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arijackz · 9 months ago

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PICK A CARD: The ☆Glow-Up☆ 2024 Has Planned For you

♠︎ “At bottom every man knows well enough that he is a unique being, only once on this earth; and by no extraordinary chance will such a marvelously picturesque piece of diversity in unity as he is, ever be put together a second time.” ― Friedrich Nietzsche

Disclaimer: This is a general reading, take what resonates.

p1 → p2 ↙︎ p3 → p4

✧ Pile One ✧ (queen of cups, 5oC rev., 10oC, the chariot, the magician, 4oS)

Release.

➣ The central theme of this glow-up is inner fulfillment. You are on a journey of true self-love. The queen of cups is sitting proudly at the front of the spread. Major water energy here. You are unraveling emotional trauma down to your roots and reevaluating past attachments and burdens with the six of cups.

➣ I picture floodgates opening, allowing all of the pent-up emotional turmoil to release and finally free you on a deep psychophysiological level. You released something, an attachment or mindset that was set in motion during your formative years that was hindering your ability to hold compassion for yourself.

➣ Shuffling my music, "Daddy Issues" by the Neighbourhood came on. I also saw the hierophant while shuffling the cards. You experienced a lot of undervaluing and emotional neglect in your home. Emotions in your home were taboo and possibly even punished.

➣ I feel like the people around you growing up, were either always dissatisfied with you in some way or made you feel small. Since this is a group reading, it is hard to word this without excluding a large chunk of the audience, but some of you grew up in a home situation where any form of outward self-love or expression was met with a lot of negativity and ridicule.

➣ This forced you into hiding your true self which groomed you into a mental space full of self-criticism and doubt. In your mind, you were unwanted or inherently broken in some way and deserved less. The way you were treated created deep emotional wounds in your young psyche which made it hard to feel satisfaction within yourself or with the outer world.

➣ With the five of cups, I get the sense that you had felt you were in a desert and unable to fill any of your cups so to speak. Baby, that’s coming to an end. The ten of cups is at the center of your spread with a big ass RAINBOW touching corner to corner. The drought is over. The dark days are over. The sun is shining and you can taste hope again.

➣ On this self-love journey, you are currently grieving (releasing) a degraded perception of yourself along with any beliefs that inhibit you from feeling good about your character.

➣ You are realizing just how enough you are and flushing out all of the poison that was crammed in your head about being inadequate. You are freeing yourself from the chains of feeling unworthy of a good life.

➣ You will find true beauty in every corner of you. Beauty in your laugh, beauty in how you dance, beauty in how you take care of yourself, beauty in what you care about, inner beauty that cannot be taken from you or scaled down. You will nurture your inner world, thus adding color to your outer world.

➣ During this major life-changing period, your view of reality will flip in a way you never thought imaginable. Life will feel worth living again. Your music will move you more and the swift pass of wind will invigorate you with new ideas for creative projects that will propel you forward to lifelong prosperity.

➣ I’m hearing 🎵 “… I'm so, I'm so, I'm so, I'm so, I'm so proud of you” from Make Me Proud by Drake. Congratulations babe, you just broke a fucking karmic cycle. 10 of cups, following the 5 of cups??? You have graduated from a dark knight of the soul and are now approaching new, abundant energy.

➣ The universe is proud of you. Your ancestors are proud of you. Your inner child is proud of you. Your God(s) is proud of you. All of the cells in your body are proud of you. You have released something cosmically within you. Please hug yourself and have a good cry because you are doing something you never believed you could. Your hopes and dreams are unfolding.

➣ Get ready to make your daydream your reality. With the chariot, you’re prepping to TAKE AWWFF BABY. The release of this blockage has raised your energetic vibration and is ushering bountiful opportunities into your life, new passions, new ideas, and new connections.

➣ Your newfound faith in yourself is going to give you the courage to go out and experience life. Most importantly you will find satisfaction in the mundane. Every frame of your day will be brighter and feel better. You have gone from 5 empty cups to an eternally flowing fountain. Take the time to thank yourself for all of the hard work you put in to get here.

➣ Advice: Extend yourself grace. During this period, you will have enlightening moments that will unlock pieces of the puzzle surrounding your trauma and a lot more will make sense and become easier to process.

➣ However, as the flawed humans we are, we tend to make sense of something and then turn around and beat ourselves up for not realizing it sooner. Or, minimizing our pain and criticizing our past selves for not doing more about it because hindsight truly is a dirty dawg. No that is not how it works.

➣ That’s like when you were in school and the teacher would start bullying you for not understanding a subject. YOU HAVE A DEGREE??? I’m fourteen?? Of course, you can say it's simple when you have already “graduated” and learned from it, not when you’re in the middle of experiencing it. You gained clarity during this tower moment and can now see the bigger picture and liberate yourself.

➣ Younger you fought to make your way through the fog and deserves grace because you would not be here today without your younger self’s perseverance. Forgive yourself for the time it took to get here and see the beauty in your evolution throughout the journey.

➣ Also, drink plenty of water and get rest!! It’s Pisces season, and a Pisces new moon is coming too. Most of your trauma will unravel while you’re unconscious. Please get plenty of rest and hydrate. This pile has Cancer/4th house energy written all over it. Mother yourself during this period. Clean your room, make your favorite foods, watch cheesy movies, and splurge on special skin care. Pamper yourself. okay I'm done. KISSES.

"My consciousness has outgrown this vessel"

✧ Pile Two ✧ (4ofS, the tower, the wheel of fortune, the emperor, the lovers, judgment, 7ofW, ace of wands)

Life's gotta always be messing with me (you wanna see the light) Can't they chill and let me be free? (So do I) Can't I take away all this pain? (You wanna see the light) I try to every night, all in vain, in vain

Justice.

➣ I asked for a song to explain the central theme of your reading and I got "Freak on a Leash" by Korn. I get the feel that one of the main struggles of your life path is unfair judgment. People are quick to create a false narrative of you and run off with it.

➣ If you read my last PAC, “What is most alluring about you”, you may have chosen pile 2 or 3. With the seven of wands, you are constantly under attack.

➣ Take what resonates but I see a few scenarios. People may be quick to paint you as a bad person without getting to know you. Your public reputation was heavily influenced by rumors from people who intentionally wanted you to be disliked. People will take something small, blow it out of proportion, and try to impose it as a character flaw. Oh, you don’t eat the crust on your sandwich? How wasteful! There are starving kids out there, you’re so inconsiderate!! and then everyone else in the room who claims to not like you (but are truly your biggest fans) are oooing, ahhing, and egging that hating ass bitch on.

➣ I’m seeing a bus. You may have been betrayed and thrown under the bus a few times before. This is the pile of my Lilith placements. Your power is your ability to garner attention, both good and bad. You attract a lot of envy. The ugliest emotion, in my opinion. It��s partners in crime with greed.

➣ For some of you, I am getting the message that all of this underserved hate has sent you into a dark mental space and driven you to take an attempt on your life. And if you like my messages or my readings please believe me when I say this,

I know you are meant for greatness. I picked up on your energy and you found this reading for a reason. Just like the Universe and everything within it, we go through cycles. And I know this is a long, painful cycle but it will come to an end and you will get out of this darkness. From the bottom of my heart, I feel your importance and I am happy you are here to share this moment with me. Keep swimming, I support you, the Universe supports you. The sun is rising and is offering you a new beginning.

➣ In this dark period in your life, the negative attention may have outweighed the good. I see a theme of being outcasted and isolated. Severe bullying. For some, even abuse. Like pile one, you have gone into hermit mode and isolated yourself from the unfair judgment of the world.

➣ But head up muffin, the scales are balancing, and the wheel of judgment is turning in your favor. Following the wheel of fortune, you got the fucking emperor!!! You will come out of this on top. The people who kicked you while you were down will have to swallow their pride and kneel to shine your shoes while you sit rightfully on the throne. The public scrutiny you face needs to balance itself out karmically.

➣ Think Megan Thee Stallion. I won’t bring up any of her business, but if you've been keeping up with social media, there is a good chance you are well aware of it. That woman has gone through the unimaginable, one traumatic event following the other all while facing an obscene amount of public scrutiny. She had to go into solitary and off the internet to rebuild her life. But guess what??? MY GIRL STAYS ON TOP>>>>> After all the bullshit she endured, she’s coming out on the top of the charts, brand deals with major conglomerates, she is the people’s princess.

➣ That’s going to be you. You have dealt with a lot of injustice in your life, now you’re coming out of your “rehabilitation” and all of the people who spent the better half of their day attempting to tear you down will have to watch your rise like a phoenix and fucking weep.

➣ People were constantly taking from you , now the universe (whatever you want) is preparing to give you the power to replace what you have lost tenfold. Ace of wands, I see that life is handing you the metaphorical talking stick. The king stick. You are being blessed with a flame in your belly (activated solar plexus chakra) and the chance to completely reinvent yourself.

➣ There is a lot of king and authority messages here, the ball is in your court. You are being released from the shackles of public perception and these next few months will be filled with inspiration and willpower to prove everybody wrong and showcase your strength. I feel like a good chunk of this group will get chances to be in positions of authority or importance.

➣ This is going to sound silly but I got this exaggerated imagery of a mean person calling you poor and ugly but the next year you drive past them in a Bugatti with their sugar boo in the passenger seat. HELLOOOO.

➣ With the lovers, I see you are coming in union with what is rightfully yours. In the grand scheme of cosmic law, you are owed good fortune and it is on its way. With the tower, I see an explosion and people fleeing. You’re going to pop out stronger than ever and that’s going to scare people cause whatever superiority they got from painting you as inferior is going to blow away and their true scummy nature is going to be seen.

➣ After this, there may even be people who pretend to be your friends and claim they supported you all along. Have faith in your discernment. I have faith in your discernment. It will all be okay pookie.

➣ Advice: Just keep swimmin' my love. <3

"The child who is not embraced by the village will burn it down to feel its warmth."

✧ Pile Three ✧ (queen of wands, knight of pentacles, 6oC, page of pentacles, 10oW, 3oW, the hermit)

It's in the reach of my arms The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I'm a woman Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

Awaken.

➣ Regardless if you’re a woman, a man, somewhere in between, or none of the above, you are approaching a newfound understanding of your sexuality. For some of you, it is a full-blown sexual awakening.

➣ Some people here are realizing their sex appeal, others are coming to terms with their lack of sexual attraction, some are learning what they like in sex and what they’re attracted to. Yes bae, all of it; the whole spectrum of sexual exploration is here.

➣ There is an emphasis on attraction to yourself. You will see a huge shift in your physical appearance. Yes, your style will change but the main reason for this glow up is because you shifted the perception of yourself into a higher light. You’re allowing yourself to feel desirable and embracing the aspects of yourself you once shunned.

➣You will carry yourself in a higher regard and this will open doors for you. Look into the mirror and give yourself a nice smack on the ass. Your self-esteem is sexy.

➣ Pile one is on a watery emotional self-love journey, this pile is all about fire and finding out where sexuality and passionate relations fit into your life. 5th house (flings, passions, hobbies), 8th house (sex and rebirth), 9th house (adventure, connecting with your soul tribe).

➣ I asked for a song to tie up this message in a cute little bow and I got the 639 HZ frequency. This is the frequency of love, radiation, and positive energy. It is the frequency of the heart. The heart chakra is opening significantly during this glow-up.

➣ You are opening yourself to adventure and sending a high vibe out into the ether. I see a sunflower and the queen of wands is decked out in bright yellow, you are stepping into the spotlight and attracting a lot of attention. I would say Venusian attention because the aura here is very romantic and collaborative. It's like the universe is spraying you with extremely magnetic pheromones and having opportunities run at you.

➣ You are going to get a lot of offers. Love offers, career offers, party invitations, you’re going to be involved with exclusive circles. You are realizing your self-worth and now you’re attracting things and people who also see value in you.

➣ This isn’t going to resonate with everyone, but I sense that for a few of you, there is going to be a reconnection with a past lover or a past friend from your childhood (or just the past in general). I also sense a theme of using your attractiveness and people’s attraction to you to your benefit. Somehow monetize your appeal.

➣ It is like you finally released your ugly duckling mentality and you woke up and went, “WOAH, what can I do with this???” Lmao you discovered you’re an undercover member of the pretty privilege club.

➣ Yeah, with the page of pentacles and the ten of wands, I’m seeing an entire life path open up for you. Your passion and fiery energy will get you places, and you’ll go on adventures exploring your opportunities with that. Some of you will even become spicy content creators or do some risque sex work. Orrrrrr just venture into a career path you weren’t courageous enough to do before.

➣ You’re a giant magnet energetically right now (I mean c’mon, 639 HZ???) you’re attracting a lot of romantic suitors. But watch out, they’re not all good suitors.

➣ I pulled another card and got Justice in reverse. Some people will try to get over on you. Also, the person on the justice card looked strangely untrustworthy when I flipped it over. Once again, practice your discernment.

➣ Your romantic and passionate life is taking off and it's going to be extremely exciting, especially if you are coming out of a period of stagnancy. However, with the 3 of wands and the hermit, the cards remind you to remain centered and plan bigger. Your passion, attractiveness, and sexuality will amount to more than hookups and shallow relationships if you invest in yourself wisely.

➣ You are unlocking an advantage you have in this lifetime. Open yourself to career endeavors, social networking, and creating a strong foundation for your talents and hobbies. Yes, date and have fun but don’t spend all of your energy in one place. Your attention and your energy are your greatest currencies.

➣ To expand on the hermit, I need to emphasize you are going to be getting a LOT of attention soon (I’m getting Sun-conjunct-Venus energy, is that in your natal chart or is there a transit with Venus right now or something?). You will receive more eyes on you than average and this might overwhelm you and push you into hermit mode.

➣ That is okay, let life flow. During those moments to yourself, dream big because you have the power to pull your dreams into your reality. You will meet lifelong friends during this period. I am sensing a power trio for some of you.

➣ Advice: To wrap up, we all know attractiveness is social currency, and you are coming into a great deal of social wealth baby. But please spend it wisely and do not lose yourself in the crowd. Keep up with your self-work and take introspective breaks away from people so you can figure out how to best utilize this awakening for you.

➣ You look really good in red currently. Red hair. Red lips. Red clothes. Red jewelry. The color red is bringing you a lot of abundance. Okay bye. MUAH. <3

"I said mom, I am a rich man."

✧ Pile Four ✧ (page of swords, knight of cups, wheel of fortune, temperance, 7oP, the devil rev.)

Ascension.

➣ OMG I’m so sorry, I wrote a novel for the other piles but this one is going to be short. Maybe you were drawn to another pile mainly and this is your secondary pile. BUT IT’S SHORT BECAUSE ITS FUCKING AWESOME.

➣ The song I channeled for you was named “Elniño Prodigo” and I want to say the artist is Love Record but I'm not too sure. This means child prodigy. When I was laying out your cards, I got this sense of anticipation and impatience. Theeeennn BOOM the wheel of fortune, temperance, and the seven of pentacles smack me in the face.

➣ Oh me oh my, you are chilling in the universe’s womb just BAKIN’ being prepped for a complete rebirth. You are a prodigy, you are not meant to live an ordinary life, you are being prepared for a unique journey. I know this is going to sound hard to believe because I feel like with this pile, a large portion of your life was spent in waiting.

➣ Do you feel like you are a late bloomer? If so, trust me, it is for a reason. Whatever you build in this lifetime will be built slowly and have a solid foundation because your legacy is meant to withstand the test of time and last long after you leave this Earth. This period you’ve spent waiting is you getting your ducks in a row and sowing your seeds for the next evolution of you. I said something like this in my last pac, if that's you, heyyyyyyy i’m glad your energy stuck around, i love it.

➣ Do you have Pisces or 12th House placements mixed with Saturn significance? Whatever this glow-up exactly holds for your future is a secret. It’s the universe’s divine surprise to you. I did not get any energy detailing exact events, just something big in the works behind the scenes is making its way to you.

➣If you’re reading this pick a card there’s a good chance you’re spiritually attuned and can feel this cosmic shift happening. Something about your energy is so excited. I imagine a hyper dog being held back by a leash because it's not quite time yet.

➣ If you’re in a period where you’re not seeing any life progression and it's causing you anxiety, relax, you are on the right track and you are where you need to be. You have not wasted time, time really isn’t even fucking real. Everything is moving slowly for a reason.

➣In this “boring” period you are meant to tap into your inner world and curate what you want your life to look like. Create vision boards, imagine your future hobbies, involve things that mentally stimulate you, keep the spark of curiosity in your life, and nurture your inner dreamer.

➣ You are connecting with your sensitivity at this time, finding the sweet spot where your mind and heart meet, and letting it fuel your zeal for life. Get these thoughts on paper. Journal them, draw them, sing it, and call this energy into the 3D. Your life is about to have a complete 180. Maintain faith.

➣ You’re seeing a lot of synchronicities currently. Animal synchronicities and repeating numbers(111,444,222,1144,1414). You’ll find strangely personal messages in music and media. Maybe you’re seeing shapes repetitively pop up around you in your environment, like stars or eyes.

➣ Patience is a life lesson for this pile, there is a lesson to be learned in the stillness of your life. You are mentally restless right now, slow your body down and try out parasympathetic regulation techniques to calm your racing thoughts. Go swimming, take a class, try out a new hobby. In this “womb” era, enjoy your last moments of stillness because your life turns up a notch. I’m not even getting rebirth, I’m getting BIRTH. No matter your age, your life is truly beginning in this new season.

➣ Advice: I see a lot of clouds. I see angel symbolism. You’re ascending. You’re shedding old skin, letting go of dead weight, and you’re growing wings, getting ready to experience life to the fullest. Maintain hope that your life will pick up pace and become exciting again.

➣ Find peace in this waiting period. Listen to bird sounds!!! They are going to calm your mind and elevate you emotionally. You’re growing your wings and getting ready to take off like a bird, you should learn from the best. Okay, I love you, the universe loves you, MUAH <3.

"Your sim has gone stir-crazy!"

watching tumblr shit on my images in real time is just...

On a lighter note, I know some of these piles are heavy, I posted my first reading two days ago, and the support I received has brought so much joy into my life. I love doing this, if you like this me doing this, I'll do this forever. I am eternally grateful for all of you likes, reblogs, and comments <3

Also, some of these piles are connected, feel free to poke around and pick up on messages spread out for you. okay, I'm done. kisses! MUAH

#pick a card #pac #pick a pile #tarot #tarot reading #glow up #arijackz #astrology observations

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incorrectbatfam · 5 months ago

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batfam members being the smartest and dumbest person in the room at the same time

Damian: Here's the plan: we wait for your mother to put the pie on the windowsill to cool. Then, I'll spoof a call to her work phone in order to draw her away. That's when you come in and take it. Are we clear?

Jon: *walks up to Lois*

Jon: Mom, can Damian and I have a piece of pie?

Lois: Of course, here you go.

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Cullen: I tripped over my shoelaces again.

Harper: I can make self-tying shoelaces that can only come apart when you use a password-protected app.

Cullen: ...I was just thinking of wearing velcro.

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Duke: Check out my project! Not to brag, but I think I know who's winning the science fair.

Izzy: What is it?

Duke: It's a chamber that excites nanoparticles to generate short-term high-intensity thermal energy that can alter organic matter to make them suitable for human consumption. What do you think?

Izzy: Funny, I have one at home. Only I call it a microwave.

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Dinah and Babs: *talking*

Dinah: One sec, I'm getting a call.

Dinah: *answers her phone*

Dinah, immediately hanging up: Never mind.

Barbara: Was your number leaked? I have a list of possible suspects and plans for dealing with each one.

Dinah: Relax, it was just spam.

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Bernard, with a mic: Welcome back to MasterChef: Young Justice. We're down to our finalists, Red Robin and Spoiler. Let's see what they brought us today.

Tim: I made a nutrient-dense mass-conserving meal replacement with all essential components compressed in a gelatinous cube for a quick, on-the-go meal during our off-world missions. I'm serving it with a protein shake served in a vacuum-sealed pouch made completely out of recycled materials.

Steph: I made authentic Belgian waffles using techniques dating back to the 1958 Brussels World Fair. I'm serving it with a warm Swiss chocolate ganache, Japanese white strawberries, and homemade ube powdered sugar. For a drink, we have a cappuccino made with fair-trade Colombian dark roast beans and milk sourced from local farmers.

Kon, Bart, and Cassie: *taste and discuss*

Kon: You're both eliminated.

Tim and Steph: What?!

Cassie: Red Robin, the point of this competition is to showcase taste and culinary artistry, not just your engineering skills.

Bart: And Spoiler, you were supposed to make soup.

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Cass: *sneaks out her room*

Cass: *rolls down the hall*

Cass: *jumps over the couch*

Cass: *crawls through the vents*

Cass: *climbs down the rafters*

Cass: *slides down a gas pipe into the Batcave*

Cass: *lands in front of the door*

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Dick: I'll infiltrate the Iceberg Lounge with my state-of-the-art wearable camouflage that uses reverse psychology to throw all suspicions off of me by catching people's attention in a completely different way.

Jason: Pfft, lame. You should check out my latest tech. It's a potassium nitrate–based mixture that can be activated with a built-in timer to both create a diversion and incapacitate more of the Penguin's cronies at once.

Dick: That's stupid. We need to be subtle.

Jason: No, what we need is efficiency.

Dick: Roy, what do you think?

Roy, looking up from his phone: I think one of you wants to dress in drag and the other made a bomb.

———————

Bruce: I need the kids to steer clear of Crime Alley tonight so I can deal with a situation but I don't want to bench them because then they'll be mad at me. Any ideas?

Alfred: Give them paperwork.

Selina: Send them on a wild goose chase.

Kate: Get them to bench themselves.

Renee: Wow.

Renee: You all suck.

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idkwhatimdoinghere1655 · 1 year ago

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Not Like Me - Lando Norris

"Baby?" you heard from the upstairs as the front door was closed.

"Up here!" you called back, waiting for Lando to walk through the door of your bedroom.

"Why are you in bed already?" he asked, checking his watch as he came into the room and saw you, still in your pyjamas with the curtains closed and blinds drawn. "Didn't feel like getting up," you said, sinking further into the pillows.

You hadn't been feeling like yourself recently, and sometimes you just needed to stay in bed in the dark to clear your head. Today, however, the darkness wasn't taking your hand and pulling you out of the slump you were in.

"Hey, you OK?" he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed next to you. Lando placed his hand on your duvet-clad thigh and gently ran his fingers up and down the span of your thigh. "Yeah, just a bit tired. How was golf?" you asked, changing the subject.

As much as you tried to deny it, Lando knew every one of your little diversion tactics, and he knew exactly how to get around them. "It was pretty good, Alex won and George was pretty dismal, but that might have been due to how we changed George's club so he was hitting it skew," he lightly giggled, hoping to put a smile on your face.

You weakly smiled, trying to show that you were alright and you were trying to figure out ways to get him to leave you alone for another hour or two. It wasn't that you didn't appreciate him trying to help, but sometimes, you just wanted to be alone.

"What have you been up to today?" he asked, the first attempt at getting around the diversions was slightly pressing questions. "Nothing much, just watched a couple movies and stuff,"

"Do you want to come downstairs with me for a bit?" he asked, trying to get you out of the darkness for a bit. Maybe stretching your legs might do you some good, and Lando hoped it would lighten your mood a bit.

"I'm alright, I think I'll stay here for a bit," you said, hoping he would get the hint and leave you for a little while. Lando sighed almost in defeat, but he had one more plan to get you to open up. Well, it wasn't a plan, it was just asking you straight up.

"Come on, what's wrong?" he asked as you rolled over in bed to face away from him. "I know something's up," he spoke, earning absolutely no response from you.

"Look, you don't have to tell me, but it might help," you turned back around and just looked at him for a few moments. There was no denying that Lando knew you weren't feeling great, and he would do everything in his power to help you feel like a million dollars again.

"I just-" you started, immediately doubling back on your words. "It's silly, it doesn't matter," you said, starting to turn back over for a third time. But, Lando braced his hand on your waist to stop you from rolling.

"Baby, if it's how you feel, then it could never be silly and it most certainly matters. It matters more than anything else in the world," he softly soothed, tangling his fingers in your hair and soothingly tickled you.

"I just don't feel like... Me. And I don't know why," you groaned, leaning more into his touch as it made good vibrations ripple through your brain. "You don't need to know why you feel the way you do. They're your feelings, they don't need a reason," he explained, and the pieces were clicking in your brain.

"I just don't know how to get back to feeling like my normal self," you complained, wanting to be like yourself again. "Give it some time, darling. These things take time, and you can talk to me at any time about anything if you think it will help," he smiled, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

"I love you, Lando," you said, appreciating what he was doing for you. Sometimes, you felt bad for putting your problems onto him, but he always dismissed your apologies. "I love you too, Y/N. Is there anything I can do?" he asked.

"Can you cuddle me?" you batted your eyelashes at him as if there was a possibility that he'd say no, but it just added to the scene. "Of course," he smirked, rounding the foot of the bed and you felt the mattress dip behind you.

Rolling over, you saw a few of Lando's curls had fallen over his eyes as he flicked them out of the way. "C'mere," he mumbled, pulling you as close to him as possible. Your legs tangled together as he wrapped his arms around your torso and held you tight.

"You're brilliant," you yawned, already feeling tired even after you had spent the whole day in bed. You tucked your head into the crook of his neck as one of his hands gently trailed up and down your spine.

"I try," he quietly laughed in your ear, his lips ghosting over it. As you drifted off to sleep to the sound of Lando's soft breathing, it already felt like a part of you was returning, and maybe the darkness had been reaching out for you all along.

|masterlist|

#lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #lando norris fluff #f1 #f1 x you #f1 x reader #lando norris imagines #f1 imagines #formula 1 #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 x you #formula 1 imagines #fluff

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thetinyblossom · 7 months ago

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Picrews I like as a age regressor :3

Personal opinion/reccomendations

It’s so cute, with some good amount of options, including some mobility aid, many skin colors and some good variety on hair textures

Cute animals! Many colors and pieces, you can make basically any canine or feline (and I think bunnies?)

Make yourself as a Pokémon trainer :3

Trolls!

Silly animals! Careful for drug references/imagery!

Kittens! Not many options but very cute

Make your pony!

Another pony maker!

The famous paci maker!

10.

Great diversity, very cute but no paci

#blossom babbles #agere picrew #agere post #agere #agere blog #agere flip #safe agere #age regression #age regressor #agerespace #sfw regression #sfw agere #agere sfw #sfw agereg

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saltpepperbeard · 11 months ago

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Call It Through as a Crew: Alleviating Some Phone Anxiety

Hello everyone! So as you probably already know, there has been a recent call to make, well, calls! Another member of our crew figured out that the max customer service line (855-442-6629) is a very effective way to get our feedback heard, as the feedback gets transcribed and shared to a multitude of teams.

I already sort of briefly shared my experience on this post, but I wanted to go a bit more in detail to offer some solace for those who are also phone averse, as well as share resources and get the word out even more.

And y'all, when I say I'm phone averse, I mean PHONE AVERSE LMAO; MY FEET WERE SWEATING JSDKLS LIKE I WAS FIGHTING FOR MY LIFE. So I totally, TOTALLY get it, and am here to walk you through everything in detail!

So I called that number and was on a brief hold--probably like 5 minutes or so. The customer service representative (Margot my bestie Margot) then picked up, and asked for the email associated with my account as well as my full name.

I was extremely extremely worried and anxious about being bothersome/annoying the person on the other end and just being able to feel it in their tone, so I was shivering and sweating all the while. But then when she asked for my reason for calling, I said, "Oh, it's actually in regard to some feedback," and she went, "Is it for Our Flag Means Death?"

And we both laughed, and I was like, "Haha how did you knooooowww?" And she laughed some more and was like, "Let me tell you, I have never seen anything like this in all my years working here. We are getting so many calls. It's incredible."

And by that point, a large weight was off my chest because she was friendly, I was friendly, EVERYONE WAS FRIENDLY.

I laughed and told her that we were a very passionate and concerned bunch, and she told me that she thought that was so cool and also super important. She then allowed me to tell her my feedback, and she transcribed it as I talked. This was the little script I had prepared in case you'd like to reference it:

I just wanted to call and express my disappointment, dissatisfaction, and concern with the recent cancellation of Our Flag Means Death on Max. As a queer person myself, this show has a tremendous impact on me. And in a climate where so many diverse and LGBT-centric shows have unjust ends, I’d just like to express my wish for reconsideration, and just the hope that…Max will allow LGBT stories like ours to live and flourish. And I’m really worried about there being some kind of…homophobic angle to the cancellation, so it would mean the world to myself and so many others if the decision could be reversed, and we could get our third and final season.

I went a little graver than originally planned, because I saw talks that taking a DEI (Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion) angle, as well a "hey I'm a queer person and this feels like a decision made for a nefarious purpose" angle, are supposedly more likely to be noted.

Anyway, she allowed me to say my piece and wrote it all down, and then actually stayed with me on the line to chat a bit more. So, the phone call didn't feel rushed or anxious which was SO so huge to me; it felt far more conversational.

She was like, "I don't want to toot our little horn or anything, but Max really takes all this feedback into consideration. It will be passed to the properties team (or something equivalent, I can't remember the EXACT term she used), and they're in charge of what goes on Max and why. So, I really feel like you guys have a fighting chance with these efforts."

And of course I was thanking her profusely for telling me all of this, and for listening; polite menace, that will be my brand!

But man, the coolest part of all? She told me that she was POC, and a queer person herself, and that this was all so cool and so amazing to see. She applauded our efforts, and expressed interested in the show. I laughed and said, "Well uhhhh I might have a BIT of a bias, but I cannot recommend it enough."

And then she proceeded to tell me that it might be even MORE effective to hit from different angles. So, keep calling (they're available 24/7), and also keep utilizing the online feedback form. Basically just keep FLOODING them with how much this means to us and why.

I then expressed a lot of gratitude, we exchanged pleasantries, and there was a brief survey at the end. I don't think the survey is necessary, so you can probably hang up by this point, but I stuck around for a little more horsepower. It tells you to rate the customer service on a scale of 1-5 with 5 being the highest, and you know I gave my bestie a fivvvveee. It also tells you to press 1/2 if your issue was resolved or not. I said HELL TO THE NO, DUDE SJDKLS. And THEN, it asks you to leave a voice message after the tone describing your experience. I said that I was with the customer service representative Margot, and that she was extremely friendly and helpful, but that the issue at hand will not be resolved until Max reserves their decision about the recent cancellation of Our Flag Means Death (I'm also always saying the show title in full as opposed to just the acronym, just for more OOMPH).

...And thennnn I proceed to shake it/shriek it all off LMAO.

Buuuut yeah! Probably took a total of 10 minutes or so. @xoxoemynn also shared with me that she's seen people say that these customer service representatives likely deal with older folks who need help with technology, and are subsequently stunned (and maybe even excited) to talk to younger people who just want to voice concerns instead of chew the poor customer service people out lol! And Margot also mentioned that they were eager to take calls no matter what, so as long as we're all polite and succinct, I don't think we'll have to worry about a very tense and awkward call.

I hope this alleviates some fear a bit! We got this, crew. We're doing so, so much. And it seems like it's being heard all over the place; it also seems like we've got so many people on our side, too. Big big hugs, and I'll share the necessary resources once more-

Customer Service Number: (855) 442-6629

The Online Feedback Form:

The original tumblr post with all the information:

The tumblr post where Fox and others were sharing even more information:

#OFMD #Our Flag Means Death #OFMD Season 3 #Renew as a crew #SaveOFMD #RenewOFMD #Be a lighthouse #WHEW LMAO #WE'RE TRYING #i told em this but you KNOW it's dire when all the anxious/nd individuals are cALLING PEOPLE SJDSHDLKS #WE SIMPLY: DO NOT DO THAT EVER <3 SKDJLSDS #IF WE CAN HELP IT #SO IT'S REALLY SAYING SOMETHING #And also again-- just want to reiterate that this is great practice for calling local representatives and politicians too!#ESPECIALLY if you're phone averse #It just gets you used to the whole process in a BIT of a less formal scenario

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moiraimyths · 9 months ago

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Howdy, fateful friends! Are you an artist or illustrator with an interest in visual novels?

If so: Moirai Myths, creators of the visual novel The Good People (Na Daoine Maithe), are in need of guest artists! More specifically, we're looking for up to two artists to help us with the content graphics ("CGs") for Maeve and Shae's upcoming routes. All of the details will be listed on our application form (linked below), but here is the gist:

This is paid work with 20-30 business day deadlines per piece!

Complicated revisions in the post-sketch phase are compensated!

You will be prioritized for future guest artist opportunities!

You will be featured/credited on Moirai Myths' website and in the game itself!

Sound interesting? If so, apply here:

Click under the cut for some F&Q 👇

Who are you? (I'm new here!)

Hi! We're Moirai Myths: a small, newish visual novel company based out of Canada. We're making a game inspired by mostly Irish mythology, which was funded on Kickstarter in 2023! Our game's got fairy politics, a diverse cast, a Gaeilge-to-English translation tool, and routes that can be played either romantically or platonically! Also horses. An ungodly amount of horses, really.

If that odd pitch sounded intriguing, perhaps you'd like to play our demo! It's free on Steam & Itch.io.

Why are you looking for guest artists?

When we originally launched our Kickstarter, the plan was to have our three in-house artists collaborate on the CGs in the same way our header image was. However, we quickly realized that adding CGs, even if they're done collaboratively, onto the existing duties of our artists was a tall order. Add to that the departure of our original sprite artist (who has since been replaced by our graphic designer), and we determined that having our in-house team work on CGs was simply not possible if we still wanted our first release to happen in 2024. So, rather than omitting CGs or adding them in at a later time, we came up with the idea of hiring guest artists. Overall this means our CGs will be a bit more varied in terms of art style, but we like to think of this as a positive! NDM's development will take a number of years to complete in full, so we hope our CGs will allow us to feature a lot of artists either within the VN/indie dev community already, or artists who aspire to work in gaming and are looking for entry positions.

How long will applications remain open for?

This application will be open until Sunday, March 24 at midnight (EST)! If we intend to extend past that deadline, we'll make an announcement about it.

I can't apply right now. Will you look for more CG guest artists in the future?

Definitely! As mentioned, NDM will take a while to develop in full, so this is by no means your only opportunity to apply. That being said, we suspect we're going to end up shortlisting a number of artists over the course of this application period, and we intend to keep a list of all the runners-up. So, even if you won't be able to participate this time, it might be a good idea to apply anyway just to remain in our contacts! Either way, this will not be the last time we have apps.

Will you be looking for guest artists outside of CGs?

Maybe! We already have two guest artists (Nefukurou and Madi Funk) working on sprites and CGs respectively, so it's always possible that we'll have other artistic needs later down the line. Likewise, we may also reach out to past guest artists for future work with us, whether it's on this game or something else!

You say we need to sign an NDA. What does that entail?

The non-disclosure agreement essentially means you will be legally unable to publicly disclose any confidential information you become privy to as a result of working with us. This would include personal information about the developers, as well as spoilers from the game itself. In addition do this, you will be expected to sign over the IP and copyright of any artworks you produce for us.

Can I still use my artworks in portfolios, even if I don't own the copyright?

Yes! We'd only ask, if your portfolio is a website, that you wait to do so until after your art has been made public by us, either on our social media or via the publication of the game. Our first release is anticipated to happen later this year, most likely mid-autumn.

How do you guys feel about AI? Do you intend to use it, or would you ever train an AI off of the artworks whose copyright you own?

No.

Making a game is expensive and time-consuming, but AI is no replacement for human artistry. We fundamentally believe that any advancements in AI should be used for the purpose of giving people more time to make art, not take away opportunities for it. Moirai Myths will never, ever use AI or train an AI off your work.

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If you've got any more questions for us that we didn't think to include here, feel free to send us an ask!

#the good people #na daoine maithe #ndm #visual novel #interactive fiction #otome #english otome #amare #amare game #visual story #visual storytelling #romance game #otome romance #romance visual novel #dating game #dating sim #moirai myths

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shixcherie · 1 month ago

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Mutal Midnight Madness | Choi San, Jung Wooyoung, Kang Yeosang ☆

~ ~ call me chérie ☆

Navigation | Kinktober List

☆Day 23 : Phone Sex

↬ [ Synopsis ] : After a hectic day at work, you decide to hop on a video call with your boyfriends, Yeosang, Wooyoung, and San. A special gift from San becomes your source of joy, while the boys keep you entertained all night.

☆Word Count : 2.9k ☆Genre : Smut, Idol-Au, Crack. ☆Pairing : Idol! Wooyoung x Idol! San x Idol! Yeosang x Stylist! F.Reader

☆☆☆WARNINGS : mdni!, pure Smut (18+), y/n was a stylist for the boys, menace WooSanSang, flirty texts on crack (ss inside for u my loves! 😉 ), use of sex toys (vibrator), phone sex, boys are busy with their “It’s You” mv while y/n is in Italy for her fashion show, lots of riling up, hella suggestive, edging, praise, petnames (cutie, kitten, baby, babygirl )

NOTE : Day 23 with my boys WooSanSang for you all. I am grinding hard to catch up because I was busy with exams so now I am working hard to finish this kinktober on time.

Hope y’all enjoy this piece, I loved writing it so much. I loved writing those flirty msgs on crack so have fun (ss are there waiting for you). Hope you enjoy and show some love to this ma cheries , I have tried something different.

"Let us take care of you, babygirl," Yeosang and Wooyoung assured you as they watched through the screen. The vibrator, San's gift, took you to peaks of pleasure, their names falling from your lips like a prayer, while San's intense eyes never left your beautiful frame.

But how did the midnight madness begin ? Let's rewind a bit.

“Y/n, how is the collection coming together ?” your collection director Amanda, asked as you diligently worked on your first clothing collection, set to be presented at Milan Fashion Week. After working as a stylist for four years, you were finally getting the chance to release your own collection.

“Yeah, it’s coming together really well.” you replied to Amanda, just as your phone pinged with a notification. You quickly turned it off.

“I’m already halfway done with the collection, Amanda. Just a few more pieces and some accessories I have planned. Once those are designed, I’ll be completely finished,” you continued, a satisfied smile spreading across Amanda’s face as she admired your work.

She noted the intricate details you’d incorporated, impressed by how you’d pulled inspiration from fantasy elements while still keeping the pieces wearable—a challenge you had tackled successfully.

“Really amazing work, Y/n. The collection truly feels like one cohesive piece, with different moving parts that all contribute to the main message, pulling it together beautifully.” she complimented you as your phone pinged again. You let out a nervous chuckle, quickly turning it off once more.

“Thank you so much, Amanda. I really hope this collection makes an impact on the Milan runway,” you replied, hoping it would be your big break into the glamorous world of fashion. Another ping.

“I’m sure it will. This might be the star collection of the season, given how diverse it is. It will definitely appeal to a wide audience.” she said. Your phone pinged yet again. “Y/n… that sounds like an important message. Why don’t you check it?” she urged.

“Oh, no, it’s nothing, Amanda. Just a few friends from Korea. You remember when I worked as a stylist there? It’s just them,” you replied, carefully hiding the fact that these friends were actually members of a famous boyband called Ateez.

“Ahh… I do remember. Anyway, I won’t take up more of your time. Good luck hun,” Amanda said before leaving the room. You took a deep breath, only to be startled by another ping on your phone.

A year ago, you had worked as a stylist for KQ Entertainment. Specifically, you were responsible for styling Wooyoung and San. With your social personality, you quickly became close friends with them—they enjoyed your company and admired the outfits you put together for them. Yeosang also became your responsibility to style when his stylist suddenly quit, and that’s where this beautiful, messy journey began: feelings, sneaky one-night stands, and a secret relationship that followed you to Milan. You quit your job as a stylist after a few months when an incredible opportunity arose to work on your own collection under Amanda. Leaving Korea, you moved to Italy but kept in touch with the boys, bound by the fun evenings and party-filled nights you had shared with them.

Finally, you opened the message that had your phone buzzing nonstop. Your eyes lit up at the notifications from your favorite group chat with the boys: Sinners Squad (you all thought the name was kind of silly, but it definitely fit whatever the four of you had going on, so you decided to keep it).

After a hectic evening, you finally returned home, eager for your video call with the boys. You missed them so much, and knowing they were busy shooting the “It’s You” music video only made you crave their presence more. The fact that they still made time for you, despite their hectic schedules, sent a rush of warmth through you.

What started as a no-strings-attached arrangement quickly spiraled into something thrilling. Playful flirting and heated exchanges deepened your bond, and memories of sneaky one-night stands ignited delicious tension between you. Their teasing words dripped with double meanings, leaving you breathless and craving more.

You all respected each other's craft, but the undeniable chemistry kept you longing for those stolen moments together. Their virtual support was laced with flirtation, and you often found yourself blushing at their suggestive comments, knowing this connection was anything but ordinary.

Now, their support came through sultry phone calls and steamy video chats, with each word of affirmation only intensifying the longing you felt for them. The group chat buzzed with playful banter, flirty remarks, and a few cheeky emojis that left you blushing, reminding you of the passionate yet playful connection you all shared.

Finishing your dinner, you freshened up, changing into your night clothes just as your phone lit up. A video call from the boys. Smiling, you picked up the call to find Yeosang’s beautiful, makeup-free face greeting you with a huge smile. In the background, you could hear Wooyoung yelling at Yeosang to stop showing him while he struggled to pull on his pants.

What the heck are you doing, Woo ?

Wooyoung finally managed to pull on his pants, his mischievous grin returning. "Okay okay…I’m decent now. But can you blame me ? This is a very important video call."

You raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at your lips. "Important, huh ? What are you guys planning ? " as you wiggled your eyebrows at them.

Laughing at your antics, Yeosang leaned closer to the camera, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Yeah, Wooyoung, spill it! Are you going to suggest something scandalous ?"

Just then, San entered the frame, balancing a tray piled high with midnight snacks. “I brought snacks! I figured you guys could use some fuel for whatever trouble Woo was planning.”

“Perfect timing, San!” Wooyoung exclaimed, leaning back in his chair. “We were just about to decide how to spice up this call.”

“Oh really ?” you teased, leaning closer to your camera. “And what did you have in mind?”

Wooyoung’s grin widened. “How about a little game ? I dare you to tell us your wildest fashion story, and we’ll share ours too. Loser has to do a forfeit. Maybe a little strip tease for the camera ?” His challenge was way exciting to say no to do. Nodding you head, you wondered what you could share that will excite them.

You laughed, feeling your cheeks heat up as a few stories swirled in your mind. “You really think I’d lose to you guys?” You shot back at them as Yeosang’s grin widened at you confidence.

San set the snacks down, a playful glint in his eye. “If you think you can handle the competition, then bring it on kitten!” He paused to wink at you before a mischievous smile dawned his face, “But just so you know, I’m pretty good at this.”

Yeosang chimed in, teasingly, “Just remember, Y/n, we have experience in the wild department. Are you ready to lose cutie ?” You chuckled but did not back down from the fun as a long night of spicy and fun conversations awaited you.

“Game on, boys.” you said, feeling the adrenaline rush as you prepared to share your wildest story. “But just so you know, I’m not going down without a fight.”

Wooyoung chuckled, leaning forward,eyes shining with mischief. “I like a girl who’s confident. This is going to be fun, baby.”

Everyone chuckled at his excitement while you set the phone on the bed in a way that they could get a full body view of you while they adjusted their phone to make it a hands free experience.

Wooyoung finally managed to pull on his pants, his mischievous grin returning. "Okay, okay... I’m decent now. But can you blame me? This is a very important video call."

You raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at your lips. "Important, huh? What are you guys planning?" You wiggled your eyebrows at them.

Laughing at your antics, Yeosang leaned closer to the camera, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Yeah, Wooyoung, spill it! Are you going to suggest something scandalous?"

Just then, San entered the frame, balancing a tray piled high with midnight snacks. “I brought snacks! Figured you guys could use some fuel for whatever trouble Woo was planning.”

“Perfect timing, San!” Wooyoung exclaimed, leaning back in his chair. “We were just about to decide how to spice up this call.”

“Oh really?” you teased, leaning closer to your camera. “And what did you have in mind?”

Wooyoung’s grin widened. “How about a little game? I dare you to tell us your wildest fashion story, and we’ll share ours too. Loser has to do a forfeit. Maybe a little strip tease for the camera?” His challenge was way too exciting to say no to. Nodding your head, you wondered what story you could share that would excite them.

You laughed, feeling your cheeks heat up as a few stories swirled in your mind. “You really think I’d lose to you guys ?” you shot back as Yeosang’s grin widened at your confidence.

San set the snacks down, a playful glint in his eye. “If you think you can handle the competition, then bring it on, kitten!” He paused to wink at you before a mischievous smile crossed his face. “But just so you know, I’m pretty good at this.”

Yeosang chimed in, teasingly, “Just remember, Y/n, we have experience in the wild department. Are you ready to lose, cutie?” You chuckled but didn’t back down from the fun, as a long night of spicy and entertaining conversation awaited.

“Game on, boys,” you said, feeling the adrenaline rush as you prepared to share your wildest story. “But just so you know, I’m not going down without a fight.”

Wooyoung chuckled, leaning forward, his eyes shining with mischief. “I like a girl who’s confident. This is going to be fun, baby.”

Everyone laughed at his excitement while you set the phone on the bed, angling it to give them a full view of you, as they adjusted their phones to make it a hands-free experience.

“Alright, let’s get this game started!” Wooyoung declared, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Y/n, you’re up first. Share your wildest fashion story, and remember, it better be juicy.”

You took a deep breath, feeling heat flood your cheeks. “Okay, okay. So, there was this one time at a fashion show—”

Before you could finish, San interrupted, a playful smirk dancing on his face. “Wait, Y/n. If we’re going to share stories, let’s do it properly. You know, since we’re all friends here…” He leaned closer to the camera, his voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “I brought something special for tonight.”

Curiosity sparked within you. “Oh ? Okay, San… what have you planned for me?”

He leaned back, a teasing glint in his eyes. “I may have sent you that toy you mentioned wanting to try out. Thought it could help you with your story, kitten.”

Yeosang’s eyes widened in playful delight. “You did what? Now I’m curious! You have to show us, Y/n!”

Wooyoung chuckled, “I knew I liked San for a reason. This just got a whole lot more interesting.” He leaned closer, his voice teasingly low. “Now, how about you give us a little demonstration while you share your story?”

You felt a rush of excitement course through you. “Alright, but you boys better be ready to share something too.” You had already opened the toy that San had sent earlier and were wondering when you’d get a chance to use it.

Guess the perfect opportunity just struck.

As you reached for the toy, Wooyoung licked his lips in anticipation. “Oh, we’re ready. Just make sure you keep your voice down so the hotel staff doesn’t come knocking.”

You smiled coyly, bringing the toy into view. “Just guide me through this, and I promise I’ll keep it interesting.”

“Okay, here’s the plan,” San said, his tone playful yet filled with a hint of seduction as he rubbed his hands. “While you pleasure yourself, we’ll each take turns describing what we’d do to you if we were there.”

“Sounds like a fair deal,” Yeosang added, leaning forward, his voice dripping with flirtation. “I can’t wait to hear what you think about my ideas.”

This whole setup was perfect, given how much you missed them. They could almost feel like they were right beside you. Wow! Why have we never tried this before, you thought as Wooyoung’s voice pulled you back to reality.

Wooyoung spoke, his tone low and inviting, beginning the chain of wild imaginations. “I’d love to start. Just imagine, Y/n. If I was there, I’d slowly push your legs apart, whispering in your ear how beautiful you look, how good you’d feel with my hands exploring every inch of you as you touch yourself.”

San’s eyes glinted with mischief as he joined in. “But don’t forget, Woo. I’d be right there, teasing you about how good you look in those cute pajamas while I watched you pleasure yourself. I’d want to hear every little sound you make as you feel that toy inside you.”

A soft gasp escaped your lips as you turned on the toy, the vibrations sending shivers of delight through your body. You could feel the warmth radiating from the three boys on the screen, their eyes filled with hunger as they watched you.

Yeosang smirked, leaning back slightly, his voice sultry and low. “Just think, Y/n. If we were all together, I’d take my time, tracing my fingers down your thighs while you touched yourself. I’d make you squirm, teasing you until you begged for more.”

Wooyoung leaned closer, his voice a seductive whisper. “That’s right, Y/n. Let us guide you through every part while we pleasure ourselves, too. Just picture us, all together, lost in this moment, completely focused on you.”

You could feel your pulse quickening, the toy’s vibrations mixing with their seductive words, stirring a delicious heat in your core. “I can definitely get used to this.” you said, a sultry smile dancing on your lips.

“Good, because we’re not done yet,” San teased, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Keep going, Y/n. We want to hear every sound, see every expression.”

With every twist of the toy and every word that escaped your lips, you felt the tension building within you. “Oh, you’re going to have to do better than that.” you challenged, your voice dripping with playful defiance.

Wooyoung laughed, his gaze intense. “Alright, Y/n, I’m just getting warmed up. Picture this: I’m right there, kissing up your body, my lips trailing along your neck while you get lost in your pleasure. I want to hear how much you crave it.”

San added, his voice a mix of urgency and teasing, “And I’d make sure you’re completely filled with pleasure, using that toy just like I would with my fingers plunged inside your dripping cunt, pushing you closer to the edge with a relentless pace until you can’t take it anymore.”

You moaned softly, the vibrations from the toy syncing perfectly with their words, urging you closer to ecstasy. “You guys are killing me.” you breathed, biting your lip.

Yeosang’s voice was low and coaxing, “Let go, Y/n. Come for us, baby. Just let the pleasure wash over you. We’re here, we’re watching, and we want you to enjoy every second.”

With a shaky breath, you continued, their voices guiding you deeper into your pleasure. “I can feel it building, guys… I’m so close.” Your hand gripped the sheets as the toy’s vibrations drew soft, pleasurable moans from you. The boys on the other side of the screen, watching your delicious movements with intense gazes, was the cherry on top.

“Amazing,” Wooyoung said, his voice thick with desire. “Now picture all three of us surrounding you, our lips worshipping your neck, your juicy breasts, and silky smooth thighs, our fingers taking turns entering and leaving your sweet cunt, making you feel so good you can’t help but scream our names.”

San chimed in, his words a seductive whisper. “We want to hear you fall apart, kitten. Don’t hold back. Let us feel how much you want us.”

The heat coiling in your belly reached its peak, and you felt yourself just on the edge. “I… I can’t hold on much longer!” you gasped.

“Then don’t.” Yeosang encouraged, his tone coaxing and smooth. “Let it all go, Y/n. We’re right here with you.”

With their voices urging you on, you let the waves of pleasure crash over you, your body responding to every command they gave. “Oh my god!” you cried out, surrendering to the ecstasy that consumed you, the toy helping you ride the high as you came all over your white sheets.

As you rode the wave of your climax, the boys cheered you on, their laughter and encouragement filling the room with warmth and joy.

Finally, as you came down from the high, your breaths came in shaky gasps, your heart racing as you basked in the afterglow of the experience. You looked at the screen, finding them all grinning, eyes bright with mischief and admiration.

“That was something else. Do you want us to send more of those toys, babygirl ?” Wooyoung asked, his expression a mix of satisfaction and playful intrigue, curious about your preferences now after trying the toy for the first time.

“I’d rather have you guys here instead of the toy, but wow, that was an amazing experience.” you replied, not quite ready to replace them with the toy just yet.

San nodded, smirking. “Just wait until we’re all together again, kitten.”

Yeosang added, his eyes sparkling. “Let’s just say, this mutual midnight madness is only the beginning.”

“Yeah! But I’m not against the idea of trying more toys if you want to watch me. So, keep them coming,” you teased before heading to the washroom to clean up, as the boys also hung up to clean themselves as Wooyoung had clearly made a mess of himself watching you pleasure yourself.

After this ecstatic call, your body craved more and more of these midnight moments as you got ready to sleep, bracing for a hectic workday tomorrow.

~ ~ Chérie ☆ signin’ off

Disclaimer : This is totally fictional and not a real depiction of the ATEEZ members. It's all just for fun only so please don’t take anything seriously and keep the mood light around here.

Tag List : @star-my | @pixie0627 | @astuteataraxy

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crumb · 11 months ago

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please tell me you guys watched that video Noah Schnapp put out trying to backtrack and save his pathetic career. Please listen very carefully to the language and words he uses. He's choosing his wording VERY carefully in order to save his career and try to pacify those who support Palestine without actually denouncing genocide or zionism. "I feel my thoughts and beliefs have been so far misconstrued..." babe you were yelling from ig post to ig post about being pro israel, calling Palestinians terrorists, and being a proud zionist. How has that been misconstrued?? "I only want peace and safety and security for all innocent people affected by this conflict" He makes sure to use the qualifier 'innocent' several times in the video when referring to Palestinians, victims of a genocide not a conflict. But as we know, zionists don't see Palestinians as innocent so who is he talking about? This kind of tentative language helps him try to appear like he actually cares about Palestine while still condemning hamas without addressing the actual root of the issue—israel and the IOF. "We all hope for the same things..." Do we? You're a zionist. Zionism is settler colonialism and based in white supremacy. Please be more specific on what you hope for. "...That being, those innocent people being held hostage in Gaza be returned to their families. And equally hope for an end to the loss of innocent life in Palestine..." Zionists LOVE to go on and on about the hostages without mentioning the very real danger those hostages face from israel and the IOF bombs themselves. Israel is carpet bombing Palestine indiscriminately when they very much have the tech to make extremely detailed and targeted attacks. Did you see the way they targeted the specific apartment unit in Lebanon? In Gaza they're wiping out whole city blocks. Israel and the IOF don't actually care about the hostages. If they did they wouldn't be razing Gaza and boasting about their plans to use the land for beach condos. If israel and the IOF actually cared about israelis, why are they basically using the Hannibal Directive? Especially at the music festival on October 7th where the IOF killed a number of their own civilians. If israel cared about the hostages, why aren't they willing to release the hundreds of Palestinian hostages they have who are being jailed illegally and without charges? 'oh but they did! They released some during the pause so they could get hamas to release some israeli hostages' yeah and then the IOF rounded up and captured more Palestinians than they released that very same day. "...I think anyone with any ounce of humanity would hope for an end to the hostility on both sides. I stand against any killing of any innocent people" Once again with the manipulative qualifiers 'both sides' and 'innocent people'. How can you expect an occupied people who have been living through apartheid and genocide for 75 years to not eventually fight back? To not understand why October 7th happened you have to be either completely uneducated about even the most basic history of Palestine and/or so deeply entrenched in propaganda and denial that it doesn't even matter if you do know about the history because you truly believe you deserve an ethnostate on a piece of land that has inhabited several diverse groups over thousands of years. It was never a land of 1 singular homogeneous group. To want it to be that, is actually insane.

#noah schnapp #palestine #stranger things

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honeybeebytheseaa · 1 month ago

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Cheese

A fun short story and piece for @encantober-official . I have two more prompts I plan to do, but due to my busy schedule I’m not sure if I’ll get them out on time. For now, enjoy these small pieces!

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Bruno knew he’d get in trouble for having the rats inside of Casita. Technically, he was an adult now and could make his own decisions. But even at twenty, Bruno struggled to openly speak out against his mother.

Upon noticing their furry bodies along the windows, Bruno’s mama swooped in with her broom and demanded they leave her home. Which was frustrating, because if she didn’t want them inside Casita, mama could just ask them to leave. They are very intelligent creatures, despite what most of his family thinks.

Eventually, try as his mama might: they’d find a way inside Casita. Which was certainly the fault of Bruno. He may have scaled a few walls in the middle of the night (with Casita’s aid, of course) to shift the gutters in just the right direction so the rats could sneak into his room.

Although it might sound odd, Bruno was quite flattered that a few select rats often sought out his comfort. Granted, it was likely because he was the only person in the encanto who welcomed them inside his home with open arms, but it was nice to have some company during his particularly bad nights.

Bruno first met the rats when he was around sixteen. It was three or four in the morning. He was in the kitchen, shuffling through that night's leftovers. He reached out for a thinly sliced piece of mozzarella when he noticed a little ball of gray fur had already taken it.

Bruno wouldn’t lie: he screamed.

He then proceeded to fling the rat across the room. Which he did not mean to do! He meant to fling the cheese and the rat happened to latch onto it.

His reaction was somewhat justified. To his knowledge, they carried rabies and other fun diseases.

But when he realized the creature looked more frightened of him than he did… he felt really bad.

So, he did something that would quickly devolve into a bad habit.

He gently picked it up, set it by the window, and tried to usher it outside. It didn’t leave right away, so Bruno offered it the piece of mozzarella it had been chewing.

He took it from his fingers and quickly scurried into the night. It had worked.

Oh, he means for that one night. For that one night, it had worked. The rat brought back friends the next day.

And of course he fed them, he didn’t want to be a bad host.

Over time, the visits became more frequent. Sometimes they were subtle about it, only coming at night or into Bruno’s room specifically. Sometimes, they didn’t think it through and would visit in broad daylight where Pepa would let out a loud, shrill scream and their mama would come barreling through with her broom.

But as time went on, they’d often visit him during the colder months, seeking shelter from pelting rain storms or the extremely short-lived snowstorms always caused by Pepa. A few of them would show up randomly. As if they just wanted to say hello. Due to these frequent visits, Bruno found himself keeping a lot of cheese in his room. The rats loved cheese. Especially the cheese Julieta would make.

Bruno wished he could invite them into the kitchen for a more diverse palette of snacks, though Julieta would certainly lose her mind. So for now, they had to settle for the selection in Bruno’s room.

Bruno had to be careful about how much he brought inside, as Julieta kept track of her ingredients like a hawk. If she ever noticed something missing, she almost always tracked it back to him. Somehow. With her scary sibling powers or whatever.

Occasionally, Bruno convinces her to slip him a few treats under the excuse of being a ‘growing boy.’ Every time he nearly gets called out on his bluff. Julieta knows he eats like a bird.

Though she won’t turn her little brother down. Bruno knows that.

It all works out. He can bring something nice for his furry friends, and Julieta doesn’t have to waste as much food.

And to be fair, it wasn’t Julieta he had to worry about.

Finding them around Casita was bad enough, but if his mama found he had them in his room of all places she’d likely ground him til’ he was thirty.

And she’d also be able to track the rat infestation back to him. Which would then further his grounding til he is forty.

So for now, they’d stay in his room and only his room. With all the cheese they could ask for.

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#encanto #bruno madrigal #encantober #abuela alma madrigal #pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal

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daughter-of-sapph0 · 2 years ago

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"BDSM is recreating abusive sexual assault where a man beats and rapes a woman! it's bad!"

you're assuming that:

1) bdsm and kink isn't always consentual

kink is always ALWAYS consentual. just like any form of vanilla sex. in fact, kink is often more safe than vanilla sex as it is almost always planned well in advance and all parties involved know exactly what's gonna happen and when and how

2) kink is only between 1 man and 1 woman, and the man is always the dom

what the fuck is that homophobic xian bullshit?! fuck off with that crap. m/f maledom kink is like less than 2% of all kink relationships. kink is incredibly queer and diverse, mainly because the kink communities and the adult queer communities are one in the same.

3) kink always involves pain

I mean, sure it CAN involve pain. but that's just a very small subsection of kink. kink includes all sex that isn't what is considered normal. stupid people, mainly conservative, will call anything sex they don't like a deviance, and whether you like it or not, they will be considered kink by most people. so rather than trying to fight it, you might as well embrace it. all queer sex is kink. all blow jobs are kink. all anal is kink. all sex positions that aren't exclusively male on top cisgender heterosexual missionary position is kink.

4) women aren't capable of making their own choices

if you think that a woman cannot choose how she wants to have sex, then you aren't a feminist. if you think you can choose for her, then you're the abusive one, not the theoretical man who beats her during sex.

I am perfectly capable of making my own decisions. I can choose exactly how I want to have sex. I'm a dyke, so I'm not particularly interested in sex with men. but the way I have sex is between me and my partners. not you. you don't fucking control me. you don't get to decide what I can and can't do with my own body. you're no better than a sexist misogynistic conservative man. you think all sex is abusive because you're a puritanical controlling abusive piece of shit who thinks your opinion is more important than everyone else's, and that you are the sole authority on what women can and can't do. and you also probably watch way too much porn, which is a perversion and distortion of actual sex and in no way reflects reality. stop calling yourself a feminist, you stupid freaks. get a life, and stay out of my bedroom

#dostxt #I would have said 'stay out of my dungeon'#but that probably would have been a bit too much #would explode their poor little sex purist minds #also calling it my dungeon would imply that I own it or that I'm the domme

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liliaceaae · 2 months ago

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back to our regularly scheduled rhea brainrot!

some explanations under the cut ^^

top 5 saddest rhea moments 😹🙀

1. Eating her devil fruit

One night, Rhea finally had enough of being forgotten and ignored by her family and ran away to the forest, planning to never come back. She thought that if she was “gone for good,” it would make them realize their mistake.

Over the course of a week, she sustained herself off of the diverse plant life, and learned survival skills by following the patterns of a family of wildcats.

However, only while watching the mother cat gently care for her cubs did Rhea realize that no one had come looking for her. She had purposefully stayed near the edges of the forest, hoping that maybe someone would find her. There among only the trees, she cried until her chest hurt; unheard, unseen, & forgotten.

She spends one more night out in the woods, running low on accessible food sources in the forest shallows. She spots a new fruit that she’s never seen before, and in a moment of naivety, cuts a piece and pops it into her mouth. So shocked from the bitterness, she instinctively swallows the fruit. Effectively traumatized, she leaves the rest of the fruit for the animals and heads home.

There was no one to greet her when she arrived home, no greeting in the following days, no greeting from even the townspeople. No one had noticed she had even left, and somehow, she felt more unheard than before.

2. Learning to be selfish

The Whitebeards notice the way Rhea doesn’t ask for things the way kids normally would. Over the smallest requests, she would avert her eyes and bow her head. When shown the barest act of patience or compassion, her eyes would gloss over a little bit.

Marco, being the one she trusts the most, decided to address this. Through various conversations, Marco attempts to piece together the life Rhea lived before setting sail. She would talk about God and punishment, the sea and vengeance, earning and losing love through action. While much of her worries were padded in metaphor, wether from fear of admission or simply the phrases she was fed, Marco could gather that her sense of self worth was too damaged for a girl of 10 years old.

On a day where Rhea was feeling particularly vulnerable, she finally tells Marco about her family. How she was forgotten in place of the new “first son” of the household; how she made herself small so that, maybe, she’d be good enough of a daughter to be remembered. She laughs emptily about it, claiming she understands the pressures of having a second child.

“Well, It’s their first life after all,” She gives her parents too much grace for Marco to accept. “But isn’t it yours too?” That short sentence is enough for Rhea’s world to break.

She’s overwhelmed with all the things she wants but never asks for. “Tell us what you want, and you’ll have it. You can be selfish, you’re a pirate!” Marco encourages. “I want to have my hair brushed,” she starts at a whisper. Her voice grows louder as she states her greedy desires. “I want to be hugged,” “I want to be noticed,” “I want to be loved!”

She’s sobbing into the fabric of her too-big sleeves by the end, and Marco holds her close in comfort.

3. Father

Her struggle to feel worthy is a difficult unlearning process. No matter the words of support that her brothers gave her, it didn’t make the feeling of weakness go away. When you’re surrounded by men as strong as monsters, it’s difficult to not compare your own abilities.

Her feelings of inferiority are especially supported when she needs to be comforted from whispers of battle on the wind. Too many times has Rhea watched images of her brothers’ blood from the backs of her own eyes. Her observation haki forces her to listen to their panicked heartbeats from where she tucks herself away in the smallest corner of the ship.

“She’s just soft,” she overhears Thatch say, after another dizzying afternoon of trying to press the remnants of wounds not her own out of her head. “I know, and that’s why I’m worried.” Marco responds quietly.

She tries to swallow her pain, make herself tougher in order to earn her place in the crew. She fails relatively quickly, lashing out due to the suppression of her hurt.

Whitebeard confronts her when she’s sulking while walking along the railing late at night. He calls her over to his throne, reprimanding her for her dangerous habit. She’s quiet when crawling into his lap, and still while wrapped into his cape.

“Rhea, did you know, I wanted to say yes. The very moment you first asked to fly under my flag.” Rhea was confused, Pops was rarely this sentimental unless he was drunk. “Why didn’t you?” she asks. “On these seas, there’s no guarantees. I could tell you were a child who deserved a long and happy life, there was no guaranteeing that if I had immediately said yes.”

“I don’t understand…” her confusion and hurt grows, “You don’t have to. What matters is now; and now, I see I made the right choice. I want you here, and I’m glad that you’re my daughter.”

The words from Pops felt concrete, they held the truth that Rhea was seeking. It extinguished her tangled feelings of jealousy and insecurity; The words she needed from a father.

“Even if I’m useless?” “You don’t need to prove your value to be loved! Who do you think I am, Big Mom!?” Whitebeard jokes, and Rhea laughs easy.

4. & 5.? Permanence

Rhea holds onto familiarity with desperation. She refuses to let go of things that are long gone, deluding herself that somehow she’ll get it back.

She had blissfully ignored death, convincing herself that her family was untouchable by those things. Ignoring the signs of age and wear on her crewmates. When Thatch dies, and the Paramount war happens, and she can no longer cling onto childish fantasies.

Rhea’s birthday is shortly after the Grudge war. Her brothers ask her over the snail what she wants, promising they’ll get her anything to cheer her up from their bleak loss streak. All she wants is to go home.

She misses the rock of the waves when she sleeps; The old doors that she needed to close with a little more force; The faces of her family and the easy conversations. Now, her heart twists at the thought of the Moby Dick. The ship sits in pieces under its enemy’s water.

She feels nothing but sickness when she turns 21. The thought that she had out-aged Ace haunted her all day. She couldn’t stand it.

#OK YAP SESH OVER #i am not a good writer whatsoever but i don’t have the time/energy to make these into full comics #so please bear with my crude explanations 😭 i’m cringing at myself #also oc x canon with the WBs is kinda scary bc idk if anything is ooc #aaa whateverrrr #also tweaking her design a TEEENY bit #like barely noticeable change lol #one piece oc #one piece original character #oc x canon #silent swordsman rhea #my art

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hiddlesbummmm · 8 months ago

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Wow! It has been ages since i have posted a fic. I hope you all enjoy! It feels so wonderful and refreshing to write again❤️❤️

Warnings: SFW tickle fic. Some profanity and brief mention of sexual harassment. (Nothing explicit)

Words: 3655 Ler Loki X Lee Female reader.

Be A Man

You absolutely hated him.

You could not stand his attitude, his mischievous, his self-righteous aura. All you could think about right now was strangling this man. Maybe kicking his ass a time or two as well.

Okay, okay. You were being a little dramatic. You didn’t actually hate him. In fact, he was your best friend, who sometimes got on your nerves, but you still cared for him and loved him.

You stared at yourself in the mirror, noticing your face was red with frustration. You reached down and turned on the sink, splashing some ice water on your face to help cool your jets a little. Making eye contact with yourself again, you rubbed the sore spot on your cheekbone that was starting to bruise. It was not completely his fault, missions don’t always go to plan. You knew it was unfair to place all the blame on his shoulders, but you were still a little pissed that your partner didn’t know how to shut his mouth sometimes.

You and Loki were an interesting pair. Loki was known to be sneaky, mysterious, a little high and mighty, and sometimes a stubborn brat. Now, you knew him deeper than that and knew he was more complex and actually a caring being, but to the outside world this is how he was viewed.

You, on the other hand, were known to be bubbly, kind, outgoing, and maybe a little stubborn, but only on very specific topics. This was why you were completely shocked to hear you and Loki would be partners.

Before your partnership began, you knew very little about who this demigod was. Of course, you knew his history and where he was from, but you did not have the chance to converse with him besides polite greetings when in the kitchen or passing each other in the hallway.

One day, you received an email from SHIELD informing you that Loki was to be your assigned field partner for an extended period. You were used to working solo, but apparently, the higher-ups decided you needed someone to work alongside you, probably some new OSHA requirement or a bureaucratic policy.

Surprisingly enough, you and Loki were an amazing team. You both were stealthy, intelligent, and perceptive.That is why you were so pissed about your current mission and why you “hated” your partner.

Stationed in Greece, you and Loki were surveilling an art museum. Rumor had it that the owner was producing counterfeit artwork and selling it. Of course, this wasn’t a typical thing for SHIELD to address, but it was a critical mission because your intel mentioned the counterfeit artwork had nanotechnology hidden in the canvas backs. This particular type of nanotech in the wrong hands would be detrimental.

The mission went by flawlessly. You and Loki were disguised as a rich couple from Italy, and together you perused the art studio pretending to admire the artwork. The plan was for you to cause a diversion so Loki could scan some of the artwork with a piece of technology Tony Stark curated. The scanner was not easily hidden, so it was best if the security personnel were distracted.

Loki removed his arm from around your waist, chastely kissing you on your temple.

“I will be right across the room love. There is some fine artwork I wish to analyze, although none of this is as fine as you dear”. Loki purred, but loud enough for those around to hear.

Oh, he was good. To others in the room, you looked like hopeless romantics. Little did they know the truth.

You nodded and fought off a blush as you confirmed this was your cue to distract the security guards. Loki headed toward the back of the room while you walked over to the floor host. You had clocked it earlier that anyone who approached the host, immediately gained the attention of all the security guards, at least for a couple minutes until they deemed it safe.

“Oh excuse me, kind sir, I was wondering if you could explain the history behind this item. My husband and I are very interested in this piece”.

The host looked at you skeptically, probably because of your youthful look.

“Oh, did I mention we will be paying cash?” You opened up your purse so the man could see you weren’t bluffing.

Immediately after eyeing the cash, the man changed his demeanor.

“Of course Miss. I would be delighted to discuss this with you.” You flashed the man a dainty smile and slowly walked over to a painting in the far corner of the room.

Pretending to be highly interested in what the man was saying, you nodded and smiled intently at his every word. After what felt like a lifetime, you felt Loki snake his hands around your waist again.

“Now darling. I thought we discussed this before. The color of this painting will clash with our interior design. Perhaps we should return tomorrow and think this over before we make any decisions?”

You pretended to look upset, pouting slightly as you begrudgingly answered him.

“Yes dear. You are quite right, like always”.

Loki smiled and nonchalantly squeezed your side. You were not expecting the ticklish sensation, so you jumped back slightly and coughed to suppress your giggle.

Loki raised his eyebrows and smirked at you. Great, just what you needed! The God of Mischief knowing your little ticklish secret.

You glared back at Loki as to say “Don’t you dare think about it”. The host, who was still standing by you two, chuckled nervously and thanked you for your time. Taking that as your cue to exit the studio, you and Loki headed out.

This is when things went wrong. As you left the building, Loki still had his arm wrapped around your waist, unmoving, but you could sense the threat that loomed over you.

“Loki I swear, you even think about it and I will—“

“DAMN! Now that is a fine-looking ass if I ever saw one. Got to get me some of dat!”

You and Loki immediately turned to see a very drunk individual giving your body a look. You rolled your eyes.

Men.

You knew you had a nice body, and had been catcalled before. If you hadn’t been on a busy street trying to blend in, you would have ripped his tongue out, but you and Loki needed to get back to the safe house.

“Come on Loki, just ignore it”. You yanked on Loki’s bicep, only to find he was not moving.

“Loki, I said ignore it! We have to go!” You said through your teeth. The inebriated man was still making foul comments, but you just ignored them. Loki stepped towards the man.

“Listen here you impotent, conniving little shit. That is not how you talk to a woman”.

You yanked on his arm again as you noticed the man was getting extremely agitated.

“Loki we got to go NOW!” You urged but still, your partner did not move. You noticed his hand started to glow a faint green as Loki summoned some of his magic.

Oh boy.

You jumped in front of Loki to stop him right at the same time the drunk man was about to take a swing at Loki. He socked you solidly in the face and you stumbled a little trying to regain your footing.

“Oh, you have done it now you-“ Loki was seething more now and you had to get out of here. You yanked with all your might on Loki’s arm again and finally, he followed suit. You could hear the man yelling profanities as you walked away.

You continued down the road in silence for a few moments.

“Yeah, I’m fine, thanks for asking”. You spat a little harshly. You rubbed your sore face and shot Loki a glare. Loki jumped a little at your harshness.

“I know you can take a little heat Agent. I am more concerned about why you didn’t let me demolish that cretin for slewing hateful words your way”.

You sighed. “Because Loki, I am used to being cat-called and missions always come first. I thought you of all people would understand that”.

Loki huffed and rolled his eyes. “Well, sorry agent that I tried to protect you. Won’t happen again!”

Loki continued to mumble under his breath but you couldn’t quite make out what he said.

Still upset but wanting to change topics you decided to discuss the mission.

“So, what did the scanner find in the paintings? Anything good?”

Loki shook his head. With no emotion he said “The scanner found absolutely nothing”.

You stopped in your tracks. Turning to look at Loki, his face etched with frustration and disappointment.

“Well, that’s just great! We wasted our time, found no evidence to shut this operation down, and I got punched in the face for NOTHING!”

Loki opened his mouth to speak, but you held up a hand motioning for him to shut it. You were overreacting, but you didn’t want to admit it quite yet. You needed to calm down first.

Now that you were a few blocks away from the studio, you clicked a button on your watch signaling your ride to pick you up. Took only a few moments before a car pulled over and you and Loki crawled in. You were both silent for the duration of the car ride.

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You splashed your face with cold water one more time before deciding it was time to exit the bathroom. Loki probably wanted to take a shower and it would be rude to not allow him that.

You headed into the main room of the quaint little cabin you were staying at and made yourself some dinner. It was nearly dark outside already and your stomach was grumbling from the lack of food.

Loki entered the kitchen and made his way to the bathroom. Before entering, he paused, looking over his shoulder.

“I am sorry for not listening to you earlier. I should never have let that buffoon put his hands on you”.

Loki’s voice was soft, gentle even. You could tell he was being sincere.

“It’s okay Loki. I am sorry for overreacting. You still love me right?” You joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Loki chuckled and gave you a wink.

“Well of course. Dat ass is something to admire isn’t it”.

You let out a snort and gave Loki the finger as he walked into the bathroom. You two were most definitely friends, but sometimes you wondered if there was a spark of something else underneath. You blushed and felt your heart twinge at the thought.

You were falling for him.

But you couldn’t think about that right now. He was your best friend, partner, and teammate. You couldn’t risk losing him if he didn’t feel the same way.

You decided to play it safe. You were going to bottle up your feelings and wait for Loki to make his move first.

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Feeling bored and needing to pass the time, you grabbed the TV remote and scrolled through the channels to see if something piqued your interest.

“No way!” You stated to yourself out loud. “I haven’t seen this movie in forever!”

You giggled and jumped onto the couch. You had not seen Disney’s “Mulan” in ages. This movie brought back many memories of your childhood, as you watched it ample times and knew each song by heart.

Loki was still in the shower, so you had no shame in quoting the movie and singing along. As frustrated and angry as you were this morning, this movie was exactly what you needed to cheer you up.

The drums in the movie started to intensify, and you knew your favorite part was coming up. You cranked up the TV a little bit louder, grabbed your hairbrush that was sitting on the coffee table, and prepared for your solo.

Not caring if Loki heard you or not you yelled along with the movie.

“BE A MAN!

You must be swift as the coursing river.

BE A MAN!

With all the force of a great typhoon

BE A MAN!

With all the strength of a raging fire

Mysterious as the dark side of the MOOOOOON!”

You continued to sing along until a deep voice startled you from behind.

“What in Odin’s name is going on!? Is a cat being skinned alive out here??”

You threw a pillow at Loki.

“Oh shut up! I have a wonderful singing voice thank you very much. You giggled and went to grab another pillow to toss at Loki.

You knew your singing voice was horrendous, but hey at least you were in a better mood now!

Loki quickly threw his pillow back at you as you dove onto the couch to avoid being hit.

“Have you ever seen this movie Loki? It’s pretty funny I think”.

Loki walked over to where you were sitting and sat beside you. He eyed the TV suspiciously as you explained the movie was called “Mulan”.

“You really think I had time to watch a silly movie while on Asgard on a flashing electronic box? Partner, I met the real Mulan, and she was nothing like this cartoon depicts her. She was a much more intimidating woman”.

You looked at Loki with a shocked expression.

“You actually got to meet her?? That is so awesome. I bet she could kick your ass”.

Loki rolled his eyes and ignored the insult.

“So explain to me, what about that song made you scream at the top of your lungs?”

You shrugged your shoulders.

“Well besides it being hella catchy, it’s also kinda ironic. Back in those days, warriors had to live up to a higher standard to prove their manhood. But nowadays, men can act like wild dogs sometimes without repercussions.”

Loki mocked gasped.

“Ouch love, and to think that you are my friend when I to you am merely a wild dog!”

You punched Loki on the shoulder.

“Oh come on, you know I don’t think of you that way! But to be fair, you aren’t as swift as a river or have the force of a typhoon. God or not, that’s just not realistic.”

Loki’s demeanor changed after you spoke about this. His eyes narrowed and you saw a slight twinkle of mischievous. You weren’t intending to offend him. You were teasing him like you always did.

“Loki, I didn’t mean to offend you! I was just sayi—HEY!”

Without warning Loki had leapt from his spot and tackled you down on the couch. He was much stronger than you so it didn’t take long for you to be pinned and not able to wiggle very much. He was sitting on your hips with your hands under your back. You kicked your feet in a futile attempt to dislodge him.

“What were you saying dear? I am not swift like a coursing river. I feel me pinning you was awful fast.”

So this is what it was about. Loki felt you were bashing his manhood.

“Loki, this is not what I meant! I was teasing you! You are very much a man! I was referring to men like the guy who punched me today!”

You tried to buck your hips, but Loki was heavy enough that you barely moved. Starting to get nervous, you thought maybe threatening Loki would help you.

“Loki, if you don’t get off me, I will start to sing again. I know how much you love my voice”.

You opened your mouth to belt out a random tune, but instead of lyrics coming out, you squeaked. Loki had poked you on the stomach.

Shit. You forgot about your ticklish incident this morning.

“Loki, let’s talk about thIS.” Your breath hitched as Loki poked you again but on your ribs this time.

“Oh, agent! Did you think I would be forgetting this little secret you tried to hide from me? I was going to leave you alone today since you did get punched and all, but then you threatened me! And questioned my manhood.

So, yes you will sing Little Dove. You will sing for me as I show you how swift I can be. You will witness yourself being forced to giggle, shriek, laugh, and wiggle underneath me. And you will soon find out I do have the strength of a raging fire, and you will have no choice but to submit to my touch”.

Your face turned red and you turned your head away from Loki, trying to hide from him. Best friend or not, Loki’s playfulness was very attractive. Being tickled by him couldn’t be that bad, could it?

“Sing for me little birdie”

Loki wasted no time and was soon scratching his fingers very methodically in between your ribs. He was gauging which set was the most sensitive, not lingering for too long before switching to another pair.

You could not even attempt to suppress your laughter. The ticklish sensation was too much and you were soon bubbling with laughter. Your lower ribs made you giggle laugh while your upper ribs were far more sensitive causing you to squirm and squeak loudly.

In search of a more ticklish spot, Loki quickly changed tactics and was now pinching your sides and belly. You wiggled harder now and were full-on laughing. Occasionally having a snort sneak out of your mouth.

“Is this swift enough for you dear? Or should I increase my pace even more?”

Loki’s teasing was making things so much worse. He also was true to his word and his tickling fingers were spidering all over your very exposed torso, finding all your weak points. He managed to find a spot right above your hip that was super sensitive, and you thrashed as hard as you could trying to throw your partner off of you.

“LOKI STAHAHAHP IT”! You tried to sound intimidating, but the amount of laughter you were spewing along with your red face made that impossible.

“No thank you, I found a spot and I am enjoying the sweet sounds I am forcing out of you”.

Loki booped you on the nose and you reacted by trying to bite his finger.

“Well, that's rude! You should play nice silly girl, or this will only get worse for you” Loki tutted at you and wiggled his finger as if he was scolding a young child.

“This is me being nice-ehehe NO!”

You tried to snap back at him, but he used the same finger he booped you with to swipe under your chin and down your neck. You let out a very high-pitched squeal and shook your head frantically.

Loki tutted at you again and gently held your head in place by putting his hand firmly on your forehead.

You felt the butterflies in your stomach explode as you quickly realized you could not move your head even an inch. You giggled uncontrollably as you anticipated what was going to happen.

Loki gave you a smirk. “Oh, what a pity. If you are giggling this madly already, I can only imagine what will happen to you when I do THIS”.

Loki shot his hand towards your neck and your laughter was riddled with insults, threats, and begging. Loki belted out a deep laugh as you opened your eyes and realized his fingers had stopped just short of their intended target.

Your eyes widened.

“No Loki- hehe please!!”

“No what dear? Please stop? Or please don’t stop?”

You felt your cheeks heat up again as you fell right into another trap.

“I- I uh plead the fifth!”

Loki smirked. “Not for long you won’t little birdie”.

Loki followed through this time and fluttered his fingers oh so gently on your neck and you soon lost your marbles.

Giggling, screeching, squealing. Your laughter echoed throughout the safe house whilst Loki had the largest smile on his face, seeing you wriggling and trying so desperately to move your head and protect the delicate skin he was torturing.

You caved after a couple of minutes and you felt a tear or two leak from your eyes.

“OKAAHAHAY YOU WIN! I LIKEEHEHE YOUUU!”

Loki stopped his hands and looked at you quizzically. Realizing you had inexplicably spilled the beans, you tried to backpedal.

“I uh I mean I -“

Loki cut you off as he leaned down to give you a light kiss. You kissed him back, hard. Both of your eyes gleamed as you broke apart.

“You think I didn’t already know that dear? You made it rather obvious when you blushed at the Art Studio. You can’t fake a blush”.

You blushed again. “I was too nervous to admit it, I didn’t know if you felt the same”.

Loki chucked. “Why else would I be tickling you to tears darling? Why would I have been so upset at that cretin earlier today? It’s because I care for you, deeper than a friendship goes”.

You hugged Loki and he helped you from your spot. Now sitting up and facing him, you felt the need to be cheeky once more.

“Well since you know I’m ticklish now, it’s only fair if you admit if you are ticklish as well.”

Loki scoffed. “You even think about revenge and next time I won’t go so easy on your sensitive little neck. I’ve heard that is a great spot to plant some raspberries.”

You involuntarily flinched at the thought.

“Well, at least I did learn something about you during this whole ordeal”.

Loki looked at you skeptically.

“You might be swift as a river, be strong as a raging fire, and have the force of a typhoon. BUT you most definitely are as mysterious as the dark side of the moon”.

Loki kissed you on the forehead.

“Now that is the most honest thing you have said all day”.

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Diversion - SCB - 3/?

pairing: officer changbin x femreader (korean native - several years older)

genre: angst, crime, s2l, eventual smut

word count: 4k

trigger warnings for this chapter only: some suggestion in dialogue and thoughts, toplessness, appearance of a gun in an almost threatening manner, consideration of using the other for ulterior motives, still very tame methinks

rating: 18+/M

summary: Set a year after the events of Catalyst, officer seo visits Jeju to see old friends and get away from the city. He meets a local and finds out that someone can see everything he’s hiding.

a/n: sorry this has been so long without an update. the brain has been very reticent on finishing this chapter. hopefully that won't occur again (HA!). note at the bottom about physical descriptions

series masterlist ~ ch 1 ch2

Chapter Three

The morning after Changbin moves into the loft, you don’t sleep well. It’s restlessness. A particular kind of restlessness. You’re not so naive to deny that you find him attractive. You aren’t blind. Nor in the little that you know, is his character unappealing. The fact that he’s willing to try tea despite being skeptical makes him open-minded. And you will always appreciate an open-minded person. Especially in the little village you’ve grown up in.

You’re up stupidly early due to said restlessness. The morning chill is far sharper as you and Amadeus stroll to the shop. You need to go food shopping, but there’s always something more interesting at your store than at home, so breakfast will be at your place of commerce. Amadeus curls up in front of the small oven that you preheat. You look up at the ceiling, thinking about your new tenant and though you aren’t planning to set a precedent to serve him, perhaps a nice simple breakfast would be welcome.

It’s a compulsion for you. To consider your teas, your food options and try and tailor it to the individual not only based on what you know about them, but also the time of day, the weather, etc. The cold means a warm breakfast, but you have no idea when he’ll get up, so it needs to be something that can sit for awhile without going bad. You cut fruit, stealing (is it stealing if it’s yours?) pieces to pop into your mouth. The water in the kettle on the stove boils and whistles. You pour yourself a matcha, whipping the tea with a bamboo whisk. The first sip is always delightful.

You don’t think your tenant will necessarily enjoy the same. Nor is matcha as fantastic if it’s sat for minutes. You leave the kitchen to search your many jars on the wall. You grab the jar of assam and then another of licorice root to sweeten.

Several minutes later, your stomach full of matcha and toast, you carry a drift-wood tray up the stairs. The stairs creak a little, but you hope you don’t disturb whatever rest he’s getting. You bend down to set the tray of tea, toast and local marmalade, and cut fruit in front of his door.

The door whips open and as you look up you see bare skin and dark metal.

Oh, you think, that’s the barrel of a gun.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” the tip of the gun drops instantly and your eyes go back to the bare skin. Your tenant is very much awake and standing in the open doorway in just pajama pants.

No shirt.

It’s like your brain repeats that phrase because it cannot quite believe it.

Broad, muscular in the arms especially. When you force your gaze up to his face, you see pink cheeks and his lower lip tucked in his teeth.

“I heard footsteps and–” He backs up. “I’m so sorry.”

You are having a hard time finding your voice, honestly. You stand, tray back in your hands, desperately trying to keep your focus on his face, not the arms, or the soft stomach.

You might have satiated your hunger for food, but your teeth ache for a purely different reason.

“I…” How do you word again? “I was up and thought a welcome breakfast might be nice. I didn’t even think…”

He shakes his head. “Of course not,” he forces a laugh. “Who thinks that?” He steps back into the loft before seeming to realize his not-fully-dressed state. “I…Uh…” He drops the gun on the bed and grabs a discarded t-shirt, dragging it over his head quickly. “Sorry…” He comes back to where you stand (you haven’t moved a muscle in several minutes) and takes the tray from you.

Your restlessness is not helped by the minimal contact of hands with that transfer.

“I know it’s not coffee…but…” you seem to be finding your ability to put together a sentence again. “It’s–”

“Tea?” He fills in, his smile nearly mega-watt.

“It’s tea. I think you’ll like it.” You wish you still held the tray because now you can’t figure out what to do with your hands. Even though he’s covered now, all you can see is bare torso. “I’m so sorry I woke you up.”

“Consequences of the job.” He nods to his gun on the bed as he puts down the tray on the small writing desk at the window. “You don’t mind? That I have it?”

“No. I’m sorry that you feel you need it, but I can’t imagine what you’ve seen.”

He meets your gaze, the smile gone. “Yeah…”

“There’s licorice root in the tea, to sweeten it.”

He tilts his head at the change of subject, walking back to the open doorway as you feel odd to enter, so you don’t. “Sweeten it?”

“And it’s good for fatigue.”

He leans on the door frame, far more relaxed. “Really? You think I need that?”

“You don’t?”

He snorts. “Valid.” He crosses his arms. “You normally come to work this early?”

“Couldn’t sleep.”

His eyebrows shoot up. “Maybe you need the licorice.”

“I’m good.” You clasp your hands together, still awkward without something to occupy your fidgeting. “I’ll leave you to eat…Again, sorry for the wake up call.” You turn to head back down the stairs when you hear:

“Wasn’t all bad.”

–

You open your shop and spend most of the morning finding things to do as customers are few, and your mind is consumed with this morning’s events. Not only the free show of male beauty you got (though you are both grateful for and resentful of), but what kind of life provokes the thought process of creaking stairs to be something threatening enough to have a weapon on hand.

Also, you can mark ‘had a gun pointed at me’ off your bucket list (there is no list, but maybe you should have one).

When Sheon shows up to take the afternoon shift, you welcome the opportunity to change environments, and get out of the shop and away from your thoughts. Amadeus is more than ready for a walk, and you need to take several packages to the post office, shipping teas to farther places than you’ve been able to go.

And lunch. You should have lunch.

“Fish?” you ask your dog. “I could go for something freshly caught, what about you?”

He doesn’t look anti-fish or crustacean, so you plan on seeking a table for galchi jorim after your stop at the post office. The sun has come out today and your coat feels a bit heavy for the warm-ish weather. You lift your face to take in the chilly daylight when you stop at the crosswalk in the center of town.

Then you grumble under your breath because across the street as you wait for the light to turn is the police station and who is walking out of it?

Your tenant.

For all of two minutes or more, while you walked, you forgot about him; his nakedness and his story.

“Dammit.”

He sees you, almost stumbling in his walk toward the curb across from you. You’d wave, but your arms are full of packages, so you nod instead. The light turns and you walk, now toward him, Amadeus at your side.

“Can I…can I help?” he asks once you're within earshot. He gestures to the packages.

“I’m good and I’m just–” He takes several off the top despite. “Why ask if you were just going to do it anyway?”

He grins and takes another. “Social rules.”

“I’m a block away from the post office, I can handle it.”

“Sure you can,” he agrees, walking beside you. “But now I have an excuse to walk with you, and thank you for breakfast.”

You feel your face heat. “Oh. You’re welcome.”

“And to apologize again for the whole..gun pointed at you thing.”

“Yes, well, certainly not a typical morning in my life in Jeju.”

He chuckles. “Would hate to be typical.”

“Yes, agreed.” I pause at the curb waiting for a car to go by. “Why were you at the station? Reporting your landlady for early morning disturbance?”

He laughs fully before crossing the street to the post office before you, shifting the packages into one arm so he can open the door for you.

“Yes, but they won’t prosecute. Said her tea is too good.”

You hear your name as you walk in. You nod to the postal worker, walking up to the counter with your hoard. Changbin follows behind you, placing what he carried next to yours. You see the worker’s expression, the question on her lips, but you speak quickly about the packages, asking for them to send you the invoice (they always do, but reminding them verbally at this moment seems a good choice).

“You don’t need anything else from me, right?” you ask, already moving away from the counter.

The worker shakes her head, and you can see that she wants to ask, but will hold off since Changbin is there. You might get accosted by questions next time you run into her, but for now, you’re safe.

It isn’t until you’re both out the doors that he answers your original question.

“I find it’s always good to let the local force know there’s an officer around. In case they need another person, or find out that I have a weapon, etc. It just makes it less of a pissing match if there’s any confrontation in the future.”

“That makes sense.” You look over at him before rubbing Amadeus’s head as you both walk toward the restaurant. “How did you find our local constabulary? Small town hicks? Impressive yet tiny?”

He half-grins. “Typical. And nice enough.”

“Sounds about right.” You haven’t had a lot of interaction, though two deputies you went to school with, though that hardly recommends them for authority. “Amadeus and I are about to have lunch. Would you like to join us?”

Changbin looks at your dog. “Is he okay with company?”

“I thought we established that you aren’t a threat.”

He meets your gaze, and it’s brief, but the kiss; the most chaste kiss you’ve ever given or received flashes through your memory.

“We could again.”

Then he smiles and chuckles like his words don’t seize your heart in a way that you haven’t felt in a couple years. The teasing, the light flirting is pleasant and ridiculously cute from this man.

“I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

“Amadeus doesn’t mind.” You continue leading the way. “I don’t either. Unless you have plans?”

“Just to check out the two local gyms.”

You make a face, unable to hold back your mild distaste for exercise. “You could jog on the beach. It’s much prettier.”

His smile doesn’t diminish as you both cross another street. “Not really in it for cardio.”

Your eyes fall to his arms, like his words just forced you to. “Ah. I guess I can’t help with that.”

–-

Changbin isn’t really interested in eating (okay, he is, but he had planned to work out first), but your invitation was too tempting to decline. He watches as you walk in and greet those who work there. Amadeus just stops at the front door and finds a spot to sit. The dog’s eyes watch Changbin as he enters.

Still not sure if the dog actually minds him or not.

“I’m getting the galchi jorim,” you tell him as he stands next to you. “What would you like? My treat.”

He shakes his head immediately. “You got breakfast, I can get lunch.” In the corner of his eyes he sees you look away at his mention of breakfast and he wonders if he might be too bold with you, especially in public where listening ears can interpret anything and everything. “Galchi jorim sounds good.” The menu is plastered above the counter, photos matching each dish. His stomach grumbles.

You huff. “You can’t get the same thing.”

“No?”

“No.” You’re firm about this. “Get abalone and razor clams. We’ll share.”

He doesn’t argue, nor questions the familiarity you assume with such a plan. He likes it. He likes that you know so little about who he is and seem comfortable with him anyway. That’s not usually his experience with people.

He pays as you go find a table, but not before getting a rib bone from one of the workers for Amadeus. He sees the workers eye him closely, then you, and it’s intriguing. He hasn’t dealt with small communities all that much in Busan.

When he sits across from you, sipping his water, he asks: “Is it because I’m a mainlander that they’re staring?”

You look over at the people working diligently then out the door to where Amadeus is chewing happily.

“Uh.” You shrug. “A bit. Probably.”

There’s more to be said. He just waits, enjoying seeing you not as cool and confident as usual. He won’t forget how almost agitated you were this morning. He’s sure his gun has to do with it. But maybe not all of it.

“It’s more seeing me with someone?” you continue. “Small town means everyone knows everyone.”

“You don’t do lunch with strange men?”

You chuckle. “No. Not in a lot of years.”

He’s not sure how that’s possible. The sun is out and the way it filters through the windows of the restaurant and falls on your hair is stunning. His friends rag on him that he falls easily, but they’re wrong. He admires easily. People can be beautiful, and he seems to see the beauty more easily than others. That’s all.

He observes, it’s part of his job and with a job that takes over his entire life, it’s become part of his personality. You wear a modern hanbok, male or female style, as comfortably as you wear jeans and a sweater. You are confident with your place in the world as far as he can tell, and he is more than impressed by it. And you.

“So, it’s likely that they’ll be thinking all kinds of things because we’re eating together,” you say in way of apology.

Being linked to you is nothing to apologize for. He wonders if the locals think he’s worthy. “Must be nice to have that kind of time.”

“Must be.”

“You know everyone then?”

You shake your head. “Not exactly. I couldn’t name every single person in the kitchen, but…” You ponder, looking off somewhere as though the words are just waiting to be seized by you.

He likes your eyes. Compassionate, very honest. He’s still a bit shaken at how well you seem to read him, but he can��t see not being around you. Not just as his landlady, to use your word, but you could be useful.

He mentally recoils from the thought. Useful. What a terrible way to look at a person.

“I know how everyone is connected,” you finish your sentence. “Like, I might not know the dishwasher’s name, but I know he’s cousin to one of the lawyers in town.”

The food arrives and you clap lightly in excitement. Seems you enjoy food like you enjoy tea. He doesn't say much as you explain why their galchi jorim is the best.

You grew up here. You know every person which means you know when someone isn’t from here.

That kind of knowledge would be extremely helpful.

“Here,” you serve several scoops of the stew into a separate bowl. “For you.”

“Thanks.”

Your smile is bright. He imagines that you haven’t lived your life without difficulty but it’s hard to see the remnants of struggle in how you speak and live your life.

It won’t hurt to get to know you more. To be close. If you ever noticed anyone that didn’t belong, you could tell him. He could ask, right? He doesn’t have to explain why he needs to know.

How close could he get? His eyes drift to your neck, bare as it isn’t as chilly today.

Hella appealing.

“How is it?” you ask.

He’s taken several bites, but not really paid attention. So he takes another, pondering.

“Pretty great.”

“I know, right?”

There’s only so much he can get out of Hwang and his partner without making them suspicious. He’d like to keep them ignorant the entire time if he can. Both of them have been through enough.

He can use you.

Again, his mind chastises him for thinking of a person, you, that way. But he can’t risk it.

And honey trapping you isn’t the worst thing. If he even can. That’s never been his role. His stature tends to be more intimidating than alluring.

“You’re thinking really hard about the abalone right now.”

He startles and meets your gaze. You look knowing and that scares him. How much can you read him?

Maybe getting close is risky. He wouldn’t want to put you in danger. The tea-lady in Jeju who serves him breakfast just because.

Fuck, he really doesn’t want screw your life up.

“Well, it’s really good,” he replies.

“Sure.” You prop your head up on your hands, watching him. “Was it a investigation that went bad?”

“Huh?”

“Why you’re using your time off now?”

“Oh.” The case was over a year ago. Does it still count?

“You don’t have to tell me, but I feel like you’d stop thinking so much if you just got it out.”

He snorts. “What if I’m not thinking at all? I’m just completely blank.”

You point at him, specifically at his forehead. “That is not your problem at all, Seo Changbin. I can see those gears turning. You’re on vacation. You can just be.”

“I’m not sure I know how to do that.”

You smile. “That’s okay. I can help.”

“Yeah?” He mimics your posture. “If it includes meditation, you’re fighting a losing battle.”

Your laugh is guileless, almost innocent in its freedom. “I don’t think I’ve ever even attempted meditation. I don’t know if I could ever empty my mind.”

The conversation slows as you both enjoy the food. Being from Busan means Changbin knows good seafood, and Jeju, or this restaurant at least, doesn’t fail to impress him.

“Thank you again for lunch, even though it wasn’t necessary.”

“I’m good for it,” he reassures you.

“You should be using your money on you, and your vacation.”

He smirks, holding back any flirty comment about taking you out. He’s already said a few things that surprise him, in just knowing you all of a few days. And if he makes you uncomfortable, it’ll make staying in your shop difficult; make seeking you out for the peace of your company tough.

“So,” you set your chopsticks down. “You’ve known her since middle school?”

Though his smile is fond, his brain sifts through the details of his teen years and beyond, working on how to present them for a civilian.

“Yeah. Hwang and I, and some others, worked for her dad. Both a boss and a mentor in some ways.”

“Oh yeah? Doing what?” You reach over and steal another clam.

“Errands mostly. The basic grunt work.” He’ll have to make something up if you want more specifics.

“See if you could hack it?”

“Yeah, something like that.”

“And could you?”

He doesn’t answer immediately, thoughts spinning back to those years, the end of high school and Park-nim’s designations for him and his friends at that time. Lee and Hwang booked tattoo appointments that very day.

“He saw something very different for me.”

Your eyes lose a little of the happy spark. “How so?”

“He was the one who recommended the police university.” He sees your eyes fall to where his rubs his arm. He stops, not even realizing he had done so.

“And your friends?”

“All worked for him, until he passed away several years ago. One of them took over the business. Does a really good job.” Minho makes Changbin’s job extra difficult, but that’s to be expected.

You’re quiet for a few seconds. “That would be hard.”

“Huh?” He grabs another slice of cuttlefish so he doesn’t reveal any more.

“I mean, you were the only one doing something different. Feels like it’d be kind of isolating.”

He swallows, eyes darting away from yours. You really do have a way of seeing beyond the surface.

“I guess.”

“I mean, I’m sure you are great at it.”

“I could be terrible.”

“I don’t think you would allow yourself to be terrible at anything.” You answer so quickly, so sure of it that he goes silent. “But if all your friends are there, working for her dad. And you’re in cop college…. Not that you couldn’t make new friends,” you reassure, making him grin. “But…it’d feel like everyone got an invitation to the party, but you didn’t.”

A few moments of quiet again as he wraps his head around what you’ve just thrown out there. He’s never put it into words, but:

“It’s disconcerting,” he begins. “How you seem to read me so well. Even shit I haven’t thought of.”

You look embarrassed at his observation, your feet tapping the wood boards beneath your feet. “It really is a byproduct of the job. No one comes to a tea shop for just tea.” You look outside, possibly for Amadeus. “Sorry if it’s too much.”

He stares at you for several seconds. “No. Not at all.” It probably is too much, given his life and his work, but he can’t feel bothered by it. He supposes most people want to feel seen.

Even him.

You consider each other. He tries to keep things hidden even while making eye contact. The seriousness fades with the seconds passing.

“Was Hyunjin always annoyingly gorgeous?”

Changbin laughs. “Like…it was less obvious in those awkward puberty years, but yeah. We mocked him for being so pretty because what else could we humble him with?”

You giggle. “I actually understood the word ‘gobsmacked’ the first time I saw him.”

“He’s never let it die that he’s taller too.”

“Are you insecure about your height?”

He shakes his head.

“Good.”

That makes him look at you closely. Is your confidence sincere? Do you just say things with assurance that it’s fact?

More laughter, more eating; the conversation veering to more casual subjects: the types of tourists that visit, his silliest call to go investigate, how it’s more paperwork and deescalating than anything else.

You’ve both eaten your fill, and it’s time to part ways. Amadeus joins you when you head outside. You look past Changbin and half-grin.

“They really are going to gossip about me and you.”

He looks back and the workers busy themselves at his attention.

“I feel like I should do something really drastic just to mess with them.” When he looks back at you, there’s something in your eyes.

He really could get close to you if he wanted to. You seem more than open to him.

It burns in his stomach, a heat that tempts.

“Probably should keep that up your sleeve for now. At least until you decide on which gym to frequent. They might reject you if you cause public disturbances regularly.”

He laughs. “Right. Good point.” He reaches out to see if Amadeus will return the gesture. The wolf-dog eyes his hand for several seconds before affirming that he’s okay and moves to nose Changbin’s fingers.

You smile at the interaction.

“Where to for you? Back to hocking your wares?”

Your smile widens. “No. It’s nice to have an assistant for that very purpose. I’ll probably spend time at the greenhouse.”

He tilts his head to the side. “I didn’t see one?”

“It’s not near the shop. There wasn’t space.” You cross your arms, intrigued. “Did you walk the perimeter?”

“Of course.”

Your arms drop. “Of course. That’s how you live.”

You’re seeing too much again and he starts to walk backwards, back toward the center of town. “Have fun?”

“It’s usually fun. Maybe you might help me at some point?”

He makes a noncommittal sound. “I’m not sure I have a green thumb.”

You are also walking backwards, toward the shore. “Maybe you haven’t tried yet, Mr. Seo. I feel like you have no idea what you are capable of.” You speak to Amadeus to follow you before waving at him. He tries not to watch you go, but it’s hard.

He’s so damn intrigued.

a/n2: okay, so i wanted to describe changbin's torso well, and here's my thing: i don't know how to say that he doesn't have rock hard abs in a way that sounds flattering. because i mean it in the best possible way. he's healthy, he eats, he takes good care of himself, but he's not dehydrated or whatever to make himself have a six/eight-pack. AND I LOVE THAT FOR HIM! anyway, i tried to present him as i think he might actually be and if that sounds at all insulting, i'm sorry. i did my best. i personally don't want a man who has the 'perfect' body. i want a human.

© yoongihan 2024. please do not steal, translate, repost, or whatever. stray kids belong to themselves and all idols used in this piece are just the inspiration for characters and do not in any way reflect the actual humans.

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