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alonetimelover · 1 year ago

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Hi, was wondering if you could write a dadrry social media au? Could be about anything, just love to see that content ❤️ amazing work btw!

pairing: Harry Styles x famous!reader

summary: just dadrry and his sweet family of five

a/n: a little fic based in the famous!reader universe!

masterlist taglist famous!reader

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harryupdates

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harryupdates HARRY and his youngest baby were seen hiking in Italy!!

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ynupdates that's certainly a way to hold a baby!

harrysmoustache FATHER IS HERE

stylesbabie you're the real one for putting this emoji on baby's face! i saw others not being so considerate

⤷ harryupdates of course! it's a child and besides the as it was bts neither yn or harry posted their face

harrysmylife here i thought he would stop walking so much after having children. nope! now, he's bringing them with himself!

ynsmymama i saw photos with their oldest baby there as well, yn's having some me time

hArrysbtch y'all here praising him for being a father and here i am staring at his arms. my man got some guns on himself

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yourinstagram

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yourinstagram being heavily pregnant during winter >>>>> during the summer

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harrystyles You look flawlessly.

⤷ yourinstagram nothing you say will give back my biscuit

⤷ harrystyles We have two packs in the pantry.

⤷ yourinstagram yeah? but that one had the most raisins i've ever seen on a biscuit. and you ate it.

annetwist As soon as you'll be back in London I am taking kids for a week. I miss them!

⤷ yourinstagram you're the best, mum. can you take your child as well?

⤷ harrystyles Rude.

⤷ annetwist Of course! You need some alone time!

gemmastyles hello, sexy mama. are you single?

⤷ yourinstagram i am for the next twenty minutes. let's make the most of it. gelato?

ynupdates you're glowing

harryupdates what a beautiful family

ynsmymama how do you like the ball exercises? because i hated them during my pregnancy

⤷ yourinstagram hi child! and tbh i don't exercise on that ball. i just roll on it

⤷ ynsmybestie ICON

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YN via IG story

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harryupdates HARRY was seen walking to the hospital in London! It's the hospital where YN and him went to a few days ago.

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ynupdates ohhhh, this is a fresh dad Harry

hArrysbtch that's the man that for the third time, THIRD TIME became a father

harrysmoustache DILF

ynsmybestie i love how cozy he looks

stylesbabie finally that big ass bag is full of necessary shit

harrysmylife when is he going to start wearing dad clothes? i can't wait to swoon over a man dressing like any father on the planet, because I will

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Harry via his IG story

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harryupdates

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harryupdates HARRY was at the playdate with both of his and YN's older kids!

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hArrysbtch hot dad at the playdate???

stylesbabie i hope those mums and dads are respectful

harrysmylife i asked for a dad outfit and he delivered

⤷ harrysmoustache definitely! my dad dresses the same

ynupdates he looks good, fatherhood is treating him good

⤷ hArrysbtch i wouldn't expect anything else

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dailymail Harry Styles and wife, YN YSN, were asked to leave the restaurant after customers and staff were disturbed by YN breastfeeding their newborn. Our source says that after having a conversation, led by YN, the manager of the restaurant didn't change his decision. Harry escorted YN and their child to the car and then came back to have a talk with the management of the restaurant. Apparently, he was visibly furious and on the edge of losing his temper. After a discussion and manager's attempts to apologise, Harry stormed off.

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harryupdates I'm not surprised he was furious! was yn supposed to starve their child?

ynupdates it's 21st century and people are still scared of women breastfeeding

ynsmybestie who was disturbed, men or women?

⤷ stylesbabie the article said it was three men complain

⤷ ynsmybestie I'm sadly not surprised

ynsmymama if they were so bothered by her breastfeeding near others, they could propose her some private room and not throw them out of the restaurant!

⤷ ynsmybestie but they shouldn't have a problem with it. she shouldn't leave restaurant for feeding her child

⤷ ynsmymama of course! but wanting to please all the customers you adjust to the situation. they didn't do thag

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yourinstagram

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yourinstagram Hello, you little people in my phone! As most of you know (because of Daily Mail) two days ago, my husband, our child, and I were asked to leave the restaurant we ate at, because of causing disturbance to other customers. The said disturbance was me breastfeeding our child. Before our waiter and then the manager talked with us, my husband took a picture (above) (he really takes pictures of everything) showing what was visible while breastfeeding (A BREAST !!). There really was no conversation between two parties. When asked if covering myself with a cloth would be more comfortable, I was just once again asked to leave the restaurant. No person should be forbidden to feed their children in public. I shouldn't have asked if covering myself would be more comfortable with others. No. We shouldn't accept this kind of non written 'rules'. With everything said, I wasn't going to let our child starve and went to feed her in a car, so no stranger eyes could see a breast. In the link in bio you can find a great article about breastfeeding in public and what parents go through to please the strangers being bothered by a flesh of naked skin. Be kind to each other. YN.

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harrystyles You are the best mother our children could have. And the best partner I could find and share the life with.

⤷ yourinstagram I love you.

annetwist ♥️♥️

gemmastyles You tell'em sister

ynupdates I am so mad that you needed to made a statement about it. sick.

harryupdates people are very delicate when it comes to breastfeeding but have no problem with parading without a shirt on

hArrysbtch im just gonna focus on how precious that picture is, and the fact that harry is that type of a father to snap pictures of everything

⤷ yourinstagram he really is, those 256gb are straining and in need of expanding

⤷ harrystyles Not my fault they don't allow SD cards anymore.

⤷ hArrysbtch we love a millennial

harrysmoustache that restaurant is going to flood with negative reviews right now

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harrystyles

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harrystyles To the best woman I know, thank you for choosing me to be your partner and father of our beautiful children. There is no moment in the day or night when I don't think about how lucky and fulfilled I feel spending my life with you. Happy birthday, my love. Your, H.

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yourinstagram Come downstairs. There are now words to describe my love.

annetwist Happy birthday, YN. I believe there could be no other person more perfect to be in our lives.

gemmastyles Happy birthday, wifey!!!

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a/n: should i write some blurbs about dadrry?

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles instagram #harry styles fake ig #harry styles one shot #famous!reader #dad!harry

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redrose10 · 1 day ago

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Can we do professor/student “quiet baby the others will hear you”. Please ?

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Professor Yoongi x Female College Student Reader (both consenting adults)

Warnings: Jealousy, using someone else to make someone jealous, light smut (smuttier than I planned but nothing crazy), swearing

I hope you like it! Also, since it wasn’t noted, I wrote this with Yoongi because it just fit him. I hope that’s okay!

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There was nothing sexier than watching your boyfriend looking all studious surrounded by books and papers, his tie undone hanging loosely around his neck, sleeves rolled up, and his glasses on the tip of his nose as he was buried deep in thought making notes and editing his paper. His recently bleached hair (he was a sweetheart and let you test out a new product on his hair before sacrificing your own) was tousled from hours of running his hands through it. He was finishing up his dissertation in preparation to obtain his PHD and you were so beyond proud of him.

You were also getting incredibly turned on by the sight in front of you.

Before you knew it you were inserting yourself between him and the table to straddle his lap. Slowly you started placing kisses down his neck.

“Y/N…please.”, he grumbled.

“Come on Yoongi. You’ve been working all night. Let me make you feel good.”, you mumbled into his skin focusing your lips on the spot just behind his ear that always drove him crazy.

“Y/N.”, he hissed as you began rolling your hips a little, “Any other time your clothes would already be across the room, but I really need to focus right now.” He placed a kiss on your lips before scooting the chair back slightly to make it easier for you to hop off.

He chuckled seeing your pout and the defiance of you refusing to get up. “I promise I’ll make it up to you once I turn this paper in. I’ll be all yours for anything you want.”, he said before giving your thigh a light smack to encourage you to get up.

“Fine.”, you huffed and retreated to the bedroom to try and get some sleep instead.

When you woke up the next morning Yoongi was already gone. On Thursdays he had an early morning lecture. Not only was your boyfriend a smart phd candidate, but he was a hard working college professor teaching a physics course.

And you just happened to be lucky enough to be in his 2pm class. Which gave you a great idea because you were still a little bit annoyed that he had rejected you so easily the night before. So you carefully selected your outfit, a short black pencil skirt and a crisp white blouse neatly tucked in with a pair of sheer black tights and your favorite black pumps, an outfit Yoongi had told you many times absolutely drove him crazy. To anyone else you were dressed up to give a presentation or maybe you were having a job interview, but you knew he would know the real reason and it would get to him and you could feel the excitement building.

When he walked into the lecture hall closing the door behind him your breath got caught in your throat. He greeted a few of the students as he made his way to the front of the class. He looked so warm and cozy and handsome in his favorite pea coat his cheeks just a little red from the cold winter air. You smiled when you noticed the blue sweater he had underneath, a Christmas gift you’d given him last year. You were really glad you decided to go back to college giving you the chance to meet and fall in love with such a man.

You did your best to keep your composure as he took off his coat and set up for class because no one else knew that the two of you were a thing. Even though you were two consenting adults, the school still wouldn’t like it.

Unfortunately for you, Yoongi didn’t really seem to notice or care about the little ensemble you were wearing. You didn’t get a smile or even an eye roll which you would have appreciated. This only made you more determined to get him worked up just as much as you.

“Hey Jimin?”, you whispered to the man next to you. When he looked in your direction you leaned over in his direction, “Do you happen to have the notes from last class that I could copy? Somehow I lost mine.” Enthusiastically he nodded and handed you his notebook, “Yeah of course. Color coded and everything.”

“Thank you Jimin!”, you exclaimed, “You’re just the best!”

Yoongi cleared his throat, “Miss L/N…Mr. Park…is there anything you’d like to share with the class?”, he said. Jimin sat up straight and shook his head, but you were less afraid of Yoongi. “Nope, we’re good. I just really needed some help and Jimin was happy to assist.”, you said with a smile. Yoongi eyed you both before turning back to the board to continue with the lecture.

“Wow is it warm in here or just me?”, you sighed quickly undoing a couple more buttons on your blouse. The top of your white lace bra just barely peaking through. Jimin, being quiet the gentleman, did his best to keep his eyes focused on the front of the room. That is until you leaned over unnecessarily close to him giving a better view of your cleavage and bra, “Here are your notes! Thanks again. You’re such a life saver. And a cutie on top of it!,” Shyly he chuckled before grabbing the notebook out of your hands.

Yoongi clapped his hands together, “Well it looks like the snow is getting pretty bad out so why don’t we end class early so you all can get home. We’ll pick up from here next class. Be safe out there everyone.”

You couldn’t help but pout a little feeling like you didn’t accomplish what you set out to do. Although it did warm your heart thinking about how he worried for the safety of his students. As you were packing up your belongings you heard him clear his throat again, “Miss L/N, can I please have a word with you?”

Slowly you finished packing up your stuff as you waited for the last few students to leave the room. When you were alone you walked over to his desk ready to get a talking to or something of that matter.

“I’m not really in the mood for one of your lectures right now.”, you groaned when you got in front of him.

But he surprised you by grabbing your hips spinning you around and pinning you against the desk underneath him, “Yeah then what are you in the mood for hmmm?”

He kissed your lips before slowly moving his own lips down your neck to your chest nipping at the skin and pulling your bra away with his teeth. This was completely unlike him. He definitely wasn’t into PDA especially around the campus.

“Yoo-Yoongi.”, you stuttered out. His hands slowing pulling up the hem your skirt as his fingers trailed up your thighs making your brain turn to mush. “What do you think you’re doing to me huh? You teased me last night when I was busy. I could barely focus. Now you’re teasing me here…showing up to class dressed like this…flirting with Park right in front of me. Do you know how hard it was for me to control myself?”

He rocked his hips against you to give emphasis on the word hard. The feeling making you whine out in need. “S-Someone’s opening the door.”, you finally managed to get out in a panic.

Yoongi grabbed your things and your hand and swiftly pulled you into the small closet off to the side.

On the outside you could hear chairs being moved and a few mumbles from students coming into the room getting ready for the next class.

Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest thanks to the fear of being caught, but your boyfriend seemed to have other ideas.

He gripped your hips pulling you back against him gently grinding himself against your backside. You bit your lip to stifle a moan at the thought and feeling of him needing you so badly.

The professor started the lesson and was going on and on about some equation. You tried to keep your focus on what was happening out there so that you could hear if anyone was coming to the closet and give yourself time to come up with a story to explain everything, but Yoongi’s grip on your hips intensified as he quickened his movements behind you. At some point one of his hands had reached into your blouse and lifted your bra up giving him easy access to gently squeeze at your breasts. The sensation making you arch your back and push yourself onto him even more. Both of you struggling to keep quiet.

Without another word he pulled up your skirt until it was around your waist. The tights were a lost cause those being nearly ripped from your body at the start. The sound of his belt being undone sent a burning feeling through your body.

“Is this what you wanted? What you were so needy for?”, he asked.

Unable to speak you nodded.

“You had no problem talking to Jimin earlier, but now you can’t speak? I want words Y/N.”, he whined feeling your wetness with his fingers.

“Y-yes. I need you Yoongi. Right now. I need you. Please.”, you mewled bracing yourself against the walls of the closet.

“Good girl.”, he gritted as he easily entered you in one go. Both of you doing your best to stay silent.

“Yoongi move please.”, you begged needing more stimulation.

“I-I know baby. I just..I need a minute.”, he groaned into your shoulder blade. Still upset about the prior night you decided to clench around him as hard as you could making him hiss before immediately pulling out so he wouldn’t finish so quickly.

“You think you’re funny don’t you.”, he spat while spinning you around to face him.

“Yeah a litt-“, you tried to respond, but were silenced when he hoisted you up holding you against the side wall of the closet. He entered you once again, but this time didn’t wait for either of you to adjust. He started pounding into you with such a rapid pace you completely forgot where you were and a loud drawn out moaned escaped you.

You put your hand over your mouth in shock because it sounded like footsteps were getting closer and closer to the closet.

Yoongi continued to lazily thrust in and out of you like he was determined for both of you to finish no matter what happened and you had to admit that the feeling was getting you close.

After a minute of silence the footsteps moved farther and farther away and the professor resumed the lecture.

You looked at him to see if he still wanted to continue and it seemed that he did because he picked up the pace again while sucking a bruise into your skin. You willed yourself to not make any more noise, but every time Yoongi would hit that spot just perfectly getting you closer and closer to your release, you would whine and whimper just a little bit more.

“Quiet baby the others will hear.”, he smirked before picking up the pace even more this time. It didn’t take much longer for the two of you to both come undone together. He held you up for a minute while you caught your breath. Slowly he let you down and pulled out, both of your wincing at the overstimulation.

“Fuck Y/N. That was so hot.”, he sighed as he grabbed his scarf out of his bag to help clean you up. “Yeah uh…I didn’t mean for it to go exactly like this, but I’m not complaining.”, you giggled, “So uh how long is this class?”, you asked suddenly realizing you were going to be stuck in the closet for a while.

“This is a quantum physics class and it usually lasts about two hours.”, he apprehensively said.

“Well that sucks.”, you scoffed feeling a little annoyed now.

“Does it though?”, he asked pulling you against him once again, “I don’t know about you, but I could definitely go for another round…maybe two.”

#bts #yoongi x reader #yoongi fanfic #bts x reader #min yoongi #bts fanfic #yoongi fic #yoongi x y/n #bts yoongi #yoongi au #yoongi smut #yoongi fluff #yoongi #bts prompt game

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juliussilver25 · 2 months ago

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The Christmas Transformation

Jueun is the epitome of a 20-year-old, soft-spoken, bookish nerd. Standing at 5’8” (173 cm) and weighing just 130 pounds (59 kg), he has a slight, delicate frame that seems almost fragile. His black, straight hair is slightly overgrown, with bangs that often fall into his almond-shaped, bespectacled eyes. His pale skin is smooth and unblemished, a testament to hours spent indoors, away from the harsh Korean winters. Jueun's features are gentle and boyish—full lips, a small, slightly upturned nose, and a jawline that lacks definition but exude warmth and charm.

As for his clothing, Jueun favors comfort over style. On this particular evening, he is wearing an oversized gray hoodie with the logo of a popular anime splashed across the chest. The hoodie dwarfs his thin frame, making him look even smaller. Paired with it are loose, worn-out sweatpants and fuzzy socks decorated with cartoon penguins. His outfit speaks of a quiet, cozy personality—someone who is a self-proclaimed nerd—science fiction books, anime collectibles. His gaming setup is his sanctuary.

It is Christmas Eve, and Jueun sits alone in his small Seoul apartment, surrounded by the soft glow of lights.

The snow outside paints the city in a serene white, but Jueun’s thoughts are far from serene. His boyfriend, Minjae, had planned to visit, but a sudden work obligation has kept him away. Jueun sighs and adjusts his glasses, resigned to a quiet evening.

There’s a knock at the door.

Jueun frowns. It is late. Hesitant, he opens the door to find a box wrapped in glittering red paper with a tag that simply reads: For Jueun. From Santa. Intrigued, he carries the box to his couch and tears it open. Inside is a single item: a sleeveless silver gym shirt emblazoned with bold black letters, BEAST MODE.

Jueun chuckles. “Is this a joke?” he mutters, holding the shirt up. It is comically large for his slim frame, but curiosity gets the better of him. Shrugging, he slips it on.

The moment the fabric touches his skin, a warm sensation courses through his body. At first, it feels pleasant, like stepping into a hot spring. Then, it intensifies. His arms bulge, veins rising to the surface as his muscles expand. His chest broadens, and his legs thickens with sinewy strength. His reflection in the nearby mirror shifts rapidly: his once-delicate Korean features sharpen and morph, his black hair lightening to a sun-kissed blond of Germanic origin.

As Jueun's body transforms, the physical changes became more startling with each passing moment—and soon, they are accompanied by a rapid progression in age.

His youthful, baby-soft skin loses its smoothness, replaced by the faintest hints of weathering. His face, once round and boyish, begins to mature. Fine lines appear around his eyes and mouth, adding a rugged edge to his striking features. His cheeks hollow slightly, giving him a more angular, masculine appearance.

The changes accelerate. His jawline grows more defined, his Adam's apple more pronounced. Tiny flecks of silver appear in his sun-bleached blond hair, but they only enhance his rugged allure. His body, while still outrageously muscular, takes on the appearance of someone who has spent years perfecting it. His tan deepens, looking less like a sudden burst of magic and more like the result of endless hours in the sun.

His age settles at around 35, the prime of physical maturity. Jueun now stands taller, broader, and exudes the confidence of a man who has spent years living in this perfected body. He looks like a seasoned athlete, someone who has dedicated his life to sculpting his physique.

But the changes to his appearance are mirrored by shifts in his mindset. As the age progression completes, Jueun becomes entirely absorbed in his new self. Any lingering fragments of the shy, thoughtful, nerdy young man fade into oblivion. In their place is an overwhelming, almost mindless fixation on his new muscles and the lifestyle they demand.

He flexes again in the mirror, running his hands over his chest and arms with an almost childlike wonder. “Man, these gains are great,” he says, his deep voice brimming with self-satisfaction.

Jueun’s fascination isn’t just admiration; it is obsession. He can’t stop touching his biceps, testing their firmness, or bouncing his pecs. Each flex seems to spark a new wave of euphoria. His thoughts revolve entirely around working out, lifting heavier, and maintaining the perfect body.

“Bro, I’ve gotta hit the gym,” he mutters, more to himself than anyone else. His voice deeper and laced with an American accent he didn’t recognize. “I mean, look at me! I’m wasting time just standing here. I need to be lifting, man!”

His glazed-over eyes carry none of the depth they once had. Instead, they reflect the singular focus of someone who’s entire being has been rewritten. Jueun’s transformation isn’t just physical or even mental—it is complete. Memories of his love for video games and late-night conversations with Minjae fade, replaced by fantasies of bench presses, protein shakes, and impressing “babes.” A Bro who lives and breathes for the gym, his new muscles, and the validation they bring.

Jueun slips on his sneakers—expensive ones that seem to materialize out of nowhere, perfect for a gym session—then makes his way to the door. His new gym bag hangs over one broad shoulder, stuffed with protein bars and pre-workout supplements. He opens the door, ready to head out and show off his godlike physique.

Standing there, bundled in a heavy coat against the winter chill, is Minjae. His eyes widen in shock as they travel up and down Jueun’s transformed body. Gone is the shy, nerdy boyfriend Minjae had fallen for. Instead, a towering, bronzed, blond-haired muscleman stands before him, a vision so unrecognizable it makes Minjae’s breath hitch.

“Jueun?” Minjae whispers, his voice a mix of disbelief and fear.

Jueun grins, flexing his massive biceps. “Bro! What’s up?” Jueun booms, flashing a confident, pearly-white grin. His deep voice holds none of the warmth Minjae is used to—it is casual, dismissive. “Oh man, you’ve got to check this out.” He steps back, flexing his massive biceps again for emphasis. you’re not gonna believe this. Santa hooked me up big time! Look at these gains!” He gestures down at his chiseled body.

Minjae stares, his mouth opening and closing as if searching for the right words. “Jueun, what...what happened to you? You look...older. And...what is this?!” He gestures vaguely at Jueun’s impossibly sculpted body.

“Yeah, yeah, I aged up or whatever,” Jueun says with a laugh, brushing off Minjae’s concern. “But dude, who cares? I’m a total beast now. Check out these pecs!” He bounces his chest muscles, grinning as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Minjae’s voice trembling. “This isn’t you, Jueun. You hate gyms!”

“I love gyms!” Jueun retorts, clapping Minjae on the shoulder, nearly sending him stumbling. “Bro, you should come to the gym with me. There are some fine ladies there who totally dig this. You can work on your own gains, too! Once you get ripped like me, the babes will go wild for you.”

Minjae’s eyes fill with hurt. “Ladies? Babes?” Minjae echoes, his voice trembling. Jueun, you’re gay. I’m your boyfriend.”

“Gay? Pfft.” Jueun waves a dismissive hand. “Dude, when you’ve got muscles like these, everyone loves you. Trust me, those hotties at the gym? They can’t keep their hands off me. You’ll see—you just need some gains. Then you’ll be just as irresistible as me.”

Jueun adjusts his gym bag, oblivious to Minjae’s despair. “C’mon, bro. Let’s go! The gym waits for no man, and I’ve got a PR to break.”

Minjae watches, heartbroken and bewildered, as Jueun strides out into the night humming a tune about squats and deadlifts. Snow continues to fall, muffling the sound of Jueun’s heavy footsteps.

Minjae stands frozen, clutching the remnants of their shared past. Somewhere in the distance, a faint laugh echoes—a deep, jolly Ho ho ho!

Santa is definitely not getting a thank-you note this year.

Epilogue:

Jueun’s strength and muscularity is on full display as he works out that night. He exudes confidence and power, dominating the gym with his presence. No one can resist feeling his muscles striations and definitions. Jueun revels in being the center of attention!

Happy Christmas to Jueun Santiago @santiago-silver

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rustedhearts · 1 year ago

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blue christmas (boxer!steve harrington x fem!librarian reader)

summary: it's christmas time, and your boyfriend's traveling the country kicking ass. will he make it home in time—or will you be spending christmas alone?

uses she/her pronouns and female anatomy.

✶ the king of the ring (1989) ✶ christmas carols ✶ main masterlist

tags: christmas!; descriptors for libby's friends but of course, not libby; kinda hurt/comfort (she's just a sad girl!); fluff; alcohol consumption; nothing major.

"i'll have a blue christmas without you. i'll be so blue just thinking about you. decorations of red on a green christmas tree, won't be the same dear, if you're not here with me."

— blue christmas, elvis presley

hawkins, indiana. december 1989.

“I can’t believe you won’t be here.”

The ribboned rubber of the telephone cord curled around your finger. You pouted at the flowered fabric of your bedspread, imagining Steve in a little Christmas sweater he’d never wear—but he’d be here. Cozy, warm, big and bulky under layers of cable-knit.

Christmas was in three days, and your boyfriend wouldn’t even be here.

“I know, angel,” Steve sighed through the phone. “‘m sorry. I wish I could."

And he does. It's your first holiday season together—your first winter full of fluffy white snow, and cold afternoons that make you want to curl up and sleep the days away. It was the season of love and affection; the time of the year meant for nuzzling noses and burying in coats for warmth.

You imagined so many times what the holiday season would look like if Steve were here to stroll through the town square holding your mittened hand. He'd come up for weekends—twice since the beginning of November—but it was never long enough. He'd get in Friday night, and have to leave Sunday morning. You never got to sleep in and feign domestic bliss, tangled in his sheets in the white, early light.

Too many times, Steve kissed your head in a half sleep and whispered his goodbye; a note on his pillow where his head was supposed to be.

Angel,

I'll miss you more than ever.

—Steve

"Me too," you mumbled, pout evident in the huff and puff of your quiet words. You let your chin fall to your arm propped on the edge of your bed, glaring ahead at your wallpaper.

The house fogged with warmth from a home-cooked meal roasting in the oven downstairs. Your mother had a jazzy Christmas tune pipping from the stereo on the counter. Your father—last you checked forty minutes ago—was reading the paper in his armchair beneath the yellow lamplight of the living room. Your brother was somewhere up the street getting into trouble with his friends, driven to boredom without school to keep them busy. You had a Christmas party to attend tomorrow night, and you still hadn't picked an outfit, or wrapped your Secret Santa gift.

"Baby," Steve sighed. "C'mon, don't...don't make me feel bad."

You rolled onto your back. "I'm not, I'm not...I'm sorry."

Commotion clattered behind Steve—hotel doors opening and closing, voices muttering. The bed springs squeaked with his shifting. Your chest ached and squeezed with what you already knew was coming.

"I gotta go, angel...I'll call you later, alright? Be good f' me?"

You pinched your eyes shut, willing the stinging to stop. You nodded without words a moment, and then heard the buzz of his waiting. "Okay...love you."

"Love you too, baby. Bye."

"Blue Christmas" spun on Lisa's turn table in the sunken den of her parent's basement living room. Still stuck in 1975 and decorated by her mother for the sole purpose of hosting cocktail parties, it was the perfect place for Lisa to hold her first "adult" holiday party: pink shag carpet, silver-tinseled Christmas tree, pastel wrapping and perfect bows, and geometric decor of diamonds and stars on the wood-paneled wall.

Lisa, Holly, Tammy (and even yourself) dressed in their best getups, hair and makeup perfected for Polaroids. They already snapped enough to cover the end table, and in every single one, your smile never met your eyes. You were too concerned with ruining Lisa's highly-anticipated party to be a drag, but the lack of Steve really weighed on you.

"Oh, honey," Holly sighed, padding her way over to you. She flopped onto the sofa beside you, arm wrapped around your shoulders. "You miss him real bad, huh?"

You sighed, head falling onto her arm. "That obvious?"

She sipped her (fourth) cocktail—something red and fruity and rimmed with crushed candy cane. "You haven't spoken a word in thirty minutes. It was just a hunch."

"I thought he'd at least...try to be here. I mean, he doesn't have a fight until next week. He could fly back and forth—but maybe that's...not right of me to ask that."

Holly hummed, setting her coupe glass on the Polaroid table. She turned to you, blonde hair neatly curled and pinned on either side, and pursed her glossy mouth.

"It's not too much to ask, hun. If he wanted to be here, he'd be here. He said he loves you, then he wouldn't miss your first Christmas together."

You peered at her, wondering if this were true. From their place near the tree, arranging gifts and flicking through Elvis albums, Lisa and Tammy looked up.

"Oh, that's not true!" Tammy squawked. "He's just busy. They're talkin' about him all the way in New York now."

You chewed on the inside of your cheek, stomach twisting. "They are?"

If Steve were truly gaining popularity across the east coast, you had more than just a missed Christmas to worry about. You sensed its arrival—his fame and popularity. Steve was up and coming, and he had an aggression not many fighters had these days. He had the drive, the passion, the determination. You saw it all in his eyes. You knew he wouldn't stop until he was the best, and he wasn't afraid to make the sacrifices necessary to be just that.

And maybe it was selfish of you to want him all to yourself—but you've never felt this way about anyone before. Steve was everything.

"Oh, Libby," Lisa cooed, hurriedly rushing your way. Tammy followed, and soon they were all surrounding you, perched on the sofa and the coffee table.

"It'll be okay! He loves you, it's so obvious. You just have to realize...maybe his career will always come first. You just have to find a way to be okay with that," Lisa offered meekly.

You nodded, but only because your tongue felt like lead in your mouth. The girls glanced at each other momentarily, and then Holly stood in a flash of sparkly, bubblegum pink and glitter.

"Well, to hell with Steve! Let's get drunk and open presents."

The glasses drained themselves, really. The records spun and scratched, the pretty, gilded wrapping paper shred to pieces, and the girls in the den soon became nothing but giggling messes. When you got bored of the music, you turned to the television, turning the knob until you reached a fuzzy, pixelated picture of It's A Wonderful Life, though the static-y voices fell on deaf ears.

"Oh, it's darling, Libby, really," Holly gushed, holding up the pink satin slip you gifted her for Christmas.

Holly was easiest to shop for—she'd be pleased with anything pink, soft, and fancy.

"I'm glad you—hic!—like it. And I love my book, Tammy. It's so beautiful."

The book, a cloth-bound classic, was wine-colored and gorgeous. It was so pretty you didn't even want to put it on the shelf. It would sit on your dresser for a little while to look at.

Lisa gave Tammy a pair of red Mary Janes, and Holly gave Lisa a new set of hot rollers. The remains of the wrapping paper sat in bits and pieces around you on the carpet, and you had to shoo away Lisa's cocker spaniel, Lady, before she ate it all. She trudged into your lap, shedding soft hair over your dress as you stroked her long, floppy ears, watching the pink-flushed faces of your friends through the glowing white light of the Christmas tree.

Despite Steve's absence, you were happy. You had your friends.

The giggles faded when the doorbell rang through the house. Lisa waved it off, peering up the steps of the den toward the first floor. "Probably just a caroler. Ignore it."

But the doorbell rang again. Lisa huffed, and Tammy and Holly giggled as she fumbled up the steps. In her absence, they turned to you, all gushing over each other's presents and asking after more cocktails. They kissed at Lady in your lap and tossed popcorn at her waiting mouth, and you fell in line with the amusement until Lisa's socked feet came flapping into the room.

"Libby, Steve's here."

You weren't sure you heard her right. The giggles dwindled again, and your hand stilled over Lady's head in a half-stroke. Your heart was in your mouth, pulsing dumbly.

"W-what?"

Lisa, out of breath and wide-eyed, had her hands on her hips with an ecstatic smile. "He's here. Steve, he's here—he's waiting outside."

"Well, for God's sake, Lisa, why didn't you invite him in?" Tammy chimed in.

Lisa shot her a glare. "He said he'd wait outside for her! Probably heard your cackling and got too scared to come in."

Holly soothed your friend's sting with a half-hug around Tammy's shoulders, but you were still numb. You carefully scooped Lady up and placed her on the floor, away from the wrapping paper. You pushed to your feet, smoothing down the skirt of your dress. You put your book on the sofa, and turned to your friends still on the floor.

"Do I...do I look alright?"

"Gorgeous, babe," Holly beamed. "Let me just..."

She stood, reaching up to fix your hair. She fluffed it, poofed it, found your purse on a hook near the door and spritzed your perfume at the crown of your head, and under your ears. She handed you your lipgloss and a mirror, and when you were content with the pink-eyed doeness of your appearance, you stepped toward the stairs.

"Go, go!" Lisa ushered you, giving you a nudge.

You steadied yourself on the wall, steps careful and cautious. Those drinks made you a little woozy, but nothing felt as fuzzy as the thought of Steve waiting for you in the snow. He came all the way here, for you. Your cheeks warmed at the very thought. Your stomach crawled its way up to your throat.

You made your way through the house, taking one last glance in the nearest mirror, before pulling open the door.

A cold rush immediately burst into the house, but any thought of shivering fled your mind at the sight of Steve looming before your eyes. Brown leather coat, black sweater, Levi jeans tight at the hips and loose at the calves. He had his hands cupped around his mouth, blowing hot, white air into his palms—but at the sound of your steps, at the scent of you, he stopped.

All you could do, for just a moment, was stare. Three long weeks since you last saw him—those perfect, round hazel eyes, those high, rosy cheeks. The tip of his nose was wind-nipped pink, the tops of his ears blown red. He smelled like vetiver and leather cologne, and he looked beautiful.

"Oh, Steve."

You crashed into his chest, arms wound tight around his stomach. He enveloped you in his own, holding you as close as he could; and the warmth of him immediately melded with yours. You buried your nose into his chest and hummed, eyes pinched shut just to hold onto this. This moment, this scene, this feeling of him so close after so long apart. You didn't want to let go.

"Merry Christmas, angel," he whispered, and then his mouth sat atop your head, pressing it into a kiss.

When the cold got unbearable, you pulled Steve inside. Fingers intertwined and cheeks sore with grinning, you skipped your way back down to the den where your friends feigned innocence despite their heaving breaths.

"Well look who's here," Holly cooed, watching you tug Steve down the steps.

You giggled, tipping into his side, one foot coming to kick up giddily. You felt like a schoolgirl with her very first crush. That's how love should always be, right?

"Steve, you know everyone. This is Lisa, Holly, and Tammy. Girls, this is Steve."

Your friends waggled their fingers in bashful little waves, and Steve lifted a wide palm in hello. You could smell the Marlboros on his coat, see the outline of a new pack in the front of his pocket. His hands were starting to warm up against your own.

"And this is Lady," you cooed, watching the cocker spaniel sniff at Steve's boots.

You dipped down and scooped her up, bringing her up against your chest to wave a tiny paw at Steve. He cracked a sideways smile, reaching out to scratch at her chin. You let her scamper back over toward the girls by the tree, and turned to Steve with your fingers looped together behind your back.

You could barely contain the giddy glee flooding through your body. Steve noticed. He nicked you under the chin with a gentle knuckle, and another small kiss placed on your sticky mouth.

"You girls been drinkin'?" he gruffed, thumb pressing on your bottom lip.

You shrugged. "A little. It's Christmas, Steve."

He hummed, eyeing the dazzled, feminine setup of the room. A mess of pretty paper, tinsel knocked astray, empty coupe glasses and picked-at pigs-in-a-blanket and bowls of snacks, a dog sniffing around for scraps and attention—harmless, he decided. Maybe even sweet.

As if waiting for his approval, and recognizing the submission, Steve turned back to you with a small smile. "Okay."

You took him by the hand again, tugging him toward the tree. "Come on."

But Steve paused, tugging you with just the resistance of his solid stance, snapping back like a rubber-band.

"Wait, honey..." You turned to him, and he reached into the lining of his coat. "Got somethin' for you."

He pulled out a slim, black velvet box. You pressed your lips into a smile and huddled close.

"But, Steve...yours is at home—"

"—shh. Just open it."

You were acutely aware of your friends craning to see over your shoulder from their place on the floor, petting mindlessly at Lady and munching at shortbread. But in this moment, it was just you and Steve. And he watched you intently once he handed over the box, gnawing at his own lip. God, he wanted a smoke. He just wanted you to love it.

You pushed the box open, hinges snapping back to reveal a navy blue satin lining, and a gorgeous golden locket strung inside. An "S" sat etched on the center of an intricately engraved heart, adorned with swirling roses on a delicate chain.

"Oh, Steve." It was all you seemed to be able to say today.

"D' you like it?" he asked, voice edged with worry.

You fingered at the locket, feeling the cool metal. "I love it, Steve. It's gorgeous."

He exhaled. "Good. Lemme put it on."

With fingers too big for such delicate things, he plucked the necklace from its box and pulled the clasp open. You spun around, moving your hair out of the way for his hands. With your back to him, you could properly convey your excitement to your friends, who mirrored your beaming grin with equal delight.

The locket rested perfectly in the center of your chest, and once clasped, you felt it against your skin with your palm.

"Thank you, Steve. I love it so much."

Steve, hands braced on your shoulders, tipped his head and kissed your cheek. "Anything, angel. It's all yours."

Lisa snapped the head of a gingerbread-man cookie off with her teeth, and Holly cooed. Tammy busied herself with the dog.

But you had a band of butterflies in your stomach and a drum line in your chest, and you turned to look up at Steve with nothing but adoration.

"Look inside." He nudged his nose toward the locket again.

Wedging a nail between the hinges, you popped the heart open. A crudely-cut picture of yourself and Steve—so minuscule it would be difficult to discern from a blob if you hadn't recognized the very moment captured in time—sat in a black and white fashion in the heart.

Another smile at Steve, loving and sweet. "Who knew you were so romantic, Steve Harrington?"

He tucked his bruised fists into his coat pockets and shrugged. "I try."

Steve had hours before he had to leave and a plane ticket burning a hole in his back pocket—but it was Christmas, and he'd do anything, even blow off his coach and a team full of people, if it meant seeing your pretty face.

"Merry Christmas, angel."

The softest of kisses shared between warm mouths. Strawberry-cigarette smooches were what life was all about.

"Merry Christmas, Steve."

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birthday girl .°୭̥ ❁ ˎˊ˗ aegon targaryen x fem!reader

normal world au! summary: y/n’s best friend invites her to a party, y/n running into her childhood crush—her best friends older brother.

warnings: drinking, smoking (cigarettes and weed), eventually; smut, p in v, oral ( m received), drunk kiss. (also sorry it was kinda rushed in the end…)

word count; 3k

the day had passed pretty fast and y/n laid in her room, alone. her tv playing her favorite movie as she ate leftover cake. her birthday wasn’t anything special, she rather spend it alone with a good book and her room dim.

humming to herself as the fork was pulled from her mouth, she frowned when her phone started to play its ringtone, reaching over to her beside table and picking it up to see it was her best friend haelena, the photo card being her and y/n as they had cigarettes in their mouths and smiled.

pressing the green button—‘hello?’ she muttered.

‘y/n! hey, come on, come over to my place i really need your help with something, please? and make it quick!’ she yelled before handing up, y/n groaned silently as she threw her head back into the pillow. she didn’t really need to get ready, she still wore her birthday outfit with was just shorts and a tank top. her hair house and messy.

getting up to grab her purse, phone and keys she bid her (p/n) gone and locked her apartment door behind her.

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pulling up the the cozy house that belonged to haelena, she shut her car off and grabbed her thing, going up to the door and knocking—‘hello?’ y/n spoke. waiting for her best friend to open the door.

she could’ve sworn she heard someone speaking—multiple people before a shush lapped over them. what was she doing? what did she need help with, and what the fuck was taking so long? it was colder than winter with the sun down and the moon over the horizon.

‘haelena? can you please hurry it’s so cold out here—‘ just she went to complain more, the door opened with a party streamer shooting out at her and yells of ‘happy birthday!’ scaring her a bit. opening her eyes to see the house lit with people and some holding their lighters or a candle.

she stood shocked as haelena laughed and grabbed y/n’s hand, pulling her in and wrapping her arm around her—‘happy birthday baby!’ she screamed happily while leaning over into y/n who looked around at the amount of people inside one house.

‘oh my god—thank you? this is crazy heaelna’ she laughed as everyone did the same, music of her favorite songs played throughout the room.

the smell of weed being very strong along with booze.

‘i just had to, your just so amazing and i had to do something to show how much i love you’ haelena kissed y/n’s cheek who smiled and grew warm to the face—‘awh, thank you, i love you too’ she smiled and kissing haelena back as the people cheered.

‘let’s get fucked up!’ someone in the crowd yelled, she laughed and nodded as haelena jumped with excitement, the lights being turned off and replaced with different colors, someone next to the speaking turning it up a bit louder, not a bit—very loud, y/n felt as though her ears would bleed.

‘come on, i got a whole bar set’ haelena tugged at y/n through the crowd as she squeezed between the talking, dancing and drinking people.

as they stepped into the kitchen she saw a table full of drinks—‘what the fuck? you bought all of this?’ y/n felt a bit bad, her and haelenas family were known for being wealthy, extremely. but she hated when anyone spend money on her that she could spend on herself with her own money.

‘well yeah, some of it no, that table was brought by other people’ she pointed at the separate table that was filled as well with different liquids and she could’ve sworn she saw a small stack of cigarettes.

‘this is insane, why did you spend so much on this? on me?’ she asked, leaning in and haelena shrugged and smiled—‘because i wanted to, you deserve it y/n, come on! let’s enjoy your birthday and when it all ends take me to your place so we can have a sleepover’ she smiled as y/n nodded in agreement.

the two of them getting a red cup of something before they went to leave.

‘oh wait!’ haelena placed her hand on y/n’s shoulder who turned and stopped walking, and watched as haelena opened a bad and started to open something with plastic wrapping. placing the trash down and running over to y/n to set something on her head, it saying ‘happy birthday’

y/n rolled her eyes and laughed as they walked out to the crowd. jacaerys; haelenas nephew; greeted y/n with a side hug as he held hands with his girlfriend rhaena, she wore a warm smile while holding a red cup as well—‘happy birthday’ they told her as she muttered a thank you.

haelena holding hands with y/n as they walked throughout the place and found a spot to stand and smoke a blunt that was in haelenas pocket, they smoked it and let the music take them.

y/n’s body moving a bit side to side with her eyes closed as the weed started to consume her mind, her fingers holding the blunt and cup at the same time.

‘happy birthday’ someone told her in her ear, opening her eyes to be met with chest, she looked up a bit more to see haelenas older brother aemond.

‘awh thank you, i thought you hated parties?’ she asked him, taking a sip of her liquor.

‘oh i do, but it’s your birthday so i didn’t mind’ he shrugged with a grin as y/n awed at him, leaning in and having one of her free arms loop around his neck, his arms wrapping around her waist and back—‘thank you, please enjoy yourself, if you don’t we can always meet up some other day, in a different environment?’ she asked him her voice, sending vibrations through his chest.

as they pulled apart he felt the faint lips of hers as they kissed him sweetly, he nodded and began to walk away—‘i think my brother has a massive crush on you’ haelena commented with a blunt hanging from her lips—‘what? that's stupid’ y/n rolled her eyes, inhaling the one in her hand.

‘is not! he totally likes you, he looks at you with those eyes’ she made a funny face and made her voice sound different when saying ‘those’.

y/n gasped—‘what eyes?’ y/n asked as haelena shrugged—‘you’ll know when you see it for yourself’ she told her as y/n shook her head.

in this state of mind y/n didn’t really want to think, nor had the capability to. her mind was fuzzy and her eyes lidded, a slight smile over her lips as her eyes wore red. the music and people around her encouraged her to act more out of it. the drinking added to herself, the shorts she wore were a bit folded up more, so they looked shorter than they really were, her tank top now a crop top as the tied it in the back.

her and haelena taking pictures and videos; jacaerys taking a video of y/n as she turned and dance around, him and his girlfriend laughing at her goofiness.

a bit later was then the drinking caught up to her—‘i need to use the bathroom i’ll be back!’ she yelled as haelena paid no mind but nodded once hearing.

y/n squeezing through the crowd as she excused herself in front of the people, getting into the hallway she noticed some people making out, groaning to herself.

finally seeing the bathroom door she failed to knock, opening it immediately and regretting it the second she did— haelenas brother, aegon getting a blow job, he stood with his hands in the hair of the girl on her knees in front of him her head moving back and forth as she was unnoticed of y/n behind her.

his eyes opened immediately and he maintained eye contact with y/n who looked away immediately and slammed the door, this gaining the attention of the girl—aegon pulled her off him him and stuffed himself back in his pants, going for y/n who groaned to herself.

‘shit…’ she muttered, the faint ache in her heart not going unnoticed even in her intoxicated state. stumbling to walk away in her short heels, she felt a hand on her wrist.

immediately turning around to see aegon, snatching her wrist away—‘what the fuck?’ she mumbled? her voice unnoticed as the fact she was drunk was present.

‘well you can’t just walk away pretending you didn’t see that’ he joked while she placed her hand over her face, fumbling around and fixing her hair.

‘i can, and will, go back to your blowjob whore—‘

‘whoa—‘ as y/n leaned against the wall, he grabbed her bare arms and watched as she squirmed out of his touch.

‘your drunk as fuck’ he laughed at her as she groaned—‘it’s my birthday, i can be drunk! not everyone is standing around in a bathroom getting fucked on—‘

‘awh darling don’t be jealous.’ he joked as she laughed out, her very slim aware mind knowing she was hurting and was definitely jealous.

‘i’m not! i have nothing to be jealous of, a girl on her knees in the bathroom while the cock of a fuck head is in her mouth, i’d rather kill myself.’ she mumbled as she leaned into him, her eyes trained on his own, he looked at her as her lips closed.

‘is that what you think when you think of me?’ he muttered. she failed to noticed how he was a bit taken back at her statement, the slight pain it brought him.

‘yes’ she seethed. hiccuping a bit before pulling herself to walk away from him. her eyes almost betrayed her, trying to cry but she inhaled sharply.

just as she almost hit the turn of the wall to the open space of people, she felt a hand on her wrist once more, pulling her behind the wall—‘what the fuck, aegon? leave me alone’ she cried while pushing him away.

he held her in his arms as she tried to pull away, her head on the side of his chest, her ear against his chest to hear his heart—‘stop’ he told her his voice stern.

‘let me go you fucking idiot—‘

‘stop moving—okay?’ he told her getting a firm grip on her arms holding her in front of him. she was shaken a bit and looked up at him—‘why won’t you let me go? go back to that girl—‘

‘i don’t want to i want to be here with you, your drunk and out of your mind right now—‘

‘yeah i am! how couldn’t i be? it’s my birthday and i deserved it!’ she yelled pointing at herself as aegon listened.

y/n hasn’t always gotten drunk, she was always the sober one to drink haelena home and didn’t mind it. drinking wasn’t her favorite thing to do but she did take enjoyment in smoking over it.

aegon has fallen victim to being one of her drunk passengers. he knew that one time it was bad and he threw up in her car, sha hated him for months after that; her mom buying her a new car even though aegon cleaned it out the next day when he was sober.

‘i didn’t say you couldn’t—‘

‘then leave me alone and let go of me!’ she yelled, he was scared someone would get the wrong idea so in a hurry he pressed his lips upon her lips, she quickly shut up.

the taste of liquor that consumed her lips and taste filling his own, he could smell the faint smell of weed that entangled itself in her hair and skin, humming in delight as y/n clumsy kissed back, aegon pulled away, him not wanting to kiss her like this.

‘let’s get you home’ he told her while lifting her up from her once leaning against his chest—‘no i don’t want to go home, i want to stay here’ she whined, pulling apart from aegon who held her in his arms—‘no no, we’re going home’ he mumbled, groaning while she was pulled up and walked through the loud music.

getting haelena, and aemond who offered to drive the two. aegon made sure that aemond remembered to come back and tell everyone to go home which aemond nodded to.

getting y/n and his sister to the car as they stumbled and laughed at each other, he held his grip on the girls arms as they walked to y/n’s car.

getting into the backseat—‘aegon!’ she yelled, pulling him by the arm as she hummed—‘what about your girlfriend? you gonna leave her like that?’ she asked with glassy eyes, aegon looked at the house and shrugged—‘she isn’t my girlfriend’

y/n hummed and let go of his arm before patting it and getting into the car, laying on haelena who wrapped her arms around y/n, pulling her close.

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as they pulled up to her apartment, aemond held onto y/n leaving aegon with their sister who leaned against him for support.

‘they’re beyond drunk right now—‘ aegon grumbled as haelena teased him and squished his face in her hands.

‘give them water and make sure they sleep, if one throws up have a bucket with warm water in it so the stuff doesn’t stick to the bucket’ aemond instructed. he’s been there to help them plenty of times when they were drunk so he was pretty much a expert.

noting, aegon let aemond unlock the door with y/n’s keeps which she'd given over to him with her whole purse which he held.

‘i’m home!’ y/n yelled with her arms outstretched, her pet running to the door like it was greeting everyone, haelena awed and leaned down to pet it, almost falling forward only for aegon to catch her.

‘we’re home!’ she yelled with a giggle. aegon looked around ar the coziness of y/n’s apartment the soft lighting of candles, salt rocks and other light other than the big like filling the room, her plants and other things adding onto the interior.

he smiled a bit at seeing the pictures of her and her family and friends on the walls and some in picture frames.

the boys walking the girls to the couch, aemond spoke to aegon—‘make sure she doesn’t lay back, she might throw up and choke on it, i’ll be back soon after cleaning up, call me if anything happens’ he stressed as aegon only nodded.

letting him leave as y/n fumbled to turn the tv on she did so and leaned back into her couch, haelena dozing off—‘don’t lay down okay? if you feel like you need to throw up throw up in the bucket’ he told the girls as they only nodded.

he walked over and to the hallway, the picture frames of different things filling the walls. going to the bathroom and whipped his face and prepared himself for a long night with two drunk girls

they both ended up vomiting in their separate buckets and finally dozed off for rest, aemond came back to pick up haelena and aegon only for him to notice them all sleeping. he rolled his eyes and went to wake up aegon but was stopped—‘no leave him…’ haelena mumbled while she rubbed her face, half sober.

‘why—‘

‘just, come on!’ she pulled her brother as aemond left them, unwanted as the two of them held each other on the couch, y/n with her head in his chest and aegon with his head on hers? leaning forward.

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the next morning, y/n groaned as she felt the raging headache.

‘shit’ she muttered, sitting up slowly only to see she had been in her room. looking around and looking at the clothes on the floor she groaned and fell back into bed, falling onto something other then her pillow. turning her head and seeing a sleeping aegon with his arm out where she had landed she gasped and sat up.

sitting up to make sure their clothes were on she was relaxed when she noticed she was still fully dressed and he was just shirtless.

going to get up and at least leave the room he mumbled—‘where are you going?’ in his low voice which was almost unrecognizable, she looked at him and mumbled—‘in my living room…in my house, while your in my bed’ she enthusiastically explained with each my. he grinned at her and sat up.

‘i’ll go—‘

‘go home? yes i think you should, it’s very early and i have work’ she told him, grabbing his shirt for him and tossing it to him while he caught it and watched y/n walk out of her room, her hand on her head at the headache.

aegon getting getting ready and fixing his hair and pants, and stumbling to race after y/n who’d been in the kitchen, drinking down the painkiller pill with juice.

‘uhm…what you saw—‘

‘i don’t want to talk about it, aegon go.’ she had this special thing about her where no matter how drunk she got she’d be able to remember anything.

‘no please, can i.,.please?’ he asked her as she looked at him and stood straight, her hand supporting herself on the counter.

‘fine…’

‘that meant nothing…and i just wanted to? i didn’t think, i wasn’t thinking i just…fuck.’ holding a hand on his chest while trying to thinks as y/n looked at him, her eyebrows frowning a bit.

seeing him struggling she walked over and placed her hand on his cheek, moving her thumb to stroke it—‘what can you do?’ she muttered while holding his face, him leaning into her touch as he let his eyes closed.

she noticed his eyes open and her eyes gravitated to his lips, him doing the same with her lips leaning in the two pressed their lips against each other, the kiss starting off slow only for it to intensify, their lips moving in sync.

groaning in her mouth as he held her waist and gripped it in desperation, pulling her body closer, moaning she held his face in her hands and pressed her body against his, him finding himself moving for a sort of satisfaction to the growing that pained him below.

‘please?’ he mumbled in her mouth as she nodded fast, pushing him over to the couch, he laid back and let her lay atop of him, her legs on the side of his body while they kissed each other she moaned in his mouth, grinding her core against his own, aegon moving his hips upward to hers to find some friction.

as she felt his hand move down her back and over their ass before between the two; he played with the hem of her panties before slipping his hand into them, rubbing her pearl and moving it in a circular motion.

moaning softly she closed her eyes in pleasure as he let her mouth open, hovering voice his. touching his lips with hers as he tried to kiss her, she leaned down and kissed him, moaning into his mouth then he’d placed two fingers into her, the both of them stretching her core.

‘fuck…’ she muttered. he groaned at her face when it was filled with pleasure caused by him. their faces close and the air from her mouth fanning over his mouth, he groaned when she felt her growing tighter—‘wait, wsit..‘ he told her.

pulling his fingers out as she worked her hands to undo his pants, she got it unzipped for him to push up and pull them down, getting it completely off, y/n put her hand down between the two and touched his hard cock.

moaning as she did so y/n smiled a bit and moved her hand up and down it, lining him with her entrance. the wordless transaction but only satisfaction of noise and pleasure filled the room.

pushing down and him sinking into her the two of them shared a moan as he was surrounded by warmth and her filled with his.

‘go slow..okay?’ he told her, he’d just woken up and he already ahs a half hard-on, he didn’t want to embarrass himself and cum the second he entered. nodding with her hands on his chest to push herself up, she moaned a bit, her head leaning to the side.

moving with her hips bonded by his, he looked at her as her body moved, her hips being connected, placing a hand on her waist to push up her shirt to show a bit of her stomach along with the tattoo of a dragon she had on the side of her rib, he grinned and let his mouth open with pleasure once she sped up her actions.

‘shit—‘ he muttered, her head lolling to the side but falling to focus on him, his eyes and hers trained on one another, he lifted his hips to meet hers, the two of them both firing their highs, not soon after both cumming, him lifting her up so that he could cum on a bit of himself and her, the two moaning in unison.

she leaned down and held herself over his chest as he held her body against his. the two comforted by each other.

‘i don’t want to be treated like the girl you left in the bathroom.’ she revealed. he held his hand on her back, heavily breathing and shook his head.

‘your everything and more…more to me. more than that.’ he told her. she hummed and found a soft smile as she placed with his soft chest.

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Yeah, this was a bad idea and you knew. This morning you decided to wear a cute— but very open outfit, which didn’t exactly match the weather, but at least you looked cute, right? You were wearing a mini skirt with thighs underneath and an off shoulder sweater.. you could’ve expected this. Today was one of the most snowy days ever in Boston, Massachusetts. Snow was practically covering the streets and nobody dared to go out, unlike you and your boyfriend Matt.

“Let’s make a snow angel, baby!” You say, excited about the weather. It had been a while since you had a great winter with beautiful snow, so you were really trying to live in the moment. “Yeah— yeah doll jus’ wait a sec, alright?” Matt says, his accent slipping through. God, you loved it.

The two of you walk into the cold weather and you immediately regret your clothing decision. Matt had told you to change, but you were too stubborn to. You wanted to get back into the house, change into some comfortable sweats and matt’s sweater, yet you didn’t want to let matt get the pleasing feeling of being right for once.

Matt plops down into the snow, almost disappearing as he does so. A small chuckle escapes your lips before you join him. That’s the moment you give up on being all tough. “Matt— I’m really cold.” You shiver, standing up quickly. Matt lets out a soft laugh, smiling at the fact he was right. “Yeah? Let’s get you inside then, hm?” He says, intertwining your hands with his, leading you back to the house.

He disappears into his room.

After a while he comes back with the most cozy looking hoodie ever, which he gives to you. “Put it on, sweetheart, you’ll get warm.” He watches as you put it on, not even trying to hide the fact he’s staring. “Fits you real good.” He smirks as he notices your flustered state. He definitely won’t stop talking about this one for a while.

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m4rv3l-girl · 3 months ago

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Happens to the Best of Us - Part 6

Bucky x Barnes

Bucky kept his promise and he’s got a surprise…

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Requests Open! (Requests are always appreciated, remember they can be sent anonymously ❤️)

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff

The late afternoon sun was dipping below the buildings as Y/N juggled two grocery bags, gritting her teeth as she maneuvered the door open with her shoulder.

The familiar warmth of her apartment washed over her as she stepped inside, grateful to be out of the bustling streets and back in the calm that Bucky had somehow managed to turn into a perfect little sanctuary. Normally, he was right at the door whenever she returned, his watchful gaze on her instantly, his hand reaching for any bag she carried—even if it was as light as a carton of milk. But today?

Oddly enough, there was no sign of him.

“Bucky?” she called, setting the bags down on the kitchen counter with a relieved sigh. She rested a hand on her belly, feeling the subtle weight of her little one—a constant reminder of the life she and Bucky were building together. Even with the aches and fatigue, it was all worth it, each day bringing her closer to meeting the tiny person who had already claimed every corner of her heart.

For a moment, only the soft hum of the radio in the background answered her, a quiet tune filling the cozy space. But then, the sound of shuffling footsteps reached her. A second later, Bucky appeared around the corner, a soft smile playing on his lips. He looked... hesitant?

That was rare for him.

Normally, Bucky had an easy, steady confidence about him, a calm demeanor that barely flinched in the most chaotic situations. But right now, he was standing there with an air of uncertainty, his hands lingering in his pockets, almost as if he wasn’t sure what to do with himself.

“What’s that look for?” she teased, crossing her arms (as much as she could, given the size of her belly) and quirking an eyebrow at him. “What did you do?”

A laugh slipped past his lips, soft and just a touch nervous, as he rubbed the back of his neck. “You always see right through me, huh, Kitten?”

The hint of nerves in his voice stirred a gentle mix of curiosity and affection in her. Whatever he was up to, he seemed endearingly unsure about it. Bucky, the former Winter Soldier and generally unshakeable force, looking like he’d been caught doing something mischievous. The sight was almost too cute.

“Well?” She leaned against the counter, watching him closely. “What’s going on?”

“There… might be something…” He shifted from one foot to the other, his cheeks warming slightly as he avoided her gaze for a moment, that shy smile still tugging at his lips. He turned and disappeared briefly into the living room, returning a moment later with a plain, white box in his hands.

There was a new, almost childlike glimmer in his eyes as he looked at her, extending the box with a kind of careful excitement. “I know it’s a little early, but…”

Her heart fluttered at his expression, his hopeful smile sparking a mix of anticipation and fondness as she took the box. Whatever was in there, he’d clearly thought a lot about it, and his nervousness was contagious.

With fingers that suddenly felt a little shaky, she lifted the lid, eyes widening at the sight of something soft and blue. At the top of the box lay the tiniest Captain America baby grow, the little shield emblem on the chest perfectly positioned as she held it up in awe.

A laugh bubbled out of her, and she looked up at him, unable to hold back her grin. “Is this…?”

“Yeah,” he murmured, his smile widening, though there was a subtle anxiety in his gaze, like he was waiting for her reaction to settle. “Thought maybe, you know… little one would like it.”

“Oh, I’m sure they will.” She chuckled, fingers grazing the fabric with a gentle touch, savoring the image that flashed in her mind of a little one—a mini-her and Bucky—wearing this adorable outfit. She could already picture the proud, slightly goofy smile Bucky would have, seeing his child dressed up like the friend who’d done so much for him.

Her heart melted a bit more as she glanced back down into the box, noticing a second, larger item folded beneath the baby grow. She pulled it out, and her jaw dropped as she realized what it was—a pair of matching adult pajamas in the same Captain America theme, one set clearly sized for her and the other, a bit larger for Bucky.

“Oh, no, you didn’t…” She laughed, eyes wide with surprise. “Are you serious?”

His hand rubbed the back of his neck again, looking both proud and a little embarrassed. “Heh… I thought we could all match for, you know… family photos or something.”

Her laughter softened as she took in the full scope of his gesture, emotions stirring in her chest. Pregnancy had left her especially sentimental, but this… this was Bucky.

All the hopes and dreams he was usually so hesitant to speak out loud, wrapped up in a playful yet heartwarming gesture.

He glanced at her, his expression shifting slightly as he took in the watery glimmer in her eyes. “Darlin’, you okay?” he asked softly, his voice lowering as he stepped closer, reaching out to cup her cheek with the gentlest touch.

She nodded, letting out a small, shaky laugh as she tried to brush off the tears threatening to spill over. “Blame the hormones. But really, this is… just so sweet, Bucky. You’re the cutest thing ever…”

Relief washed over his face, his smile softening as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a gentle embrace. He rested his chin on top of her head, the warmth of his body so comforting that she could feel the last bits of tension drain from her, replaced with a feeling that was nothing short of pure love.

“Good,” he murmured, his lips pressing a soft kiss to her hair. “You’ve given me so much, Kitten… couldn’t help wanting to give something back, even if it’s just some silly pajamas.”

She laughed, holding him tighter, her hands pressing against his back as she sank into his familiar, safe embrace. “I’d say these pajamas mean a lot more than that.” She glanced back up at him, feeling a sudden surge of gratitude for the man who had made it possible for her to feel so loved, so fully understood.

“I’m just happy you like ‘em,” he said, his tone filled with that slightly anxious warmth she’d come to love. “A super family, you know?”

“Yeah,” she murmured, laying her head back against his chest with a contented sigh. “A super family sounds just about perfect.”

For a long moment, the two of them stood there in the quiet of their home, hearts beating in a comfortable rhythm as they both let the weight of the moment sink in.

It was in the simplest of things—the shared laughter, the warmth of Bucky’s hand on her back, the gentle press of his lips against her forehead—that she realized how full and beautiful her life had become. She didn’t need extravagant plans or grand gestures. Just him, and the love they’d built together.

With a small chuckle, he pulled back slightly, his gaze meeting hers, the warmth of his eyes crinkling at the edges. “So, how soon do we get to put these matching pajamas to use? Is it 1 month now, Kitten?”

She grinned, glancing down at the pajamas and baby grow in the box with a playful sparkle in her eyes. “Mhm, sure is…Can we go and get Dippin’ Dots?” She randomly blurted out.

He let out a laugh, his fingers tracing gentle patterns along her back. “Anything you want, Doll.” Then, with that familiar spark of playfulness in his voice, he added, “I’m glad these pyjamas touched you so much that you’ve already got Dippin’ Dots on your mind.”

They both dissolved into laughter, the lighthearted, loving banter filling the room as the sun continued to set outside. And as she stood there, wrapped up in Bucky’s arms, the world felt more perfect than ever.

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⭐️ Was in the mood for some sweet, fluffy Bucky today. Let me know what you thought! ⭐️

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welcometothejianghu · 1 year ago

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Welcome to another round of W2 Tells You What You Should See, where W2 (me) tries to sell you (you) on something you should be watching. Today's choice: 鬓边不是海棠红/Winter Begonia

Winter Begonia is the tale of the intertwined lives of a wealthy, westernized businessman and a bratty, dramatic Peking Opera performer as they navigate the historical landscape of 1930s China.

It is a slow historical ramble of a show, to the point where I couldn't really say it has a single plot. Events just happen in their lives, and the show follows them with a pleasant steadiness. Characters go away, and sometimes they come back. Interpersonal conflicts rise and then get resolved. Sometimes you just get to sit and watch part of an opera happen. The last third of the show develops a slightly more cohesive narrative, but even then, it's still mostly a loose constellation of events related to larger goings-on in the culture.

So if you're looking for tight plots and fast-paced action, you'll want to look somewhere else. But if you're the kind of person who likes to wrap up sometimes in a gentle warm blanket of a beautiful show, I have five reasons you should give this one a try.

1. Oh, they're in love

Perhaps the most notable thing about Cheng Fengtai and Shang Xirui is that they spend the entire show smiling at one another, staring longingly at one another, and/or making each other laugh.

A lot of danmei couples depend on having at least one partner who, if not outright tsundere, is at least stoically long-suffering -- which is romantic, sure, but also exhausting in real life. These two read about as married as any danmei pair I've ever seen because they make one another smile all the time. They're incredibly touchy and affectionate from basically the moment they meet. They're not just in love, they actually like one another.

Now, don't get me wrong: These two are both absolute exhausting gremlins who deserve one another so they don't have to be anyone else's problems. But they're good-natured enough about their respective gremlin natures that when one of them lets loose with his rascality, the other tends to think it's hilarious.

They don't even have the mandated danmei breakup! They're never mad at one another for more than the length of an episode. Most of the time they're just refreshingly normal about one another (or, you know, about as normal as two drama queens can be). And when they're being not normal about one another, it's because the circumstances they are currently enduring are not normal either.

They're so in love that by the time you get to the last episode, everyone in their lives is like, gee, those two sure are in love. For the main couple in a Chinese-censored BL adaptation? That's pretty darn in love.

2. The costumes!!!

Of course I have to gush over the costumes. Several major characters are professional opera performers, and their wardrobes are just stunning in complexity and detail -- and accuracy, apparently.

But they're not even where all of the wardrobe budget went! Everyone looks great, from the dapper upper class to the household servants to the street performers.

I also can't get over how everyone looks so cozy in their winter outfits. The show really wants to hammer home how cold Beijing is, and so most non-opera clothes are either heavily quilted or furry. Not a single outfit in this show is slimming (except maybe for some of the gorgeous gowns Cheng Meixin wears). It's all about conserving body heat, which means a lot of people walk around basically wearing mildly tailored quilts all the time. I love it. I envy it.

3. Oops! All bottoms!

This is a show of very soft men. It helps that very many of them have spent their whole lives playing female roles, but even those that haven't tend to be pretty darn soft.

(And I'm not even talking about the way people keep handing Cheng Fengtai babies and he loves it.)

Du Luocheng and Shang Xirui are absolutely what happens when you get two soft gay guys who are kinda into one another, but they're both too lazy to top, so they just become best friends instead.

Fan Lian stands as a testament to how you can be the only heterosexual in the show and still be soft as hell.

The old married gays. Softness level: off the charts.

Chen Renxiang's role is that of the opera frenemy, and he's incredibly soft about it. (This actor is also apparently in the Sha Po Lang live-action adaptation! Maybe someday it will be released...)

Opera underling La Yuehong hardens up later in the show, but even when he does, there's still a tragic softness to it.

Even the baddies are soft! Pretty much all the rival opera bitches fall into the "love to hate" category -- and nearly all of them win at least some sympathy from you before they leave the story for good.

There's one more soft boy whose presence surprised me, and that is Xue Zhicheng/Kujo Kazuma, a sympathetic Japanese character. Every other Japanese character in the show is sinister somehow -- not surprising, considering the drama is set during the brutal Japanese occupation of Beiping/Beijing.

But this little guy is a gentle, well-meaning opera fan who just wants to watch his favorite performers! When his actions cause trouble, it's only because he's so well-meaning that he couldn't see how anyone could disapprove of his attempts at cross-cultural undertanding. He even comes to the rescue a few times, at significant personal cost!

Moreover, the show uses him to make it clear that there's a difference between the Japanese occupying force and Japanese people and culture. In fact, the show is pretty critical of people who conflate the two and use interest in the latter as evidence of support of the former. That is not a level of nuance I've seen from other dramas set in this time period, and I was pleased to see it.

In conclusion, the critial war shortage in 1930s Beijing was not food or medicine or ammunition, but tops.

4. A whole lotta ladies

Again, not even counting the fact that one of the two main guys, many of his buddies, all of his heroes, and several of the antagonists professionally dress as women.

The most notable of them is Cheng Fengtai’s wife, Fan Xiang'er. They've been married for years by the time the show starts, and they have a son together. Theirs is an arranged marriage that they've managed to make work so well that they've actually wound up liking one another ... most of the time. Remember what I said earlier about his being exhausting? She knows that better than anyone.

(Sidebar: If you are uncomfortable with a love story where one of the participants is canonically married to someone else, this may be one you want to skip. That said, there are several male characters in this show who have multiple wives and/or mistresses, so the metric of what counts as infidelity in this setting is ... loose.)

Beyond her, though, there are many more female supporting characters in this show, from all different socioeconomic levels, in all different kinds of situations.

A caveat: Some of the women (one in particular) are at times frustrating as hell because they're too often written as jealous shrews who believe all the terrible gossip they hear and act on it without having actual adult conversations with anyone first. I dislike this trope, mostly because it relies on making some smart women artificially very stupid for the sake of forwarding the plot. I have little patience for situations that could have been solved five episodes ago if somebody had just been willing to ask clarifying questions.

That said, I can't be too mad about that, because there are many, many more women who are not written like that. Some of them are good and loyal! Some are sneaky and self-interested! Some are callous and manipulative! Some are meek and traumatized! Some make terrible decisions! Some make terrible decisions but, like, you get it! You know, just like in real life?

The answer to better representation is almost always more representation. When a character is the only one of whatever they are, everything they do is kind of an indictment of that category, especially when that category has a history of stereotypical negative representation. When there are several others, the characters stop being representatives of that category and start being just plain characters.

5. It just feels good to watch

Don't misunderstand: This is not a happy fun time show where everything in sunshine and roses all the way down. There are plenty of tense and emotional parts. Not everyone we like makes it out of the drama alive. Not all love stories get a happily ever after. People disappoint one another all the time. Awful things happen when soldiers occupy civilian populations. Poverty is a bitch.

But the show itself remains a nice viewing experience. It's absolutely a feast for the senses, what with all the music and costumes and sets and props and old-fashioned cars and everything.

The story is very straightforward. It's never trying to do any complex schemes or mislead you before some big reveal. I imagine this could be a good show to put on in the background while you're doing something else. You're never going to be too desperately confused about what's going on if you zone out for a minute -- and if you are, just hang on for a bit, because by next episode, it'll probably be onto whatever storyline comes next.

I have not read the novel, and I cannot judge anything against its standards. However, my friend who has read parts of the novel tells me that the adaptation is much preferable, because in the novel, you get to hear everyone's internal narration -- and everyone's internal narration makes it clear they're all bratty, insufferable assholes. That is not the case here! Or, rather, they are often bratty and/or insufferable, but from outside their heads, it's a lot more charming.

Finally, it's legitimately a very good love story. Shang Xirui is the only person in Cheng Fengtai's life who loves him for who he is, not what someone else needs him to be. Cheng Fengtai goes from being enraptured by this beautiful little weirdo to basically wanting to wife him. They spend a lot of time taking care of one another, sometimes in the only ways they know how. They're capable of operating independently -- there are several episodes where their storylines diverge completely -- but they'd prefer not to. They've just each found their soulmate, and that's all there is to it. (The red thumbprint in the palm is about the most romantic thing I've ever seen.)

I'm a little surprised by how little I hear English-speaking fandom talk about this one, especially since (see below) it's a widely available, high-budget show that even has a Shang Xirui figurine, and there's no question about how in gay love these two are. But if you hop over to AO3, there's only 257 works total in the Winter Begonia tag, a scant 57 of which are in English, and if you've tried looking into the Winter Begonia tag on Tumblr, you know it's pretty quiet 'round here.

I can't be sure, but I'd assume that's partly because this is both a) a relatively low-stakes drama, and b) so enmeshed with actual historical events and concepts that you'd have to do at least a baseline amount of research before making any fan media. I would imagine that for some folk, this is a barrier to entry.

And it is 49 slow, gentle episodes long. I saw Tumblr posts asking which episodes are important, because the posters don't want to or can't commit to watching the whole thing. But the answer is ... all of them? none of them? There's no plot you'd be getting or missing with specific episodes. There are very few things I can think of that would even qualify as spoilers. It's just a walk through a couple very eventful years in the main pair's lives. I understand if folk aren't up for that, but if you are, this is really a gem.

Have I convinced you to give it a try?

I would say that Winter Begonia is perhaps the most easily watchable of any c-drama I've come across. Here's where you can find it:

iQiyi

Viki

Amazon Prime

YouTube

We watched most of it on YouTube, where the subs were perfectly fine. However, there was one episode where we had to switch platforms because the English subs were all out of synch, so we went to Amazon and they were fine there too. Other than that, I don't really have a sense of which translation experience is the best. Try them all!

(PS: If you feel like putting on a tinfoil hat, I'm just going to say, they look at one another like that in real life, too.)

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How to romanticise January 🦢✩₊˚☁️⋆☾🌬₊✧

Happy first week of January completed!

I know January can be one of the dullest & hardest months, especially because Christmas is over, it’s still wintery & cold and it’s back to “normality” but here are some things you can do to make January a beautiful and cozy month ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Embrace the beauty of new beginning’s. Have an everything shower, create a new schedule, tidy your bedroom/space, organise your work, clean, plan a glow-up/plan for the new year. It’s a new year which means new beginnings so embrace these changes. Change can be scary but it is needed and can be beautiful ₊˚⊹♡

Invest in YOU. Save up money (or use money from Christmas) to get your hair done, a new manicure, buy a new item of clothing, invest in self care products i.e - A new robe/fluffy dressing gown, skincare products, new January pyjamas etc ₊˚⊹♡

Journal. Purchase a journal and practice journaling. You can do morning/night journalling, or write about what you did that day. There are loads of Journal prompts on Pinterest ₊˚⊹♡

Wear white’s, creams, beige’s, baby pink’s, grey’s & browns. Neutral colours look stunning this time of year, especially when there it’s frost on the ground or it’s raining outside. Perfect for outfit pictures ₊˚⊹♡

Bundle up in your nicest coat and scarf and go on a wintery walk. Take outfit pictures and listen to romantic music as you walk. Bring back dead leaves from the trees and press them to create a winter journal page ₊˚⊹♡

Bake - Bake anything. The new year is the perfect time to try new recipes, maybe try some healthy baking recipes. Take photos of them and write the recipes down in a notebook ₊˚⊹♡

Have cozy movie marathons, watch your favorite comfort films under huge blankets with hot cocoa, in a cute mug ₊˚⊹♡

Heal your inner child. Listen to classical music, ballet music and movie soundtracks, to take you far away to whimsical places. Light candles, watch nostalgic movies & tv shows, read your childhood favourite books ₊˚⊹♡

Eat warming, nourishing and comforting foods. January can be one of the coldest and hardest months for your body and mind, nourish your soul with warm soups, hot drinks etc ₊˚⊹♡

Start new habits/hobbies, Yoga, Pilates, (Working out in general) Painting, Crochet. Having a new hobby means you can always go back to it in the year ₊˚⊹♡

Read - Create a new TBR if you haven’t and start it at the top. Read new books and make your way through the list ₊˚⊹♡

Try frosty “Cold Girl” makeup with beige undertones for January. Try a new lip colour or put something shimmery on your eyelids. Also, give your makeup a clean (your brushes, palettes etc) ₊˚⊹♡

Take care of your skin babydoll. Use a moisturiser after showering, wear hand cream, use a good winter primer for your makeup, always take your makeup off in the evening and never miss a morning/evening of winter skincare. This is when your skin needs it the most ₊˚⊹♡

Get a new daily coffee order/go to coffee order at your local coffee shop. Try something new ₊˚⊹♡

Try going on daily walks ₊˚⊹♡

Self care nights at least once a week (working week) and set aside Sunday’s to have self care DAY’S ₊˚⊹♡

Start a new TV series ₊˚⊹♡

Limit screen time ₊˚⊹♡

Make lists of things you want to go that day ₊˚⊹♡

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noisycowboyglitter · 6 months ago

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pairing: jeong jaehyun x fem!reader song choice: winter wonderland - laufey word count: 1.5 k PEACH & PINE MASTERPOST

The house was alive with activity as you and Jaehyun prepared Teo’s performance for the annual holiday talent show at his daycare. It was all he’d talked about for weeks, especially after he and Jaehyun decided he’d perform “In Summer” from Frozen. It was the ideal choice—fun, upbeat, and simple enough for a four-year-old.

Jaehyun took his role as coach very seriously. They practiced every day in the afternoons and extra on the weekends. He focused on teaching Teo the lyrics, the cute dance routine, and even slipped in some pep talks to build his confidence. Meanwhile, you were busy putting together the stage props.

“Alright, Teo,” Jaehyun said, crouching down to meet his son’s gaze. “Remember, you’ve got to start with a big smile—like this!” He flashed his brightest grin, which Teo mimicked with a giggle, showing off his tiny teeth and cute dimples.

When the music began to play, Teo took a deep breath and sang the first few lines of the song. Jaehyun watched proudly, his heart swelling with each note Teo hit. “Awesome, Teo! That’s it! Now, the dance moves—just like we practiced.”

Teo nodded, his eyes sparkling as he watched Jaehyun demonstrate the routine. The living room had transformed into their mini stage, while the dining table served as your makeshift craft station.

"Okay, let's do it one last time, and we’re done," Jaehyun said with encouragement. The melody kicked in again, and Teo shuffled side to side, singing about sunny days and good vibes. Jaehyun's eyes twinkled as he watched Teo, occasionally stepping in to offer gentle corrections.

When the song ended, you and Jaehyun clapped at Teo. “Sweetheart, that was amazing!” you exclaimed, scooping him into a hug.

Teo looked up at you with a mix of pride and nerves. “You think so?” he asked, his voice small but hopeful. “Absolutely,” you assured him, setting him back down. “You’re going to wow everyone, baby.”

“Of course,” Jaehyun chimed in, ruffling his hair. “And we’ll be right there, cheering for you.”

The preparations continued as the big day drew closer. You’d found the perfect outfit for Teo—a crisp white shirt and shorts to match the beach theme. You even changed the buttons to black ones to make him look like a little snowman. And you found a pair of tiny black sunglasses to complete the look.

For the props, you raided the garage, pulling out all the summer stuff: Teo’s beach toys, inflatable flamingos and balls, and even an umbrella. The stage setup looked like summer exploded in the middle of December, which felt oddly perfect. You wanted to capture the playful, sunny vibe of the song.

You and Jaehyun knew how much this meant to Teo and wanted to make it as special as possible for him.

Finally, the big day arrived. The daycare’s auditorium had been transformed into a cozy winter wonderland with twinkling lights and a massive Christmas tree. Jaehyun and Doyoung had been asked to perform a song, so you all had to arrive a bit earlier than the rest. “I can’t believe it’s finally time for the show!” you whispered to Jaehyun, squeezing his hand. “Teo’s been practicing so hard. I just hope people will like it.”

Jaehyun looked at you, his gaze warm and reassuring. He squeezed your hand back firmly and whispered, “They’re going to love it. He’s a natural.” His smile, genuine and kind, eased your nerves.

Teo’s grip on your hand tightened as you scanned the rows, trying to spot your seats. The parents and their kids started to fill the rows—everyone dressed to impress, ready to show off what they’d been practicing for weeks.

The lights dimmed, and the school’s head, Kim Soohyun, walked onto the stage with a friendly smile on her face. “Good evening, everyone!” she began, her voice clear and cheerful. “Tonight, it’s all about our little stars!” She paused, scanning the crowd. “To kick things off, we’ve got something special for our opening act. Please welcome NCT’s Jaehyun and Doyoung!”

The audience broke into applause, and your heart skipped a beat. The audience burst into applause, and your heart raced in your chest. Teo's eyes lit up as he looked at you, his little hand pointing to the stage. “Daddy's going to sing now, Mommy!"

You smiled down at him. “And with Uncle Doyoung!”

The music started, and the spotlights swung to the center of the stage, revealing Jaehyun and Doyoung in glittery Santa hats and matching outfits. They sang a lively version of "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer." Jaehyun’s deep, steady voice balanced perfectly with Doyoung’s lighter, more animated tone. Their years of singing together were obvious—every lyric and laugh felt natural, and their easy chemistry drew smiles from the audience.

The crowd clapped along, and you felt a wave of pride. Despite their crazy schedules, Jaehyun and Doyoung had made time for this, giving everyone a moment to enjoy and connect during the holiday season. When they finished, the room erupted into cheers, and Mrs. Kim returned to the stage, clapping enthusiastically. “Thank you, Jaehyun and Doyoung, for such a fantastic start to the night! Now, let’s move on to our main event—the talent show!”

The two men bowed and slipped back into the audience.

One by one, the children took the stage, showcasing their talents. There was a little magician who dropped his wand twice but kept going, a pair of siblings who sang a duet like Ryan and Sharpay, and a group of tiny ballerinas, with Eunji dancing alongside them. Each performance brought smiles and cheers, the room alive with proud parents and joyful energy.

When it was finally Teo’s turn, he stood backstage, clutching both of your hands. “Just like we practiced, sweetheart,” you said, bending down to kiss his cheek. “You’ve got this.”

Jaehyun crouched beside him, gently pinching his cheek. “We’re your biggest fans, Teo. Mommy and I will be right there cheering. We love you!”

Teo smiled shyly and gave you both a quick hug. "I love you too."

Back in your seats, you held your breath as his name was announced. The stage lights came on, illuminating the playful summer-themed backdrop you’d worked so hard to create. The music started, and the audience recognized Olaf’s voice. Teo stepped forward; his clear, sweet voice filled the room, a little shaky at first but growing steadier with each note.

When he hit the final line—“IN SUMMER!”—he spread his arms wide, with all the confidence he had in him. The audience erupted in applause, the loudest cheers coming from you and Jaehyun. Teo took a bow, really deep, and then sprinted off to the backstage..

Jaehyun leaned in close, his voice low in your ear. “Let’s go find him.” You laced your fingers through his and made your way through the rows of seats towards the busy backstage. Then you spotted Teo, surrounded by his friends, telling him he did great. The moment he saw you and Jaehyun, his face lit up. “Mommy! Daddy!” he called out, running straight into his dad’s arms.

“Teo, you were incredible!” You gushed, covering his face in kisses. Jaehyun held him even tighter. “We’re so, so proud of you, baby. Everyone loved it!”

Teo pulled back slightly. “Really?” he asked, glancing up at you both, his voice a blend of wonder and hope.

“Really,” you both answered at the same time, smiling at him like he was the brightest star in the room.

After the final act, all the kids were invited back on stage for the grand finale. The teachers handed out little trophies to each of them, their faces glowing with pride as they congratulated the children. Mr. Parker, Teo’s English teacher, approached him with a shiny trophy in his hands. “You did a fantastic job, Teo! And your English was perfect!” he said kindly.

Teo accepted the trophy with both hands and a wide, dimpled smile. “Thanks, Mr. Parker!” he replied cheerfully. He scanned the crowd and quickly found you and Jaehyun. Without missing a beat, you both stood up and raised your arms, forming a heart above your heads, a gesture to show him how much you loved and supported him.

On the walk back to the car, Teo skipped ahead, his trophy gleaming in the streetlights. He turned back to you and Jaehyun, his dimples showing as he grinned. “This was the best day ever!”

Jaehyun slipped his arm around your shoulders, and you exchanged a look—one of pride, love, and the shared knowledge that moments like this made all the hard work worth it. You knew this was just the beginning of many proud moments to come, and you couldn’t wait to cheer him on every step of the way.

a/n: this one came waaay later because i’m still sick 🥲 anyways, enjoy! feedback is appreciated 💌 i miss jaehyun like crazyyyy 😭

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brainddeadd · 3 months ago

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Ummm mayhaps a request:

In honor of the lovely matching costumes of Matt and Jonathan (srsly had me crying from laughter), perhaps a Halloween party where reader goes as the snowman from Elf and it makes Matt happy

Or idk something along the lines of distracting Matt from the injury he got while they're with the others 🥹

Halloween Party 2024 no. 2

ngl i read this as a baby devil request im so sorry

so this is like some kinda weird ass joint ranger-devils demon party with them not dating

i hope you enjoy even though i royally fucked up

The arena was buzzing with energy as players and staff mingled at the Halloween party. Y/N walked in, beaming in her Snowman costume, complete with a fluffy white outfit, a bright orange carrot nose, and a jaunty top hat perched on her head. She felt cute and ready to enjoy the festivities, blissfully unaware that her costume would soon lead to an unexpected connection.

As she navigated through the throngs of costumed teammates, she caught sight of Matt Rempe and Jonathan Quick across the room. They were an amusing sight: Matt was decked out as Papa Elf, his tall frame enveloped in a cozy red and green outfit, complete with a fuzzy hat and a fake beard. Jonathan, beside him, was the embodiment of Buddy the Elf, with his green and yellow ensemble, complete with a giant smile and an almost contagious enthusiasm.

Y/N couldn’t help but chuckle as she approached them, catching the end of their playful antics. “Hey, you two! What’s with the get-up?” she called out, crossing her arms and pretending to scold them.

Matt turned, and his face lit up with a grin. “Well, if it isn’t the cutest snowman in the room! Jonathan and I thought we’d bring a little holiday cheer to Halloween. What about you? Did you plan to match us?”

“Match? I had no idea you guys were going as elves!” Y/N laughed, looking down at her fluffy costume. “But hey, snowmen and elves make a pretty good team, right?”

“Absolutely!” Jonathan chimed in, doing a little dance. “Snowman, Elf, and even a little Christmas spirit in October—what could go wrong?”

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully, but deep down, she felt a warm flutter at being part of the fun. “I think it’s just a little too early for Christmas cheer, but I’ll take it. You guys look ridiculous!”

“Ridiculously festive, thank you very much,” Matt replied, his voice dripping with mock seriousness. “Now, come join us! We need our snowman to help us spread the holiday joy!”

Y/N joined them, and as they made their way through the party, they turned heads and elicited laughter from their teammates. Jack Hughes, dressed as a superhero, spotted them and raised an eyebrow. “What is this? A holiday movie or a Halloween party?”

“Why not both?” Matt called back, clearly enjoying the attention. “We’re here to bring cheer to the chaos!”

As they approached the snack table, Matt leaned closer to Y/N, a teasing glint in his eye. “You know, Snowman, you really complete our little holiday trio. We could start a new Halloween tradition.”

“Oh yeah? What would that be?” Y/N replied, trying to keep her tone light, though her heart raced a little at the prospect.

“Dressing up as our favorite winter characters and spreading joy wherever we go,” Jonathan added with a grin. “I can see it now: the Snowman, Buddy, and Papa Elf bringing laughter to every party!”

Y/N laughed, feeling a warm blush creep up her cheeks. “I’m not sure I’m ready for that kind of commitment. But I’m definitely down for some festive fun tonight!”

As the three of them grabbed snacks and laughed at the absurdity of their matching costumes, the camaraderie felt easy and natural. Matt leaned over, snagging a cookie off the table while looking at Y/N. “You know, for someone who’s supposed to be a snowman, you’ve got a fiery spirit.”

She raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging at her lips. “Is that your way of saying I’m more like a fire hazard than a snowman?”

“Maybe just a little,” he quipped back, winking.

Just then, the rest of the Devils’ crew, including Jack, Nico, Luke, and Dawson, approached, each of them laughing and shaking their heads at the sight of the trio.

“What a sight!” Jack said, clearly amused. “The snowman with two elves? Didn’t think I’d see that today.”

“Yeah, but we didn’t plan this! It’s all coincidence,” Y/N defended, laughing along with the boys.

“Coincidence or not, you all look like you belong in a Christmas special,” Dawson teased, nudging Matt with his elbow. “And don’t think we’ll let you live it down anytime soon!”

As the playful banter continued, Y/N felt the warmth of friendship enveloping her. The boys’ protective nature shone through as they rallied around her, ensuring she felt included and cherished. Matt's presence was comforting, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that their connection was deepening, even if it was just as friends for now.

As the party carried on, the group moved toward the dance floor, Y/N sandwiched between Matt and Jonathan, feeling the excitement and joy of Halloween, but also the promise of something more on the horizon.

“Alright, let’s show these folks how the Snowman and the Elves can party!” Matt declared, and Y/N couldn’t help but grin widely.

“Let’s do it!” she shouted, ready to embrace the night, the laughter, and whatever came next.

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