#Ara by Laide

[nonokoko13]

Call me Mahoro because I also think her brother is hot af Btw the plot twist in this series is that Arajin is going take his crush last name but not because of her. Sorry for the spoilers peace and love in the planet Earth

And could somebody make this Marito teddy bear real? It's a basic and essential need atp

[acediscowlng]

how is this even possible 😭😭😭😭

[yugenides]

Love Cell Character Test

OC Results:

• Ara: (ESFJ) Kind Cells • Aristos: (ISTFJ) Patient Cells • Corv: (ESTP) Charm Cells • Faris: (ESFJ) Kind Cells • Louis: (ISFP) Annoying Cells

[strnsvt]

yoon jeonghan — nurturing bonds over a bowl of fruit.

dad!jeonghan ; mom!reader

you sat at the kitchen table, the weight of the argument with your daughter still heavy on your mind. your temples throbbed with the beginnings of a headache as you tried to fight back tears, feeling like you had failed as a mother.

a gentle hand rested on your back, and you looked up to see jeonghan standing beside you, his eyes filled with concern. "hey," he murmured softly, his touch soothing. "you okay?"

you managed a weak nod, blinking back the tears threatening to spill over. "i just don't understand what's gotten into her," you admitted, "i feel like such a bad mom,"

jeonghan's expression softened as he pulled you into a comforting embrace. "hey, hey, hey, don't say that," he says, his voice gentle yet firm. "teenagers can be difficult sometimes. it's not your fault,"

despite his comforting words, you couldn't shake the feeling of inadequacy that gnawed at you, "but what if i'm doing something wrong?" you whispered, your voice barely audible as doubt crept in.

jeonghan pulled back slightly, his gaze unwavering as he met your eyes. "we'll figure it out together," he promised, his tone resolute. "i'll talk to ara, see if i can get to the bottom of this,"

you nodded, grateful for his support, yet still unsure of how to mend the rift between you and your daughter. as jeonghan made his way to ara's room, you remained seated at the table, lost in a whirlwind of self-doubt and worry.

minutes stretched into what felt like hours as you agonized over the situation, berating yourself for every imagined mistake. the sound of footsteps approaching pulled you from your thoughts, and you looked up to see jeonghan returning, a hopeful expression on his face.

"she's willing to talk," he announced, a hint of relief in his voice. "she's waiting for you,"

you swallowed hard, the knot of anxiety in your stomach tightening. "i don't know what to say," you confessed, feeling utterly lost.

jeonghan offered you a reassuring smile, his hand reaching out to squeeze yours. "just be honest," he encouraged gently. "she's our daughter, y/n. she loves you, no matter what,"

with a deep breath, you pushed yourself up from the table, determination replacing the overwhelming sense of doubt that had plagued you moments before.

retrieving a selection of fruits from the refrigerator, you laid them out on the counter, the vibrant colors a stark contrast to the heaviness weighing on your heart.

as you washed and sliced each piece of fruit with meticulous care, the rhythmic sound of the knife against the cutting board provided a comforting rhythm, grounding you in the present moment.

the familiar act of preparing food, a gesture of love and nurturing, served as a silent apology to your daughter, a tangible offering of reconciliation.

once the fruit was neatly arranged in a bowl, you took a moment to compose yourself, steeling your resolve for the conversation that lay ahead.

with the bowl in hand, you made your way to ara's room, the hallway stretching out before you like a daunting path fraught with uncertainty.

as you reached ara's door, you paused, a knot of apprehension tightening in your stomach. what if she rejected your peace offering? what if she refused to forgive you? pushing aside your doubts, you squared your shoulders and knocked softly, the sound echoing in the quiet hallway.

ara's voice called out from within, her tone guarded yet tinged with curiosity. "come in,"

pushing open the door, you stepped into her room, the familiar surroundings offering a sense of familiarity amidst the tension that hung in the air.

ara sat on her bed, her expression guarded as she watched you approach, uncertainty flickering in her eyes.

setting the bowl of fruit down on her bedside table, you met her gaze, the weight of unspoken words lingering between you. "i thought you might be hungry," you offered softly, your voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability.

ara's eyes softened slightly at your gesture, a flicker of warmth breaking through the walls she had erected. "thank you." she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

taking a seat beside her, you reached for a piece of fruit, the simple act of offering nourishment serving as a silent plea for forgiveness.

as ara accepted the fruit with a small nod, a tentative smile gracing her lips, you felt a glimmer of hope stir within you.

perhaps, in the sweetness of the moment shared over a bowl of fruit, you and your daughter could begin to mend the fractures that had formed between you, one slice at a time.

[badbtssmut]

no.11

Taehyung free using his girlfriend's bestie in a 1 week vacation even infront of her, which is a gift by his gf and her bestie for his birthday.

You always thought Taehyung was attractive. You were jealous when your friend introduced him, as you couldn’t believe she snagged him up. But, you would never share those feelings. It was inappropriate.

But then one day, when both you and Taehyung were bit tipsy, you kissed at a party. You felt guilty. Ashamed. So you left to go home and never thought anything of it. It was one kiss, and it meant nothing. You even called Ara to confess and to your shock, she was ok with it, simply commenting that Tae had told her and that it was no big deal.

“Ya know, Tae’s birthday is soon, how about we do something special?” Your friend, Ara, suggested to make taehyung’s birthday special by giving him a sexcation, and she wanted your help in making that happen.

—

It was really happening.

As soon as the night fell, you went up to the bedroom, followed shortly after by taehyung. The door had barely closed behind him before he had pressed his lips against yours. It was like he had been waiting for this moment for a very long time. You kissed back, of course, running your hands up and down his chest. His shirt came off and his body was soon exposed. Soon, both of you were naked and in the bed, Taehyung on top of you.

Ara had walked in by now, simply turning on the TV, and laid down in the bed right next to yours, placing a bowl of snacks on the nightstand, completely unfazed by the fact that the man she loved was currently kissing another woman.

He entered you, slowly and softly. His movements gentle. You let out a moan, but it was soon muffled by his mouth as he kissed you once more.

“Mm, your cock feels so good…” You whispered against his lips.

“I bet it does, you are so wet for me already.” Taehyung whispered back, moving in and out of you in a slow rhythm.

You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to just enjoy the moment. You felt like you were on cloud 9, the sensation of him inside of you, the sound of him grunting in your ear... and the fact that Ara was literally watching you two do it, turned you on even more.

The whole experience was unlike anything else you had ever felt before. It was so erotic, so wrong and yet so exciting.

After a few minutes of this slow rhythm, he picked up the pace, his movements becoming harder and faster.

“Mm…” You spread your legs further. “Just like that… keep going just like that…” You squeezed your eyes shut, holding on to the sheets tightly.

Fuck, is this what your friend was feeling? Is this what it felt like to get fucked by such a hot guy?

Taehyung pulled out and flipped you around so you were on your knees.

You gasped, feeling him enter you from behind. You didn't even know why, but the idea of getting fucked like this in front of your friend was just making it all the more arousing.

He held on to your hips, and began pounding into you. Your pussy was now stretched wide, and the feeling of his throbbing cock slamming in and out was overwhelming.

"Oh, Tae... oh!" You buried your head into the pillow, each thrust bringing you closer.

His hips rocked forward with each thrust, and he grunted in pleasure. "Good girl, take my cock." You heard him praise you.

Taehyung gripped your hips tighter and continued to thrust. You were so tight around him, and you could feel every inch of him inside of you.

“Oh fuck!” You whimpered, overcome by pleasure. This was so good, you didn’t want it to end. You bounced your body back and forth to match his thrusts, earning pleasurable moans from him.

You were on the brink of climax. You tried to hold back, but it was too much. The sight of your friend watching you from the side, the feeling of his cock in your pussy, and the sound of his grunts were all too much. And just like that, you came. A wave of pleasure washed over you. You felt so relieved, yet also exhausted. You collapsed onto the bed, feeling the mattress creak beneath your weight.

Taehyung gave one last thrust, burying himself deep inside of you, before he groaned and filled you up with his cum. He then pulled out and rolled onto the bed next to you. You looked over at him, your breathing still heavy, and he gave you a sweet smile.

You were sad about it ending, but you knew you had six more days left.

[bruhnze]

Apple tarts and tiramisu - Part 7

Summary ''Apple tarts and tiramisu'': Lucy just moved to Barcelona, you offer to teach her Spanish. Reader gets into a relationship with Lucy Bronze who she met while she served her an apple tart.

Other parts: masterlist

SMUT - MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 7k (a long one)

Apple tarts and tiramisu - Part 7

It was 6.30 and you woke up from your alarm and tried to reach your phone to put it off, but the arms around you kept you from doing so. Lucy held you in a tight embrace and groaned ''do you have to go''.

You chuckled and kissed her hands that you brought up before you freed yourself from them. ''maybe we did make it a bit too late last night?''.

Last night Lucy had proudly shown you the towel she had laid down on the bed, impressively, the bed was still completely clean and she was able to join you in the bath right away. In the bathtub where Lucy had shown some other things she could appearantly do, you had had another orgasm and after that Lucy had dried you and put on one of her shirts for you, she had carried you to the bed and when she had laid you down, peppering you with soft kisses you had wanted to pull Lucy in to cuddle but she had stood back up ''sorry baby, i have to walk Narla, but you can go sleep, i'll join you as soon as im back''. Sighing you had agreed and you hadn't woken up when she had gotten back.

''No not for me'' Lucy said priggishly but then she laughed ''but you seemed pretty tired indeed''.

You could only agree ''yes, it's true, i was pretty tired, but i had a great night'' you smirked.

Lucy got also up from the bed, joining you on 'your' side of her bed, pressing herself against you ''i had a great night too'' she whispered in your ear before kissing your neck and the side of your head.

You almost got lost in the feeling but then you remembered the coffeeshop ''hm, Luce sadly i do have to go in like 15 minutes''.

The defender hummed dissatisfied ''quick shower together?''.

''hmm mkay'' You said ''if i can borrow some clothes, because i now realise that i only have my dress here and i dont think that would be appropriate for the shop''.

Lucy agreed and a quick 10 minutes later you were standing naked infront of her closet ''i dont care, you can pick anything'' Lucy said as she was looking at you, or rather, staring at you.

''Lucy!''

''what?''

''don't look at my ass, maybe help me find something fitting''. you said as you waved infront of her face ''don't distract, my mom is bringing thing over at the shop at 6.55 and its a 5 minute walk from yours to the shop so im kinda in a rush here''.

Lucy smiled ''Elena?''

''yeah my mom, you know, the one and only''.

''i'll walk with you, i can walk Narla, two birds one stone'' Lucy said as she quickly put on some underwear, sweats and a t-shirt.

You also took briefs from the drawer ''kinda hot to wear yours'' you stated as you put them on, after that you retrieved your bra from somewhere in the room and put that on before coming back to the closet and taking another look at what you could wear.

..

''You look cute'' Lucy said in while the two of you were standing in the elevator with Narla.

''the pants don't fit'' you pouted.

''it's a baggy fit '' Lucy said shrugging her shoulders ''it looks cute''.

You looked at your phone that buzzed ''shit Luce, its 6.55 already my mom is calling''.

''answer her, were there in 3 minutes'' Lucy said as you walked out of the building.

you answered your mom in Catalan, telling her you'd be there in a second.

..

"ah ara ho entenc!" (ah now I get it) Your mom called out when she saw you and Lucy walking towards the shop.

She was already starting to put some chairs where they belonged ''oh mom, you don't have to do that, you have other things to do, sorry im late''.

"No nadó, you're not even that late and I see a smile on your face and besides i have the bakery all ready, got there early this morning, only thing I have to do is open the door, I just happened to want to help you this morning." your mom said to you in Catalan while you gave her a hug.

''Really? so you have to leave at 8.30?''

''i want the bakery open at 9.00 so i'll leave a bit before that'' your mom said as she ended your hug ''come lets go inside'' she said loudly and waved to Lucy who was waiting at bit of a distance still.

´´huh , are you shy now Lucy?'' you said encouraging her to come in.

The three of you and Narla stood inside, your mom gave her some pats ''and how did it go Lucy? ets la meva nora ara?" (are you my daughter-in-law now?).

Lucy looked confused and searched your eyes for a translation. You blushed ''mom is asking something about you being her daughter-in-law now''.

''Ah yes Elena, thank you for the advice, y/n did say yes so i guess that could call me a meva nova?''.

Your mom hugged Lucy laughingly ''nora, meva nora, nova means new''.

''Nova meva nora'' Lucy said proudly.

''yeah but then i would have to say'' you mom laughed ''you have say: sóc la teva nora'' (im your daughter in law).

You cringed ''maybe lets keep it at baking mom, or take some more english lessons from me first''.

Your mom walked over to the counter pulling Lucy with her ''my English is okay, no?''. She asked Lucy.

''Yeah i think your great'' Lucy smiled.

''mom you cant ask her, she's is esbiaixat cada dia escolto Elena, Elena, Elena''. (she's biased every day I hear Elena, Elena, Elena).

''im just a fan'' Lucy shrugged ''a fan of Elena and her work''.

''Yes'' your mom called out ''you two ate esmorzar?'' (Breakfast).

''No'' you said ''was planning to just eat something while opening up''.

''i thought so'' your mom said, knowing you always liked to eat one of her freshly baked pastries ''i can open up the...'' she searched for words ''here'' she said and waved around ''and you give Lucy desayuno y macha and for yourself also'' (breakfast).

You adored the way your mom tried her best to communicate in english ''are you sure mom? i can open up.''

''no, i told you im done with the bakery, i planned to help you this morning''

''bueno'' you mutter and you throw yourself into making breakfast ''Luce come sit'' you say as you see Lucy still standing ''want some freshly baked bread?''.

''yes, oh im so happy to have joined you'' Lucy smiled ''but even without the bread i would've been''.

''and without my mom?'' You challenge.

''hmm'' Lucy pretended to think ''im joking baby, i wanted to come anyways, why'd you think i was getting dressed with you, i just got more exited hearing your mom was going to be here aswell, she's just so nice''.

You smiled because you saw your mom standing behind Lucy now, your mom winked at you and continued setting up the shop. Lucy hadn't noticed you looking away.

''well i guess i'll just be happy about it then'' you shrug as you prepare the things you need to make Lucy an iced macha.

Lucy stood up, walked behind the counter and hugged you ''i hope you are happy, i want to make you the happiest''.

You grinned ''you know what would help?''.

''no?''.

''i hate going into the cold room in the morning, but I need 1 pack of milk, 2 packs of soya, 1 pack of almond and 1 pack of cashew'' you pouted.

Lucy smiled ''ofcourse i will get it for you''.

''dont try to get everything at once, i dont want to mop'' you warn her as she disappears in to the back.

As you go and cut up some bread you see your mom shaking her head at you, you smile innocently.

After a second you realise you didn't even give Lucy instructions on how te coldroom looked and where she could find all these milks, but just as you wanted to go check she came back, and ofcourse holding all five milks at once''.

You rolled your eyes ''show off''.

''or you could say thank you?''.

''thank you''.

''no problem, anything for my little princess''.

You blushed and gave her a push, just as she had sat everything on the counter ''don't call me that infront of people''.

''pretty girl?''.

''mkay''.

''kiss?''.

You looked at your mom, who was apparently already done setting up the shop and had now evidently started extracurriculars, you didn't know where this woman got her energy, but she was cleaning the windows.

''okay then''.

''geez, don't get to excited'' Lucy chuckled.

You rolled your eyes and gave her a kiss.

///

That afternoon you were almost closing the shop when your mom came in ''hey mom'' you said to her in spanish ''what brings you here?''.

''I just had a question about whether a celebration could be held in the cafe this afternoon, but Dad and I are going to dinner with friends tonight so i have to get ready for that, that's why i actually wanted to ask if you have time? It's a small get togheter, someone is announcing they're pregnant and they said it won't be too late." ''but i wanted to ask you before agreeing''. ''and to see if i did still have cake in the freezer''.

''Yeah we have 3 cakes and some in the display case that is still good, i put it there today'' ''and yes i can stay here''

''no Lucy date?''

''no, i don't know, we actually didn't talk about any future plans'' then your remembered you hadn't checkt your phone all day ''wait let me check my phone''.

You saw a lot of texts but didn't care, only searching for one name, Lucy apple tart.

@Lucy apple tart: miss you xx (9:10)

@Lucy apple tart: we're having lunch now (13:10)

@Lucy apple tart: hope you also have some time for that (13:11)

@Lucy apple tart: *selfie of Lucy with a tattooed blonde* (14:46)

@Lucy apple tart: Mapi says hi, she wants to meet the person i keep talking about (14:46)

@Lucy apple tart: thats you btw (14:47)

@Lucy apple tart: busy day? (15:03)

@Lucy apple tart: what r we going to do later, yours or mine? i was just thinking we haven't talked about our week schedules (15:21)

@Lucy apple tart: im now going to shower maybe we can call after?

You were smiling at your phone as your mom came closer and tried to read with you ''mom, privacy!''.

Your mom smiled ''sorry pequeña, was curious, have you not send her a message this whole day?''

''it was busy, i didn't think about it'' you said as you were typing a respons to your girlfriend.

@y/n: sorry, very busy xx

@y/n: shower selfie is also always welcome just so you know

@y/n: but the one with Mapi was cute too

@y/n: i actually have to work extra this afternoon, a group asked if they could celebrate something here, it was a last minute thing..

You saw Lucy was online now.

@Lucy apple tart: *selfie of Lucy in a towel*

@y/n: hot xx

@Lucy apple tart: im free tomorrow morning

@y/n: meet up tomorrow then?

*Incoming call from @Lucy apple tart*

''oh she's calling, but yes anyways mom, you can tell them to come'' You said as your mom was rummaging around at the counter.

''hey Lucy'' you said as you accepted the call ''sorry hadn't seen your messages, just opened up my phone for the first time today''.

''its okay cutie, i was just wondering if i could help you this afternoon?''.

''what? work at the shop with me?''.

''yes, doing the catering with you seems fun, this morning we were a great team, right''.

''Luce, you're a footballer, i can't ask you to serve coffee''.

''you're not, im offering''.

''your crazy''.

''about you yeah''.

You laughed and rolled your eyes, not that Lucy could see but still. This just seemed so crazy to you, no one you had ever dated had made such efforts for you.

''how late does it start?'' Lucy asked.

''they'll be here in an hour and a half or something and they'll be gone at eight, is what they promised, but you know Spaniards, so might get later''.

''what are the celebrating or do you not know?'' Lucy said.

''i dont know, it's a bit vague, but i believe someone's pregnant''

''ohh that's cute''.

''yup so i'll be serving cake and drinks''.

''and you'll have an amazing assistant''

You chuckled ''you don't have too Luce''.

''it's a family buisness right''.

You freezed and got a lump in your throat ''y-yeah''.

''and i'm la teva nora so i'm helping you''

You laughed ''oh yeah, are you my daughter in law now?''.

Lucy laughed now too ''oh shit, i need to revise that, don't i''.

''yeah probably'' you grinned, maybe get lessons from me and not my mom.

''hey'' you heard your mom yell behind you ''i can be a great teacher too''.

''yeah mom maybe lessons in baking and cooking, but language'' you shook your head ''not so much''.

''i'll be up for that'' Lucy said from the phone ''ELENA I WILL COME TO YOU FOR COOKING LESSONS''.

''she wont hear you'' you chuckled.

''i hear'' your mom said, now standing closer to you ''hi Lucy, i'll teach you any time, or you can come over just for tasting, is also good for me''.

You groaned as she had taken the phone from you, but you didn't think the chances of your mom handing your phone back were very high so you got to work setting some things up for the party that was gonna be held in the bar later.

..

Your mom handed your phone back "Lucy will come help you this afternoon".

"I know" you said.

"She's sweet" your mom stated.

You agree and tell her about her meeting your friends, but you dont mention the teasing part, as she doesnt know the history of how your bestfriend became your bestfriend. You just tell her how everyone got along immidiatly.

///

Your mom had left and it was about 45 minutes until the group would be there.

You heard the door and looked up from you phone wanting to say that the caffee was closed, but then you saw Lucy.

You smiled "did you walk Narla already?"

"Yup, 30 minute walk"

"Gosh, is it that late already?"

Lucy looked at her phone "about 40 minutes left".

"Oh good"

"What were you up to?"

"Oh just some catching up on my phone" you sighed "hadnt had the chance all day".

Lucy was now standing next to you "tired?".

You smiled "a bit , tired but happy".

"Good"

"How was your day? And who is Mapi?"

Lucy smiled "my day was great, i was quite early at the gym so got some things done before practice, then team training, them gym again but with the team, then i had physio-lunch-physio and i was with Mapi for that so we were talking for a bit, she's a teammate, very funny girl and she's learning me some Catalan too, after that we had some analysis".

"Pfew, also quite busy"

"Tired but happy" Lucy repeated the words you had said earlier.

"You know what could add to the happieness?" You ask her as she's leaning against the counter.

She grinned "i know a few things yes"

You shot one of your eyebrows up "such as?"

"Hmm" she contemplated "most things im thinking of are not really things for here, so a kiss for now"

You smile "i was also thinking about a kiss" you say as you're leaning in.

"Maybe we should then"

Your lips touch eachother "I dont know, maybe".

You feel Lucy's lips form a smile as you kiss them. As you take her bottom lip softly in between your own you feel your stomach flutter.

You reach up to hold the face that has gotten weirdly familiar these last weeks. And as you taste her, with a hint of banana that she probably just ate, you feel nothing but contentedness for the minutes the kiss lasts.

Lucy is the first to pull away "i really do get happy from kissing you.."

"But?" You chuckle sensing urge in her voice.

"I have to pee really bad, sorry, do you have a toilet in the back?"

"Ofcourse, its opposite of the cooler or you can use the one for guests, thats there" you say pointing at a door at the back of the caffee.

She gives you one more peck "be right back"

"Take you time" you chuckle "dont forget to wash your hands".

"Ew im not a baby" Lucy rolled her eyes.

"Hmm, im the manager here so im the one in charge" you jokingly say as Lucy is walking to the bathroom.

Just before she goes through the door she says "whatever you say pretty princess".

You blush but Lucy doesnt see it as she's already gone. You realise that her using these pet names in a belittling way, take you back to last night, and when you think back about last night a blush forming on your cheeks cannot be stopped.

You stare out infront of you, mind wondering of to last night again and you dont realise Lucy coming back moments later.

With flushed cheeks and a slightly parted mouth you turn around at the calling of your name.

"Aw, youre so tired arent you?" Lucy said softly as she hugged you from behind. When she placed her chin on your shoulder she felt your warm cheeks "oh shit, your not getting stick are you?"

You blush harder and cleared your throat "uhm n-no Lucy, i-im, i was a bit distracted".

Lucy was not convinced "fever from a distraction".

You turned around in her embrace and rolled your eyes ''i'll tell you but you're not making fun off me''.

''i promise?'' Lucy said as she looked at you expectantly.

You whisper in her ear ''i was a little distracted thinking about last night, because of what you called me before you went to the bathroom''.

Lucy grinned and looked at her phone ''30 minutes'' she said as she wiggled her eyebrows.

''Lucy!'' your eyes grew wide ''we cant just- what if they're early''.

''cooling room?''

''i'll freeze my tits off''.

Lucy snorted ''you really hate the thing don't you?''

Then you get an idea ''you need an apron still''.

''okay? then i'll put one on''.

''the aprons are hanging in the office''.

''office?''.

''yeah if you can call it that, its a small room with a desk and a computer and a coat rack''.

''desk hmm''

''yeah with a computer that has the camera footage of the shop and the front door''.

''so we know when they're here''.

''yes, i sit there sometimes when the shop is empty, ill just chill there and if i see anyone i'll go back''.

''Let's get me an apron then'' Lucy smirked.

You pulled Lucy along with you to the 'office' and put the monitor on.

''Ooh it's a good thing you didn't agree to cooler room'' Lucy said when she saw that room also had a camera ''this one isn't being filmed right?''.

You laughed ''no luckily not, and also all footage is automatically deleted after 24h''.

''can't it be safed?''

''yeah it can, but then you'll have to do that by hand on this computer''.

''ah i see''. Lucy said as she prompted you up the desk and kissed you. As the kiss deepened, Lucy's hips grinded into yours and her hand travelled south.

''i fear i have ruined your underwear'' you say as you break away from the kiss, feeling the wet patch between your legs and remembering your wearing hers.

''mhm kissing you is just so good, but even looking at you-

''im wearing your underwear'' you chuckled.

Lucy looked at you confused ''ohhhh yeah right, we were both talking about that righttt'' she tried.

''two pairs ruined then'' you grinned ''how long we got?''.

Lucy looked at the computer screen ''hm, where's the time''.

Just as you wanted to point to the time you saw two people entering the store ''mierda''.

Lucy groaned ''where's the fucking apron, lets serve these people and get home''.

You chuckled and jumped of the desk to hand her a black apron ''try to behave''. ''and most important is costumer service''.

Lucy looked at you smugly ''you were the one daydreaming, im just the assistant''.

''oh rightttt'' you role your eyes ''my wet assistant''.

Lucy shrugged ''empathize with you''.

You give her one more quick kiss before hurrying to the front of the caffee together ''we'll empathize with eachother later''.

''Hello'' you say ''im Y/n , this is Lucy, we'll be your servers for the get together, what was the plan?''.

''oh my husband and me came a little earlier because we have the cake with us, we rented another place originally but they had a gass leak or something, so we had to find something quick and my abuela knows your mom so she fixed it'' the woman said ''there are about 35 people coming and inside the cake is either blue or pink to know if it is a girl or a boy''.

Oh, you thought, this isn't an pregnancy announcement but a gender reveal, and they brought their own cake..

The afternoon had gone by quickly, the group of guests had been nice and apparently had a dinner planned after this, so they did all leave before eight.

During the gathering Lucy had helped you very good, but she had also been a bit distracting as she seemed to make a point of it to touch you at every opportunity she could find. From your hands brushing when both working on a cup of coffee or tea, to her full on grabbing your ass when you were wiping the counter as all the guests where served and busy with their party.

The bar was empty again and Lucy and you were cleaning up.

''How late do we have to be here tomorrow?''

''we? i have to be here at 6.55.. you don't have to, you have a free morning''.

''what if we mop and put the chairs back on the floor instead of having to put them back tomorrow morning''

You laugh ''safes only 5 minutes and we'll have an unevenly dried floor''.

''hm''.

''let's just stick to the routine Bronzey, get it over with and head home''

Lucy laughed and finished getting all the chairs inside and up the tables ''shall we order food when we're home, i feel like we've done enough today''.

''sure'' you say when you've finished the counter/kitchen area ''i'll mop, if you put all that stuff in the cooling room'' you request to Lucy.

''ofcourse pretty girl''

When the two of you are walking to Lucy's building you let her hand go because you wanted to check your phone.

Lucy looked at you confused ´´are you too warm?''

You chuckle ''no, im gonna text mom that the guests were great''.

Lucy smiled and put her hand on the small of your back.

When you opened your phone you saw some texts from your mom.

@mare: you're free tomorrow, forgot to tell you

@mare: when i got the phonecall for the reservation this afternoon i tried the others first but no one could work on such short notice, someone offered to come in tomorrow, so i thought why not, you deserve some rest

@mare: i love you

You typed a short recap of the afternoon/night and thanked her for the unexpected off day.

''my mom has given me a day off tomorrow'' you said cheerfull.

''really?''

''yeah because i took this on''.

''ah, that's sweet''.

''yes she is sweet'' you were silent for a second before asking ''do you want to walk Narla together?''.

''first?''.

''what first?''.

Lucy laughed ''do you want to walk Narla as soon as we're home?''.

''yeah''.

''sure, we can do that''.

///

After the two of you had walked the dog you were now back at Lucy's appartment. During the walk Lucy had insisted several times that Narla had really walked enough and requested to go home again.

After Lucy had freed Narla from the leash she blocked your way and pushed you against the wall.

Lucy looked at you smiling before leaning in to kiss you, you kissed her back but not with much attention and it didn´t go unnoticed by Lucy.

´´what´s up?''.

''i want to take a shower, i feel dirty, i've been running around all day''.

She smiled ''you're not dirty pretty little girl''.

''lucy'' you rolled your eyes ''i can take a shower as you order dinner right? we have to wait for the food anyways''.

''oh right'' Lucy sighed ''food''.

You frowned ''Bronzey that doesn't smile at the mention of food? did come home with an imposter?''. You acted shocked and pushed Lucy away from you dramatically but carrefully and walked backwards towards the livingroom ''don't touch me i have a girlfriend'' you walk back to her ''wait'' you grinned ''maybe you could help me'' you held a hand up ''she's about this tall'' ''she loves her dog, Narla'' ''she's a fan of my mom, Elena'' ''and lastly, she's always up for food, like it's her main- wait'' you thought for a second ''i don't know main, but probably shared biggest obsession, food and football''.

Lucy looked at you like you were crazy which made you chuckle ''so if you've seen her..'' you tried.

She shook her head ''you're so crazy''.

''you signed up for it'' you shrugged.

Lucy laughed and stepped closer to you again, pulling you against her body ''and i love it'' she whispered ''but seeing you in my clothes, knowing you wore them all day, then you tell me you've ruined my boxers and before i can feel that for myself we get interruped, kinda makes my head crazy and i haven't been thinking straight, honestly, i haven't since this morning''.

You laughed softly and leaned in to kiss her.

''Order food?'' you say as you pulled back from the kiss, deciding you really wanted to take that shower.

Lucy was perplexed and frozen, "Aren't you going to say anything else?" she said, almost disappointed.

You smiled ''yeah i should probably get some of my clothes here''.

''n-no, i-i mean, yeah you should probably, especially pants, but -uhm- you can always wear mine, i like it''.

You chuckled ''you just told me it was distracting''.

''good distracting'' Lucy said as she came closer to you again ''like, i want to repeat last night - distracting''. she smiled as she leaned down to whisper in your ear ''and you have been thinking about it too pretty girl''. she kissed your ear, and gently grazed your earlobe between her teeth ''you told me yourself''.

A shiver ran down your spine as you melt into Lucy's touch ''but i do want to take a shower luce'' you said, the words almost coming out as a whine.

Lucy smiled ''shower together?''.

''you have already showered twice today''.

''life of an athlete''.

''what about food ordering?''

The cheekiest grin covered Lucy's face ''okay, i'll order food, you go shower pretty girl''.

You are a bit suspicious but you accept it and give Lucy one last kiss before you walk to the bathroom and undress there.

You throw your clothes in the laundry basket and turn on the water.

The bathroom door opened ''what would you like to eat?''. Lucy asked while stepping in with her iPad.

You just stepped into the shower and closed the door "um, I honestly don't care" you say loud enough to be heard above the sound of the water "what are you thinking about?".

Lucy opened the shower door ''sorry couldn't hear you'' ''uhm i was thinking about maybe just burgers?''.

On the inside you rolled your eyes at Lucy's obvious plan to barge in while you were showering but you tell yourself not to show anything.You wanted to put on a show for her without being as obvious as her, you felt a sudden urge to drive Lucy crazy.

''yeah a burger sounds good, which one are you ordering?''. you say as put some soap in your hand, ready to lather up your hair, you squeezed the botlle gently, making a really small amount drip out, very slowly. When you had enough product in your hand you turned around, now standing towards the shower, and arched a little while spreading the shampoo through your hair.

You open one eye when it stays silent and turned your head towards her ''which burger are you getting?'' you asked nonchalantly.

Before you closed your eye again and turned your head back, you saw Lucy swallowing hard, and you knew you were on the right track.

''u-uhm, just a normal burger i think, don't want to go to crazy and a salad instead of fries sadly, but i'll order you fries so i can steal one''.

You chuckled ''okay, for me a cheese burger please'', Lucy watched the way your muscles shook as you laughed, but used the moment you rinsed your hair out to quickly put in the order. She put the iPad away on the sink as it had told her it would be a 40-60 minute wait untill the food whould be there.

When your hair was washed you went on to wash your body, after putting some soap on your hands you started massaging your breasts a litte, trying not to overdo and not to look at Lucy, after that you washed the rest before coming back to your boobs once more.

''you like that?''. You heard Lucy say, her voice sounded pretty wounded up already. You were smug with yourself, knowing your little show had turned her on.

You looked at her slowly and pretended not to know what she was talking about ''huh'' you asked innocently ''what?''.

You noticed Lucy's flushed cheeks and her eyes darting all over your body, she took a second to reframe ''i think your boobs are clean''. she said in a playful tone ''or should i help you scrubbig, as you already went over them twice''.

'''didn't know i had a supervisor'' you shot back, while turning the shower off.

''think you did'' Lucy said with a dark voice ''now that im thinking about it, i suspect you were even putting on a little show''.

You blush but deny ''oh, take your head out of the gutter, i was just washing myself''.

''liars get punished'' Lucy stated ''but luckily you're just a pretty little innocent girl, right?''.

You nod and sign lucy to hand you a towel.

Lucy ignored you and said ''food will be here in give or take 50 minutes by the way, probably quite busy'' she shrugged ''strange for a tuesday night, but okay''.

''Luce, can you hand me a towel?''

''towel?''.

''yeah, from behind you''.

''i dont know what a towel is''.

You rolled your eyes ''that rectangular dark gray piece of fabric behind you, which is rolled up and lies on the shelf with 5 other rolls''.

Lucy takes a towel from the shelf ''would you say i just lied?''.

You chuckle ''no? why?''.

''ahhh'' Lucy said ''now i see, you didn't know what a lie is'' pointing at you with the towel.

A blush crept up your cheeks ''Lucy'' you stepped closer to her, trying to take the towel ''stop teasing''.

Lucy grinned ''i'm teasing?'' ''who was the one dancing around naked?''.

''Wow Luce, we are standing in the bathroom, where i warned you i was going to take a shower'' you narrowed your eyes at her playfully ''i suspect you were planning to watch me shower all along''.

Now Lucy broke her facade too and chuckled ''okay i'll admit it, i could hear you perfectly fine, i opened the showerdoor to look at you''.

''oh I wouldn't have guessed'' you said jokingly.

You saw Lucy's gaze fixed on your ass once again this day and remembered how she had looked at it this morning too ''dios mio luce why do you keep looking at my ass like that?''.

Lucy blushed ''o-oh im sorry, i just'' .. ''looking like what?''.

''Luce!''.

''i left a.. mark apparently''.

''i have a hickey on my ass??'' you chuckled.

''yeahh''. Lucy face got a darker shade of red then she had when she'd just played a 90 minutes match.

You grinned ''and you liked to see that?''.

''yeah'' Lucy said as she looked at the ground.

“might let you make another one,” you said, trying to ease her embarrassment and get her back to being smug.

Lucy's head coced back up, she smiled. You recognised a sertain lust in her eyes, but it was a bit more then that ''yeah you are''.

''oh?'' you say ''tell me more''.

She smirked ''i'm just marking what's mine''.

''oh right, so when others see my ass they know it's taken'''. you rolled your eyes ''i don't want more hickey's on my ass''.

Lucy narrowed her eyes and looked at you ''others are looking at your ass?''.

''i'm going to the beach with my friends saturday'' you thought for a second ''but it's tuesday now so it'll probably be gone by then''.

''that's why you need a new one''.

''nuh-uh, you can pick somewhere thats hidden''.

''tskk'' Lucy sucked air between her tongue and teeth ''i'll change your mind''. .. ''am i going to this beach thing?''.

you laughed ''i mean you could, but it's more something for me and a couple of girls, and by the way.. don't you have to work?''.

''football?''.

''yeah football, don't you have a game?''.

''oh yeah, on sunday, oh by the way it's a very important one, against Real Madrid, i wanted to invite you .. and your friends too if you want''.

''yfs/n ?''

''yeah her too, but if you'd like you could just send a text to the groupchat, if they'd like to come they can get a ticket''.

''hm, that's fun, i'll ask them'' you were now basicly pressed against Lucy, who did wear clothes, clothes you had now made wet. ''can i have that towel now?''.

Lucy smirked ''the price is a kiss''.

You kissed Lucy without missing a beat, you didn't need to be told twice.

When Lucy pulled you in even closer to deepen the kiss, you broke away from her ´´wait, im making you wet Luce, let me dry off first´´.

Lucy didn´t say anything but her cheeky grin said everything you needed to know ´´you´re so dirty minded´´ you said rolling your eyes and pulled the towel from her hands.

Lucy kept standing there, leaning against the counter, watching you dry off ´´it´s your fault you know´´ she said with a low voice after a minute.

´´myeah?''. You said currently bended over trying to dry your hair.

''yeah, i mean look at you, so perfect'' Lucy said dreamily.

You stood straight again and studied her face ''well, im dry now, so we can kiss again''.

Lucy seemed to still be in her own world she said ''im going to pick you up'' it came out as statement, rather than a question.

you frowned, but before you could question what she meant you realised she was doing exactly as she said and was not talking figuratively. You let out a small yelp as you were being carried to the bed.

''i warned you''.

You chuckled ''what are you doing Luce''.

Lucy dropped you on the bed ''were starting where we left off in the office''. she crawled on top of you and starting kissing your neck. Preventing you to form any thoughts in your head other then Lucy,Lucy,Lucy.

Lucy pulled her short up a bit at her right leg and pressed her thigh between your legs, while kissing you from your neck, to your jaw and eventually your lips, softly biting your bottom one, she carefully positioned her knee against your center. Gently rocking against you in a shared rhythm with the kiss.

You moaned into Lucy's mouth when a slight shift of her weight caused her to press in to you just right, you felt your wetness coating her leg.

Lucy felt it too and broke the kiss, with a gentle kiss she whispered in your ear ''not so dry after all, hm?''.

you groaned at her words and your thighs flexed against hers, trying to keep her there, but she was gone. . well not really gone . . but she was not pressed against you anymore, she sat back on the bed.

You were squirming on the bed, desperate for her touch, your eyes opened and you picked your head up to look at Lucy.

Lucy was rubbing her hands along your upper legs, thumbs grazing the inside of your thighs making your pussy flutter ´´you´re so incredibly beautiful you know´´she said, her gaze not leaving your body.

Your cheeks flushed at her words ´´l-luce''.

She lowered her head down to your body and kissed your lower belly, then your hips and slowly worked her way to your thighs. In between kisses where every now and then there was some tooth and tongue between them, she whispered loving words.

When she finally licked your core you groaned ''fuck luce, like that, por favor''.

''you taste so good''.

Another moan left you throat when she burried herself deeper between you legs, sucking and licking, getting you closer and closer to the edge.

You grabbed Lucy's hair directing her how you needed her, she let you guide her and you felt her groan against your center.

''f-fuck lucy im s-so close'' you whimpered.

Lucy stuck her tongue inside you and worked you to your climax. You came with her name rolling off your tongue and your legs crushing her head.

She stayed there until you relaxed completely. With a few soft kisses she crawled back up to face you.

''beautiful''. she whispered to you, seeing you laying there with flushed cheeks and slightly watery eyes.

You smiled as you regained some energy, you cupped her face and guided her towards your own, pulling her in for a kiss. You loved to taste yourself in the womans mouth, it was something you couldn't get enough of, but right now you wanted to taste her in your mouth.

As the kiss went from tender to heated you tried to turn the two of you over, she didn't make it easy for you but eventually you got on top of her.

She was still wearing a t-shirt and her shorts but you didn't have time for all that so you pulled her underwear and shorts off at once. At the sight of her wet pusy your mouth started to water ''you're so wet'' you said but it sounded more like a statement.

Lucy blushed and spoke quietly ''told ya''.

You chuckled ''can't wait to taste you'' you whispered before giving her one more kiss.

As you pulled away from the kiss you tugged her bottom lip between your teeth, probably biting a little harder as would be pleasant, but it resulted in a soft whimper-y moan escaping Lucy's throat.

You put that discovery somewhere in your head to investigate further at another time, right now you were desperate for her taste.

You lowered down, skipping everything and just went straight to her core. As you licked at her wetness she became a whimpering mess, her thighs shook and you looked up to see she had hid her face under her arm.

You grinned against her, but refocussed on what you were doing, wanting to get her off too, thinking the extensive caressing could be done later, for now you wanted to hear, feel and taste her coming undone.

You flattened your tongue against Lucy's wetness, holding her hips with your hands. ''Dios'' you groaned, lapping up her folds, realising how slick she was ''all for me?''.

Lucy hummed affirmative, appearently not able to form words, but you spared her and went back to it, after gently working her up, feeling her tense below you, you figured she was starting to get close and tried to contain the rythm you had set. When her hand found your head you knew you were doing it right.

Just as she was about to come the intercom rang, you and Lucy were startled and looked at eachother. Lucy closer her eyes and pushed your head back against her, you were still a bit confused, thinking about what it could be, but got back to were you were, until, the intercom went off again and then it hit Lucy 'fuck' she said with a crack in her voice ''the food''.

You quickly got off the bed and got to the intercom ''sorry, yeah i'll open the door''.

Lucy had followed you in to the livingroom and was rummaging through a bag and pulled out her wallet, you saw she had put on the shorts from earlier, you however, were completely naked.

''maybe you should answer the door when he's up'' you joked.

Lucy chuckled ''yeah, no way i'll you open the door like that''.

Just as you were going to comment something about you deciding things on your own the doorbell rang ''get out of eyesight babe'' Lucy said as she walked to the frontdoor.

''thank you'' you heared Lucy say to the delivery person ''i know i payed online but here's some extra money as a tip, sorry for the waiting''.

''ah no problemo, muchas gracias'' you heard a guy voice say.

The door shut and Lucy came back with a white paper bag. She placed it on the kitchencouter and looked at you, you were leaning against the opposite counter, standing naked against the sink.

The two of you broke out in laughter ''Oh god'' Lucy groaned ''i completely forgotten about that, worst timing ever''.

''back to bed?''. you ask.

''the food 'll get cold'' Lucy pouted.

''mkay, i just thought about you'' you shrugged ''i couldn't think about food right now if i were you''.

You stepped towards Lucy and pinned her against the other counter ''but i guess i'll finish the burger first then'' you said as you traced your finger along the edge of her shorts, making you realise she hadn't put her briefs back on.

She gulped ''o-or bed first?'' she said with an unsteady voice.

You grinned and put your hand up her shirt, feeling her abs bulge below your finger tips, you traced them before lowering to the floor on your knees.

Lucy pulled her shorts down quickly and stepped out of them, you chuckled smugly ''eager?''.

To your surprise Lucy actually admitted ''mhm'' ''you were doing so good pretty girl''.

You hold Lucy's legs, guiding them to part a little more, and let your tongue travel along her again. One of Lucy's hands grips the counter as the other finds the back of your head again.

She pulled you closer to her, imposing you in a way that hits her right ''like that pretty girl'' she groaned.

With your head bobbing between her legs, back at the pace you had left at you felt her hips buckle, you gripped tighter onto her legs and with a few more seconds you felt Lucy coming undone.

After lapping up her wetness she pushed your head away gently, you got up and went in to kiss her. She had a dopey smile on her face, the smile made your heart skip a beat, she was perfect.

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Part 8 coming soon xx , i hope you liked part 7.

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Love in the Big City TV Series Episodes 1 &2: The Loneliness of Conformity and Nonconformity

[Wondering what’s going on here? In Feb-Mar of this year a bunch of us agreed to read the Love in the Big City novel one part per week and write pieces in response to the novel and @bengiyo’s excellent discussion questions weekly, which was a fantastic experience. @lurkingshan did the driving and wrangling and organizing, and compiled all of the meta from that period here . Now we’re watching and responding the series on the same cadence, 1 part (2 episodes) per week, and Shan is once again wrangling us and Ben is again providing excellent discussion questions to help inspire responses. Like last time, rather than answer the discussion questions directly, I’ll let them inform the directions my thoughts take. Also re: romanization, I’m going to use Go Yeong for the TV adaptation and Young for the novel since they seem to have standardized his name to “Yeong” at least on Viki, and that provides some distinction which is convenient]. 

In my written response to part 1 of the novel I talked about how Young was an unreliable narrator, because he was so dissociated from his own emotions that he didn’t often notice when he was having them. The loss of the bulk of the first person narration is inevitable in an adaptation to a visual medium, but I think these episodes still captured Young’s general disconnect to his emotions especially in episode 1. There are moments where he smiles that felt almost jarring, like smiling is his default response even if it’s emotionally a mismatch. The change in perspective in the series also means we see beyond Young’s POV, so we get the Mi Ae outing scene (which as @lurkingshan laid out, lent Mi Ae more sympathy than Jaehee was represented with in the novel) which really underscored that in that moment, she chose her future husband and the person she was becoming over her best friend and the person she used to be. I liked how the series included the karaoke scene with the T-ara's shading Nam Gyu so that we had context for what Yeong expected when he went to dinner with Mi Ae and Jun Ho, and how different Mi Ae's behaviour was to his expectations (instead of his commentary about it that we got from his first person narration in the novel).

Like @starryalpacasstuff pointed out, I liked how the argument in the show between Yeong and Mi Ae after she outed him made it more obvious that part of the reason why Yeong was so upset was that he was already hurt by Mi Ae pulling away. @wen-kexing-apologist rightly pointed out that Mi Ae put herself in the position to have to out Yeong by lying to Jun Ho in the first place, and one of the things that both the novel and the series left me wondering was whether Jaehee/Mi Ae made that decision knowingly; did she choose to embrace amatonormativity and a heteronormative life trajectory because she wanted it, or did she feel like she had to? Either way, Yeong's pain of seeing someone who he otherwise had so much in common deviate towards the norm and leave him behind and further isolated is very familiar. I linked out to my alternative milestones to measure your life by in that original book club post and I’ll take the excuse to do it again; for those of us who find the standard hetero/amatonormative milestones alien/undesirable, it’s nice to think about other ways we can think about the progress in our lives.

Another change in the series that I appreciated was the addition of more of Yeong and Nam Gyu’s relationship. Ben talked about how much more realized a character Nam Gyu was to K3/Kia guy in his post. The building out of K3 with things like a hometown, cheesy song choices, (h/t @moutheyes) and heteronormative romantic idealism tied to traditions like Namsan Tower (h/t @lurkingshan) was all possible because of the time that a visual medium provides (like WKA said in their post linked above) and all made him feel much more like a real person that inspired sympathy than Young ever described him as in the novel (this is not a failing of the novel, but it gives them a different flavour that I am appreciating in both iterations).

And because he’s a more realized character, Nam Gu's death hit me harder watching the show. From reading the novel, I remember Young returning to K3’s final text messages regularly, and how his reaction sounded very dissociated, but the scene of the empty funeral mourning room in the series is one of those visuals that will stick with me. It's been a couple of days and my stomach hurts just thinking about it. He was trying so hard to live a "normal" life that he was in some fundamental ways barred from by society, and it left him so lonely.

By seeing more of Yeong’s life in the series adaptation, it made it more obvious to me how many ways Yeong is choosing to be alone, and how his relationship with Mi Ae was an exception to that rule until it wasn’t. I noticed that Yeong moving in with Mi Ae coincided with the T-aras leave for their mandatory military service, and his breakup with Nam Gyu was after their sendoff party. By having more of Yeong's relationships depicted in these episodes, his loneliness when Mi Ae was gone to employee training and after they stopped talking was louder than in the novel, because we as an audience were aware that there were people he was choosing not to call. And it's worth noting that it was only when he had cut ties with Mi Ae that he turned back to Nam Gyu, only to close off that thread permanently too. It was an interesting pattern to me, that In the series, Yeong ends things with Nam Gyu after he loses other people in his life.

As  @shinjikar1 pointed out Yeong's parallel losses of Nam Gyu and Mi Ae are about the decision to conform or not conform (and @troubled-mind pointed out how perfectly the song parallel really underscores this comparison, and the visuals of the abandoned marlboros and the ring do the same (h/t @conscbgb). H/t @lurkingshan for saying in our chats that specifically, Yeong's relationships with Mi Ae and Nam Gyu represent conforming to or rejecting a set heteronormative standard. Mi Ae chooses to conform and marry Jun Ho, but Yeong chooses not to commit to Nam Gyu, and so he loses both Nam Gyu and Mi Ae as a result. Yeong laments his choice after Nam Gyu's death, but as @my-rose-tinted-glasses wrote, that read to me more as romanticizing a relationship only after it's done than any realistic assessment of their relationship potential. And the bittersweet representation of Mi Ae’s relationship with Jun Ho and how the only moment she really looks happy and herself at her wedding is the moment she runs over to sing with Yeong (and how we can see by his reaction that Jun Ho has never actually seen his wife be herself) tells me that maybe the decision to conform may not be any less lonely. That being said, as @impala124 called out, just because a relationship ends that does not negate its importance in our lives, and I love how that theme which was so strong in the novel shines through in the series adaptation.

As Ben mentioned in his post linked above, I chatted with him about how I was not just thinking about the additions but also pondering the scenes that were left out of this adaptation (e.g. the STI scare scene), and whether the moment at the funeral when Yeong asks how Nam Gyu died might function in a similar way for the TV adaptation that the STI scene functioned in the novel–something that when we reflect back on later, in the context of Kylie, will get additional weight and meaning. I wondered, too, about the club scene when Yeong kissed that random guy so hard the guy pushed him off and checked if his lip was bleeding, and how different that was to Young freaking out at the taste of blood after kissing too hard in the novel. Again, that scene made me wonder whether this was before Kylie or after, and if Yeong kissing people too hard will be a theme in the series. Similarly, we didn’t get the coverage of his time in the military in the first two episodes, but we instead got a mention of the T-aras leaving for their military service, which leaves Yeong’s military service as a loud absence, again seeding the presence of Kylie in a different way to how it was foreshadowed in the novel.

Lastly, this is tangential to everything, but I found myself thinking about how Korean audiences might react differently to the Itaewon scenes and how different they must be to how things are now, post-Itaewon crush incident and how the club culture has changed as a result of that event and COVID-19. The kids apparently just don’t go to the clubs like this anymore. In that sense, these episodes feel a little like nostalgia for a generation and not just for youth in general.

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

Save a Horse (16+) Cowboy!Reader

Sort of a part two of this

A/N: I could have sworn I had an ask about saving a horse but I couldn't find it anywhere. If I can find it, I'll let whoever requested it know it's been posted but yeah. Hope this is okay, it's a bit late and I am very tired. Also this wasn't the fic I was going to originally post but I remembered it was basically written lmao. Slightly scared about posting this but we move and groove

Description: The team are all at a bar and cowboy just can't resist JJ ;)

Warnings: Hints towards nsfw, I've put 16+ to be safe but it's nothing drastic

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After just finishing a case, you all decided to celebrate. With a bar and casino right across the road, it felt like fate. None of you were drunk, barely one drink in when JJ reaches for your hat and you're quick to dodge it.

"Ma'am, I feel inclined to let you know if you take a cowboys hat, you have to ride the cowboy," 

JJ raises an eyebrow, "Oh yeah?" She asks. 

"Yes Ma'am, I don't make the rules,"

She looks around, making sure none of the team are paying attention, before she reaches across and plucks the hat from your head, placing it on her head. Your jaw drops. 

"What was that rule again?" Your brain short-circuits because holy fuck that was hot. “You okay there cowboy?”

“I-” The sentence dies in your throat. “Can I marry you?” You whisper.

JJ pulls away as she looks up at you, “Seriously?” 

Shit. Seriously yes or seriously no get the fuck away from me? Unsure, you simply nod. She smiles, grabbing your shirt and pulling you forwards, crashing her lips against yours. “That a yes?”

“Sorry, of course it’s a yes,” She grins. 

“Ma’am I have one more question,” She looks up at you with a smile, “Can we go get married now? I just really wanna follow that first rule,” 

She thinks for a moment before nodding, “Okay, but we do this properly after. I want a white wedding as well.”

“Deal,” You agree immediately, “I’ll get Garcia and Morgan, you get Reid and Prentiss? I’ll get Hotch and Rossi too,” When JJ nods you spring into action, you clock Morgan and Garcia quickly, Hotch and Rossi in a corner, talking like civilised men, not far from the pair. You make your way over to them quickly, fully prepared to shove anyone out of the way. 

“Yeah, y’all need to follow us,” You said, grabbing Morgan’s arm with one hand, Penelope’s with the other. 

“What? Why?”

“No time to explain,” You say, making eye contact with Hotch and Rossi in the corner you call over to them, “Hotch! Rossi! Follow me! No time to explain, less talkin’ more walkin’!”

You lead them from the bar (and dance floor) through the pool table and the gambling, straight to the typical casino chapel. 

“Er, what exactly are we doing here?” Hotch asked, turning to you.

“This reminds me of my third wedding.” Rossi comments.

“JJ n I are gettin’ married,” You stated. Garcia gives a loud squeal, hugging you both. 

“Finally! Go! Go! Go!” She shoos you over the receptionist. 

Reid, always the voice of reason turns to the pair of you: “I thought JJ said you weren’t going to elope?”

“She took my hat,” You said, like that explained everything. 

“What exactly does that mean?”

“If you take a cowboy’s hat you gotta ride the cowboy,” JJ said.

You blush heavily looking at JJ in disbelief that she actually told them, as the team turns to look at you, “Wait, you’re doing this to get laid?” Emily asks.

“Hey, hey, that’s not the only reason. It’s just… another reason,” You said, “I knew I was gonna marry her long before when I told you her name was Darla,”

Twenty minutes of you pacing and Morgan looking like he wanted to murder you, you’re in the ‘chapel’. And you want to hit times two speed on the officiant, feeling like he’s talking two words a minute. 

“Yeah, Imma level with you here,” You say, leaning closer to the officiant, “Imma need you to talk a lil faster,” JJ laughs loudly at the desperation in your tone. 

The officiant gives you a strange look for a split second before its gone. Afterall, it wasn’t his job to judge. Eventually, you made it to the vowels.

“I don’t know if I can think straight enough for vowels,” You say honestly, ignoring Emily and Morgan snort in the background, “I love you so fuckin’ much and I wanna spend the rest of my life with you. I’m keeping this short, I’ll make a better one at the other wedding,”

JJ smiles, rolling her eyes slightly, “I love you too.”

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.”

“Oh thank god,” You mumble, you look at her with a smile, with your hands on her cheeks, you begin to close the gap between your lips - wanting to savour this moment. JJ’s hand snakes up to the back of your head and she closes the small gap between you. 

You wasted no time, turning to the team, “Thank y’all for comin’, but we needta get goin’.”

“Cowboy’s gonna get laid!” Morgan cheers, Penelope, Emily and Spencer quickly join in. The pair of you blush.

You don’t say anything, just lightly take JJ’s hand and the pair of you make your way back to your hotel room - which was conveniently just across the road (man, you loved Vegas). You barely greet the receptionist, the pair of you practically running to the elevator. You unlocked the door, letting JJ in before shutting and locking it behind her. Your shoes and jacket come off first before you turn to her. 

“Now, tell me, cowboy, what was that other rule we have to follow tonight?”

“Man, I love you so much.”

[fade to black ;)]

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the nanny diaries ~ myg

it’s your first day at your new job, and you’re nervous about leaving your one-year-old daughter with your housemate, but he assures you, you have nothing to worry about.

✨ title: the nanny diaries (drabble series) | the i-had-no-choice nanny ✨ pairing: yoongi x single mom!reader ✨ word count: 1.4k |✨ genre: fluff, cute / housemates!au |✨ rating: pg ✨ warnings: cute and wild 1yo, yoongi calls her baby girl (as a term of endearment) ✨ a/n: happy birthday my yoongiiii <3 the little human in this story is based on my chunky, monkey niece, who i love so much. enjoy my friends!

[ DRABBLES MASTERLIST ] | ✨ next ~ the way you are

You never expected to be moving in with Min Yoongi, but you had no other choice. The two of you have been neighbors for the last five years. He'd seen you go through it all: from meeting the guy who was bad news to watching him move in, knock you up and then leave. He warned you plenty of times, but like the stubborn woman you are, you didn't listen.

“Yoongi, are you sure you can watch her today? I can call out of work if you can’t,” you asked, trying to catch Ara, who kept running away from your grasp. Her newfound discovery of walking kept you busy, along with you trying to ensure she didn’t break any of Yoongi’s expensive music equipment.

Yoongi’s lips thinned into a straight line. He didn’t want to be a jerk and say no. He knew how difficult it was to ask for help, let alone trust someone to watch Ara. He understood that you’d do anything to protect her. So, he wanted to ease the burden in any way he could.

“You can’t call out of work. It’s your first day.”

“I know–but I’m sure my boss would understand.”

He picked Ara up, setting her on his hip, his arm tightly holding her. He looked at the chunky monkey, “We’re gonna have so much fun, aren’t we?” This was a way to convince himself. He didn’t have much interaction with children besides when he was one. Today would be very interesting, he thought.

Ara shrieked at the top of her lungs, squirming to escape Yoongi’s grasp. The two of you blinked and made a face at the noisy baby. You knitted your brows, unconvinced that Yoongi really had it under control. You pulled out your phone, ready to dial your boss’ number. “I’m–just gonna call out.”

Yoongi walked to you, pushing the phone away. “If I have any questions, I promise I’ll call you, okay? You have nothing to worry about. I got this,” he encouraged while Ara continued to wobble on her two little feet, shrieking as she ran around him. “See–she’s excited.”

You had to let go at one time or another. You couldn’t be jobless forever. You needed a way to provide for your little Ara, and Yoongi had already given so much to the two of you. So, the least you could do was make money and get out of his hair. “Okay,” you sighed, stuffing your phone back into your pocket. “If you need anything, anything. I’m only a phone call away.”

“Okay, baby girl–please be good for Uncle Yoongi. I’ll be back later. I love you.”

Yoongi practically had to kick you out of the apartment, but finally, you were out of the door and on your way to work.

“Ara, we have to run some errands today. It’s time to pick out your outfit,” Yoongi grabbed two shirts - one pink with flowers and the other purple with stars and set them on the table in front of him and Ara. She tilted her head, hands pounding the table, staring at the options before her little chubby hands grabbed the purple star shirt, babbling away. “Good choice. Now onto your pants.”

He laid out black leggings and soft blue jeans. “What do you think, Ara? I personally like the black leggings, but it’s your outfit, not mine.” She began to squirm while in his lap, taking blue jeans along with her. “Blue jeans it is.”

After getting Ara dressed, it was now Yoongi’s turn. Like earlier, he laid out two options on his bed, and like clockwork, Ara came wobbling and babbling away into Yoongi’s room. He picked her up, setting her on the bed. “Which one do you like?” he asked, pointing to one option, then the other.

“Ah-bu. Ah-bu,” Ara cooed, clapping her hands, a wide smile spanning across her face, then she hid her eyes with her tiny hands.

“Are we playing peek-a-boo?” Yoongi flashed a gummy smile. Who knew this little human could make him smile? He covered his eyes. “Where’s Ara?” He looked at her, and she mimicked him, hiding again. “Silly girl. Come on, help me pick.”

She threw herself back on the pile consisting of a black hoodie, a simple white tee, and jeans. “Just what I was thinking.”

Thankfully, the grocery store wasn’t busy since it was still early in the morning, but Ara was definitely a handful. He had to give it to you, being able to keep up with her. He didn’t envy you one bit, but it did make him earn more respect for you.

He brought everything he could think of to keep Ara busy–her favorite bunny plush and a soft, squeaky book. His last resort would be playing Cocomelon on his phone, but he couldn’t stand the endless nursery rhymes of the pale cartoon child.

“Ba-ba-ba.”

Yoongi continued shopping for a few items off his list as Ara babbled away, violently squeezing the squeaky book in her hands. He grabbed a cake and put it in his cart, and then Ara decided to throw the book back, hitting him in the face. “Aye–” he uttered, rubbing his cheek. “Baby girl–this is how you lose things,” he chuckled, grabbing the book and handing it back to her.

Ara resumed pounding the squeaky book and then threw herself back, sticking her tongue out. Yoongi stared at her. Babies are so weird, he thought.

“Oh my gosh. Is this your baby? She’s so cute!” 

“No–uh–” He was unsure how to explain the situation between you and him.

“It’s so nice to see a man caring for his baby. Mommy is a lucky one, isn’t she?” The woman directed the last comment toward Ara, tickling her side, in which Yoongi pushed the cart away from her. Is this what parents with cute children always have to deal with? Strangers coming up and trying to touch their children?

“Has the bar gotten so low for men or something?” The woman stood straight, taken aback by his words. “Why are men praised for doing the bare minimum? I’m literally pushing her in a cart.”

The woman mumbled an apology and went on her way. He didn’t mean to come across as blunt, but he couldn’t help but notice the plethora of women giggling and smiling when he had Ara. He shook his head in disgust and scoffed, “Bet if your mom were pushing you, it’d be completely different, huh?”

“Yoongi–” you cried out, plugging your ears when you walked through the door. The rap music could be heard from down the hallway, and you wondered who was playing it so loud. You should’ve known it was your roommate. “Why are you blasting rap music right now?”

He brought his pointer finger to his lips, trying to shush you, then pointed to the sleeping baby on his shoulder. He shuffled toward you, hoping he wouldn’t wake up Ara. “Cocomelon wasn’t working, so I had to put on something, and this finally calmed her down.”

You deadpanned. “Big Poppa by Notorious B.I.G. calmed her down?”

“Hey–don’t question Biggie,” he grinned, then shuffled backward, dancing to the song. “I love it when you call me big poppa, throw your hands in the air if you’s a true player.” He threw his arm up, grooving to the beat.

You smiled and shook your head. You couldn’t help but sing along too, and then you looked over at the dinner table, and there sat a cake with cats decorated on top. “Oh my god–Yoongi, is it your birthday?” He nodded, his head nestled against Ara’s. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

He shrugged. “It’s whatever. I don’t really care, but my mom ordered this cake and insisted I celebrate it.”

“Here, let me take Ara so you can enjoy your cake,” you stated, holding your arms out for your baby girl.

But Yoongi refused. “I got it. She might wake up if I transfer her to you.”

Jeez–when did Yoongi get so good at this?

He walked into your room, gently setting her in the crib beside your bed. He shushed her as he stepped back, hoping she wouldn’t wake up. Ara let out a big sigh before turning on her side. Whew, he thought. Crisis averted.

“Everything good?” He nodded yes, setting the baby camera on the table beside you. The two of you watched Ara sleeping peacefully. “Thanks again for watching her.”

Yoongi grinned. “Anytime.”

✨ next ~ the way you are

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Love in the big city Part 2: Call me "Blueberry"

What if Part 2 was about Yeong trying to adhere to societal expectations and becoming more miserable in the process?

In the philosophy class, which he takes because of something Mi Ae mentioned, he introduces himself as "Blueberry" and says that he's there to strengthen himself. On a completely unrelated note, Mi Ae used to stock up on blueberries for him when they lived together. I might be reaching here, but I think that Yeong is trying to take on the path that Mi Ae followed because rejecting conformity has only led him to loneliness in Part 1.

Mi Ae conformed to societal norms and made up with her parents, got a respectable job and married a suitable partner in Part 1 leaving Yeong behind.

Yeong tries his best to be a good son to his mother. I'll probably talk about Yeong's complicated relationship with his mother on a later date.

Young Soo enters into Yeong's life at a tumultuous time. He is still reeling from the loss of Mi Ae and the shock of Nam Gyu's death and is currently helping take care of his sick mother.

When I was with him, I became someone who spoke and ate little. I was completely intent on observing him.

During their pork backbone stew meal, Yeong mentions that he doesn't play sports. But we know that their next meeting was the futsal game. Yeong is willing to accommodate Young Soo's interests and has a bruise on his face to prove it.

I wanted to listen to him all night, for many nights on end. I wanted to fit together his fragmented pieces and complete the puzzle of him in my mind. The life that was unknown to me, the habits I wasn’t aware of, even his breath—I wanted to reconfigure them all and make them my own.

Now, what do we have here? Yeong wearing lens-less glasses to cover up his bruise. I wonder where he got that idea from.

On Halloween night, Yeong wants them to do something he enjoys, but Young Soo is clearly uncomfortable in the club and snaps at him (giving him a taste of what it might be like to date a closeted guy), resulting in Yeong walking away. Young Soo follows him, and they end up at the Hwe place.

Young Soo brings out the big guns with ' I can see right through you' and ' I like the universe that is you'.

Young Soo removes Yeong's glasses—a part of him that Yoeng is trying to emulate; maybe it has something to do with his internalised homophobia and self-hatred—and kisses him.

Later, when Young Soo says that he knew that Yeong was gay since the moment he laid eyes on him, he looks pleased. I wonder if Yeong is happy that Young Soo 'saw' him from the beginning because his mother tries her best to not acknowledge his queer identity.

I couldn’t stop myself from falling headlong in love with him. To understand him, and beyond that, to understand my own thoughts and feelings as I crashed into him, and to interpret that whole mess of contradictions, I listened to every word he said, observed every little thing he did, and recorded it all. Desperately and plaintively, just like a grad student spending years writing their dissertation.

Yeong tries to hold onto Young Soo even after the reveal and later agrees to meet him at the pasta place wearing their COUPLES' shirt. Young Soo notably wears a plain black one.

Even trying to conform to societal expectations has led him to loneliness, so he just can't see a way forward, hence the suicide attempt.

That's why it hits so hard to see T-aras at the hospital when he wakes up. Here are the people who don't expect him to be anyone other than himself and that's enough for them to love him.

It is interesting to note that Young introduces himself by his name while addressing the philosophy class in the novel. So, this change was only made for the on-screen adaptation. I wonder if he made that change because of the chronological order of storytelling done in the series.

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Fluent Freshman - Part 39

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Nicky screamed as he found himself yanked from his bed as he fell to the ground. The blanket that he had so perfectly burrito’d himself in had been pulled and he had gone with it pillows and all. He laid on the ground blinking up into the darkness wondering what the hell had just happened, he squints and thinks he sees blond hair. He racks his still loading brain to try and think of anything he had done recently to Aaron that would result in such a rude awakening.

The lamp clicks on.

“Nicky, are you- Andrew, what the hell.” He hears Aaron’s voice from the left and now Nicky can see the black armbands of his other cousin.

That tracks.

“Flight 8329 from Charleston International Airport to Seattle Tacoma International Airport took off 20 minutes ago.” Andrew says as if that means anything to Nicky.

“Cool?” Nicky squints at his cousin.

“There was an hour delay due to a staffing issue, but it is off the ground now.” Andrew continues and Nicky continues to not understand what is being said to him.

“Great?” Nicky hears Aaron.

There is silence in the room and Nicky finds himself starting to drift back to sleep. The floor really wasn’t that bad.

“So, Daniel’s not here anymore?” he hears Matt’s whispered question.

“Dude, why are you whispering?” Aaron asks.

“Smithsters still asleep.” Matt says voice still quiet.

“How the fuck did he sleep through Nicky’s banshee scream?” Aaron asks voice lowered down to a whisper.

“I think moving all his stuff wiped him out.” Matt offers.

“We moved everything he just said where he wanted it.” Aaron grouses quietly.

“You know Smithster isn’t much of a talker.” Matt reminds.

“Whatever.” Aaron huffs and Nicky is almost back asleep.

“Yes Matt,” Andrew says voice quieter than it had been when he had been rattling off facts about Daniel’s flight, “Daniel is not here anymore.” He says.

That is actually great news. Feels like a shame that FF didn’t wake up to hear it but Nicky knows that it wasn’t just the move that had wiped his friend out.

The last three days had been interesting.

First, Aras had flown back home. She had offered to stay longer with FF since Daniel was still around, but he had merely smiled and told her that he’d be okay. Nicky had almost cried when FF had said that he wasn’t alone anymore. Nicky’s heart twisted when the two decided that it was probably for the best that FF not come back to Washington for Winter Break.

Second, there had been the whole debacle where Daniel had shown back up with the man who had married FF’s mom. They had burst into the practice and had gone straight towards where FF was sitting sipping his ‘New and Improved Day/Boyd Smoothie’. Wymack had gotten between them before anything happened physically, but Nicky could still see how FF froze at the sight of his mother’s husband.

There had been raised voices, threats of security, demands on why ‘John’ hadn’t answered his phone to come bail his ‘brother’ out, that he’d forced his dad to come all the way across the country to bail his ‘brother’ out. FF had been quiet looking bored and unbothered by the tirade of the man who married his mother.

Wymack had been in rare form.

“He didn’t pick up because that phone is in my desk.” Wymack had hissed standing utterly stalwart between FF and the two men. “Now get the hell out of my Court before your son gets reacquainted with the Campus Police.” He points towards the exit.

FF’s Mother’s husband had demanded FF’s new phone number but neither Wymack or Smith gave it.

It was only as Wymack lifted his own phone up to his ear after having dialed campus security that the two got the hint and ran off.

Following that there’d been the expedited emergency restraining order request that had been pushed through.

Nicky and Wymack had been the ones that went with FF for support during the request since everyone else had a prior engagement. The security footage was all that had been needed to grant it as far as the judge was concerned despite FF’s Mother’s husband’s pleas that it was merely a ‘fight between brothers’.

Nicky had almost wished he had given Andrew the Maserati back when the jackass had shown up to the hearing with his son wearing a T-shirt that said ‘I’m not the step-dad. I’m the dad that stepped up.’

Oh.

He opens his eyes and tunes back into the conversation. It seems like Aaron had come to the realization that the only way that Andrew would be awake at this god forsaken hour of- Nicky looks at the alarm clock- 5 AM is because he’d been in the same bed as Neil who was a notorious early morning runner.

“You want the Maserati.” Nicky interrupts the whispered argument.

“No, I’m just here to comment on how Smith’s motorcycle helmet really ties the whole room together now that he’s moved in.” Andrew rolls his eyes so hard that even if Nicky hadn’t been looking at his cousin he would have heard the eyeroll. “Yes, I am here because it is now officially impossible for me to hit Daniel with my car. That was the deal.” Andrew says with a scowl, “So you are taking me to where you stored it.” He says.

“Andrew, it’s too early. They’re not open yet.” Nicky groans grabbing one of his pillows and trying to hide his face under it.

It was unsurprisingly ripped away before he could properly hide away from his cousin.

“We have to walk to wherever you hid my car.” Andrew hisses.

“Andrew you’re not seriously going to make me get up and walk the whole way there on the first morning that I can sleep in.” Nicky groans.

“This wouldn’t be happening if you hadn’t stolen my car Nicholas.” Andrew hisses.

“You guys can take my truck.” Matt says with a huge yawn as he settles back into bed. Morning practice for the rest of the week was not mandatory.

“See, we can take Matt’s truck. The place is only a 30 minute drive away and it doesn’t open until 7 AM anyways.” Nicky groans and tries to roll under the bed. If he can get to the far side then it will be difficult for Andrew, with his 5 foot nothing height to reach-

Andrew puts a foot between him and freedom.

“This room is buying Neil and I breakfast.” Andrew says, “And then we’ll go pick up my car.” He says.

“What? Why?!” Matt and Aaron demand as Nicky groans still trying to roll under the bed despite Andrew’s unyielding foot.

“You all either knew about Nicky’s plan or were part of Nicky’s plan.” Andrew says.

“Okay but Smithster is innocent.” Matt says.

“True, but we need him to come.” Andrew says.

“Why?” Nicky groans changing direction to try and roll under Aaron’s bed only to be stopped by the absolute barrier that was Katelyn’s suitcases of off-season clothes she kept under Aaron’s bed since her own room didn’t have space for it all.

“So we can get into the breakfast place now instead of the usual time for people our age. The owner loves him.” He says.

Ah, FF’s old lady magnetism.

Nicky gets it.

The boy has very pinchable cheeks.

There are very few things one can do when faced with an Andrew Minyard who has decided upon something. Eventually their whole room was up though Andrew at least was far more gentle with FF than he had been with Nicky. FF could sleep through almost any amount of noise but would wake up at the slightest touch and go still.

Nicky really wishes that Andrew had a less conspicuous car because he’s sure his cousin could have gotten away with running Daniel over if he had a Volvo or a Ford.

Nicky went with FF on the back of his motorcycle. One of Aras’ parting gifts to him had been an orange helmet with ‘Foxy’ written on it. Nicky had loved it immediately and unironically. Nicky held onto FF and hoped that his friend was awake enough to actually be driving on the damn thing, but FF had seemed at least 90% conscious.

Either way they arrived at the breakfast place FF was pushed to the front to speak with the owner of the fancy breakfast spot and within 10 minutes they were at a table surrounded by the elderly early bird patrons.

The all-you-can-eat brunch was always both a challenge and a danger when you are a group of college athletes. A challenge because it always felt a bit like a race against the chefs who were churning out chicken, waffles, hams to slice, eggs of all varieties, bacon, sausages, French toast, cinnamon rolls, hashbrowns, quiche, pancakes, biscuits and gravy, and lox bagels. The danger was what Matt was currently finding himself in since the man had failed to pace himself. “I think I’m gonna die.” Matt groaned.

“Smith, where did you get that smoothie?” Aaron asks looking as FF was sipping a delightful looking smoothie.

“The owner gave it to me while you guys were filling your plates.” FF says. “I’m supposed to let her know if I need another one.” He says.

“When are you going to be off that liquid diet?” Aaron asks as he digs into some bacon.

“Well, next week I can just start essentially putting things in the blender and I shouldn’t suffer the consequences like with the borscht.” FF shrugs. “Gran said she’d send along a pie to celebrate when I can eat solids again.” He adds and FF’s face is as blank and as unemotional as it usually was but there was a general air of sadness.

“You know, I don’t think it’d bother Allison or any of the girls if you joined us for winter break.” Matt says from where he was staring up at the ceiling still overfull from going too hard too fast on the egg options.

“I don’t want to intr-“

“It’s not an intrusion.” Andrew says looking at his phone, “We’re inviting you.” He adds before getting up and grabbing his backpack, “Do not let them take my plate.” He says looking at the table. Andrew’s plate was laden with the sweeter side of things for breakfast and he had made up a plate for Neil who was supposed to meet them at the breakfast spot.

Andrew left and nicky figured he was going to go grab Neil outside. “Isn’t it for the original Foxes?” FF asks.

“Yeah, but you’re our friend so it’s fine if you come. I know Dan wants to really get to know the guy who took her place on the line.” Matt says with a laugh that has him looking queasy afterwards.

“You and me can room together.” Nicky says.

“Isn’t Erik coming?” Aaron asks incredulously.

“Yeah? So?” Nicky questions.

Aaron looked at Nicky like he was an idiot and opened his mouth likely to say why, “I don’t want to intrude. I can probably just sleep on a couch out in the main area, if your friends are okay with me coming.” FF sips at his drink. “You and Erik have a lot to catch up on.” He says voice giving that slight indication that he felt awkward.

Catch-up on-

Ohhh.

Yeah, he and Erik are going to christen that bed if it hasn’t already been christened.

“We’ll figure something out.” Aaron says easily enough.

Eventually Andrew returned with Neil in tow. He was a little sweaty looking but definitely look like someone who had been running for about two hours at this point. He figures that Andrew must have brought spare clothes for Neil to change into so that he’d be acceptable in the breakfast joint.

“Smith has agreed to join us for Christmas Break.” Nicky announces to the couple as they took their seats.

“Quite brave of Smiths considering how the last holiday break went when he came with us.” Aaron says wrly.

“Yeah Andrew, make a deal not to stab Smithy again.” Nicky holds out a pinky for a pinky promise with his cousin.

Andrew rolled his eyes as FF piped in, “Romero stabbed me.” He says loyally.

Eventually they got to talking about their plans for the Winter Banquet on Friday. Nicky was going with FF as his date and had already gone out and gotten him an appropriately bespoke suit with Aras the week before.

Eventually they wrap up breakfast. Nicky, Aaron, and Matt all pay and they make their way out to the parking lot.

The parking lot where the Maserati was.

“Andrew, how in the world-“

“Like a locked gate would even slow Neil down. Got the opening time and the driving distance from you this morning and narrowed it down to the only long-term parking lot in the area.” Andrew says idly as Neil hands over the spare Maserati keys to him.

Nicky spends a bit more time bitching about the fact that Andrew woke them all up mostly out of spite and as a cover for getting his car back without Nicky’s assistance. However eventually the time for class swiftly approached.

“This isn’t over!” he says pulling on his Foxy Helmet and pointing at Andrew.

“I think it is.” Andrew replies with a shrug as he and Neil climbed into the front of the car.

Nicky rolled his eyes but climbed onto the back of FF’s motorcycle.

Winter Banquet was in 2 days.

MASTERPOST FOR ALL PARTS OF FLUENT FRESHMAN AU

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You Haven't Failed Part 13

Requested by Anonymous

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Tags: Spidey!Reader, Venom!Reader, So Much Angst, Fluff, Established Relationship, Graphic Depictions of Injuries, Blood, Violence, Explicit Language, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut

Everything Taglist: @ara-a-bird @alexawynters @sgm616

Wanda entered your mind and watched as your memories were laid bare for her to see. With the first memory, you watched as Bucky, Sam, T’Challa, and Groot turned into dust. She watched it in your point of view, your eyes pivoting as you took in the scene. Everything was destroyed. You were surrounded by dead bodies and all you could do was stare in shock at the death and destruction around you. You felt nothing but desolation, but that was until you looked up just in time to see Wanda collapse. You scrambled to her despite the fiery pain you felt in your own body. Something was punctured and many bones were broken, but you didn’t care as you pulled her into your lap. Wanda saw herself in your hold, her tears streaming down her cheeks as yours dripped onto her suit. From your point of view, Wanda could see herself beginning to disintegrate. They failed and Thanos won. She could feel your fear, and your denial. Wanda could also feel your panic. You slowly shook your head, more tears blurring your vision as you hung on to Wanda for dear life. Your broken and desperate sobs twisted Wanda’s heart as she watched the memory play itself out. You watched as a weak smile graced her lips and Wanda remembered what she said to you.

“Hey, it’s going to be okay,” she whispered, her own sobs making her voice break as she cupped your cheek.

Wanda could feel just how cold and shaky her own hand had been, but you clutched on and leaned into her, treasuring her touch on your skin.

“It’s going to be okay,” she repeated, her voice getting weaker. “You’re going to be alright.”

Even as she said it, you were already shaking your head. You knew that you weren’t going to be alright without her. Wanda wanted those words to bring you comfort, but instead, they caused you more pain and she hated that. You met her eyes as you tried to get your voice to work, but the lump of painful emotion in your throat was impossible to speak past, so your mouth just opened and closed as breaths sawed in and out of you.

“I love you,” she whispered.

And then she was gone. Wanda watched as your wide eyes followed the path of dust that blew away into the thick, smoky air. That dust had been her, had been the woman that you were in love with. Your heavy breaths turned into hyperventilation before you curled in on yourself, your body folding, and your heart shattering into pieces at what you just lost, at who you just lost, and Wanda couldn’t prepare herself for the scream of despair that ripped from your sore throat. It was at that moment that you blamed yourself. You blamed yourself and Wanda could feel the hatred blossoming to life inside of you. It burned like acid and ate away at the pieces of you that were once full of love. When Wanda died, something inside of you died with her, and just watching a reminiscence of your anguish had her jaw quivering and her hands holding your cheeks a tad tighter. She hadn’t known.

Wanda’s shaky breaths fanned against your face as the bell kept ringing, but you opened your mind to her more, the outside world now sounding so far away. Back in your memories, someone had to pull you off the ground, but you couldn’t see who it was. It could have been Steve or Natasha. Strong hands circled around you and lifted you away from the blood-soaked grass, but beyond that, you were too catatonic to know who it was. The months following her death were spent inside of the room you shared with her. In all that time, between the war and to this time jump, you had never left. Wanda could feel you drowning in your sorrow. You barely bathed. You barely ate. You barely slept. All you did was lie in the darkness of the bedroom while clutching on to the pillow she used to sleep on. Every time you inhaled, it smelled of her, and through you, Wanda could smell her own scent. It was distinctly hers, and it felt as though it was one of the last few things of hers that you could hang on to. It crushed your soul when the scent eventually faded away. What was left of the Avengers gave you space, but Tony, he was there. He ensured that you ate and slept. Natasha was there to make sure that you showered and took care of your hygiene. Wanda could feel just how much you wanted to wither away and die, and how every breath you took was like a punch to the gut when you realized that you were still alive, and she wasn’t. Tears were streaming down your cheeks and hers as she watched you become a shell of yourself in your memories, and she held you even tighter.

It was a year after Wanda died, and Tony enrolled you into therapy. You were starving yourself to death and had ended up in the care of Dr. Cho more times than even you could count. You didn’t want to go because no amount of therapy was going to bring her back. No amount of talk was going to make it better. Still, Tony persisted, and you were too tired to argue. You barely talked with the therapist, a woman, but beyond that, you didn’t even bother to memorize her name. She talked to you about the stages of grief and how a change of scenery would help. She was just trying to do her job, and you knew that she meant well, but when she suggested for you to part with all the things that reminded you of Wanda, you snapped. The next thing you knew, she was pinned to the wall in your grip, her feet dangling several inches off the ground, and you were consumed with an anger so profound that you hadn’t realized how strong it was until you heard her cries and felt hands prying you away from her. Tony had to drag you out of the room, and you fought against him, your anger rising and rising, your hands slapping against his chest and arms until eventually, you broke down.

“I know, kid,” you heard him whisper into your hair as he hugged you. “I know.”

You clung onto him like your life depended on it, because in that moment, it did. You were drowning and there wasn’t a way out for you. When you were awake, you were so tired and angry, and when you were asleep, all you did was dream of Wanda. So, you held on to him and sobbed, your face buried into his shirt as he muffled the worst of your screams. You didn’t see the single tear run down his cheek.

It was two years since the snap, and you were packing a bag. You couldn’t take it anymore. Maybe that therapist had been right. Maybe you needed a change of scenery. You felt trapped at the compound now. You had the money, and you had the resources. There was nothing holding you back. The Avengers were all but gone now. Thor left when he got too depressed. Bruce locked himself in his lab. Even Steve had gotten quieter and more withdrawn. The only person holding the team together was Natasha, and she was trying, but this was too much for her. Your emotions had boiled over after almost two years of them aging inside of you. You were taking your anger out on the team even though you knew that they didn’t deserve it. They lost people too. They lost families and loved ones. Sometimes, when you passed Tony’s lab, you could hear him sobbing quietly for Peter. It wasn’t fair but you couldn’t stop. It was never going to stop. So, you needed to leave.

You were opening drawers and throwing clothes into a duffel bag haphazardly. You weren’t paying attention to what you were grabbing as you moved from drawer to drawer, grabbing random things and throwing them inside. What made you stop was when something flew out of the drawer. It was tangled into a shirt and when you whipped it out, it dislodged the item from its grip and flung it across the room. With a sigh, you tossed the shirt into your bag before retrieving the box shaped item. The moment it was in your hands, you knew what it was, and the tears came back in full force, your breaths becoming shaky as you struggled to control yourself. When you opened the box, Wanda saw what was inside.

A wedding ring.

She couldn’t help the gasp that left her when she saw it. It wasn’t traditional either. She could tell that it was custom made just for her. The entire band was made out of flowers, and housed in the middle of the elegantly crafted petals were tiny diamonds. Instead of one larger diamond in the center, an emerald rested in its place. You chose it because it reminded you of Wanda’s eyes. They were like emeralds to you, and as you stared at the ring, you were filled with what things could have been. You wanted to propose to her after everything was said and done, when the world was back at peace. You wanted to be her wife and spend the rest of your days loving her just as she loved you. This was supposed to be your happily ever after. How could it have come to this? Your knees buckled and you sank to the floor as your back rested heavily against the frame of the bed, and for the millionth time, the walls of your room bared witness to your cries of pain.

Wanda held on to you now, and she couldn’t stop the tears that ran down her cheeks. Still, she watched what you showed her, and her thumbs idly wiped your tears from your clammy skin.

Three years after the snap and you had traveled all throughout Europe and Asia. You we’re practically a backpacker, drifting from one place to the next. Never did you dwell in one place for too long. You kept moving, kept wandering, kept searching for something you would never find. Eventually, you found yourself in Sokovia, and you hadn’t realized where you were until you saw something that made you pause in your walking. A series of three graves stood abandoned on a plot of neglected land. You don’t know why you stopped honestly. Something about them just made you. You couldn’t read the Russian that was carved into the stone, but the small English translations beneath helped you. Two of them were of people you haven’t heard of, but their last names made your heart flip. The name on the last gravestone you did know. It read Pietro Maximoff. This was where her brother rested, Wanda’s brother and her parents. Your fingertips ran over the smooth stone, and you crouched in front of it as a wave of pain stabbed itself into your heart. For months you hadn’t cried. For months you hadn’t thought about her, and during those months, you thought that the cold grip of apathy had finally settled in your heart like a lead weight. This immediately proved you wrong. Apathy wasn’t here to mute the pain in your soul, you just tried to avoid the feelings. One look at the Maximoff last name had those feelings rearing their head, and your jaw trembled as you leaned forward to rest your head against Pietro’s gravestone.

“I’m so, so sorry,” you whimpered in a broken voice. “I tried to keep her safe and I failed. I’m so sorry.”

The tears against your cheeks were hot and heavy, even after all these years. As you cried, you realized that you didn’t even have the chance to bury Wanda or have a service in her name. There wasn’t a body to bury, and that single thought was what made you crumble, your hands hanging on tightly onto the stone as you sobbed.

Four years after the snap was a blur to you. You couldn’t remember anything, and Wanda could see how blurry the memories were. She went to focus her power on them, but she felt you begin to pull away. You were terrified of not only Wanda seeing what happened, but also remembering what you did yourself. There was a reason why these were repressed, but Wanda needed to understand. In order to help you defeat Venom, she needed to know what those five years put you through. Wanda took a deep breath and pressed a kiss against your cold cheek. You didn’t have too much time left. Even if Venom didn’t take you over, it was still killing you.

<It’s okay, детка,”>Wanda whispered in your mind. <It’s okay.>

<I’m scared.>

That simple sentence had her pulling you into a hug despite the thrashing alien suffering under the rings of her bell. She held you close.

<Don’t be. There’s nothing that you can do that will make me stop loving you.>

You didn’t respond but she felt your skepticism all the same. She focused her power on your memories and brought more clarity to them. During this year, you were getting into fights all over the world. You were beating people unconscious, much like what you did when under Venom’s influence. You weren’t killing people, but you were dishing out your own version of vigilante justice. It didn’t matter where you were, you picked fights in the criminal underworld and relished in the violence it caused. You couldn’t feel the pain anymore. You weren’t strong enough to keep feeling the pain of Wanda’s death. So, you buried it the only way you knew how. Wanda could feel every punch you landed and every punch that landed on you. There were days where you woke up in a puddle of blood. Other times, you woke up in a hospital with no way of speaking the native languages. That was how you lived for an entire year, and soon, there was a massive bounty on your head. You were wanted in six countries, but you didn’t care. You weren’t going to stop. It was the first time in four years that you had ever felt so powerful and in control. You didn’t want to give that up just yet. Eventually though, your hubris got the better of you and despite your many powers, you were beaten and thrown into custody of an unfamiliar force. They were militant in nature, and the knew exactly what to do to subdue you. Still, you didn’t think too much of it. Even when you spent months in a dark prison and were thrown into the back of an airplane, did you still not care. You had no idea where you were going, and you still found it hard to care. You hoped that maybe these people would put you out of your misery. You’d already decided that you weren’t going to fight back. The only time you cared was when the back of the plane opened. A panel lowered to the floor and sunlight poured inside, blinding you briefly. When your eyes were able to adjust, you found yourself staring into the eyes of someone you hadn’t seen in 2 years. An easy smile spread across his lips as he crossed his arms.

“Hey kid,” Tony greeted.

Five years after the snap, you were back at the Avengers Compound. After much convincing from Tony, you decided to stick around. He told you that he and Bruce had worked on getting the infinity stones back, and they made a gauntlet that could potentially harness its power. If that happened, then that meant that they could get back everyone. Including Wanda. Wanda knew the rest of what was going to happen. She didn’t see you until the final battle, where she watched you take down so many of Thanos’s warriors effortlessly. There was a new ferocity to you, and in the way you were delivering your punches. You moved faster now, your movements even more precise. Now that she saw what you went through, she knew why. After the battle with Thanos, everyone returned to the compound. You wouldn’t have seen it, but it was here that she was warned of the changes in you. You went back to your room and cleaned everything in a hurry. You made it look as though everything was okay for the last 5 years. Wanda could feel just how much you didn’t want her to worry about you. You got her back. That’s what mattered. You would deal with everything else later, but you didn’t. Though you did a great job of pretending that you were fine, you still thought yourself weak and useless. You woke up, did your best to integrate yourself back into society, and you went home to her. Fury cleared you name and paid your bounties, and for a while, you had your routine. It was like that for years as you spent time getting to know Wanda like you were falling in love with her for the first time all over again. You were contented and despite the underlying emotion turmoil, you were happy, but that all came to a halt after your mission in Oscorp Industries. Wanda watched the memories. Flashes of the destroyed lab. Flashes of you making love to her that same night. Flashes of you beating the prisoner the next day. Flashes of you talking to her about that night. Wanda could feel your devolution. She could simultaneously feel how powerful you felt and the negative influence of Venom. Everything she saw led her right to this moment, where she saw the memory of you waking up to her telling you to fight.

With a deep breath, Wanda pulled away, opened her eyes, and looked into yours. She smiled and her hands against your cheeks softened to some of the gentlest touches you had ever felt from her.

“Baby, it wasn’t your fault.”

Part 14

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The Married Life (Glynda)

Glynda: woo what a day

Glynda returned to her home where she knew her husband would be there with a hug and a kiss plus more to help elevate the stress of the day

Glynda: baby I’m home

Jaune: I’m in the kitchen making your favorite

Glynda walks in to see her one and only love in an apron making her dinner

Glynda: hello jaune

Jaune lets the food cook while walking over to his wife pulling her into an embrace kissing her deeply

Jaune: bad day?

Glynda: no just busy, if it’s not paperwork it’s the students

Jaune: well your the headmistress now

Glynda: we’ll be that as it may I want you to make it go away

Jaune: how?

She whispers in his ear

Glynda: treat me like the goddess I am

Jaune:😳 o-ok but won’t my old team be arriving tonight

Glynda: oh about that

Flashback

Glynda: what is the meaning of this Ms. Nikos

Pyrrha: you stole my man you old hag

Glynda 😡: you have 5 seconds to take that back

Pyrrha: never

Nora: renny I’m scared

Ren: me to

One beating later

Glynda: I hope that will be a good lesson to you

Nora: I think I peed my pants

Ren: I need to throw out my pants and underwear

Back to the present

Glynda: oh I’m sorry to say they got laid up with another mission

Jaune: oh

Glynda: now now my husband you mustn’t be sad, oh I know how to cheer you up

Jaune: how?

She gets close

Glynda: ara~ ara~

Jaune: let me take dinner off the stove

That was the night Glynda conceived twins

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Devil | JJK x Makima! Reader

chapter 00

The roar of the chainsaw fills your ears, a deafening, mechanical growl that drowns out all other sounds. Then, a sudden, jarring impact-the blade meets your flesh. For a split second, there's only shock, your mind struggling to catch up with what's happening. The world seems to slow down, each second stretching into an eternity.

Pain explodes through you, a searing, white-hot agony that radiates from the point of contact. It's as if a line of fire has been drawn across your skin, the burning sensation spreading outwards in waves. Your nerves scream, a relentless assault that makes every part of your body tense and convulse. You try to breathe, but the pain is all-consuming, each gasp of air shallow and ragged.

The sound of the chainsaw is still there, but now it's accompanied by another noise-the sickening, wet sound of your flesh being torn apart. The sheer intensity of the pain is overwhelming, drowning your thoughts in a sea of red. You can't think, can't focus on anything but the excruciating sensation that seems to consume your entire being.

You laid there, motionless, as blood trail all throughout your body. The taste of defeat is bitter, an unfamiliar sensation that sits heavy in your throat. The moment is surreal, your mind struggling to process what just happened. You lost. It's a simple fact, yet it reverberates through you like a discordant note, each repetition stirring something strange and unfamiliar inside you.

Your breathing quickens, the world around you blurring as a hot, churning sensation rises in your stomach. You don't understand what's happening. This knot tightens and spreads to your chest, making the wounds burn even more. You tried looking at who dared to hurt you. Only to realize it's Denji, but didn't you already tore out his?

You want to shout, to lash out, to make them understand that this wasn't supposed to happen. You were supposed to win.

This is anger, you realize, but the recognition does little to alleviate your bewilderment. It's raw and consuming, an intense, unfamiliar drive that demands action. Your body trembles with the need to react, but you're not sure how. For the first time, you feel truly angry, a power that seems capable of anything, yet you're left laying there, caught between the impulse to act and the struggle to comprehend this potent, confusing emotion.

-

You wailed. Intense emotions plague you. Feeling foreign emotions control you. You feel angry.

A few seconds ago you were fighting the Chainsaw Devil, thinking you've won, you let your guard down. Oh how utterly stupid you are.

You thought you succeeded in defeating the Chainsaw Devil, you tore out its heart, and finally took possession of Pochita.

You thought

You thought

YOU THOUGHT!

Only for Denji to strike you with a chainsaw. You hate it, a simple mistake is what cost you to get defeated. But it doesn't matter now since that you healed, it seems. It might be harder since Denji already have an idea on your true intentions but dogs are easy to work with.

'You could tame him again.' You told yourself.

You tried laying up from what seems to be your bed only for you to wail harder, noticing that your body seems heavier. Why are you even crying in the first place?

"Ara~ Y/n-chan is crying." You heard a voice said, you tried opening your eyes only to realize that the world around you is blurry. Not that you were surprised since it always was blurry. But it also seems that you couldn't distinguish the scent of what or who was carrying you. The person started coo'ing at you. Giving you light kisses making you annoyed, nuzzling at you.

The disrespect! You're the most feared devil! How dare this dog kiss you! You tried to push yourself away, only to stop hearing a voice.

"Jin." You heard an older person's voice, making the younger person cradling you hum.

"What is it father?" They started as they continued to rock you slowly. "If you're going to talk about her, I'm going to leave."

"Jin, how you wish to live your life is up to you... But leave that woman." *The older person paused. "You will die!"

"Don't say these weird things in front of Yuuji and Y/n." They answered. "They can unexpectedly stick with you, a baby's memories-"

"I know you wanted a child, and you weren't able to have one with Kaori-!" The older person cutted them off, raising voice a bit. "But Kaori die because of-"

"Father." Another person? walked in. Making both of them stop. "What are you talking about?"

-

Kape?

[ssreeder]

Hiii, I'm currently reading your fic 'leaving it all behind' (ik I'm like a few years too late, but hey) and dude, I have to give it to you. It's the best thing I've laid eyes on. This fic has me in a chokehold and wouldn't leave me till I've consumed it whole. AND THE LENGTH OF EACH CHAPTER IS SO FUCKING DELICIOUS AUGHHHHH. I really love Zuko in this fic. He's exactly how I imagined him to be in this type of au. Ur characterisation is top notch and I loooove ur ocs (alongside our beloved Zuko and sokka obv). I honestly feel so bad for Ara, my girl has been through so much psychological trauma. I really hope Cheng is alive, I rly love that dude. I'm on chapter 17 rn btw, and I am absolutely devouring your fic. Sending lots of love and hope u have a nice day <333

THIS WAS SUCH A NICE ASK OMG HI HELLO THANK YOUUUU!! I always forget LIAB is years old haha, but yay you read it & you liked it!! That makes me so happy! damn chapter 17 is a heavy duty one for sure - but I do agree Ara is super complex in a way I didn’t intend but I love OCs that take a life of their own even if they use that life to hurt our main boys lol.

ugh I love writing liab zuko and I know he’s a little unique sometimes but the boy has GONE THROUGH IT haha so he’ll totally be different and I’m so glad you like the characterization! thanks for this awesome ask I hope you enjoy the rest of the story!

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Dresses and Weddings

Pairing: Idol-Married!Jungkook x OC

Summary: Jungkook might be 33, but his idol career is still steady as ever, despite being engaged and with two kids born outside marriage. He's surprised, as is his finacée, over how well the fans are taking it.

cw/tw: Just fluff and domestic, wedding planning.

Note: Ara (youngest, daughter), 5 years old, Changmin (oldest, son), 17 years old. And everyone who's tagged, I'm sorry, I need “comments”

''Jungkook, don't worry about it. I'll take care of the dishes, you promised ARMY a live''

Jungkook looked at his finacée. ''Are you-''

Jiwoo placed her hands on his chest and pecked his lips. ''You go have a live, now. I'll take care of the dishes and the kids''

The man smiled. He was the luckiest man in the world with such an amazingly understanding fiancée. ''Okay fine. But don't hesitate to shout if you need help with anything''

Jiwoo sighed and shoved her soon-to-be husband out of the kitchen. She shook her head and chuckled slightly. ''Aish, he's impossible''

''Eomma, you're being mean to appa''

Jiwoo turned to her daughter and smiled. ''No sweetie, appa is impossible. That's not being mean, usually. It's just, he always wanna help eomma. Appa never does anything for himself anymore''

Ara giggled and handed her plate to her mother. ''So you mean appa is too nice?''

''Aish- no, he's perfectly nice. Now, let eomma do the dishes then we'll go look for a nice dresses for you, okay? Changmin, you're also going. I don't care if you don't want a tux, you're wearing one!''

Ara smiled and nodded happily. She loved dresses and pretty things. She walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. A moment later Bluey was heard through the house.

Changmin, who wasn’t a huge fan of fancy clothing, groaned. But he also didn’t want to ruin his parents wedding, so he could accept it this once. And he knew girls liked a man in a suit.

''You know what? Fine, Eomma. Only this once because it’s your wedding'' Jiwoo smiled at her son and hugged him tighty. ''Eomma~ stop it!''

''Never. Now, go and watch Bluey with your sister''

Changmin saluted his mother and disappeared into the living room.

Jiwoo smiled. She was happy her kids had such a great relationship despite the age gap. Changmin had always been amazing to his sister. Jiwoo knew that she never needed a babysitter. She had her son.

Of course she'd pay him for it. She would never force him to babysit his sister without pay.

The woman turned to the mountain of dishes let out a deep sigh. She had decided to make jjajangmyeon, but the nonstick pan wasn't clean, and she hadn't had the energy to clean it before cooking, so now the jjajang sauce had dried into the pan.

She filled it up with warm water and allowed it to soak while she did the other dishes.

When she finished the dishes, the promise of shopping with Ara and Changmin had completely slipped her mind.

She walked into the living room, laid down on the couch behind her kids, and fell asleep almost instantly.

Ara turned around since Jiwoo snored slightly. A she spotted her mother a pout grew on her small, doll-like lips.. She stretched out her small hand to poke her mother in the face, but Changmin caught her hand before she could.

''Ara, Eomma needs to sleep'' He said in a soft voice.

''But Eomma promised she would take us to buy clothes'' Ara pouted even more and turned on the charm.

Changmin took a deep breath to not give in. ''Let’s see if Appa has time, hm?''

That seemed to peak Ara's intrest as she nodded immediately. She quickly turned off the TV. She walked up the stairs with Changmin in tow, who was also ready to catch her if she slipped.

Jungkook's door was closed, since he knew he could be quite loud whenever he was live. Ara however did not see this as a problem and slammed the door open. ''Appa!''

The man flinched at her scream. ''Yes, love?''

''Eomma promised she would go buy dresses with me, but she's sleeping''

Changmin chuckled awkwardly and looked at his father. ''I tried stopping her''

Jungkook smiled. ''Don't worry. I'll take you shopping now, before I go live then. Let me just get changed''

The little girl smiled in excitement. ''Yay!''

The man changed into some baggy, black jeans, a black loose, oversized t-shirt, a beanie and a pair of sunglasses.

''Appa, you look like a thief'' Ara stated when Jungkook finsihed of his outfit with his watch and some additional braceletes.

Jungkook picked his little girl up and spun her around. ''Well, I managed to steal your mom's heart'' He set her back on the ground.

''You are the cheesiest man I have ever met'' Changmin mumbled and took out his phone.

''Changmin, which one of us is about to get married? Because I happen to know it's not you. My cheese works!''

The son shook his head in disappointment. ''You're so weird''

Jungkook ignored his son and turned to Ara. ''Do you want to wear your pink flower dress, Ara, my favorite child?''

Changmin looked at the his father with a bored look, meaning the use of favoritism had no effect on him whatsoever.

Ara's excitement only grew. One, she adored attention, like any five year old would, two, dresses! ''Yes!''

Jungkook smiled and carried her into her own room and helped her to get changed. ''Now you're all ready for shopping. Jiwoo already said you’re coming, and to be honest, she’s scarier than you’ll ever be''

They walked outside to the car. ''Appa, you’re a wuss. She’s your fiancée, be a man and tell her you don't want to go shopping, or rather the fact that I don't want to go shopping''

Jungkook shook his head and put Ara in her carseat before he got into the drivers seat. ''No, I prefer being on Jiwoo's good side a month before the wedding, you can argue with her'' He waited for Changmin to get into the passenger’s seat. As soon as his son had buckled his seethed he started the car and headed towards the mall.

The second they entered the shop all eyes turned to them.

Sure, Ara loved attention, but she was also very introverted and shy. She liked attention when it came from people she already knew. ''Appa, why's everyone staring at us?'' She grabbed her father’s hand and walked slightly behind his legs.

Changmin had his eyes glued to his phone. He was busy chatting his his friends, who the parents allowed to attend the wedding to make it less sufferable for the boy, about tuxes.

Well, chatting was maybe not correct. He was mostly complaining.

The man looked around. ''Probably because we're dressed different from each other, or because your appa is famous'' He squatted down and picked up Ara. ''Now, which dress do you want?''

''I don’t know. You choose''

Jungkook picked up his daughter and made a beeline to the white dresses. ''Pick any dress you want, Changmin, don't you even think about escaping'' Jungkook turned to his son, who had one foot out the store.

''Why do you have to know my every move!'' He whined and walked over to his father.

''Because I did the exact same thing before I met your mother'' Jungkook shrugged and smirked. Changmin groaned and stopped his escape attempt.

Ara, who noticed none of the squabbling, smiled as she went through the racks, looking for the perfect dress.

While he scowered the store, he noticed he was the only man in the whole store, except his son who stood by the entrance, looking as bored as ever.

And moments later the first article showed up on Jungkook's phone.

BTS band member, Jungkook, spotted at the local mall with his son and daughter. Jeon was seen dressed in head to toe in black, meanwhile daughter was dressed in a  beautiful, pink, floral dress and seemingly looking for a dress fit for the upcoming wedding. We can't even imagine how adorable she will be. Changmin was spotted by the entrance, looking less excited for the dress shopping (which is understandable for a boy his age) Here are some more pictures. See more...

When he finished reading the article, and finding no harm in it, he turned his phone off and noticed his daughter was gone. He wondered where she'd gone off to, and why Changmin hadn't stopped her.

Then again, his nose was burried in his phone.

Well, the mystery was cut short when Ara came walking with at least 5 dresses in her small arms.

''Ara, sweetheart, eomma is gonna kill me if I allow you to get all those'' Jungkook squatted down in front of his daughter and patted her head gently.

Ara pouted. She looked up at her father with big eyes, lip was jutted out in a pout and a sniffle left her nose.

Something Changmin had taught her to do to get her will through. Something the son had learned from his father, since he always did it to convince his fiancée about… anything.

''Ara, no''

She took it one step further. Her lip started quivering and tears started forming in her eyes.

''Aish... fine! I should put you in a drama class''

The little girl smiled and handed the dresses to her father. Jungkook smiled and took the hangers and led his daughter to the changing rooms. ''If we're buying all these, you're trying them all on''

Ara smiled and walked into the changing room with the dresses.

Jungkook was sure Jiwoo was gonna murder him when she saw the amount of dresses he bought for Ara, but he couldn't help it!

His soft spot was his daughter.

Besides, he liked shopping! And his son would do no shopping with his father, so he might as well spend his money on his daughter.

Jungkook chuckled every time Ara came strutting out of the changing room, giving a twirl before she walked back into the changing room.

They found some more dresses, Ara convinced her father to buy them, tried them on and headed to the check out.

''Since you bought 10 dresses, we will give you two tiaras'' Ara let out a happy squeal. The cashier took out a box of tiaras and held them out to Ara to let her choose.

The two paid for the dresses and headed towards the tux shop.

In total it took Ara almost 1.5 hour to find the dresses, try on the dresses, change some of them and get Jungkook to pay for them.

As soon as they entered the tux shop two men walked up to them, service smiles on their lips. ''Hello, Sir, how can we assist you?''

''So, my dear son here hates tuxes, but uhm, me and his mother are getting married so he’s got no choice. Uhm, yeah. Do with that information as you wish''

The men nodded and dragged Changmin into the shop. Changmin turned to his father and gave him a sharp glare. What a loving father, throwing his son to the sharks.

Jungkook waved happily at his son and took a seat on the futon together with his daughter and her dresses.

It only took Changmin about 2 minutes before he stood in a tux before his father. ''Happy?''

''You clean up nicely, Changmin''

''Is it good enough for your wedding?'' Jungkook nodded and chuckled. ''Good, let me change back and-''

''Nope, you're going home in that'' Jungkook took his son's clothes, threw his Black Card at him and ran out the store.

Changmin stood there for a moment. ''What the actual fu-'' He spotted Ara's big eyes. ''-dge, I really want fudge''

''Me too! Do you think Appa will allow us to get some?'' Ara's eyes grew even bigger in excitement.

Changmin smiled at his adorable little sister. ''With your face, he will say yes to anything''

The boy paid for the tux and turned to his sister. ''Here, I'll take them'' He took all the bags from his sister before he, somehow, managed to pick her up as well.

He headed out to find his father. The man stood a few feet away from the store with a smirk on his lips, mostly because he spotted all the girls staring at his son.

As the boy approached him he held out his clothes. ''Sorry, here's a bag with your clothes''

Changmin put his sister back on the floor. ''I promised Ara you'd buy her fudge''

Jungkook raised an eyebrow. ''Why?''

''It was either that or swear'' Changmin shrugged and shoved all the shopping bags in his father's arms. ''But there are no fudge shops here, so maybe we can get frozen yoghurt?''

Ara nodded excitedly.

''Fine'' Jungkook caved and groaned jokingly. ''Now, on a serious note you might wanna get a date for our wedding because I happen to know that all your friends got dates''

''Do I have to? I'm your bestman, I don't need a date''

''Oh, is that Hana? Staring at you?'' Jungkook pretended to look behind his son. Changmin whipped around with the speed of lightning. ''Ha! I knew it!''

''Fine! I'll take her''

''Good, I've already told her mother you would. She's very excited apparently. She's bought a dress, fixed her hair and nails... and whatever girls do to impress men''

Changmin chuckled. ''Fine''

''Let's get some frozen yoghurt for Jiwoo as well''

''Army, this is Ara. You've met her before. She's gonna answer some questions with me. Changmin might run around in the background for some school project about me''

@doublebunny: How old is Ara?

''How old are you, love?'' Ara held up three fingers. ''Silly, you're four. She's four years old''

@JayKay97: Is Jungkook a good dad?

Jungkook read the question for her, and Ara didn't even think twice before nodding. ''Appa is the best appa in the world. But eomma says he too nice sometimes and won't do things for himself''

Jungkook gasped jokingly. ''Is eomma teasing appa when I'm not around to hear?''

Ara nodded proudly. ''Yes, she also says you a blanket hogger. Whatever that means''

''Huh, she does? Well eomma is lying. Don't listen to her, she's mean and she's lying''

Ara giggled. ''Aniyo, eomma says the same about you''

@Army130612: Where is Jiwoo?

''She's currently sleeping somewhere. She was tired after her long day'' Jungkook continued reading comments, most of them compliments about how adorable Ara was.

@JayKays_RealWifey: Ara isn't even that cute, nor is Jiwoo. If I could I would kidnap Ara and hide her so that Kookie couldn't find her

Jungkook immediately banned the account that had commented and threw a quick look at his daughter.

''What did the person say? I saw my name''

''Uhm, that you're really pretty'' Jungkook lied. He hated lying to his daughter, but in moments like this, it was okay to lie.

@Jiwoo_is_hawt: Ara is the cutest girl out there! Don't bother with the mean people.

@JKs_lost_bananamilk: Yeah! And Jiwoo is gorgeous and the most perfect girl for Jungkook. You guys, and Changmin, make the perfect little family.

@V☑: Ara is so cute! Tell her uncle TaeTae says hi!

@Jin☑: ^^Uncle Jin too! Her most handsome, favorite uncle!

@J-Hope☑: ^^Nah, Hoba is her favorite!

@RM☑: ^^Nuh-uh, uncle Joonie!

Jungkook chuckled. ''Ara, sweetie, who's your favorite out of the uncles?'' Ara suddenly became very shy and hid in her father's chest. ''Hey, you know the guys, why did you become so shy?''

''I don't know... uhm... Appa is my favorite''

The man chuckled, causing his shy to vibrate. ''I wasn't an option, and I sure hope I'm your favorite''

''Uhm... Uncle Yoongi''

Another chuckle left the man's lips. ''There you go guys''

@Suga☑: Ha, I knew it! Suck it!

@Jin☑: ^^Hyung probably bribed her with candy!

@V☑: ^^Yeah!

Jungkook had planned to be live for another two hours, but Ara was slowly growing extremely bored.

''Appa, I'm bored. Eomma promised she'd play dress up with me''

''Appa can't play right now, but... you can... color my tattoos'' He took out a pencil case filled with a bunch of colorfull markers.

Ara seemed very intrigued by this idea and immediately poured out the markers on the table. She grabbed Jungkook's right arm and put it on the table. Meanwhile his left hand was wrapped tightly around her waist to keep her from sliding off his lap.

''Can you make my hair pretty?''

Jungkook smiled at his daughter and kissed her cheek. ''Of course, agi, if you can wait with painting''

Ara nodded quickly and sat up straight.

He continued reading the comments and answering questions while he braided his daughter's hair.

''Appa, where's the stupid book your group wrote like a billion years ago?'' Changmin asked and dug around his father's room, half naked, a habit he'd picked up from his father.

''You know I'm live, right?''

The boy stood up straight and stared at the phone. ''Yeah... absolutely...'' He slowly backed out of the room, which caused Jungkook to chuckle loudly.

@Changmins_onetrue_love: Does your son need a girlfriend?

''No, he's got a girl already. Not official-''

''Appa! Stop telling the world about my life!'' Changmin shouted from his room, which was wall to wall with Jungkook's studio.

@JeonChangmin_Official☑️: Appa, you're mean! Stop telling everyone about my life! I am single, right now, but I'm not looking for anyone but a... special girl.

Jungkook chuckled as he read his son's comment. ''Sorry, Changmin, I'll stop'' He finished Ara's braids and planted a small kiss at the top of her head.

The second his hand landed on the table again, Ara was quick to fill in all his tattoos in different colors.

Jiwoo woke up three hours later and was very confused. Her daughter was no longer on the ground watching Bluey, she assumed Changmin had just grown bored and did his own thing.

''Eh, she's probably with Jungkook- who’s live'' She hurried up the stairs and noticed that his door was open. ''Fuck'' She entered and spotted Ara in Jungkook's lap. ''Oh my god, Jungkook I'm so sorry!''

She was about to grab Ara out of his lap and leave Jungkook alone, but Jungkook shook his head.

''She isn't interrupting anything. The fans love her and she's making my arm very pretty''

Jiwoo looked down at her husband's right arm and smiled. ''Wow, very pretty. Well, I'll leave her with you then''

''No, come here. Look at her dress, we went shopping''

She walked around his chair and stood on his left side. ''How many dresses did you buy?''

Jiwoo was more than used with Jungkook going shopping with Ara instead of herself. She was also used to him buying an excessive amount of things for her, when in reality she only needed one or two.

''Ten...'' He mumbled into his daughters hair.

''What!?''

''Ten! Don't be mad! Ara is here, and about 10'000'000 people are watching you right now''

Jiwoo took a deep breath from her spot on his left side. ''How in the world have you not gone broke yet?''

''Doesn't matter. Come here''

''Why?''

He smirked and wrapped his arm around her waist. He pulled her into his lap pecked her cheek. ''Have I ever told you that you're beautiful?''

''You tell me that about every single day''

''Well, truth only'' He pecked her lips, making her blush.

@Jikook_endgame: Okay, my ship has been sailing since they got hitched, but I still fangirl whenever they kiss

@사랑해: ^^ I'm with you 100 percent!

''Jungkook, you're live'' Jiwoo wasn't a big fan of PDA, but sometimes she just couldn't stop Jungkook from kissing her in front of people.

''I know''

Jiwoo burried her head in his shoulder as she felt another blush rise to her cheeks. She wasn't unfamiliar with Army, or Jungkook's lives, but she didn't like kissing on camera.

''My two favorite girls''

@Jimin☑: My one true pair!

''Eomma! Stop making out with Appa live! I need help with something!'' Changmin shouted from his room.

''Gotta go'' Jiwoo patted Jungkook's head. ''Ara, be nice'' Ara saluted her mother and went back to her coloring.

She entered her son's room with a confused look. Changmin was running around the room, throwing clothes everywhere. ''I'm fucking freaking out Eomma!'' He shouted and continued.

''I can see that! Why!?'' Jiwoo shouted in the same tone.

''Hana asked if I wanna get dinner, and despite me not being hungry, I accepted and I don't know what to wear!''

Jiwoo grabbed her son's shoulders and stopped him from running around. ''Look just- wow, your shoulders have broadened, a lot- not the point, look, just dress like you usually would. Baggy pants, t-shirt, hoodie. Especially a hoodie, so you can give it to her when she insists she isn't freezing''

Changmin dug out some clothes that fit into Jiwoo's description. He put on the clothes and did a little twirl. ''Does this look good?''

''You know it looks good, you've got your father's fashion style'' Jiwoo patted his head. ''And you've got his hair- goddamn you've got great hair''

''Eomma, not time for that, which shoes'' He turned his mother to face his wall of shoes. It held almost every pair of Air Jordans ever sold, since Jungkook insisted he needed them. Why? Because Changmin mentioned he liked them, once.

He wasn't ungreatful. He loved his shoe-collection more than anything (except his family) and he took great care of them. But sometimes having a billion different pairs of shoes made choosing extremely hard.

''Purple hoodie, black pants, purple t-shirt, purple shoes? I don't fucking know! Jungkook looked at me a while ago and told me to change because I "didn't fit his vibe", I called him an ass but changed''

Changmin whined and threw himself on the bed face first. ''I have to cancel with Hana, I'm a mess!''

Jiwoo sighed at her son. ''You're too much like your father. Jungkook! Come here a second! Say no and I'll rub your shoes against the pavement''

Jungkook appeared in the room within ten seconds, Ara in his arms. His eyes were wide in fear. ''What? Don't touch my shoes!''

''Your son needs help with clothes''

Jungkook looked him over before he looked at his wall. ''These'' He picked the shoes Jiwoo'd mentioned, which caused the woman to smirk.

''I have great taste!'' Jiwoo cheered as her son laced up his shoes.

''Can I go back to ARMY?'' Jungkook asked awkwardly and backed out the door.

''Yeah''

Jiwoo walked over to her son's dresser and found one of his billion perfumes. ''This one'' She held up his Calvin Klein perfume. She sprayed a few pumps in the air and forced Changmin to twirl around in it.

She knew perfume, not clothes.

He looked at the clock and realized he was gonna be late soon. He slid down the stair railing, which Jiwoo'd forbid him from doing, but the rule didn't stick apparently.

''Changmin! What the hell?''

''I love you Eomma, but I’m gonna be late!''

''Okay, have fun!''

The wedding was getting closer and Jiwoo was growing extremely stressed. Jungkook was of great help, of course, but she was such a perfectionist, so that didn't really help.

Jungkook also realized it was better to just let her do her thing and back off.

Flowers?

Yeah, that was the current problem.

Jiwoo was sitting in the livingroom. Flowers were all over the place. All kinds of flowers. Roses, lilies, tulips, snow drops, daisies, sakuras, gladiolus, daffodils.

Changmin was allergic to pollen. Changmin was suffering, but he was also slightly concerned as his mother wouldn't leave anything undone. Which meant she hadn't eaten anything in the past 24 hours.

''Eomma, you need to eat, and I need to get out of this house before I die'' He sniffled.

''I can't right now, I have to-''

''Appa!'' Changmin cut the woman off.

Jungkook came downstairs. He looked between the two people in the living room. Changmin gave him a look, which meant "pick the woman up".

And so he did just that.

''Yah! Put me down! I need to-''

''Eat. I'm not putting you down until you promise to eat something. I can go get you McDonald's, just eat something''

Jiwoo sighed and fell limp on his shoulder. ''Fine''

''Good girl'' He put her down. ''You can continue now, as long as you eat when I get back with your food''

''Promise'' She put her hand on her chest. ''Now, what do you think about pink roses?''

''Whatever you choose will be perfect'' He kissed her head and disappeared out the door.

Jiwoo walked back into the livingroom and chuckled as Ara happily walked around, sniffing all the flowers. Changmin laid on the floor and suffered. ''Eomma, please be done soon''

''I promise, what do you guys think about these?'' She asked and held up a bouquet of pink roses.

''It's your wedding, eomma, not ours'' Changmin sat up. ''I believe that you'll plan the most perfect wedding ever''

''Like or not'' Jiwoo ignored her son's warming words and held the bouquet closer to him.

''They're gorgeous''

Jiwoo jotted down some notes and laid down the flowers. ''Good, now...''

Everyone were having fun, either because of alcohol or because it being a wedding.

Jiwoo was over the moon. She had been dreaming about this day since she first started dating Jungkook 17 years ago!

As they were slow dancing Jiwoo spotted her daughter sitting on a chair, impatiently kicking her tiny legs.

''I think someone else wants to dance with you'' Jiwoo nudged her head in Ara's direction.

''Well, then you're embarrassing Changmin in front of Hana''

''Deal- god we're amazing parents'' Jiwoo allowed her fiancée husband to dance with their daughter. She walked up to their son and held out a hand. ''I'm here per your father's request to embarrass you''

Hana chuckled at Changmin's horrified expression. ''It's fine Changmin, it's totally cool and I won't leave you forever''

Changmin wasn't necessarily embarrassed to dance with his mother, he loved dancing with her, but he kind of wanted to spend some time with Hana.

Altough he'd spotted her with her nose burried in her phone during majority of the wedding. He found it odd, especially since she blew up when he asked her to put it down during the cermony.

He laid one of his hands on his mother's waist and grabbed her right one with his left. As they started swaying Changmin smiled at his mother. ''Finally you're married''

''Why are you so happy?''

''Because you guys are meant to be, and now if you wanna separate it'll be way harder, especially since Ara's a toddler, and because I probably would've died if all those flowers were in our house any longer''

Jiwoo chuckled. ''Sorry, should've thought about you more...''

''It's fine. I didn't die. And come on, it's was for your wedding, I can kind of accept the attempted murder'' Changmin released his mother as the song finished.

''Your wife will be the same in the future''

''I know'' He smiled at her and hugged her. ''Goddamn you're short''

''You've gotta stop growing''

''Never'' Changmin walked back to Hana while Jiwoo sat down and watched as her newly-made husband danced with Ara. Ara didn't exactly dance, she stood on Jungkook's feet and he danced for her.

Across the room she could spot her son in a heated argument with Hana. Hana apparently didn't like this and slapped him across the face, before she stormed out.

A moment later her son sat down next to her. His cheek was now bright red. ''So... we won't be seeing more of Hana''

''Jealous type?'' Jiwoo asked.

''Nope, but she's been streaming the whole wedding live since she realized she'd gain some attention from it. I said she was selfish and she shouldn't have done it, she called me a jerk, since "You don't know how it is growing up with weird parents", why she said that I don't know. You guys are the weirdest fucking people I've ever met''

''Changmin! Don't swear!''

The boy shrugged and shoved his hand into the champagne bucket. He got a hand of ice and pressed it to his cheek. ''But goddamn she can slap''

Jiwoo chuckled. ''Women are naturally good at some things''

''Why was I so blind? She's never actually had any intrest in me. Whenever we hung out she kind of just... existed''

''You do crazy things when you're in love. I tattooed Jungkook's name a year after we started dating. Probably the most stupid thing one can do. But so far it's holding up''

Changmin chuckled. ''Well, I shouldn't bring you down on your wedding day. Wanna dance again?'' He stood up and held out his hand.

''Thought you'd never ask'' Jiwoo smiled and took her son's hand.

A more upbeat song started playing for all the kids at the wedding, and Changmin gave his mother a knowing look. ''This is our jam!''

Jungkook watched his wife and son dance like idiots. ''Let's dance for real, Ara''

Ara smiled widely and ran over to the other half of the family. This was the most perfect evening so far, and many more to come.

Jungkook looked at his family adoringly as they made fools out of themselves.

''I wouldn't change this for the world''