downstairs, to the party that is no doubt commencing down there and how much she longs to be there with them not up here with sore ears from the piano music and her head hurting with trying to keep up with these people.

Mulder catches her attention with a tap against her foot as he mouths, You want to go?

Looking around, still nobody paying attention to her, she nods.

“Father,” says Mulder. “I’m going to take Dana back to the gate.”

Mr Mulder looks towards Scully, “Have we tired you out already?”

Beginning to stand, Scully replies, “I’m afraid so.” She turns to Phoebe. “Thank you for the invite, Miss Green. I’ve enjoyed it.”

Phoebe smiles, an act for the people. “My pleasure, Miss Scully.” She turns to Mulder then, grabbing his arm. “You won’t be too long?” she asks.

“I’ll be back before you know it.”

He presses a kiss to the side of her cheek in goodbye and Scully feels her heart twisting painfully at the sight.

The cool air is welcoming, as is the freedom, too. She’d done well, Scully, even with the less-than-appealing questions. He was proud, though he had no right to be.

“So, how did I do?” she asks, as if reading his mind, a habit they had seemed to fall into.

“Amazing,” he says. His eyes roam her body again. God, she looked stunning. Not that she didn’t always but seeing her dressed up like this made him crave more. He would sit through a thousand first class dinners if it meant his view could always be her dressed like this. “You fitted right in.”

She smiles bashfully at the decking. He likes it when she grows shy.

“Did you enjoy it?” Mulder asks. He knows what the answer will be but just out of curiosity really.

Her answer is as expected.

“Does anyone enjoy that?” She giggles to herself and it’s a sound Mulder finds himself wanting to hear again. “I think one night is good enough for me.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” He thinks back to that dinner, to the one pressing matter he’s most anxious for her to hear.

“I meant what I said in there, about Ireland, it should be its own country.”

They stop just outside the third class gate. She looks up at him, searching, woefully. “I’m afraid you’re preaching to the choir.” She looks down then, to the stairs, to where the sounds of a party are escaping through the cracks in the door. It sounds appealing, fun, something Mulder has yet to experience of this ship, save from his meetings with Scully.

“Come down with me,” she says suddenly, her eyes big and asking.

Mulder begins to shake his head. “I- I can’t…” he begins, though he wants to protest. “I promised Phoebe…”

Scully sighs, big and heavy, exasperated. “And how many of those promises have you actually kept?” He blinks at her. She sighs once more, calming herself down and shaking her head. “Whatever. You go back and have fun in there.” She spins, beginning to unlock the gate. Mulder stands there, watching, his heart heavy, his heart telling him to go down there and just have some fucking fun, it’s not going to hurt.

“Scully…” he says, catching her arm and she turns. “Will I be okay down there?”

“They’ll be too drunk to care.”

It’s loud and busy. A band composed of various instruments play in the corner, their music floating around the room, upbeat and celebratory. It’s a celebration of life down here, people dancing with whoever, others who drink, play poker, darts, laugh. It’s alive. There’s no need for talking, no need for language or verbal communication, they communicate through dance and laughs, everything is clear and there are no lies. They’re just people. Just people living.

He sits on a stool, a Guinness beside him and watches Scully dance in circles with a little boy who stared imploringly at her hair, not that Mulder can blame the boy, he too has often found himself captivated with it.

He likes it here, likes how he has this corner to himself and he can just appreciate everything- appreciate Scully more so- how much happier she looks down here. She had excused herself to go change when they got downstairs and now she is back in her usual attire, her hair loose but clipped back from her face, her natural curls mixed in with the curls Monica had made. The makeup had remained, though now it was smeared in places from sweat. She was breathtaking.

His gaze stays on her. He can be a voyeur down here; he can watch her without feeling like he’s intruding or looking at her like a creature of wonder. He never has but when it’s just them, and when she looks back at him, he feels like he is.

The boy yawns and the two stop what they’re doing. She wanders back over to Mulder once she’s sent the boy off, a full smile doing its own dance across her face.

“His name’s Willem,” she says as she picks up his drink and drinks from it. Mulder doesn’t protest, they can share everything if she wants.

“Come dance with me?” she shouts over the noise and Mulder had been distracted with the thought of her saliva on his glass that it had taken a moment for him to process her request.

This he protests.

“No…no…” he says, shaking his head.

Scully rolls her eyes, outstretching his hand. “Come on. I’m sure a rich fella like yourself learned how to dance.”

The truth is, his parents had tried to teach him, put both him and Sam in lessons when they were younger and while Sam had naturally excelled (even though she protested originally) he’d lumbered about like a giant (it got worse when he actually grew into a giant)

“And even if you canna,” Scully continues. “Neither can anybody else here.”

Mulder thinks about that for a second, before looking around the room to see that the ‘dancing’ was really just jumping in time to the music. Somewhat less nervous, he takes her hand and pulls himself up.

His hand naturally gravitates to the dip of her waist, and only then does he become aware of how close they are. They bask in the moment of just being free to touch each other, away from all those who might say otherwise. They can do as they like down here and nobody upstairs would know any different.

The tension is broken when a smile breaks out across Scully’s face. “We’re essentially in a tavern, Mulder,” she tells him. “You don’t have to be so formal.”

Mulder doesn’t feel formal; his tie off, buttons undone, sleeves rolled up (he hadn’t missed Scully’s look when he’d done that) He takes his hand out of hers, missing the feeling of it, as it joins his other one at her waist.

There’s a break in the music and Mulder, nervous once more, leans down towards her.

“I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Scully shrugs, “Just do what everything else does.”

And with that, there’s the change of music. Instantly he spins her and then begins jumping around the room, weaving their way in and out of people who are also doing the same thing. It’s fun, Mulder thinks, dancing is actually fun, he could spend the night doing this if he wanted to.

Time speeds up and he has no idea how long he’s been gone for. They know where he is and who he’s with and Mulder couldn’t care any less. He’s six beers in, ready to spend all of Daddy’s money in one night, and in the middle of an arm-wrestling match with someone he thinks is from Belgium.

He refuses to lose, that competitive schoolboy coming out of him. His opponent seems to be the same. There’s no winnings at the end of this- no money or even a free drink. They play for the fun of it.

Mulder loses and he shakes Mr Belgium’s hand and moves on.

Later in the night when the bar has emptied out, the music stopped playing, losing count of how many beers he’s drank but knowing he’s drank enough for the room to be a wee bit out of focus, he gets into a conversation with an American about baseball. Barely anybody in England really knew what he was talking about half the time.

Scully also listens with drunken rapture and he explains the rules to her with a promise that they will play as soon as the ship docks.

The party slowly comes to an end with those left slowly drifting off to their rooms, the bar closing and the band packing away. Mulder sits back in the corner, slouched against the bench, head down, as the room spins around him.

“Think we need to get you to bed,” he hears Scully say.

Lifting up his head, his stomach lurching slightly, a heavy loopy grin crosses his face as he sees two Scullys in front of him.

“Only if I get to go in yours,” he answers back, too happy and drunk to care about the consequences.

He sees her bite her lip and it’s incredibly attractive.

“Come on,” she says, ignoring his comment and helping him stand up.

It was worth the try.

He tries his best to get himself up the stairs but all he wants to do is shut his eyes a sleep, the world spins and he can feel the ship rocking back and forth on the waves making everything worse and he doesn’t like it. He just wants to curl up next to Scully, she’ll make it all go away.

They get up the stairs and he stumbles against the wall, needing a moment to just breathe in the salty air and hope he doesn’t throw up.

“Jesus Christ, how much have you had to drink?” Scully asks.

“A lot more than I usually do,” Mulder says, shutting his eyes against the spinning and the rocking and the overwhelming urge to just throw up.

He opens his eyes and she’s incredibly close to him, concern littered across her features. He focuses on Scully, wills himself to see just one, to use her as a way to calm his twisting stomach.

But something changes as the two Scullys become one Scully, his Scully and he’s had so much fun tonight then he can remember having, he wants this fun for the rest of his life.

He moves forward, ready to capture it, to take that fun and make it stay, make it never go away.

But her hand falls to his chest and all she needs to say is one name.

“Phoebe…”

It sobers him up. Or he sobers himself up. He nods slowly, bringing himself to full height. Phoebe, he thinks over and over again. Phoebe doesn’t deserve this.

Content that he now isn’t going to throw up, or pass out, or whatever Scully moves away from him, taking her hand off his chest and he immediately misses the contact.

Phoebe…Phoebe…Phoebe…

“Goodnight, Mr Mulder,” Scully says, she opens the gate, allowing him to leave.

And Mulder goes, against everything he goes, back to Phoebe, back to his life.

He makes sure to watch Scully go back down the stairs, however, until she disappears from sight.

“Goodnight, Miss Scully,” he mutters to the space she’s left behind.

With a sigh, and a hand rubbing his face, Mulder prepares to leave it all behind and savour the fun he’s had, the world Scully’s opened up to him. Just as he’s about to walk, a voice stops him.

“Had a fun night, Mulder?”

And Mulder’s blood turns cold.

[sasslett]

💕 kissing somewhere other than lips

(hopefully no one sent that yet if they did pick one off the list that you haven't done instead!)

For not the first time in her life, Jess found herself extremely thankful for the man holding onto her waist, saving her from falling on her face for what would likely have been the hundredth time that day alone. 

“You’ve overthinking it,” Varrus snorted, a grin on his lips as he helped steady her. 

“Easy for you to say,” she huffed, staring at the ground. “You have the grace of a phoenix; I have the grace of an ox.”

“And the strength of one, too,” he laughed. “Just try to follow my lead, let your body flow with mine.”

“I mean, I’m good at doing that in most circumstances.”

“Then just pretend we’re on the battlefield.”

“I wasn’t talking about the battlefield.” Though, with all the blood, sweat and tears she’d shed in that empty dance hall, it may as well have been. “I just don’t want to embarass you when the time comes - Tataru is organizing this whole thing, so you know damn well the entire star will be in attendance. What’s the world to think when they watch the Warrior of Light and his new wife take their first dance, only for her to trip on her own two feet?”

He laughed, leaning down to place a gentle kiss upon her forehead. “They won’t think anything of the sort; I assure you, they’ll all merely be distracted by your boundless beauty, jealous that they can’t be the ones holding your hand in marriage. Now come on, I know you can do this.”

That, at least, put a smile upon her face - and she would do it. For him, she’d do anything. 

[ghoulfriendfangs]

APPRENTICEMBER DAY TWO: Delphi Edition!

{Art of @governmentfundedvampiresex’s oc Garlic, Julian, and Delphi in that order! In the main canon, Delphi dates Julian, but my friends and I have an au where all our apprentices coexist so in that au Julian dates both our mcs! We call them the Thripple. Don’t ask why.}

Day Two: Who is their LI? What’s their relationship like?

   I have so many emotions about this where to begin.

  Delphi adores Julian. They love him to bits. Delphi loves how caring he is, how much attention he pays them. Delphi is a stubborn one, they’ll never admit if they’re feeling sick, hurt, emotionally or physically bad. But Julian notices, and makes them take care of themself. Delphi pretends to protest, but they adore it.

  Julian adores how strong they are, physically and mentally. Delphi can scoop him up like he weighs nothings, and they definitely enjoy peacocking for him. Oh? They need wood for the fire? Delphi will bring Julian out back so he can watch help them chop wood.

  Delphi usually hates feeling vulnerable. They don’t hate it around Julian. They feel safe. For once they can stop worrying about their burning need to be the best, to be well liked, to be so proud. They can just be a sappy dork.

  Julian is riddled with stress, but something about how carefree Delphi is soothes him. Something about the way that they assure him everything will be alright, with nothing but confidence and a big toothy grin.

  Both have their flaws, sure. Delphi has a habit of being overprotective, and sometimes a bit jealous. When they see others eyeing Julian, they have a tendency to act rather foolish. Julian is, of course, a ball of worries, especially worried about hurting Delphi. But in a strange way, each loves the other's flaws. Delphi’s overprotectiveness makes him feel wanted, Julian’s worries make them feel cared for.

  Delphi does the cooking but they’re like. Bad at cooking in a good way. Like they will make something that looks like straight up garbage casserole but you take a bite and it’s like that scene from ratatouille.

  Both have combined their respective knowledge in magic/potions and science/medicine. Julian has a clinic next to the shop, and they often work together to help their clients/patients.

[firecurls-27]

hi curly I’m getting ready to go to bed and I want some angst/something heartwarming before I get to sleep could you do that for cupchal or someone else in your au please

Cupchal? Absolutely!

🎹Fluff🎻

- they absolutely love cuddling, it’ll take either a million dollars or a crowbar and a swat team to keep them apart.

- cuphead took dance lessons before a big date night, and when he showed off his moves to chalice she almost cried.

- they constantly give compliments to each other, everyone is sick of it. one guy threw a shoe one time-

- they have a little competition during each date: who can give the most kisses on a date (chalice always wins)

- normally, cuphead is a really chill guy, doesn’t get jealous easily. But god forbid you so much as put your arm around chalice and he’ll carry her bridal style and walk out of the room without a word.

- then again, he loves being carried by chalice! She works out a lot, and he’s just there for moral support and get her snacks.

- chalice doesn’t have a lot of friends, so cuphead constantly asks if she wants to hang out with his friends!

- cuphead has a habit of stimming his hands when he’s excited, he thinks it’s weird, but chalice loves it.

- very protective of each other, would do anything for one another.

- fuckin masters of money, they’ll cheat you out of your life’s savings-

- cuphead once mumbled “marry me” when they were cuddling and fucking BOLTED out of the house and cried of embarrassment behind a rock somewhere. Chalice told him one day, but not today. But she was honestly super flattered! Of course she’d want to marry him, more than anything! But they can’t cause 1. Cuphead isn’t of age yet and 2. Vessel would kill chalice if so-

🛡Angst🏆

- chalice has constant flashbacks from the calix animi, the orphanage, the wondertart, and the devil. Cuphead has to get up in the middle of the night to calm her down and assure her everything is ok. His sleep schedule is shit-

- cuphead has flashbacks and nightmares too, but he pulls the whole “I ain’t too worried about it” and it pisses chalice off.

- they only RARELY get into arguments, but they feel horrible after a few hours and just hold each other while crying.

- chalice has had multiple relationships before cuphead, so he compares himself to them constantly. Chalice loves cuphead because he’s nothing like them. But he just sits at night thinking if she deserves better.

- 🎶but I’m a creeeeeeppp I’m a weirdoooooooo🎶

- *MAJOR AU SPOILERS* Chalice had two children back when she was in the calix animi, she thinks about them constantly, wondering where they are, and cuphead is determined to find them and bring them back to chalice.

- chalice has trouble switching from living to ghost and it scares her so much. What if she turns into a ghost for good? What will happen then? Will she ever see cuphead again? Cuphead reassured her that no matter what happens to him or her, he’ll always find a way back to his love.

(I had way too much fun with these, but I hope you like em! ;))

[bbgmessi]

It’s a lot of thoughts I shall give you a list

1. Alpha Jude coming to City and Erling is estatic. It’s 100% platonic though and Jude is a respectful alpha but Erling’s alpha odegaard is THREATENED. Making sure to scent erling extra if he can smell Jude on him, ruining the boys plans to hang out and being combative in person. Erling has to pull martin aside to assure him that that he ans Jude are just friends and martin and Jude make up and become besties.

2. O!julian and o!erling having a nice day in Manchester. That’s it, they go for lunch, walk in the park get Starbucks ans social media is loosing their fucking minds because they’re the cutest couple ever.

3. Omega foden riding the fuck out of omega erling then switching off bc erling needs relief too

4. Asking alpha!odegaard to come help bc he’s the only one they trust

5. I love kid fics what about o!erling x another omega (Jude or whoever) parenting a kid!!(maybe it’s foden bc he had a kid or like the omega who isn’t erling Carries them) ans they switch off on who’s watching the baby, w child care ans their parents help and they fall in love bc they don’t need an alpha to be a family.

So yeah thanks for that lol

literally thank YOU. i love these thoughts 😭

1. poor martin being jealous he has no idea where it came from bc before jude he didn’t worry about anyone but erling just likes jude So Much he feels left out… and he doesn’t know how to talk about it and erling has to tell him to CHILL. and it’s a touchy subject bc martin does need reassurance too, he wants to feel like he’s enough for erling 😔

2. o/o julian and erling are growing on me so much there’s so much i could use their differences to say and they’d be SO cute. media accepting them a little more bc they can assign the traditional gender roles to them even if it means they’ll basically view erling as an alpha without letting him get any of the privileges that come with it… poor julian just wanting to hang out w his boyfriend but no one will shut up about it… the social media o/o omegas would have the time of their lives though, literal otp

3. their relationship starting out as purely fwb when erling says he’s gay and foden just wants to try, like he’s only been with alphas before but erling is big and strong and warm and protective… and slowly but surely foden learns how it feels to be on both ends of the strap on… and they dance around it for a while until erling is like. this is a date? yeah . yeah it is

4. im not sure if u meant they as in erling and foden but good alpha martin…. YEAH. erling being like no yeah i know a guy who can help. and it’s fucking ødegaard? phil would pass out lol. but martin is very chill about it and all relaxed and it helps phil calm down and idk what the vibes would be in a threesome bc martin is the one erling is usually needy with but also there’s another omega there too maybe he steps up for a while first to then be brought down… many thoughts

5. aww o/o family building, everyone worries what the kid will do growing up without an alpha and erling is like well he’ll probably be better off statistically… and everyone loses their mind lol. but also erling who never really wanted kids mostly bc he was rly scared off it and he was so tired off everyone asking him about it and encouraging him to not go on the implant and think about how football would affect his fertility and he was just like 🙄 but then he gets with phil and he already has his kid and he just… kinda likes being a parent in ways he never thought😭

[dfroza]

let us not be tricked.

let us not be deceived.

Today’s reading of the Scriptures from the New Testament is the 11th chapter of the letter of 2nd Corinthians:

Please endure a little foolishness on my part; you have come so far with me already. To be completely honest, I am extremely jealous for you; but it’s the same kind of jealousy God has for you. You see, like an attentive father, I have pledged your hand in marriage and promised to present you as a pure virgin to the One who would be your husband, the Anointed One. But now I’m afraid that as that serpent tricked Eve with his wiles, so your hearts and minds will be tricked and you will stray from the single-minded love and pure devotion to Him. So then, if someone comes along and presents you with a Jesus different from the one we told you about, or if you receive a spirit different from the one gifted through our Lord Jesus, or even if you hear a gospel different from the one you heard through us; then you’re ready to go with it.

I consider myself in league with the so-called great emissaries; I lack nothing. Even if I’m not the greatest speaker, I make up for it by what I know of God and have proved it time and again to you. Was it a sin to humble myself and serve you so that you might be lifted up? Did I wrong you somehow by instructing you in the good news of God without charge? In a sense, I robbed other churches by accepting their support just so I could serve you. If any need arose while I was with you, I didn’t trouble anyone. When the brothers and sisters arrived from Macedonia, they covered all my needs so that I didn’t become a burden to any of you; and I plan on keeping it that way. For I tell you, as the truth of the Anointed One lives in me, I will continue to boast about this all throughout Achaia. Why am I doing this? It’s not because I don’t love you—God knows I do— but I will continue doing what I am doing to cut off any opportunity—clearly some are looking for one—for these false emissaries, these low-down, untrustworthy preachers, these posers who act as emissaries of the Anointed, to claim that they work under the same terms that we do. No wonder they are so good at it. Satan himself poses as a messenger of heavenly light, so why should we expect less from his servants—plodding over the earth, pretending to be ministers of righteousness—but in the end, they’ll get what’s coming to them.

So as I said before, please don’t mark me a fool; but if you must, then please accept me even as that and give me a little more room to boast. What I am saying now is not in character with our Lord but is the bragging of a self-assured fool. Just as other fools brag according to their worldly accomplishments, so I, too, will have to boast; meanwhile, you—so wise, so tolerant—gladly bear this kind of foolishness. How easily you tolerate becoming another’s slave, having them consume you, letting them rob you blind, or allowing them to edge their way past you or slap you in the face. Embarrassingly I admit that next to them we must look very weak!

But in whatever way they dare to boast—remember, I’m speaking in character as a fool—I dare to boast even more! Are they Hebrews, God’s chosen? So am I. Are they true Israelites? So am I. Are they descendants of Abraham? So am I. Are they servants to the Anointed One, the Liberating King? I am even more so! (I can’t believe how foolish I sound.) I have worked harder for God’s kingdom, taken more beatings, been dragged in and out of prisons, and have been eye-to-eye with death. Five times I have withstood thirty-nine lashes from Jewish authorities, three times I was battered with rods, once I was almost stoned to death, three times I was shipwrecked, and I spent one day and night adrift on the sea. I have been on many journeys and faced the most extreme circumstances: perilous rivers, violent thieves, and threats by my own people and by the Gentile outsiders alike. I have faced dangers in the city, in the wilderness, and at sea; and danger from spies among our brothers and sisters. I have survived toil and hardships, sleepless nights, hunger and thirst without a crumb in sight, bare to the cold. As if these external trials weren’t enough, there is the daily stress I feel and anxiety I carry for all the churches under my care. Who is weak without this arousing my empathy? Who gets hurt and offended without this inciting my burning anger?

So as you can see, if I have to boast, I will, but only in my own weaknesses. The God and Father of our Lord Jesus, He who is worthy of eternal blessing, can confirm that I am telling you the truth. Once, in Damascus, the governor under King Aretas had his people in the city looking for me in order to arrest me. But I crouched in a basket and was lowered out of a window in the city wall, and I narrowly escaped his tight grip.

The Letter of 2nd Corinthians, Chapter 11 (The Voice)

Today’s paired reading from the First Testament is the 14th chapter of the book of Leviticus:

The Eternal One spoke to Moses.

Eternal One: These are the instructions for determining when an infected person has recovered from a skin disease and should be pronounced clean. The priest must go outside the camp and examine the infected person. If the priest determines the skin disease has been healed, then he will prescribe that two healthy birds—both ritually pure—some cedar wood, scarlet string, and hyssop be brought for the cleansing ritual. The priest will direct that one of the birds be killed in a clay jar over running water. He will then take the living bird along with the cedar, the scarlet string, and the hyssop and dip them in the blood of the first bird killed over running water. Then the priest will sprinkle the one who is being cleansed from his skin disease seven times with the blood, pronounce that he is once again clean, and set the living bird free in a wide, open field. The person who is presented for cleansing will wash his clothes, shave all the hair from his body, and wash himself with water; then he will be clean. After all this is done, he is permitted to enter the community but he must remain outside of his tent for seven days. When the seventh day arrives, he must shave all the hair from his body again—his head, beard, and eyebrows—and he has to wash his clothes again and bathe in water. This is how he is to be made clean.

On the eighth day, the person must bring two unblemished male lambs, an unblemished year-old ewe lamb, six quarts of the finest flour mixed with oil to act as a grain offering, and ⅔ pint of oil. The priest who pronounces the person clean will bring the man and his offering into My presence at the entrance of the congregation tent. The priest is then to take one male lamb as the guilt offering, along with the ⅔ pint of oil, and lift them up as a wave offering in My presence. Then he must slaughter the lamb in the same area of the sanctuary where they kill the purification offering for sin and the burnt offering. The guilt offering, like the purification offering, belongs to the priest. They are most sacred. The priest will then collect some of the blood of the guilt offering and place it on the right ear lobe, the right thumb, and the right big toe of the person who is being cleansed. The priest will take some of the ⅔ pint of oil and pour it into the palm of his own left hand, and then he will dip his right finger into the oil in his left hand and sprinkle drops of it with his finger seven times before Me. He will then take some of the oil from his left hand and place it on the right ear lobe, the right thumb, and the right big toe of the person being cleansed and on top of the blood of the guilt offering. The priest should take any remaining oil from his left hand and put it on the head of the person being cleansed. Then the priest must perform the atoning sacrifice before Me to cover the person’s sins. The priest is to offer the purification offering to cover the sin of the one being cleansed. After this, the priest must present the sacrifice for the burnt offering along with the grain offering on the altar. This is how the priest will cover the sin, guilt, and uncleanness of the person seeking to be cleansed; this person must be considered clean once again.

If the person who comes for cleansing is poor and cannot afford the prescribed offerings, then he may be covered by bringing one male lamb as a guilt offering to be lifted up as a wave offering. He should also present four pints of the finest flour mixed with oil for a grain offering, along with ⅔ pint of oil. He should also bring two turtledoves or two young pigeons, whichever he can afford. One of the birds will be for the purification offering and the other one will be for the burnt offering. When the eighth day arrives (which is the day after he shaves the second time), the person must present them for his cleansing to the priest at the entrance of the congregation tent in My presence. The priest will receive the lamb for the guilt offering and the ⅔ pint of oil, and lift them as a wave offering before Me. Afterward, he will kill the lamb for the guilt offering, collect some of its blood, and place it on the right ear lobe, the right thumb, and the right big toe of the person being cleansed. The priest is to pour some of the oil into the palm of his own left hand and sprinkle drops of it with his right finger seven times in My presence. The priest will then take some of the oil from his left hand and place it on the right ear lobe, the right thumb, and the right big toe of the person being cleansed and on top of the blood from the guilt offering. The priest should take any remaining oil from his left hand and put it on the head of the person being cleansed to cover him before Me. He will then present one of the turtledoves or young pigeons—whichever he can afford—one for the purification offering and the other for the burnt offering that accompanies the grain offering. The priest will cover the sin, guilt, and uncleanness before Me of the person seeking to be cleansed. These instructions explain what to do when someone with a serious skin disease cannot afford all the items for his cleansing.

The Eternal One spoke to Moses and Aaron.

Eternal One: When you go into the land of Canaan—the land which I am giving you as your own—and I contaminate or infect one of the houses in your land, the owner of the house must go inform the priest, “I have just noticed a spot in my house.” The priest must then order the person to remove all the contents from the house before he comes to examine the spot. This saves the person from possibly having everything in the house declared unclean. After this is done, the priest can go inside and inspect the spot. If he sees that the spot has greenish or reddish depressions and appears to go deep beneath the surface of the wall, then the priest will exit the house through the door and quarantine the house for seven days. When the seventh day arrives, the priest will go back into the house and inspect it again. If the discolored spot has shown up on other places on the walls, the priest will direct them to remove all the stones that have any suspicious spots on them and discard them in the impure refuse pile outside the camp. They are also to scrape off any suspicious-looking plaster and discard it in the impure refuse pile outside the camp. Then they are to go out and find other stones to replace the ones they removed and then replaster the walls.

If there is another outbreak after they have removed all the suspicious-looking stones and plaster and then replastered the walls, the priest must enter the house and inspect it once again. If he finds that the spots have reappeared, then the house has a chronic outbreak and is unclean. The owner must demolish the house and take all its stones, wood, and plaster to the impure refuse pile outside the camp. Whoever enters the house while the house is quarantined by the priest will become unclean until dusk. Also anyone who sleeps or eats inside the house must wash their clothes.

If the priest enters the house to inspect it and the spot has not reappeared after the walls have been rebuilt and replastered, the priest will declare the house clean because the spot has not returned. To cleanse the house from its contamination, the priest must take two birds, some cedar wood, scarlet string, and hyssop, and slaughter one bird in a clay jar over running water. He will then dip the cedar wood, hyssop, scarlet string, and the living bird in the blood of the first bird and in running water and sprinkle the house seven times. This is how the priest will cleanse the house from the outbreak using the blood of the sacrificed bird, running water, the living bird, cedar wood, hyssop, and scarlet string. He will set the living bird free over a wide, open field outside the camp. In this way, the priest will cover over the impurity of the house, and the house will be declared clean.

These are God’s instructions for how to deal with suspicious-looking spots: for scaly areas, swelling, rashes, and discolored spots on the skin and for discolored spots on clothing or in a house. With these instructions, priests are able to determine whether they are clean or unclean.

The Book of Leviticus, Chapter 14 (The Voice)

A link to my personal reading of the Scriptures for friday, june 14 of 2024 with a paired chapter from each Testament (the First & the New Covenant) of the Bible along with Today’s Proverbs and Psalms

A post by John Parsons:

What is more important than finding the “path of life?”

Consciously or not, every day billions of people all over the world are seeking that which will satisfy their heart’s deepest longings for unending life, unbounded joy, and abiding pleasure. As C.S. Lewis pointed out, this ultimate longing is a “message” from another world.

Many people are seduced from heeding this message. Some believe that life consists of a series of sensual pleasures – eating, drinking, romance, sexual relations, etc., while others attempt to “lose themselves” in various kinds of entertainment. However, such fleeting moments of pleasure invariably cause an inward fragmentation of the soul, thereby weakening the will and inducing a state of forgetfulness regarding the deepest needs of life.

Others are deluded into attempting to find life by means of creating a “legacy” for themselves. To earn respect, to experience fame, or to be heroically remembered is considered the path of life. However, as Shakespeare poignantly reminds us, human history is at best a “tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.”

Still others hope to find life through various placating religious rituals and practices. In Orthodox Judaism, for example, the "Orach Chayim" is a handbook that meticulously provides a set of rules and regulations (halakhah) regarding sleeping, waking, wearing clothes, reciting blessings, observing Sabbath and the holidays, and so on. The path of life, according to the religionist, is the performance of various ritual acts in order to attain God’s approval and blessing.

In Psalm 16:11 we read: "You will show me the path of life; in your presence is fullness of joy; at your right hand are pleasures forevermore." The Hebrew verb translated "you will show me" is a hiphil (i.e., causative) form of yada’ (to know) and could better be translated “you will cause me to know,” indicating that God is active in the knowing process. Here King David, despite the anxiety he felt regarding death, voiced his trust that God’s love would personally intervene to deliver him from the prospect of physical corruption in the grave (v10).

From the New Testament, we know that this verse ultimately refers not to David (who eventually died), but to Yeshua the Messiah, the greater Son of David (Mark 12:35-6, Psalm 110:1). The apostle Peter cited this verse on the day of Pentecost (Acts 2:25-28), as did Paul at Antioch (Acts 13:35-37). Despite the grisly prospect of the crucifixion, Yeshua trusted that God, by raising him from the dead, would not allow him to suffer corruption (Matt. 16:21).

Interestingly, the word netzach (“forevermore”) denotes both “victory” and “eternity,” and reveals that Yeshua's resurrection provides the everlasting victory over the sting of death itself. Yeshua is forever enthroned at the very side of the Majesty on High as the "Key Holder" to life and death (see Rev. 1:18).

The ultimate longing we have in our hearts is really a message from God – to come to Him to have our deepest needs met. The true "orach chayim" is only found in a personal, trusting relationship with the resurrected Savior - Yeshua the Messiah (John 14:6). When we receive the message of His gracious love, our heart’s deepest longings will be truly satisfied. We will experience fullness of joy in God’s loving presence, and we will enjoy abiding pleasures in our communion with God. Amen.

[ Hebrew for Christians ]

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Psalm 16:11 reading:

https://hebrew4christians.com/Blessings/Blessing_Cards/psalm16-11-jjp.mp3

Hebrew page:

https://hebrew4christians.com/Blessings/Blessing_Cards/psalm16-11-lesson.pdf

PDF version of post:

https://hebrew4christians.com/Meditations/Orach_Chayim/psa16-11.pdf

6.14.24 • Facebook

from yesterday’s email by Israel365

Today’s message (Days of Praise) from the Institute for Creation Research

[ruminate88]

Are You Going To Fight?

I’ve had many many people come against me in life and try to put me down. I mean, my last relationship was talking to me during a suicide attack and telling me “I’m not well.” Not once did he say “it’s going to be okay” he never assured me of my value… no, he tried to devalue me but okay so what?! I still love him and think some good things towards him and I’m sad that he doesn’t love himself better than he does.

yet here I am…. You can either take the hits and fall down and fall apart or you can rise up and build your résumé…. RISE UP 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

i’m sure you already know this but just a reminder that life is not easy and life is not fair!!!! you don’t get what you want, you don’t get what you “deserve” and you really don’t deserve anything 😝 nor are you entitled to anything 😳 nothing is owed to you and you don’t owe anybody anything!!!!!!! however , your life DOES have so much meaning and value!!! you are so valuable. 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 You have no idea how much value you have, and you can’t give up 🙏🏻 you have to fight because those who fight are those who survive and get stronger and become better and greater 😁😁😁

Those whom are weak are the ones that attack you… people who are intimidated by you, want to tare you down and it took me years to realize that! otherwise, they wouldn’t have came at me so hard and I tried to love them soooo hard and care about them but they will never care about me and I have to accept that 🥺🥺🥺🥺

People that I know I can lean on and trust are the ones I keep close. I don’t trust anyone but I don’t hate anyone either. I’m not judging anybody in fact, I hope that you are ALL well. 🙏🏻🥺😁 I hope that you are happy. I hope the best for all of you and your words they do hurt, but guess what ??!! I am NOT quitting. I am going to keep being me, doing what I know to do. I am going to be OK and there’s nothing you can do about it!!!

So I woke up to some lovely hate comments on another app and I’m not surprised although it still hurts even if I can report them. Doesn’t take away what they said. Me being sensitive, wants to roll in a ball but I told myself “Since when do you give up??? Look at what all you’ve come through.. this is such a small thing.” And I encourage myself and keep going 👍🏻😎 I encourage YOU to do the same!! You know why there’s so many bullies?? Wanna know the truth?? Some of them have been hurt or feel insecure. Some of them are lost and don’t know their way. Some of them lack empathy and some of them just aren’t happy within themselves so they’ll project it onto you and finally some of them are just flat out jealous and can’t “be you” so they’ll attack you instead. Don’t sweat it.

You can NOT fix them or change them. It’s a “them problem” but you know what you can do?? You can show them grace and love. You can choose to forgive them and walk away. Love them from a distance and hope the best for them. Be the bigger person because getting on their level hurts both of you 😕 I know, I was angry so long at my ex Andrew and some days I just wished he was as sad as me but that’s not right… is it?? I should want him to be happy and healthy 👍🏻 I don’t have to trust him ever again and I’m not excusing what he did and saying he can treat me bad just that what he’s already done is over with and moving forward, I want better for him and me!! I also am trying to be a better person but one day at a time and not pushing myself beyond what’s even expected of me.

inconclusion, you’re all loved more than I can express 🙏🏻♥️ EVERYONE is loved and someone is praying for you and watches over you and is waiting to hold you so tight!!! 🥰