#I see a post that is not in english I go 'cheers I'll drink to that bro' and I carry on with my day

[mysticficti0n]

All my attention Part 4

warnings- swearing, drinking, sexual tension, romance, fighting?

words- 3.8k

If you'd like to read the previous parts → All my attention series

a/n- so if you're new here I am British and cannot speak any German, I speak a little French, Spanish and Italian but German- no. I also do not trust Google translate so this is gonna be like an avatar thing (if you've seen the newest one Jake says that their language just became normal or something along those lines) so in reality this is all in German, you as a reader know German but, its wrote in English... make sense? no... well, sorry this part has taken a while- I'm on holiday atm so I probably wont be posting till I'm home BUT I didn't want you to be without, also fucking thank you all so much for the response to the first and second part and now third! I can't believe the response to it, I could've cried because im a baby , love you all

(P.s- this one is shorter and shittier, I've not had much free time so this was written between 2 days- so I'm sorry I promise once I'm home they will get much better and saucy 😉)

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backstory- you are the 5th member of Tokio Hotel and you always thought the love was equally platonic between you and a certain guitarist... but what if that all changed?

"okay rock, paper, scissors who goes first" I smiled turning to him, we balled our fists up and chanted "rock, paper, scissors" Tom held rock and I was paper "YES!" I cheered

"yeah well done" Tom cooed dramatically, I looked around and Tom put his hands back onto my legs fiddling with my anklet I forgot I had on and finally something caught my eye

"eye spy with my little eye something beginning with C" I spoke seeing his eyes dart around the car and out the window

"case?" I shook my head "cigarets?... car?... cap?.... your erm.. cardigan!?" I laughed seeing him become annoyed so easily "how hard can it be... is it in here?"

"yes it is- all around us in fact" Tom's brown eyes widened at my words and he carried on looking

"crisps?... OH Carpet!" he finally called to which I clapped my hands "thats such a shit one" he moaned

"so why did it take you 6 try to get it Thomas?" I asked eyeing him slightly

"shut up- alright erm.. eye spy with my little eye... ah... something beginning with B" he smiled looking at me

"Books?... bottles?...bags?....Bill?.... bandage?... bracelets?... is it in or out?" Tom blew at my words

"sorry what? in or out?"

"yes in the car or out the car!?" he oh'ed at me with a smirk forming on his face

"in" with a nod I carried on looking, I couldn't see anything beginning with B and I began to give up "wanna another clue?"

"yes because I don't have a fucking idea" I grumbled

"its living" my eye squinted seeing Tom laugh at me

"no I give up what the fuck begins with B and is 'living'?!" I called slamming myself back into my seat

"bassist" he purred looking back at a sleeping Georg

"we're not playing eye spy anymore" I spoke turning away from him and looking out the window

"oh come on!" Tom pinched "I'll make it easier" I turned back and saw his eyes look softer, a pout forming on his lips "please" he whined

"can't we just spend time together?" I asked pouting like him

"go fuck yourself Y/n" the guitarist huffed shoving my legs off his lap "I wanna play a game!" angrily he crossed his arms like an annoyed toddler and sunk deeper into the chair, I sat up straight and leant towards him, close to the shell of his ear

"we can play when were home Tommy" I whispered gently to him, his posture became more stiff and he tucked his lip between his teeth, our eyes met and for a long moment we stayed still just staring

"is that a promise?" he spoke back giving me a shiver down my spine, a serious blush colouring my cheeks, I always try have the upper hand when we 'flirt' but I always melt at his words

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I woke up to the feeling of being unbuckled out my seat, my eyes parted to see a smiling black haired boy who was whispering something "oh you're awake, were home sleeping beauty" he let go and moved to be out the way, I looked out to see the sky a beautiful purple and pink then... my home

the orange brick and small patterns in-beaded in the concrete (this is what I'm basing it off, I know its says luxury but I just like the outside look of it! ) and the white windows, it was a refreshing sight, I saw all our bags outside the front door and I practically ran up, I passed Gustav who was looking at the flowers that bloomed around the drive, I opened the door and saw the hall I remember running down as a child and all the family pictures decorating the place "MOM! WERE HOME!" I called listening to where her voice would come from

"OKAY COME OUTSIDE, BRING THE BOYS!" she shouted back, I went and gathered the other 4 and brought them threw the house we all knew to well, we went right through and saw our families chatting and drinking wines, beer and small snacks were laid out "oh my darlings, how was your drive?"

"Long we got stuck for fucking ages" Bill cursed grabbing a beer "happy to be home" we all agreed and grabbed ourselves a beer, cheering them all together and taking a swig, I looked out to the garden seeing my sister in her little house playing with my dad and Gustav's and then our trampoline

"hold this" I spoke to Georg who grabbed my bottle, I took off down the garden and climbed onto the metal and started jumping seeing everyone watching me "Hi Stella!"

"Hi hi Baba!" she waved giving me a gummy smile as she watched me bounce up and down

"Y/N YOU'RE 17!" Simone called

'AND WHAT!" I shouted seeing her laugh, then Bill tapped his brothers shoulder and came down the steps to me and got on the trampoline, we bounced each other laughing as one went higher than the other, soon Gustav joined, then Tom and then finally Georg and soon we were making everything a competition "I CAN GET HIGHER!" I called as everyone jumped shooting me into the air "AHHH HOLY SHI-" I screamed as I came back down, we played crack the egg and alligator and gazelles but then my dad came and pulled us off

"we have guests, they've come to see you all- so behave and grow up will ya" he warned as we all rolled our eyes "ah- say it"

"yes sir" we all groaned walking back up into the house seeing our parents hugging someone "who is it?" Gustav asked grabbing his beer again

"dunno" Bill spoke trying to see over the group "looks like a women?" I thought to myself but came to no avail

"Y/n, Bill, Tom you remember Scarlett and her family right?" my mom asked bringing a women forward, she had dark brown hair and very fair skin, I looked to the twins who like me had no clue

"erm.. yea of course, Scarlett lovely to see you" Tom spoke first sticking his hand out with a fake smile

"oh Bill! look how grown up you are" she pulled the wrong twin into a hug

"oh no thats Bill, this is Tom" my mom laughed patting the taller twins shoulder

"oh I'm sorry boys- you look so similar!" I watched as the two eyed each other, with their totally opposite style that they've had since the late 90's you'd think people could differentiate the two

"ah yeah" Tom replied as the women hugged his brother

"and Y/n you look so different, what happened to your hair? and you have so many ear pricing! and you have boobs!" she chuckled giving me a hug

"yep- comes with being a girl" I spoke awkwardly "oh and this is Gustav and Georg" the lady waved to them to which the two smiled "how are you anyways" I asked trying to redirect the conversation

"good good, moved house, re-married left that cheating fucker I called my husband- 5th marriage now" Scarlett grinned making us go wide eyed "but you know, me and Benson and Zach, my youngest son who I don't think you've met tried to get tickets to your concerts, I remember how you 4 used to be amazing friends but obviously went different paths.. well actually- Benson doll come here, come say hi!" my eyes went to the two boys who shrugged not remembering a Benson, soon a tall-ish blonde boy with blue eyes stepped forward "no- get your brother- they don't know you" she hurried making me cringe slightly for the boy who frowned

"its alright if he's busy scar, they can say hello later" my mom smiled placing her hand on Toms arm

"no no- ah here you are, remember-"

"holy fuck" I spoke seeing the boy, well now man. Very tall, black haired, freckled faced, green eyed boy who I remembered being a awkward, snotty, weird little kid "ben?"

"Y/n god its been years" he spoke, his voice was deeper and rougher "Bill, Tom" he shook their hands and the two smiled remembering our old friend, he moved to me hugging me

"you've changed dude" Tom laughed staring at him

"I know, I thought I should make something of myself, I mean I look at you three and i'm shit compared" a snicker left my mouth and he joined in "yeah I mean, we all moved on right" he looked back at me and I saw his eyes travel along me and a smirk on his face "we all changed"

"ah-well erm... what are you doing now or?" Tom joined coming closer to me and putting an arm around my shoulder pretending to get comfy but I knew what he was doing "got a girlfriend?" I looked to the dreaded boy who didn't take his eyes of the other boy

"oh no no, can't be arsed with all the girl stuff, to much work I'd rather get my fair share, sorry Y/n- anyways, I'm an electrician.. don't want to bore you all so I'll let you go but erm, we should catch up so I can here all about your guys concerts" he looked back towards me

"yeah we should, maybe we could meet you at a bar?" I asked seeing the twins eyeing the boy again, Bill had a frown watching him

"ah well- they have their own lives I was thinking me and you? like a date maybe at my place?" I laughed slightly but Tom stepped in before I could even get a word out

"yeah she has her own life too but we have to relax for a while, we've been on tour and we have a radio show thing tomorrow night- thats our life so..." I saw Bill laugh

"basically were saying you're not putting your cock in her Ben- you're still as weird as you when we were kids" the other twin spat getting a glare from Ben and his mother who stood looking at Bill with a lopsided smile

"I think Y/n can speak for herself" she quipped making me roll my eyes

"look its nice n all, and you're a very.. nice guy but you kinda ruined it by saying having a date at yours, I've traveled all over and I know I maybe a girl but I'm not stupid- were not gonna fuck" with a huff he went to turn away

"its fine, id rather not be known for sleeping with the chubby slut side singer from a band sad fuckers listen to anyways" my jaw dropped, who the fuck did he think he was talking to?

"watch your fucking mouth" I spoke seeing the families turn to look at me, he smiled looking down at me "don't fucking smile at me because I'll carve you into the floor you dick" I hissed shoving him away as he tried to step forwards attempting to intimidate me

"okay calm down sugar" at that I felt the arm that was around me go and Tom was over the boy pushing him back

"TOM!" his mom called "BILL GET YOUR BROTHER!" he 'tried' pulling his brother off but he was enjoying this, Bill loved drama "Gordon grab him" she spoke shoving her boyfriend at Tom. The boys step dad grabbed him away and Tom shouted a few words back at him

"DON'T FUCKING TRY- YOU WONT DO SHIT" Tom roared trying to push off Gordon who was holding his shoulders talking to him to get him away, my mom was ushering us away, our fathers stood watching cheering on Tom, not helping the situation getting angered stares from the women

We watched as Scarlett went out shouting things to her son and waving my mother bye, with a breath it was time to face the words of our mothers "what was that for!" my mom Angelica spoke with a growl

"mom it wasn't Toms fault" I began seeing her shake her head "he was trying to get me to fuck him, they were sticking up for me"

"Tom, Bill Is this true?" Tom nodded taking a sip of his beer

"then he called her chubby and a slut! like come on Angie in makes sense why" Bill added and my moms eyes shot up

"what!" Simone spoke standing from her seat "that bitch" my mom shot her a look and she sat back down

"well Tom, you two as well, I understand why it happened. carry on" we nodded and walked to Georg and Gustav who were laughing

"had fun?" Gustav shoved his friend

"fuck off" Tom whispered staring out to the garden

"I think I'm going to change" the boys nodded and I lifted my drink and made my way up stairs to my room tabled 'my little sunshine' the sticker had been on there since I was born- It was a nickname only my mom called me and I knew if she didn't say it I was in a lot of shit. I looked in the mirror and saw in the reflection the large poster of Tokio Hotel I had above my make-up desk, It was us doing our 'signature' pose pointing to the camera with our bad bitch faces on as Bill said. I took off my shirt leaving me in my baggy jeans and a bra with lace curling around it, I walked to my window which looked over the back garden and watched as the boys were now playing with Stella, it looked like they were having a tea party of sorts which made me smile, I loved how they treated Stella like their sister too

"Y/n can I come in?" a voice startled me as his face appeared around the door

"fuck, yeah come in, I thought you were outside still" I laughed seeing Tom but his face didn't copy mine- he was still angry, he perched on my bed looking around the room "I think I might redecorate its little, dated" he nodded but his eyes went back to me

"I'm sorry" I furrowed my eyebrows

"for what?, you were sticking up for me I'm not going to be like 'ugh Tom how dare you!' am I?" a small smile cracked on his lips

"I keep being really... over the top I guess, like say you did actually like Ben and I just acted like that?" I rolled my eyes sitting myself next to him placing my hand on his knee

"I would've told you to back off- so don't worry" his eyes drifted to mine and turned softer, I moved my hand to his jaw and let my thumb caress his cheek "and I like you being protective over me, so you're fine"

"you're to good to me" he spoke watching me closely "and I could be a lot more protective of you, if thats what you like" his voice was a sultry whisper, I neatly melted to his words, I think he realised when he chuckled deeply causing me to just shudder, our foreheads knocked onto each others, our lips brushing each others

"okay pretty boy- lemme change" Tom's face lit up slightly with a blush but he sighed laying back on my bed covering his eyes "fine" I accepted he wasn't going to leave which in reality didn't effect me, I got changed infront of him a lot so quickly I pulled out a black tube top, my zip up hoody and sprayed myself with my 'can can' spray

"that smells good" he stood up coming to stand behind me, arms circling my waist "remember what you said earlier?" he spoke in my ear pressing a small kiss to my jaw

"I do, but people will be wondering why you've got a boner so... and you can't really say its from your best friend because she's so sexy and turns you on beyond any other girl in the universe can you?" I smiled turning to him, I knew I was torchering him "and then everyone will know you have a crush on me, because I'm so perfect"

"you play a hard game Y/l/n" I grinned turning myself in his arm so his hand was on my back "literally"

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the moon rose into the sky, Stella was in bed and we were all sat around a small fire the dad's made, my mom and Gustav's mom were making cocktails in the kitchen while Georg and the twins mom chatted while sipping on some wine from earlier, leave us five talking about our shows

"I think we could be more extravagant" Bill spoke "more lights and make the ground shake uno?"

"yeah I want to be deaf at the end" Gustav added taking a bite of a sandwich

"maybe we should try traveling more with tour? like going to America and England, Mexico" I asked cuddling into the blanket we had

"hot chicks in England" Georg added cheersing Tom with their beer "and guys for you" we all laughed and soon Gustav's mom came out with a tray of drinks, 5 cocktails and 5 shots, followed by my dad holding a camera

"we are calling these 'Tokio Hotel martini'!" she called handing us glasses full of a purple liquid "its 3 ounces gin, ½ ounce maraschino liqueur, ½ ounce freshly squeezed lemon juice, ¼ ounce crème de violette, ice and Cocktail cherry for garnish!" she smiled "and here's some vodka" a laugh left our lips as we all quickly grabbed one "enjoy!" we all tapped the shots twice onto the table and knocked them back and quickly chased it with the 'Tokio hotel martini' which was delicious to say the least

"mom these are amazing" Gustav hummed "thank you" we all spoke together

"you can tell they're our children" Simone began wrapping a arm around my mom "little shits" she smiled

"thanks mom" Bill grinned

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The night turned into just everyone relaxing, Georg and Bill went up into the spare room and to sleep, Gustav was playing pool with the dads while me and Tom sat with our moms and drank different alcohol that was set out, I was sat leaning on the arm of the chair and my legs over Tom who was stroking them without a thought

"what times that interview thing?" Alexia Georg's mom asked tapping me on the shoulder

"erm... I'm not sure- Tom what time is the-" he looked over answering before I could finish

"starts at 6" he went back to his conversation and Alexia only giggled

"6 then, how come?"

"well we were thinking of booking a meal, as like a celebration and inviting all the grandparents because they've missed you all, so you think it would be done for 9?" I nodded seeing her walk into he house and pull the phone off the hook, I turned back to the dreadlocked boy and just found myself staring at him, just the way he looked while in a serious conversation but then a smile appearing on his face when a joke was made, the way he held me like I was his but I knew it was just a platonic sort of thing, we'd never done anything besides kiss, I knew I'd never be his- I wasn't going to be mad if he did find girls I mean come on its Tom Kaulitz he could get any girl, I was just lucky we were so close anyways, all I knew is that he liked making out with me and occasionally I looked pretty to him

"thats what I said to Y/n, because we want one...yeah what do you think?- Y/n" I was snapped out my trance by him shaking my leg gently

"sorry what was that?" I asked bring myself to the conversation

"getting a tattoo" my mouth made a 'O' shape and nodded

"yes oh my god I want so many but we want one for the band" Tom nodded looking back to the women "and I want to get some more piercings, like the middle of my lip and nose" my mother shook her head

"why your nose! its so cute" Bella Gustav's mom joined "'the lip will look badass though" I smiled seeing my mom sigh at her friend not being very helpful "what! come on Angelica lighten up"

"you'll love it mom!" she nodded rolling her eyes

"well its getting late- I think you two and Gus should go up to bed, its already.. fuck 12:30, Yes bed" She began pulling me and Tom up and calling Gustav over, we hugged and kissed everyone goodnight and made our way into our rooms, Gustav walked in and just fell onto the air mattress on the floor, I looked to see Georg and Bill sharing the bed, Bill had stolen most the blanket as usual so being the good friend I am I went and grabbed an extra blanket for the bassist and placed it over him

"let me walk you to your room" Tom whispered grabbing my hand and pulling me down the corridor into my bedroom, the room was dim but I could make out where he was and the smirk along his lips "I saw you staring at me" I tried to avoid his eyes "oh so you wont look at me now huh?" he pushed and I stayed silent, embarrassed of how he saw me, his fingers curled under my chin and pulled my face to meet his which looked softer "you're okay Y/n" Tom pulled me closer which I didn't even know was possible, my heart began beating quickly, it felt as if it could leap out of my chest at any moment. Our eyes met for a brief moment again before he leaned in and pressed his lips gently to mine. In that moment, time seemed to stand still as I melted into his embrace. Every inch of my body was on fire as I smiled feeling his breath on me, the kiss felt different, and had more meaning then the ones before "fu-fuck you're so beautiful" he hummed. Together we stumbled to my bed where he fell below me, I crawled to be closer to him, Tom's hands searching my body but quickly finding themselves comfy on my waist, I held his face between my hands, smoothing his skin with my thumbs. we parted with dopey smiles smothering our faces, lips pursed and eyes open only slightly "actually I prefer looking at you from down here"

"oh yeah- bet you do" I laughed feeling him sit me on his hips which a small yelp left my mouth "sorry" the guitarist only grinned moving his hands onto my thighs with a sigh "what?" I asked

"what are we?" a question I had actually wondered a lot about "I know what I'd like to be"

"and whats that?" I spoke leaning closer to him, letting the smell of his cologne and beer fill my nose

"yours"

[yuyu1024]

Secret dating

Pairings: Scoup / cheolie × y/n

Genre/tags: Idol and non-idol dating. been friends with cheolie before becoming an idol but have secret crush to each other

Warning: (none) just something sweet and short only.

~~~ [lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 2.6k

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

Note: reposting all my stories one by one again as I deleted my acct by mistake. All of the stories I will be posting is all mine.

(All of my fanfics/oneshots are also available wattpad @/shinestar1024)

Every concert you have been present. You had jumped and screamed for every hard hitting songs and then sing along and cry every now and then for every slow and ballad songs. You have been there since the beginning. You had been and will be supporting your best friend's career.

Cheolie's career together with his group soared so high that they got busier and more focused on their careers than ever. You respected it and understood it. It's normal for his job.

But then, one day, something shifted between you two.

"What's with the long face?" Ace, asks while she hands me the cup of hot chocolate drink I ordered

I smile and continued to stare outside the window of the coffee shop.

"Wow! A new endoresment for SVT." She gasps as she looks at the huge TV screen across the street. The one I'm looking at. "They've been busy..."

"Yeah, they have been."

"They had an event too right? A fanmeeting... something... and they went on a festival as the main event?"

"Yes. They did."

"And... you didn't go?"

"Yeaah, I can't." I take a sip of my drink

"That's a first. How come? You always makes time for his things..."

"I do. I want to support my best friend... but..."

"But what?"

"Things at work got hectic so I need to do somethings and..."

I can't tell Ace that I'm starting to feel something off. Not that Cheolie and I had a fight or what. It's just that, my heart feels weird lately. And I need to control it.

"The last event was weekend... so did you went out? Coz I'm sure you weren't home. I called you and it sounded like you were outside."

"I was." I press my lips together. "I was on this date thingy that my friend at work set up."

"What?" Ace got all excited. "Spill the tea! How is it?"

"Hmm... it's okay... he's seems nice and sweet."

"So... a potential second date?"

"Well..."

"C'mon! Do it! You don't have time to date because all you do for your free time is sleep or on a svt event."

It's true. That's the only life you had outside work. It looks like you are obsessed from a third person perspective but it doesn't bother you. One you are a fan and two, Cheolie is important for you.

"He actually asked me out for next friday night...I told him, I'll let him know my sched at work next week."

Ace claps and cheers for me, "finally!"

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After getting home, I did some cleaning in the house, especially my room and then took a nice shower. I feel refreshed and calm now. What a nice way to end my friday night after a long week of work.

I was towel drying my hair in the living room while I'm watching a kdrama on the TV, when I suddenly heard the lock on my door beeps. I panicked a little as I am not expecting anyone but then a familiar figure appears.

"What are you doing?" He asks

"Shouldn't I be the one asking you that?" I remove the towel on my head. "What are you doing here Cheolie?"

He's wearing all black from pants, hoodie and beanie

"It's late." I glance at the time on my phone and then saw a bunch of missed calls from him.

"How long did you shower that you missed all my calls?" He finally makes his way where I am and throws off.

"I have it on silent mode. I cleaned and showered." I explain

He sits down beside me and throws his head back.

"You look tired..."

"A little."

"Where you guys practicing today?"

"We had a photoshoot today."

"Oh... I see..."

Then his eyes darts straight at me, " oh, I see?" He repeats

"What?"

"Are you not a fan of ours now?"

"What? I am!"

"Then, why aren't you present on my last two events?"

I'm a little surprised that he noticed it. He barely had time now to meet me personally and event call me so, how did he know?

"Where were you?" He asks

"Hmm... first event... I'm at work. Overtime."

"This weekend?"

"I was on a date."

"A date?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"What do you mean why?"

"Why... like, why didn't you told me? Shouldn't I know this? And since when did you had time to meet anyone and have a boyfriend?"

"Whoa! Hold up!" I laugh, "boyfriend? No... it's just a date. My friend at work set me up to meet this guy. And, why would I tell you?"

"I am your bestfriend."

"Okay... but... you are busy... I'm sure my dating life is none on the top list of your concern." I tease

He suddenly became serious, "so you like him?"

"Hmm?"

"I am asking you, y/n. You like him?"

I scratch the back of my neck, "He's cute... and nice..."

"I asked, do you like him?"

"I don't know! I just met him once."

"Will you meet him again?"

"Ahm... maybe... Not sure yet."

"No."

"No?"

"I don't want you to meet him again."

"Why?"

"Because I said so!" He stands up, walking away and goes to my kitchen and opens the fridge to grab a water bottle.

"What's wrong with you?" I ask

"Don't." He says again after chugging the whole bottle. "Don't see that person again."

"What's wrong? Did you even know the guy I met?"

"No. But I don't care. You can't meet anyone." He throws the bottle water in the trash and comesback to sit beside me.

"You're being weird." I mumble. I throw the towel I have around my neck to the side and start to finger comb my damp dear.

We both became quiet for a while. I thought he was just focused on the show I was watching before he arrived.

"You smell different." He suddenly asks

I put my long hair to the side, still combing it with my fingers. "What does that mean?"

He pushes he's hood off, staring at me "Did you changed your shampoo?"

I scrunch my nose as I try to recall, "Not shampoo... I think it's the body lotion... My friend at work gave me one. She said she bought 2 bottles of it coz she liked the scent but I guess his husband and son didn't... so she gave me the other bottle.. then she can just finished the used one."

He then moves closers and gently reaches for my neck to smell. "It smells sweet." He mumbles. His breathe onto my skin tickled, making me jerk a little.

"It's vanilla, I think and some flower." I move a little away from him, which he notices.

"Why?" He asks

"It tickles." I run my fingers one last time through my hair. "You could've just asked me if you want to smell it. I can give you my hand..."

He smiles, "But you already touched you hair... so it will smell like your shampoo or conditioner too..."

"So does my neck! My hair touches my neck."

His smile grows. "Or maybe I just like to smell your neck."

"Weirdo." I shake my head, rolling my eyes at him.

"I missed you." He suddenly says and then proceeds to lay his whole body to me.

"Hey!" I protest. "You're heavy!"

"You're a strong woman. You can handle me."

"I'm not buff like you!" I try to push him away, with all my might but I fail. "Ugh! I give up."

"Just... let me..." he squirms more to get comfy until he reaches to the idea to actually embrace me. "I miss you..."

Crap! Why is he so clingy like this. Oh dear lord. My heart is beating out of my chest!

"Do I make you nervous?"

Should I answer him honestly? If I do, would it make things between us... awkward?

"N-no..."

"You're lying..." he nuzzles his face closer to my neck. "I can feel it..."

"Then why ask then..."

He chuckles, "you're so sassy..."

I suddenly became quiet after that. I just continued watching the show that is on right now. I just let him be. I slowly relaxed after a few more heart beats.

It's Seungcheol. It's not like a stranger is hugging me. Besides this is what he is, clingy and very affectionate. It does not mean anything.

For him.

But for me, as a weak girl, the things we used to do as young kids, now makes my heart flutter. I'm not sure if its because of him or I'm just that needy for affection since I haven't really had a boyfriend for quite awhile now.

"Cheolie... why are you here?" I ask, breaking the silence. "It's almost midnight... the members or your manager would be worried."

"I'm an adult." He mumbles, he's eyes were closed all this time. Though he's not technically sleeping coz he moves a lot.

"Of course I know that. What I meant is---"

He abruptly moves, raising his head up. We are eyes to eye. "Do you?"

"Huh?"

"Do you really know... that I am an adult?"

"What are you talking about? Of course I know. We are the same age. 27 years old."

His gaze slowly goes down from my eyes down to my lips. "When I say, I miss you.. what do you feel?" He asks

"I don't understand..."

"I said earlier... I missed you."

"I heard."

"So...?"

"Ahm... so?"

He sighs and move back away. "Y/n, you promised me to be present in every performance and event I have."

"Hey... I only missed two."

"You did. I understand. But... you didn't told me ahead of time. You couls've texted me and said, 'hey, I'll not be at this and that because this and that.' So... I will not look like a fool going around the stage, searching for you if you are in your seat."

"I ahm..."

"I always save you a seat. In case you didn't get a chance to buy your own ticket. You always text me if you got a ticket... these two times you didn't so I asked my manager to save you a seat. For those two events, I looked at that seat and you weren't there."

"Sorry..."

"I asked my manager if you arrived... and when he said no..."

"Hey... I'm sorry okay? I got busy and I didn't know that---"

"Busy? You went on a date."

"Hey. Cheolie, you are being---"

"Being what?" He snaps.

"Are we seriously will fight over a date I had? One date?"

"We will... if that date means something to you."

"W-wait. What do you mean? I'm not following where is this going..."

"It's simple."

I look at him and waited for him to say anything but he just kept looking at me. He's eyes shows a different side of Cheolie that I haven't seen before.

"I'm jealous."

What did he say?

"y/n. I am... jealous..."

But why though?

I can't speak. I'm too stunned to even react.

"It means, I like you. No, actually... not like... but.. I...love you... Y/n."

I finally blinked and breathe when I hear my wall clock strike 12 midnight.

"W-what...?"

"You heard me."

I take a deep breath, hand on my chest and look away. I think I'm experiencing a heart attack. My heart is faster than normal and I can feel my veins in head beating. Is this normal?

"Look at me..." he takes my hand and pulls me closer back to him. "Y/n, relax..."

"H-how can I relax.. y-you said..."

"I said I love you... yes..."

"H-how can you say that s-so casually... oh my gosh..."

"Because it's true... I can say it a hundred times more now just for you to believe it."

"Are you drunk? Or are you sleepy? Or... are you pranking me? Because I didn't go ... or... or..."

"Y/n... I will kiss you if you don't stop..."

And so, I stop. I tried my best to recollect my thoughts and not let my sleepy head confuse me.

Then, I look at him. He looks so cute. He looks a bit disappointed that I did stop rambling. I guess he really did want to kiss me.

I am not prepared for this situation. Yes, I am a little out of order but I am not welcoming this.

"Do you want to kiss me?"

His eyes widens. "What did you say?"

"You heard me..." I now bravely move closer. Closer to the point that I am sitting on his lap.

He eyes follows my every move, smiling. "Y/n..."

"So...?"

His takes me in, his behind my neck and pull me into THE kiss.

OUR kiss started slow, eyes looking at each other, testing the water. But when he felt that I am into it, he begins to deepen the kiss. More need and more thirst.

"I've never imagine us... kissing." I say as we both catch our breathes

"You didn't?" He tilts his head on the side, one brow arched.

"Like... duh... you are s.coups... the leader of SVT."

"So?"

"So? Hello... look at me and then you."

He smiles and kisses me on my cheek. "You are Y/n....my y/n.... without you... there is no me... remember that."

I can feel my cheeks burning. I try to hide it by looking away

"Hey..." he cups my face and asks me to look back. "Don't hide... I haven't seen you this long for quite some time... let me see your face..."

"You're busy... you guys are rocking it lately..."

"Yeah... we are.. " he smiles.

I look down at my knotted fingers, "so... we kissed.. "

"We did." He kisses me on my cheek again. "Are you going to ask me what will be our relationship after the kiss?"

I nod.

"Simple. You are mine and I am yours now. Exclusively...." he bites his lowerlip, trying to supress his smile.

I snort a laugh.

"What's funny?"

"Nothing... it's just that..." I look at his pouting face. "I just can't believe this...us... we've been friends for a long time and... now... we're making out. On my couch. In my apartment. And at midnight. "

"Why not?"

"Well...." then my phone dings.

I bet it's either his manager or one of his members.

"Look... Joshua texted me... they are looking for you... you didn't told them that you're coming here?"

"I told no one."

"You sneaked out?!?!" I slap him on his chest lightly, "Cheolie! You will be in trouble!"

"So?"

"What you mean so? Your career. What if a fan saw you or anyone from the news?"

"So, my career is important than us? Like... hello we are discussing our relationship!"

And we are back to our bickering relationship. We always do this. But we're not actually fighting, this is just how we talk. We nag each other.

"Cheolie..." I get up and try to pull him off my couch. "Go... I don't want you to get in trouble." I try my very might to pull him but he's strong. "Get up!"

"Let me sleep over."

"No!"

"Why not? I always do... when I visit you."

"Well... this time its different." I let his hand go and sit on the chair across him.

"Don't worry, Y/N... I will not do anything..." he smiles, reassuring me.

"Okay... but atleast inform your members and manager..." he nods "and sleep in the couch...."

"Okay." He smiles and then spreads both his arms wide open. "A kiss and a hug before you grab me a pillow and blanket."

"Fine." I kiss and hug him tightly before I went into my room to grab pillows and blanket for him.

"I love you." He whispers as I walk back out.

Its a whisper. But I heard it. And my heart felt it.

"I... love you too." I answer

[haru-dipthong]

Translation of Sekai no Owari - Habit

I love this song, and the choreo is fucking crazy. I'll attempt to explain some of the decisions I made in the translation below the cut!

First a little explanation about this song. I have been thinking about my gender for a few years now, and I recently had a few conversations that have made me realise I'm probably agender. My partner showed me this song at the peak of when I was thinking about it the most (she didn't know at the time), and I was shocked at how relevant the lyrics were to my thought process and especially to our relationship. This song means a lot to me, and I felt like I just had to translate it.

Anyway, let's talk translation. I've had a look at some other translations, and mine slightly differs in that I feel I've attempted to convey the core message of the song more strongly than the others. For example:

陰キャ陽キャ "What's your MBTI?"

This line could be translated to something literal like "are you cheerful or gloomy" but I felt it was better to use an english-world equivalent of a popular system of putting people into boxes. Also worth noting that this line is extremely short, and my subtitling software warns you when the amount of time the subtitle appears for is too short, based on how many letters are in it. The translation needed to be like, 3 short words. I'm honestly pretty happy with this, I think it fits well and introduces the premise of the song well.

気付かない本能の外側を 覗いていかない？　気分が乗らない？ Nice dichotomy idiot, what exists outside it?　Wanna take a peek? Not in the mood?

Ok, obviously this isn't a direct translation, but I love that post and this song is basically "nice dichotomy idiot" the song, so I really wanted to work it in somewhere. A literal translation would be like "Won't you peek outside your subconscious instincts?" and I had trouble making that sound song-y in english until I decided to work in the meme.

やってるのにイケないヤツ and the ones using skills they don’t have

The Japanese here is a bit of a double entendre. It could be translated to "people doing stuff who really shouldn't be doing that" (いけない being kind of equivalent to ダメ in such an interpretation), but it could also mean "people who are fucking but can't cum". I tried really hard to work in similar sexual imagery ("the ones who go but don't come"??) but it just didn't work and in the end I just made it mirror the preceding line.

I almost want to say that was the hardest line in the song but that award has to go to this:

大人の俺が言っちゃいけない事言っちゃうけど 説教するってぶっちゃけ快楽 酒の肴にすりゃもう傑作 でもって君も進むキッカケになりゃ

Most adults won’t admit it, but what the hell, Lecturing is such a guilty pleasure This, plus a drink - that's heaven And if this gets you to grow up?

Making this catchy and natural was really tough. I actually stole a bit of the first line from another translation because I liked the way they handled the 大人の俺 part. 酒の肴にすりゃ is also a difficult thing to translate - in the English speaking world we don't really have this idea that food needs to accompany a drink.

But the line I'm most happy with is this:

すぐ世の中金だとか愛だとか運だとか縁だとか なぜ2文字で片付けちゃうの？

It’s all about cash, or love, or luck, or fate How neat, summing up the world in 4 letters.

This wasn't a particularly hard translation to come up with ("love" and "luck" are basically the only translations for those words which locked in "4 letters", and it wasn't hard to find 4 letter words for 金 and 縁), but I was surprised to find that none of the existing translations I could find did this. One went with "Why do you want to wrap it all up with a single word?" and another even further abstracted, "How can it be so simple?"

I hope you enjoyed the song/translation! Let me know if you would have translated something differently or if I've made a mistake, I really love seeing your responses!

[carltonmorrow]

Hacker comes to the Aid of Amour

And so his days began to fill with new challenges: a strong wind relentlessly threw advertising papers from his hands, and passers-by seemed to be looking for a way to avoid his gaze. In an endless series of disgruntled faces and stormy gusts, he continued waving flyers with a smile, reminding himself:

"All for Asia", he grumbled through his teeth, trying to find motivation in his difficult work.

At the same time, Anton realized that knowing English would be key to his future in Canada. Without it, his dream of meeting Asia Vieira could become a real challenge. Immediately after realizing this, he downloaded several language learning apps and immersed himself in intensive training. Every free minute, be it on the bus, at lunch or before going to bed, he dedicated to learning new words and phrases. Anton muttered English expressions out loud, trying to catch the correct pronunciation and confidence in his accent.

"Excuse me, Miss Vieira, I came all the way from Russia to meet you", he repeated, mentally imagining how his words sounded in reality. "Of course, my tongue is still twisted, but it can be fixed".

Each repetition of phrases brought him a new feeling of confidence. He imagined how he would pronounce these words, how Asia would react to his accent and nervousness. In each lesson, he sought precision and confidence, imagining her smile in response to his attempts to speak her language. Anton knew that this was just the beginning, and that he still had a lot of work to do. But each lesson, each word he learned brought him closer to his dream of meeting Asia Vieira, and this gave him strength and motivation to continue.

With each passing day, Anton's determination only grew stronger. His desire to meet Asia Vieira became his main driver, forcing him to spend every free minute searching for ways to attract her attention. In between studying and work, he immersed himself in social networks, carefully studying each of her new photos and posts, trying to find an opportunity to leave a comment that would stand out. But, alas, no answers came, and with each unsuccessful attempt, he began to doubt whether he was lost in her world among millions of such enthusiastic fans.

"She probably already has a million people like me", he thought, but this thought only fueled his motivation.

Anton knew that simply commenting on her posts was not enough. He had to find a way to stand out, to prove himself, to be noticed among the crowd. Several weeks passed, and every day Anton saw how slowly but surely his savings began to accumulate. He carefully put aside every ruble, trying not to spend unnecessary things. This money was barely enough for a visa and a ticket to Toronto, but Anton was full of determination and faith in the best. He knew that when he finally got to Canada, everything would change for the better. The dream that had recently seemed distant and almost unrealistic was now becoming more and more tangible and real. One evening, sitting at the table and counting his savings in the dim light of a table lamp, he said out loud:

"There's only a little bit left. Soon I'll see her in real life".

With these words, he picked up his third can of energy drink, preparing to take an invigorating sip. But at that moment his phone vibrated, and Dmitry Vinogradov's number appeared on the screen. He was his best friend, known for his ridicule and teasing, especially when it came to Anton's hobbies, which seemed strange or absurd to him. Anton, smiling slightly, took the call, ready to listen to more jokes and sarcastic comments, but deep down he knew that Dmitry's support was also an important part of his path to his dream.

"Hey, Skovant, fat mutant, are you alive?" Dmitry's cheerful voice was heard.

This old nickname had not lost its popularity since his college days.

"Yes, I'm alive", Anton sighed. "What did you want?"

"Oh, just decided to call. I'm bored. What are you doing, Skovant? How is the great student from Ivanovo doing?"

Anton rolled his eyes, but suddenly realized that this moment could be a great opportunity to tell about his plan.

"Well, you know, here's the thing..". he began cautiously.

"Oh, come on, surprise me", Dmitry immediately felt something unusual in his friend's tone.

Anton decided not to drag it out:

"I fell in love".

There was silence on the other end of the line, and then a loud laugh was heard.

"Wait, wait… You fell in love? With whom? Someone from our city, someone I don't know?"

Anton gripped the phone tighter and, mustering up his courage, blurted out in one breath:

"The actress Asia Vieira from Canada".

In response, Dmitry laughed so hard that Anton thought he was going to fall off his chair. The laughter didn't subside for a few more seconds before Dmitry, catching his breath, asked:

"Wait, Skovant, are you serious? You fell in love with an actress? And from Canada, too? Have you been watching too many movies?"

"Yeah, I watched "The Fourth Omen", and she… Well, I decided I needed to meet her", Anton tried to sound confident, even though he knew how it sounded. "I'm saving up money, I want to go to Toronto, meet her".

"Are you kidding! This is crazy, Skovant! You really want to cross the ocean for some actress? She doesn't even know you exist!"

Anton was silent, expecting another wave of laughter, but instead Dmitry suddenly fell silent, lost in thought.

"Wait"… his tone suddenly changed. "Are you serious?"

"Quite. I'm already saving money and even learning English. But there's a problem: I don't know how to meet her. She's not sitting on a bench by the entrance. Eternal filming, closed events"…

Dmitry laughed again, but this time his laughter sounded different – more interested.

"You still manage to surprise me, Skovant. Okay, listen, you know that I'm married and have long perceived romance as something from the world of fantasy. But, you know, out of pure curiosity, I can help you. Do you want to know where this Vieira of yours hangs out?"

Anton perked up.

"What? You can do that?"

"Well, you do remember who I am, right? I can hack a couple of databases, find her event schedule. Find out where she'll be showing up, and you can just casually show up there. It'll take a while, though, and yeah, I'll be laughing at it the whole time. But I'm bored, so why not?"

Anton couldn't believe his ears.

"Dmitry, that would be awesome! Thank you!"

"You'll thank me when you get to Canada. Okay, Skovant, I'll call you tomorrow if I find anything. In the meantime, rest. Who knows, maybe you'll have to babble in English at that auction or premiere".

Anton wanted to add something, but Dmitry had already hung up. He sank down on the bed, thinking about everything that had just happened. Dmitry was really going to help him, even if he was laughing at his idea. But now it all seemed much more real.

The next morning, Anton woke up from a call that interrupted his restless sleep. Before he could grab the phone, he saw Dmitry's name on the screen. Calling early in the morning was not in his friend's nature. So, he really had found something.

"Hello?" Anton asked, rubbing his eyes.

"Skovant!" Dmitry's hoarse, clearly tired voice rang out. "Get up! I spent a sleepless night here on your stupid case, and, you know, I think I found something interesting".

Anton immediately sat up in bed, sleepiness gone.

"Did you find something? What? Tell me faster!"

"Calm down, don't get worked up. First, I wanted to tell you that you have no idea how many fans there are on the Internet. Your Vieira is not as simple as she seems. She is always surrounded by journalists, fans and other onlookers. But I got through all these layers, looked at some databases, and now, it seems, I have found something suitable".

Anton froze in anticipation.

"There will be a charity auction in Toronto in a week", Dmitry continued. "Vieira will definitely be there. It is some kind of event to support young actors. A very closed party. But I dug around and found several ways for you to get in".

Anton literally froze. His heart started beating faster.

"How? Are you serious? How will I get in there?"

"Well, listen, you can't get into such places from the street", Dmitry chuckled. "This event is for the rich. But I found one small loophole. You can try to get in there as a volunteer. Small roles like waiters or assistants. By the way, they take volunteers through a special company, and I have already filled out an application in your name. How do you like the idea? Would you like to become a waiter at a luxurious charity auction?"

Anton did not even know what to say.

"A waiter?" he muttered. "I… I can?"

"You can. But that's not all", Dmitry continued with a mysterious smile. "There will be guest lists where you can adjust some things. I will give you instructions. The main thing is not to screw up. You will be in the room where she will be. And then – your task".

Anton felt a little dizzy. All this was starting to take shape.

"Thank you, Dmitry. I don't know how to thank you".

"You'll have time to thank me when Vieira falls into your arms", ​​Dmitry answered sarcastically. "But here's another thing: be prepared. This is a serious event, there will be important people there. If something goes wrong, you could get into trouble. Understand?"

Anton nodded, although Dmitry could not see it. He took a deep breath, realizing that it was too late to back out.

"I'll do everything. Everything will be as it should be".

"Okay, Skovant", Dmitry continued. "Now you need to brush up on your language, and look like an important person. And keep in mind, this is your only chance. If you fail, there will be no second one".

Anton listened to his friend, already imagining how he would end up in the same room with Asia Vieira, the very woman he had been dreaming about for the past few days. Thousands of thoughts appeared in his head about what and how he would say, how to approach, how to make an impression.

"Do you understand me?" Dmitry pulled him out of his thoughts.

"Got it. I'm ready".

"Then start getting ready. You don't want to end up there mumbling in your school English, do you?"

Anton just grinned. He knew that there was a lot of work ahead of him. But this was the first real chance. A week later, he was already standing in front of the glass doors of the consulate, feeling his heart beat in the rhythm of excitement and anxiety. In his hands was a folder with documents that he had carefully prepared over the past months. He sighed, straightened his tie and entered the building. The area inside was spacious, but despite this, a certain atmosphere of tension was felt. Several people were already waiting for their turn, and everyone looked focused. Anton found a free place in the corner and settled down to wait, glancing at the screen that showed the queue.

Finally, his number was called, and he stood up, straightening his hat and scratching the back of his head. Approaching the window for receiving documents, he noticed that two policemen sitting at the entrance were looking at him sideways. They were talking among themselves and throwing glances at him that seemed full of doubt. Anton walked up to the window where the clerk was sitting and placed his documents in front of her. The woman looked at him through her glasses, took the papers and began to check them.

"Hello", she said, not looking up from the documents. "Your documents look in order. Please wait a moment".

Anton nodded and, feeling the policemen's gaze on his back, tried hard to ignore their presence. He knew that they were curious about why a student from Ivanovo had suddenly decided to go to Canada at such a difficult time, and he couldn't help but feel awkward under their surveillance. A few minutes passed, and the clerk turned to Anton again.

"We will need to conduct an additional check of your application", she said, closing the folder and returning it to Anton. "We will contact you as soon as everything is ready. Can you leave your contact information?"

Anton, barely managing to control his excitement, left his contact information and nodded. He felt the tension rising and the police officers' tense gaze did not improve his mood. He took his documents and left the consulate, trying to calm down. Outside, he took a deep breath of fresh air and decided to sit in a nearby cafe to calm down. It seemed to him that every passerby was paying attention to him. Every person passing by seemed suspicious to him. He sat at a table by the window and ordered a cup of coffee, hoping that a hot drink would help him calm down. His internal dialogue with himself was filled with doubts:

"I hope everything will be fine. The main thing is not to give up".

After he drank the coffee and calmed down, he saw the flag fluttering over the consulate building again and thought that it was a symbol of his perseverance. He decided that despite the difficulties, he would act decisively. When, some time later, he approached the consulate again to check the status of his visa, he noticed that the police officers were no longer so attentive to him.

[amortage]

[WEVERSE] 231116 슝이🌹 update

Play with me ❄️🥶🩵 kekeke

cr. xx_turtle_

👤 : I'm always free for Jisoo

🐰 : kekeke Blinks always adore me, adore me more!!

👤 : Unnie I finished the CSAT ㅠㅠㅜ Thanks for cheering ㅠㅠ

🐰 : Today let's have good rest without thinking ! Let's have fun!🥰 You worked hard haha

👤 : Jisoo did you see this years first snow ❄️ I want to see ☺️

🐰 : It hasn't snowed yet! Did it snow..?

👤 : Lately it's so dry ㅠㅠㅠ My lips are so dry

🐰 : You have to drink lots of water to recharge it! .. Am I T (mbti)..?

👤: Unnie what game are you playing lately?🧐

🐰 : Nintendo's Animal Crossing... kekekekeke

👤: Why are you dressed so little? Are you not cold??🥶

🐰 : kekeke I'm strong.. I'm hot.. I'm warm..

👤 : Unnie, tomorrow is gonna be the first now of the season right?❄️

🐰 : It's really snowing tomorrow...?!?! shocked..

👤 : Unnie... I got the baton touch for CSAT..

🐰 : haha..... It's okay you guys.. have the baton touch for next year ... !

👤 : Did you set up Christmas tree at your house?

🐰 : If I set up a Christmas tree I don't like that there's dust piling up in between the tree! Ruining childhood innocence... I liked it when I was a kid..

👤 : Now I can really feel Christmas coming.... In that sense, please cover a carol! keke

🐰 : Is there a funny carol, weirdly I don't want it to be serious

👤 : Unnie do you know how to tie a scarf well?

🐰 : Well it just needs to protect the neck..

👤 : Noona there isn't anything to watch lately

🐰 : Look at me!

👤 : Unnie no matter how busy you are don't forget to eat

🐰 : I never forget

👤 : Today TMI!

🐰 : I'm listening to Pretty Savage right now, pretty pretty savage~

👤 : Jisoo are you still only replying to korean comments and not english ones??? 🤔

🐰 : Yes!! 🥲 kekekekeke hehe

👤 : When will we get another Vlog? 💗

🐰 : Right.. I'll try my best..! kekekeke hehe

👤 : I think of your appearance as 100000000000000000000000 out of 10.

🐰 : The score is out of 10 but if you think like that you might end up giving a wrong answer

👤 : The season to binge-watch BLACKPINK House has come~~~~~~~

🐰 : kekekekkekeke memories..... Should I watch it in a long time.. Look back at myself..

👤 : Unnie can you dance the Slickback?

🐰 : What's that !

👤 : hul watch Slickback challenge kekekekeke

🐰 : Isn't that cg..? What on earth was the person doing while they discovered it, what was going on with that person

👤 : Please post the slickback challenge on YouTube~!!!

🐰 : I don't think I'll ever be able to do it, but it's possible if I hang a strap on my shoulder and have a giant control me from above

👤 : Does that mean Jisoo will also practice slickback and upload a video?

🐰 : It looks hard, but I don't even know if I will look cool when I succeed, so I don't feel motivated

👤 : Please during the bike vlog with Chaeng, do the slickback 💖

🐰 : Ah if I make Chaeyoungie do it, she'll work too hard I feel sorry to even bring it up, you know that feeling right

👤 : Jisoo unnie tell me what you think about the meaning of life😮

🐰 : Boiled eggs! (word play 삶 is life but 삶은 is boiled)

👤 : Boiled eggs.. what a wise saying

🐰 : Eleven baked eggs

👤 : It's my 100th day dieting, but it's so hard ㅠㅠㅠ how to lose weight ㅠㅠ It's too easy to gain weight

🐰 : I'm also really going on a diet starting today. No I'm really going on a diet starting tomorrow. Life is a diet for me too

👤 : Unnie is prohibited from diet

🐰 : I'll do the opposite so I will totally diet

👤 : Jisoo unnie you type too fast 🫠😂💖

🐰 : Of course it's me! 😎 But I still see everything haha

👤 : Unnie I want to see you drive

🐰 : I really haven't driven a car much that the back wheels didn't have any air

👤 : Kim Jisoo!!! Next year I'm gonna be an adult!!! I'll talk informally once 😛

🐰 : I can hold for talking informally but the 😛 at the back I can't 🤪🤪 I did it twice so I won

👤 : All my friends hate cilantro what do I do?ㅜ

🐰 : Then just shout out that I’m the expert here! (고수 can mean expert or cilantro based on context) Don’t forget that shouting is the point

👤 : UFO 🛸 Jisooie. 👽👾🛸

🐰 : ke nonono kekekekekekekekekekeke why is it funny..? It's so funny.. I don't know the reason

👤 : If Jisoonie takes the CSAT, it might be good because there's many benefits..? but if assigned to the same classroom, my mental will go out!!

🐰 : kk instead of the CSAT ..I want to discuss and solve together! Rather.. let’s meet at a place like squid games(?) Maybe not that

👤 : Chocolate bar, Oreo bar, Almond Chocolate bar, Shh! I only gave this to Jisoo.😋

🐰 : I'm so sorry I just realized, I was gonna ask what you meant kekekeke. nomnomnom, it’s delicious~~~😊😋

👤 : I hope the day comes where I can talk with unnie. I started studying Korean.

🐰 : Hello? Your Korean is already perfect! Thanks🥰

👤 : 🐰.Wild_KimJisoo_Captured 🥟🐿️🐥! 1. Eat deliciously 2. Reply🖤

🐰 : What kind of conment is this! It's like Pokémon kekekeke

👤 : Jisoo will you continue to like BLINKs?

🐰 : Of course ! What are you saying!! 🥰

👤 : If there's no nose and body? nobodyknows😎

🐰 : kekekekeke you're good.. 👍🏻

👤 : Unnie I was so surprised by the amount of notifs what's with all the replies, there's more messages than my friends send I love you

🐰 : kekeke If my friends left 90 messages, I'd block them..

I'm going now!! The 100th comment is me!! 😛 I hope BLINKs have a happy year-end without any worries! Test taker BLINKs who took the test today!! You worked hard 🥰 Don't catch a cold, eat lots of delicious food, and get some rest! Goodnight I love you let’s play again♥️💓

[lastoneout]

I unironically love following people who are bilingual and occasionally post in other languages. Like I’ll never understand people who get salty about stuff like that irl or otherwise, rip to bigots and the “I’m uncomfortable when we’re not about me” types, I fuckin’ love it when we’re not about me. My mutuals are making memes in german and hebrew and spanish and russian and it’s beautiful. Join me in appreciating the diversity of humanity maybe.

[megsforpresident]

Damn you, Steven Hyde! - Fluff

Steven Hyde x fem! Reader

A/N: Hi! this is the first one shot i have ever posted anywhere to be honest, but I've been obsessed with That 70s show and I wrote this directly here knowing that i would be forced to post it.

English is not my first language but I always loved to write so hopefully this is not too bad. let me know what you think!

I will make a part 2 of this, that will contain smut.

trope: two idiots in love, a little bit of miss-comunication.

TW: name calling, swearing, bad bad writing, smoking weed, under-age drinking. i think that's all, let me know if there are other things i should consider.

anyway, here we go!

"Oh c'mon, I'll spend the night with you Fez." You promised. "We can watch a movie if you want, your pick." Fez smiled and crunched down a bit, hugging your neck from behind since you were sitting down on 'Hyde's chair'.

"This is why you are my favorite, Y/N/N." He smiled, accent thick on his tongue.

It was true. You were always nice to Fez and, even if you were Eric's twin sister, you were the only girl in the group that was single and Fez always thought he could have his way with you like he did with Donna and Jackie, if they were single.

Being Eric's twin sister had it's good sides. You were your parents favorite. It was more than likely to happen when you are the youngest and a girl. You weren't whoreing around high school like your older sister Laurie had been, and you brother, well Red just thought he was a dumbass while Kitty tried to baby him.

You didn't need that tho. you knew how to stand up for yourself, you were well behaved and your parents trusted you. Even if you did exactly the same things Eric did, it was always more fun to you even if you got caught.

Another thing, your friends were his and, most of the times, vice versa. The both of you had been friends with Donna, Hyde and Kelso since forever, always hanging out in your basement.

The bad side was Hyde. Not him necessarily, but the close relationship with him. You and Hyde would flirt all the goddamn time until your brother got uncomfortable.

Since you were around 11 or 12 that you had been fighting over who sits in that chair just for the sake of it, and that only stopped when you both decided by sharing a look that you would do anything to annoy your brother, so Hyde pulled you to his lap and ever since then, you would always sit on the chair or on Hyde, it basically just became a habit to everyone really.

And you absolutely adored the relationship you had with him. That's what fucked it up, Hyde grew up to be exactly your type. Or maybe your type was based on Hyde. You just know that on your last sleep over with Donna and Jackie when you borrowed your mom's cosmo you figured that Hyde filled all the categories as your dream man. And oh boy, did they tease you about it.

"But in all seriousness." Jackie said after a few laughs. "Hyde would never deserve a girl like you."

And that played over and over in your head.

After that you had gone to the disco and you bugged and bugged and bugged Hyde to come with all of you until he said yes.

That night you had danced with Fez after Jackie and you totally tired him out, after that you tried to dance with Kelso, cheer him up a bit and teach him a few moves so that he could keep up with Jackie before he realised that Fez and Jackie were outside alone.

And even after dancing for so long, you still wanted to keep going. You got that from your mother. The problem was, you obviously wouldn't dance with your brother, specially because he can't dance for the life of him.

"Hey that guy over there looks like he can dance." Donna declared, pointing over your shoulder. "He's been looking at you since you were dancing with Fez." She added quietly, mostly to your brother sake because he was obviously over protective of you.

In Eric's mind, if anything happened to you while you were both out, Red would absolutely kill him for not protecting his precious little angel enough.

"Let's see if he can dance." You add with a smirk, getting ready to get up.

"You wanna dance?" Hyde said before you even could get up. You looked at him puzzled, as did Eric and Donna. "C'mon, let's dance." He got up and grabbed your hand.

So that night you danced with Hyde to Fernando by ABBA. And he told you that he wanted to kiss you. And just for a tiny moment you thought he was joking, before you saw the seriousness in his eyes. And, god, did you wish the song could have lasted just a minute longer because you would've absolutely kissed him right there.

Ever since then, it had been different between you two, but only you had noticed. Hyde didn't want to make you weird around him and since you didn't answer, he took it as a hint that you would always be just friends.

That was another bad side of being a Forman. There were things that were hard to talk about, specially feelings. You got that from Red. But did you want to have the guts to tell Hyde how you felt.

When Christmas came along, he gave you his gift on the cruiser. He didn't get anything to anyone else because he didn't have the Money to do so.

He gave you the polaroid you had taken with Jackies camara on the next town over that you had lost over a rock, paper or scissors game. Hyde put a black frame on it with a bracelet from the concert you went to that night, and it had been in your night stand since he gave it to you.

You got him a new pair of sunglasses. The same exact ones he had and had you worked your ass off to find them. You were the only one who noticed they were broken so the lent would fall out. And he smiled so big when he opened the box, it was like he own a contest.

You thought he got the hint. He didn't. So now here he was, bragging about Chrissy, and the wild sex they just had, and how she had asked him to move to New york.

You weren't even listening until you heard your brothers pinchy voice, telling him he couldn't.

"Damn it Forman, now I lost my train of thought." He got up angry, touching your shoulder so he could sit on the chair. "Hey sweetheart." He said loudly, like he always did, coming to kiss your cheek, like he always did before you both sat back down.

"Hey Hyde." You said with a small smile, but avoided his kiss, reaching for the cruiser keys that were on the table. "What do you say Fez, wanna go grab a few movies?"

"Oh yes. Maybe the pretty blonde that works there will be there." He said excited, reaching for his jacket.

"Wait for us." You said more to your brother, knowing that as soon as Donna was gone and Michael was back they would get high, and you always did it with them, Donna didn't because she didn't like the smell.

Hyde found your behaviour weird since you never acted like that with him but your brother made the stupid joke that you were probably on your period which Donna hit him in the arm for, and quickly got back to trying to get Hyde from going to New york.

When you got to the video store, you gave Fez enough Money to rent two movies and stayed in the car. You cried, and you were woman enough to admit that you cried. Out of jealousy that he was with that Chrissy bitch, that he would leave town, but mostly because he would leave town with her.

You only realised Fez got back because he hugged you and you appreciated it even if you made him promise not to say anything and didn't exactly tell him why you were crying.

As soon as Eric heard the vista's doors closing, he got the pot from its hiding place.

"I don't think is a good ideia Hyde." Your brother said when it started to kick in.

And you blacked out. Not literally, you just didn't want to listen.

"Y/N you gonna help me and Fez out?" Eric asked.

"Nop." You answered, getting up from where you were resting against Michael. "Hyde can go to hell for all I care." And he laughed.

"Don't kiss my ass, sweetheart."

"But Y/N/N weren't you crying in the car because of..." And before Fez could continue, you threw a shoe at him. Yes, a shoe because your stoned mind couldn't think of anything else.

"You were crying?" Eric and Hyde asked at the same time but you quickly ignored them.

"I gotta pee." And with that you left before anymore questions.

The feeling left and Hyde went home to pack his bag, his mind set on going even after your brother's many tries. After dinner and before he went on his 'drive' with Donna, Eric tried to bug the truth out of you but you wouldn't open up.

"You don't want to tell me, fine." He said, annoyed. "I'm going over to Hyde's to try and talk him, do you wanna come?"

"Eric, mom and dad already talked to him, you bugged him all afternoon, me talking to him won't change anything, it won't either if you just keep repeating the same thing." You finally said, finishing up washing the plates from dinner.

"You haven't even said anything, I thought you cared for Hyde a little bit more." He said before he left and you just kept washing the dishes.

After a few minutes Donna showed up, sitting on the high stool as you cleaned the counter.

"Eric went to see Hyde before he left, he might be a bit late." You told Donna, avoiding looking at her knowing that she would know how you felt by just looking at you.

"And you stayed because?"

"It wouldn't matter if I went." Your voice was clearly emotional, not thinking about anything else but losing your best friend Hyde over New York, and the wild bimbo Chrissy.

"He likes you! You could make him stay!" Now Donna got up and you looked at her. "What are you waiting for? For him to leave with that bimbo? He's going to ruin his life in New york, Y/N/N. Talk to him, have him ruin his life here, with us." You laughed a bit.

"Do you really think I could make him stay?" You asked on a small voice, clearly wanting to ask something else.

"Of course!" Donna said. "Hyde is absolutely crazy for you." She smiled and you just left the counter half cleaned before you ran to the living room.

"I'm going out, but I promise I won't be gone long." You said before you tried to leave.

"Hold it." Said Red Forman and, you didn't even register before you stopped and turned back to the living room. "You're finally going to talk to Steven?"

"Yes daddy." You mumbled. You could have tried to fool your dad but it wouldn't pass the Red-dar.

"Take the Toyota. I don't want you walking alone so late at night." He pointed to the keys on the high table behind him.

"Thank you daddy!" You kissed his cheek and ran to the garage pass Donna showing her the keys.

You drove quickly but a lot more careful than you would have done if it was with the cruiser. Parking next to the cruiser, you quickly checked yourself in the mirror, cleaning the remaining tears and fixing your lashes, knowing that Hyde would know if you were crying.

When you got to his front porch, you saw Eric and Hyde sitting, laughing a bit. Nervously, you put your hands on the front pocket of your denim skirt and walked to them, clearing your throat so they would notice you and stop the conversation, never trusting what they talked about when alone and definitely didn't want to over hear.

"Hey Y/N/N, did you walk here?" Your brother asked quickly. "Why didn't you wait until I got back?"

"Red borrowed me the Toyota." You said showing Eric the keys. "Be careful when you back up the cruiser."

"Oh right." He said, looking between the two of you. Eric might be dumb most of the times but this one he could tell. "I guess I'll see you around if I ever go to the big Apple Hyde. Good luck." And with that they hugged, Hyde thanked him, and Eric left.

It might have been a twin thing, but you shared a look and you knew Eric hoped to every God out there that you would get Hyde to stay, even if you were going to try, it made you lose a little bit of hope that it was all up to you now.

"Hey sweetheart." He tried again, reaching for a cigarette in his pocket.

Tears were back in your eyes when you finally got closer to him, pushing him in the chest.

"How dare you, Steven?!" You asked annoyed. "How dare you even think of leaving without saying goodbye?!"

"Sweetheart..." He started, finally noticing the tears on your face, trying to get closer to you but you pushed him again, pointing a finger to his face.

"No. Don't 'sweetheart' me. You were supposed to leave this town with me. Follow me to college like a creep and sneak into my dorm room like we promised." And that's when it hit him.

You had promised that one time on a sleep over when you woke up in the middle of the night and Hyde went to use your bathroom. He was the only boy you would let use your bathroom and he noticed you were up. You both got high on the room just outside your window and made that promise with each other before you went back inside and read to him the book Eric had gotten you for christmas and you both fell asleep.

Before he could respond, you had glued yourself to his torso, crying quietly on his chest.

"Don't go. Please." You asked before he tossed the cigarette aside and hugged you back. He calmed you down, before you pulled back to look at him.

You took the glassed from his face and held his face lightly. "Even if I lost my change with you, Steven, please don't go. I don't want to lose my best friend." You whispered.

And this time it was Hyde that was absolutely speechless, just like you were the night at the disco.

"I think I really want to kiss you right now, y/n." Your breath changed, as Steven reached to put a strand of hair behind your ear. "You don't have to kiss me back if you don't want to."

And with that you took initiative, you pulled his face to yours and kissed him. You felt him smile into the kiss, holding your neck and your waist as you passed one hand to his hair pulling him to you and smiled back.

"Promise me another one of those and I might just stay the rest of my life in this stupid town." Hyde joked when you broke a part and you both laughed a bit before you pulled him back in for another kiss.

"Can have as many as you want if you go tell that bimbo you're not going with her." You joked this time.

"Oh baby, are you jealous?" Steven tried to joke as you pulled him inside his house and picked up his bag. "Straight to the bedroom, hum?" He pulled you back by the hips, kissing your neck.

"Steven?" His mother asked, loudly.

"Gotta be quiet baby love." He whispered in your ear.

"Not right now, pretty boy. You got a heart to break." You pushed him back from you a lot softer than you had done outside. "Hurry up and you might just get lucky." Kissing his cheek you, left to the living room.

You knew his mom, and she surprisingly liked you.

"Hey Edna." You gave her a warm smile before she turned from inside the fridge to look over her shoulder.

"Oh hey Y/N! What a beer?" She took two out of the fridge as she asked and turned to you. "Would offer you a soda but I don't have any."

"Yeah sure, I'll take one." You kept your cool.

"Take a seat." She offered and you sat at the small kitchen table. "What are you doing here?"

"Steven came to pick some of his stuff up, we're having a sleep over." You lied easily, taking a drink of your beer.

"You are good to him." She said, sitting across from you and only then you realised that she was drunk. "I think he has a crush on you." Edna laughed.

"Mom." You heard Steven whine from the kitchen door.

"Really?" You laughed. "Do you have anything to say about it Steven?" Before you could embarrass him further he pulled you hand and started walking through the house to get out like it was eating him alive.

"I'm staying at Foreman's tonight." Was all he said before you both left the house, and he forced you to run to the Toyota.

part 2 - to be added.

[russellsppttemplates]

Who you belong to (George Russell)

When George starts getting attention from an interviewer who's just trying her shot, you decide it's time to show that he is unavailable

Note: english is not my first language, here is some George content that I hope you like. I'm trying to go through the requests and not post the same driver twice in a row so I ask for your understanding if your request is yet to be posted, I promise I'm working on them 🤍

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm not taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so but know that I'm not certain when I'll be able to tend to them!

You had known Geoge since teenage years when you moved into a new school and he happened to have a free spot on his double desk, the teacher telling you to go and sit next to him. That's how a beautiful friendship started, his parents soon inviting you so you could go and see him karting on the weekends. Soon enough, your feelings started to develop into something more, George deciding to act on them the night he won the GP3 Series in 2017 when he got home and you were sitting in his living room, a congratulations banner on the wall along with some drinks on the table as you and your shared group of friends had prepared for him. You had been with him through losses and wins, good times and bad times and he would be damned if he didn't make a move on you because he knew everyone else already thought you were amazing knowing half of what he knew about you, and he wanted to be there before they were.

Sitting in his garden while everyone was inside enjoying themselves, you noticed he was alone and sat next to him, "enjoying the starlight, F3 Champion?", you asked as you sipped from your cup, and he felt like it was now or never, "the win was amazing, standing on that podium felt like a rush, having my family there was amazing, but I missed you. You were the one missing there", he said with no hint of teasing on his voice, knowing you had an university presentation to attend and he never wanted you to put your things over his own, "there is no one else I want to have there when I'm looking at the crowd and when I'm getting ready for the races. I want you there with me", he said as he grabbed your hand, "I don't want to make you go to all of them, I know you won't be able to but I want you there as much as you're able to", he finished. You were looking dumbfounded at him, this particular moment looking like the dream you'd have every now and again where your bestfriend reciprocated the feelings you had for him. "You have no clue for how long j wished you'd say those words to me", you whispered as George's big hands moved to your cheeks as his thumb grazed your lips, silently asking for permission and once you granted it, his lips fell on yours. Coming for air, you were looking at his blue eyes under the moonlight, the two of you smiling as you took notice of what just had happened, the love bubble interrupted from the cheers inside the house, "It was about time Russell!".

Over the years, you and George thought it was best that you just kept your relationship private, not wanting anyone to snoop into your lives and you've managed to do it quite well. Friends and family were very careful about posting pictures and through his career the very few people that noticed your regular presence just assumed you were a team member or an intern, and when George got into Formula One, you were able to keep it private still.

You walked in the paddock, and unlike some of the experiences the other drivers' girlfriends had, no one made a fuss, some looking up to see who it was ringing their pass in before looking back to what they were doing on their phones and cameras.

You arrived at the Mercedes hospitality, greeting everyone as you headed to the lounge upstairs, grabbing a bottle of water and looking over the track when you sat in one of the sofas that was shielded a little bit more from the public eye. You had been enjoyed the sun on your face when you heard footsteps, seeing your boyfriend as his communications assistant up the steps, "Darling, you're here!", he smiled while you waved your phone at him, silently telling him you had sent a text, "I don't have my phone on me" he said before you heard more steps, the team's head of social media and Lewis joining you in there, "Oh, Y/N, how have you been?", Lewis asked, greeting with a hug, "It's been good, excited to be back at raced! Do you guys need me to leave?", you asked, wondering if they were going to have a meeting, "No need for it, actually you can even listen to something I have here, I think you'll find it amusing", she said as she pushed one the chairs so you could listen to an audio she had on her phone. It starts with a female voice questioning George and Lewis about their summer break before she started speaking directly with George, asking where he had been, with who he had been and what he enjoyed doing in that time off, her voice sweetly talking her way through the questions George tried to answer in the most polite and professional way possible, the slight waver in his tone showing how unsure he was, "I think she was flirting with me to be honest", he said, looking at Lewis who laughed, "you think? I'm just glad we were there because otherwise she would have jumped on you", his teammate said as everyone who was there agreed. "She must think you're single", you put simply since this wasn't the first time someone assumed your boyfriend wasn't in a relationship.

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When qualifying came around with George due to start the race in the front row, he came back to the garage so he could get dressed to go to the media pen, meeting you in his driver's room where you both knew no cameras would catch you, "Congratulations handsome, I'm so proud of you!", you said as you walked to him once he was inside, wrapping your arms around his neck as he spun you around, helping your legs circle his waist as you pressed kisses all over his face, "I'm so proud of you, I knew you could do it!", you smiled at him. Setting you down so he could change, you talked about how he was feeling, "the car felt really nice, honestly I think we can get a podium tomorrow, we can fight for those places", he said while you enjoyed the view of his naked torso before he dressed himself in his black team t-shirt, "That's my favourite one on you", you mumbled, kissing his jaw before someone called for "five minutes to be in the media pen". Enjoying your affections, George ran his hands along your sides before managing to release your tucked shirt and get inside the clothing item, his fingers stroking your skin, "Are you making sure the other reporter feels you've been around?", he chuckled, the two of you have been lightly joking about it since yesterday. Last night, when George informed you he was going to brush his teeth and then get back so you could cuddle, you asked him "And are you going to enjoy doing it with someone else?", genuinely finding the situation quite funny. Giggling ad you flicked his ear, you pressed a final kiss to his lips, "if I wanted to do that I would place my lips here", you placed your mouth just below his Adam's apple, "and I would leave a nice little mark right there so everyone in this paddock that doesn't know you are taken will know from now on", you kissed the skin again before moving away from his body semi reluctantly, knowing he had duties to fulfill and that you could easily tip you both and start something you wouldn't have time to finish, "but I'm just going to let you go do your thing", you said as you sat on the sofa there, "but do I get a reward later?", he smirked looking at you, "absolutely, my love".

George walked confidently into the media pen looking for the Sky Sports reporter he knew he was due to talk first giving his take on the laps and how he was feeling about tomorrow before his assistant pointed to the newsagent from yesterday, showing him the interviews line up on his phone when they noticed they had the woman from yesterday and another interviewer, George trying to get there first so the female interviewer would speak to Sebastian, but the German driver was first to get there and unknowingly he started talking to the man as the woman waved at George. After asking him about his predictions for the race, rhey were wrapping up the interview and when George was about to go, she called for him, "Any special celebrations tonight?", she asked with a charming smile, "The team is very pleased with the result, the atmosphere is really good", he said, "we're having dinner around town too, maybe I'll see you there", she finished as she winked at George, you got the definite confirmation that she was flirting with him.

You were putting your earrings on, the last thing you needed to do before leaving, when George brought it up, "and then she just full on winked at me, Sebastian was next to me and I think he nearly choked on his water", "Well, at least she has good taste and is consistent in who she wants", you said, "does it upset you?", he asked. Sighing, you turned to him, "I don't think so. I mean, sure, I don't thrive on the fact that there are many women who throw themselves at my boyfriend everyday because they think he is single, but I can't blame them at the same time in a way like, they are trying their shot on someone they think is available, and I like to believe that most of them wouldn't do it if they knew that I have been around for five years", you chuckled, "You know how I want to protect you from the media and I don't want unnecessary attention on you but if you want to make it public I wouldn't oppose, I just want you to be comfortable", he said as he made his way to you, grabbing your hips as he kissed the top of your head.

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You walked by the Williams garage, some of the mechanics and engineers waving at you as you made your way to the Mercedes one, finding Sebastian and Lance on the way, "Y/N, how are you?", the Canadian driver asked, "I've been good, and you guys?", you replied, "Excited to be back at racing, and apparently we're not the only ones, I nearly spit the water I was drinking yesterday when the interviewer called for George! I was like 'you don't even know half of it', I swear", the german driver giggled as they bid goodbye, wishing them a good race as you continued your way to your boyfriend's team's garage, waving back at Daniel who had his headphones on and gave you a thumbs up.

You greeted everyone as you arrived in the Mercedes hospitality, feeling confident enough since the driver's parade was about to start and the cameras were elsewhere, moving to the backroom where the cameras wouldn't get access to in order to give your boyfriend his good luck kiss, "Go and show them how to get on the podium, my love", you hugged him as you pressed a light kiss to his lips, "Have a safe race!". He hugged you tighter and pressed a quick kiss to your forehead, "will do darling", before giving you a final squeeze and left to go get in the car.

Going down to the garage, you were given a headset that allowed you to listen to the radio near Angela and Susie, who was also at the race today and watched the race on the screen as the number of laps increased and the fights for the podium began, you could sense the confidence in the team as they read all the stats in the screens and looked at the overall race, the knowledge you acquired over the years allowing you to understand a bit of what they were talking about, "I think it's a podium today", Susie commented. And as he finished in 2nd place, the whole garage erupted in cheer, congratulating eachother, whilst you clapped along, your foot tapping on the floor as you waited for George to come to the garage. As he exited the car and hugged Toto and his engineers and mechanics, you immediately jumped into his arms, grabbing his neck and pulling him down for a proper kiss, the initial surprise on George's reaction quickly left behind as he melted his lips on yours, his hands holding you close to him. Stopping the kiss to breathe, George was the first to chuckle, "Now everyone knows I'm yours, because that's what I am, I'm yours forever", earning him another kiss, "you were amazing out there, congratulations my love! And that's a good thing, because I am yours too, forever", you mumbled.

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In the final media pen of the weekend, Lawrence was getting George's last interview, "also, just a quick mention of today's celebration in the garage. There seemed to be a very special person here today", the reporter asked, prompting a blush to appear on George's cheeks, "yeah, that was my girlfriend, yeah! She's been accompanying me for five years, even more than that if you count all of our friendship years as well, but yeah, she's been here for the good and the bad, through thick and thin so it's amazing to celebrate these results with her, hopefully a race win soon!", he said, the smile never leaving his face.

Getting back to the hospitality, he found you having a chat with Daniel and Heidi, "George Russel, your missus Y/N Y/L/N and yourself have crashed the internet, you're everywhere! I feel like people don't even care about your P2, all they want to know is who your girlfriend is!", he said loudly as he approached you, "Well, I had to make sure everyone knew that this man is very much not available", you said smiling as George hugged you from behind resting his chin on top of your head as his hands played with your fingers around your midsection, "You just couldn't let anyone take me from you, could you?", he teased, earning a slap on his hands as the three of you laughed together, "Well, at least now everyone will know where all those shirtless pictures are coming from and who they belong to", Daniel joked.

[thesoupson]

In honor of the most adorable cinnamon roll in pro wrestling signing his official contract with AEW, how about a mini fact post? Not so much random facts as a little glimpse into who he is outside the ring, and why he's so loveable.

(First, as a side note, some people have asked me about pronouncing his name. He prefers his nickname, Take. You pronounce the vowels the Japanese way. That means you say it "Tah-keh," not the English "take" like "take a nap." Fans from his Japanese days knowhim as Take-chan, "chan" being an honorific said after the name of someone.)

The best thing about Take-chan is how positive he is. You will rarely see him angry, even in a feud. Even in his feud with Endo (his main rival and former partner) you will see Take acting nonchalant and sometimes even friendly to Endo, and Endo getting annoyed by it. A classic was Take offering a fist bump and Endo putting his middle finger in Take's face.

Next, there's just how unselfish he is. Now, I'm going to use wrestling lingo, hope everyone is up on that.

You will notice, in every match, Take is just as concerned with making his opponent look good as he is with himself. Although he has an air of confidence about him, he never comes out all conceited and squashes the other guy. In every match, he sells for the other guy and makes absolutely sure his opponent gets crowd reactions, too. He's also fine with taking an L to help someone get over.

In the indies, you'll usually see him shaking his opponent's hand and raising it after the match, and hyping them to the crowd, even if they lost.

He builds people up. He never tears them down.

Next, how he is with friends.

I swear to you, after watching him for years, I think he's more concerned with his friend's wellbeing than his own.

Kojima is probably the most obvious example. Take jumps at every chance to build Kojima up. He honestly behaves like an extremely proud big brother. He hypes him up, mentors him, encourages him... A while back, 37kamiina was on a popular show in Japan, and Kojima was trending on Japanese Twitter. Take was happier about it than Kojima was!

Chris Brookes told the story of when they met. They were on the DDT bus, and Chris had gotten a cold when he came to Japan. Take-chan suggested a cold medicine, then when they stopped, Take just bought it for him. (My personal guess is Take probably realized that Chris, new to Japan, couldn't read all the packaging and decided to help him out, but they've never said that.)

Another time, on stream, they were drinking and Take mixed them both his favorite drink. Chris took a sip and was shocked how strong it was. Take poured some of it in his cup and watered Chris's down a bit, taking the harder drink himself to go easy on Chris.

I honestly couldn't even begin to list all the times he grabbed the mic after a match to say nice things to the person he just had a match with. He knows nothing about being hateful or starting drama.

I said last night he helped get Eddie Kingston and Akiyama together. Akiyama said in an interview that Takeshita kept showing him pics of them together and talking about him. He also dropped hints (in character) that Take was going to sign with AEW in the same interview. That was back in August. Take's been bugging him that long to give his buddy a match! 😄

His friend Yuki Ueno is another good story. They were high school classmates. Osaka was a long way from most of the DDT shows, so Take had to travel a lot for them and Ueno didn't see him wrestle until they did an Osaka show. Take said the first time Ueno cheered him like crazy! He was so loud, Shunma (new to DDT back then) said he thought "Maybe Takeshita's boyfriend?" 😆

After seeing that show, Yuki decided he wanted to be a pro wrestler, too. Takeshita trained him and brought him into DDT. Now, Ueno is one of their top guys.

I'll wrap this post up for now, though I'll probably post more like it. There are sooo many examples of him trying to help build people up, like helping Andrew the Giant get his DDT debut, his constant hyping his friends up, taking care of them...

He has a heart of gold and this is why long-time fans absolutely love him.

Over time, I hope the US audience gets a chance to know him the way long-time fans do.❤

[2460nodone]

Trophies

Title: Trophies Category: Plays/Musicals » Les Misérables Author: AliceInSomewhereland Language: English, Rating: Rated: T Genre: Drama/Romance Published: 05-19-13, Updated: 05-19-13 Chapters: 1, Words: 3,671

Summary: They meet on their respective fields - his, baseball, and hers, soccer - and it changes everything. Enjonine modern AU for the Fic War on tumblr! Oneshot, rated T for language.

originally written for the e/e fic war and posted to ffnet. prompted with “soccer AU, baseball AU” by tumblr user samthenardier.

Chapter 1/1

He's not quite sure when he first noticed her.

Perhaps it was the weekend Courfeyrac hit the ball out of their diamond, and, as he played in the outfield, she reached him first to return it. He hardly paid her any mind, only nodding in thanks. She was clearly just as busy as he, covered in dirt and soaked with sweat, her shin guards smeared with grass stains.

Perhaps it was the weekend that it rained. Bahorel and Grantaire, playing on his team that weekend, were highly distracted when the women with whom she was playing declared their match to be shirts versus skins. She seemed to be the chief in insisting that it be the girls who played as skins, against the shirted boys.

The boys on his baseball team couldn't help but stare as the girls stripped, their shorts rolled low on their hips and clinging to their thighs in the rain, their tops bare, save for their soaked-through sports bras.

He noticed that she and her friends were frequently shooting glances in the direction of the baseball diamond, delighting and giggling when his teammates and opponents fawned over them.

Perhaps he noticed her the weekend that it was so hot they almost had to cancel – she, again, was shirtless, but this time her sports bra was soaked with sweat. They watched as she poured cold water over her face and head and shoulders – his teammates with hunger and desire, he with disinterest.

Perhaps it was the weekend he saw her running to their diamond, soccer ball under her arm and her hand entwined with another girl's, one with dusky skin and dark hair. They sat in the bleachers, watching and cheering and laughing. It was quite distracting. Afterwards, he watched as she made a beeline to Marius, just as Joly and Bossuet appeared to be racing to talk to her friend first.

He paid her little to no mind, though he did notice when she wasn't there sometimes, especially because his baseball team (and often their visiting competition) and the eternal pick-up soccer game that she participated in often went out for drinks together after their respective games were over. It seemed oddly quiet when she wasn't there, rare though that was, but it also irritated him when she was there, because she spent the whole damn time mooning over Marius and trying to get that freckled fool to pay attention to her.

He never bothered to interact with her; in fact, he didn't even know her name. Nor did he try to learn it. Whenever she came into his peripherals, he merely acknowledged her mentally as "Marius' Shadow."

However, everything changed when he was leaving the park one day, and came across her corned up against a tree, an older man who must have been her father screaming in her face as she cowed. When the man hit her across the face, he lost it.

He dropped his things, and suddenly he was next to her, then in between her and the man, then shoving the man away and shouting things that he didn't remember later. They tousled briefly, resulting in a bloody nose on his face and a black eye on the old man. The man stormed away, screaming and cursing at them.

When he turned, he didn't even have time to react before she slapped him sharply across the face. It left him momentarily dumb; he wasn't sure whether to pinch his nose to stop the bleeding or hold his smarting cheek. Then she was shouting at him.

"I don't want your help! I'm not some sort of damsel in distress that needs rescuing from some bourgeois knight in shining armor!" She shoved him, though it was hardly strong.

Her lip was bleeding and was starting to swell from where the man hit her.

Ten minutes later, he was in the dugout, trying to stop the bleeding.

"Hey," a voice said behind him, startling him. He turned, and there she was – fat lip, messy dark hair, long, thin legs and a torso hidden by an oversized jersey. She held a plastic bag in her hand.

He just sniffed blood, trying to keep it from running down his face more, and stared at her. He was hardly forgiving; if she resented his interference, he wouldn't interfere. He had a bloody nose and probably a black eye (try explaining that one at work tomorrow), all because he was trying to help her. So as far as he was concerned, they had no reason, especially now, to interact at all. He wanted nothing from her.

"Sit down," she ordered. Her tone surprised him; it reminded him of how his mother or his teachers would talk to him as a child. He wondered where she picked it up. Then he sat.

She put the bag on the bench beside him, digging around inside. From it, she pulled gauze, an ice pack, hydrogen peroxide, and band-aids. Without a word, she began mopping up the blood on his face.

"I'm sorry I slapped you," she murmured, keeping her eyes fixed on the blood that was still gushing from his nose.

He shrugged.

"It was my dad. It wasn't the first time," she told him quietly. He wondered why she was telling him this; from the look on her face, she was wondering the same thing. Then, "I'm Eponine. Eponine Jondrette."

He regarded her for a moment, and she finally met his eyes. They were a beautiful, bright brown, flecked with gold, but were dark and angry from the memories that were undoubtedly cycling through her mind. He looked at her lips; dried blood had trickled onto her chin, though she hadn't seemed to notice.

"Enjolras," he said. "Gabriel Enjolras."

Eponine's lips twitched into a small smile, then she got back to work on cleaning him up.

When she was finished, she threw the first aid supplies into her backpack. "I'll buy you a beer," she offered, "as a thanks – and an apology."

*

He's not quite sure why he kissed her.

It was several months after the day he fought her father.

They were heading off to the park together. His league's season was over, but he and his friends still met each weekend for pickup games. She had wormed her way into his friend group, and they had invited her along, eager to teach her how to play baseball. In return, she was going to teach them a little bit about soccer.

She met him on the corner near his apartment – it was more convenient for her to cut through his neighborhood to reach the park, as she lived a few blocks away.

"We need to run to my place," she said when he found her, not bothering to greet him. "I would've gone alone, but my phone was dead and I didn't want you to think I was ditching you.

Though they lived relatively close together, there was a marked difference between his neighborhood and hers. His was more affluent – he was a lawyer, the only son in a wealthy family, and therefore, his apartment was large and well decorated and safe.

Eponine's apartment, however, was one room of a giant, sketchy-looking complex. She joked that this was where the meth-heads came to die.

He worried for her safety.

Inside, however, she had done her best to make the place comfortable. It was colorful, but tasteful – very bohemian, but it worked because it was so Eponine.

She had hung curtains to separate her small bed from the rest of the room, and disappeared behind them for a few moments.

When she reemerged, she beckoned him over. "Enj, these are my soccer trophies from high school. I was being scouted for college, being offered scholarships and even full rides, but then I blew out my knee."

He hadn't known. He knew she was good, but not that she could have started in college. Nor did he know that her knee had ruined her opportunity to get out of – well, out of this life. It broke his heart; she could have truly been something quite incredible. She was smart, she was driven and talented, but lacking the resources to rise out of the life she so despised. To have come so close, only to have an ill-timed physical issue rip her chances away – he couldn't even imagine.

"That sucks, Ep, I'm so sorry," he told her sincerely.

She smiled warmly, though he could see a touch of bitterness in her eyes. "Whatever," she shrugged, "I have all these crazy trophies for my trouble!"

And she did. There must have been more than 30 of all colors and sizes, from participation awards to tournament placements to MVP's.

"My collection would totally kick your collection's ass," he teased, nudging her with his elbow. "I was given a partial scholarship to play in college. I wanted to go pro. I didn't have time for anything else, not even girls. My entire life revolved around baseball and school."

She looked at him. "What happened?"

He stared straight ahead at a trophy she had won her sophomore year of high school for most valuable player. "My priorities changed," was all he said. He could hear the hardness in his own voice; out of the corner of his eye, he saw her searching for something on his face before she turned back towards the trophies. He cleared his throat. "Anyway," he said, reaching out and touching a medal, "all my trophies are at my parents' house."

"I like having mine home with me," was Eponine's soft reply.

He looked at her. There was a faraway look on her face, an absent smile on her lips. "They help me remember a time when I was happy." She seemed to be talking to herself now, and he wondered if she remembered he was there.

He couldn't take his eyes off her, all of a sudden, and he felt something building inside of him that was foreign and, if he had to admit it, a little frightening.

When she turned to him, a questioning look on her face and an inquiry forming on her lips, he kissed her, swallowing whatever it was she was about to say. She responded immediately against him, and he pulled her body flush against his instinctually when her lips parted against his.

*

He's not quite sure why he slept with her.

He had never been with a woman before.

And she was vulnerable; he couldn't shake the feeling that he had taken advantage of her.

Marius and his girlfriend, the perfect, blonde Cosette, had gotten engaged.

Eponine had showed up at his door, in tears and completely inconsolable. So he ordered pizza, and ran to the liquor store around the corner for a bottle of Jack.

Three hours later, she was straddling him on his couch and kissing him wildly, half the bottle abandoned on the table behind her.

The whole experience, as intoxicating and wonderful as it was, was like being with a hurricane. It was wet and strong and dangerous, but he loved every second of it.

When he woke the next morning, she was in his kitchen, dressed in one of his t-shirts, making breakfast.

She kissed him good morning.

*

He's not quite sure when he fell in love with her.

They were out all night.

It was a warm night, in the middle of spring, a summery breeze sweeping through her hair and toying with the hem of her dress as she skipped around him.

Eponine didn't want to go home, and had talked him into staying out with her all night and going down to the docks to watch the sunrise.

"I've never seen the city when it sleeps," she had said.

They weren't together, per se, but Marius was married and Eponine was putting him behind her and now whenever she saw Enjolras she kissed him. He didn't hate it.

They had sat on the docks, swinging their bare feet inches above the water.

She grabbed his hand, humming a song into the wind. She was being strange; it was that mix of happiness and sadness that he'd learned to associate with her. Like she's almost ready to be happy, almost ready to let go of her problems, but she just can't.

She took his hand as the pre-dawn sky turns purple.

She kissed his cheek and then his lips when it turns pink.

When it turned orange, its bright glow lights up her face.

When the sun broke free of the water, she laughed. He had never seen anything so beautiful.

And that was when he knew: he'd fallen for her.

*

He's not quite sure why she wouldn't let him save her.

Eponine was stubborn, and always refused his help. He frequently reminded her that it was his job to help people, that it was his calling, but she would just snap at him that "a calling is a thing for entitled bourgeois boys," and that those he was "called" to help did not always want it.

When her little brother died, hit by a car in the middle of the night, he was not sure she'd ever come back to him.

She pushed him away. Stopped seeing him, stopped meeting him for baseball or soccer, stopped coming to his games and stopped showing up to her own. She wouldn't even answer her calls. Nor would she talk to any of her other friends.

Musichetta, her soccer friend, and Joly were dating, and even Musichetta had not heard from her in weeks.

When he finally saw her again, her face was gaunt. She looked like she hadn't slept in days, and hadn't eaten in weeks. Her already thin frame clung to her bones, her cheeks were sunken in, her hair was dirty and unkempt, and her hollow eyes had dark circles.

He didn't know how to save her, but for god's sake he tried.

*

He's not quite sure why she left him.

It isn't fair – that's the only thought that's cycling through his mind right now.

He's been sitting in this chair for, well, he doesn't even know how long. His friends keep coming to check on him, but he barely hears them. They can't say anything helpful anyway. They don't know.

All he can think of is her, of those precious moments by her side, as he stares straight ahead.

Directly in front of him is her casket. And he can't take his eyes off it, off her lifeless body laying there for those attending the wake to gawk and cry over.

He can't cry, he can't eat, he can't feel. He briefly wonders if this was how it was for her when little Gavroche was killed, and if that was the straw that broke the camel's back in her life.

He wonders, much more extensively, why he couldn't save her. He was always reminding her that saving people was all he wanted to do. He just wanted to help.

Why hadn't he been able to help her?

It was a sunny afternoon. They were sitting on the stairs of her fire escape. She was under his arm, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Not everyone wants to be saved, Enj," she told him. "Not everyone will let you."

"As long as you let me save you, that's fine," he replied.

She said nothing for a long while. "It might be too late for that," she whispered, avoiding his gaze.

And it was. It was far too late.

She was gone.

The only woman he had ever loved, ever cared for, ever had time for, was dead.

This was a woman who had opened up an entire new world for him, and he would never see her again.

He's not sure what comes next; now that he's lived in this world of hers, he isn't sure if he can live without her.

When he's angry at her, angrier than he's ever been before, he curses her name, screaming at her ghost for leaving him behind, for ruining his life.

He hates her; she destroyed everything about him, everything he was, and left this empty shell behind. He was fine before - he didn't know what he was missing, and ignorance truly was bliss. He was settled in his life. But then she appeared in it, and turned it upside-down.

He tries to breathe.

Azlema, her younger sister, walks up to him.

She wraps herself around him, and he lets her, squeezing her tightly. She, of course, knew Eponine too (in a way that his friends didn't), and just as he lost the love of his life, she lost her older sister - and her baby brother. So she understands.

"She loved you, Enjolras," Azelma murmurs, her voice shaking with emotion and thick with the tears that spill from her eyes. "I know she never told you, but she told me. She loved you, and she would've wanted you to know."

He cries.

*

He's not quite sure how he picks up the pieces.

It's been forever, but it's also been no time at all.

His nights are cold and lonely, and his days are torture.

Grantaire has moved in with him, though perhaps that wasn't the best decision on the part of his friends, as the other man is so full of anger and sadness himself that all they do is spend their time drinking.

Combeferre seems to catch on, because then he comes to stay, too.

Suddenly, he's forced to eat the food Combeferre has cooked. He's forced to look at Grantaire's artwork and give his opinions, he's forced to go to work and do a good job again.

He's forced to look at her photographs every day (but that one he does to himself), too. In them, she seems happy. She's bright and beautiful and alive. God, she used to be so alive, even when she was miserable, even when she was depressed. She could be in the worst mood, but being around her was like being in the middle of a beautiful storm.

He misses that.

Eventually, Courfeyrac convinces him to come play a pickup game.

It feels good, being back on the diamond. The power of the ball as it flies from his hand, the feel of the wind in his face as he runs from plate to plate. He especially likes being at bat, because smacking that fucking ball into oblivion is suddenly the most therapeutic thing.

And then the game is over and his friends leave and he's slamming his stupid bat into the ground, raging in the middle of the field, screaming at her at the top of his lungs and undoubtedly causing quite the scene.

He collapses, and then someone is there – Jehan, perhaps? – speaking to him, trying to calm him.

But what does it is Eponine.

No, she's not there, of course, but he sees her team playing soccer on the next field. Or maybe it's a different team, he isn't sure if her friends play here anymore.

He looks up into the overcast sky, closing his eyes to the clouds, and can almost hear her laughter carried to him on the wind.

He goes home, pulls out the trophies he took from her apartment and those he took from his parents' house. He places them in pairs around the apartment, wherever they fit - his next to hers and hers next to his wherever he can find the room for them.

"They help me remember a time when I was happy," she had said that first time he kissed her.

And she was right.

There they were, once again – playing baseball, playing soccer together, just like when they had become friends. This time, however, their endless games were in his apartment. But looking at their trophies together was, for some stupid reason, extremely comforting. It made him feel like she was there, in these dumb objects she had been so proud of.

He sees her in them. They make him think of her. And he misses her, he does, but she would want him to be okay.

She would want him to keep on playing, because she wasn't able to.

And that's exactly what he's going to do.

Fin.

[treasure-hwa]

wine, kisses and love

pairing: seonghwa x female reader

genre: suggestive, fluff

synopsis: Seonghwa may not be prince charming, but he does treat you like a princess, especially when you're feeling a bit lonely.

word count: 1.024

author's note: I'll be honest, 1. I don't know what I meant when I wrote this. You can clearly see I didn't even put a backstory, so feel free to imaginate ;) 2. I suck at titles. And English is not my first language, so if you see any mistakes or have tips, please tell me.

It was not a beautiful night. The sky did not flaunt many stars and the night air was cold.

It was late, around 10pm. Some houses had their lights still on and, if it was not for the girl sitting on the sidewalk and some cats and dogs chasing food and comfort, the street would be deserted.

The girl was sitting on the sidewalk long enough to understand the pattern of the lamp post. One minute off, one minute on, the light color heating from white to a strong orange, just to switch off again.

From the beginning of the street, there was a silhouette on a bike coming. Not needing to think much, she knew it was him. Not a prince charming riding a white horse, just Seonghwa on an old red bike, whose basket carried good memories.

— Why are you out here on a cold night like this one? — The boy asked right when he reached the girl, getting off of the bike and fixing the plastic bag in the basket.

— I was waiting for you.

— Could have done it inside your house.

She shrugged her shoulders, not verbalizing how the house felt extra empty and silent that day. He knew it already anyway.

— Let's go inside? — She nodded, taking his waiting hand and pulling herself up. She searched for the key into her pockets, getting unquiet when she didn't find it. — It's on the ground.

The girl saw the colorful keychain on the sidewalk, getting down to take it and, then, walk to the small yellow house. They crossed the small stone way and, ater the boy locked his bike, they got to the wood door, which was unlocked with no rush.

— Make yourself home — she said to the boy.

— You don't need to tell me this everytime I come over. — He laughed, taking off his shoes and going to the kitchen looking for cups.

She disappeared by the hall only to come back five minutes later with comfier clothes.

— What's in the bag? — He showed the bottle of her favorite wine, shaking it lightly together with two cups proper for the drink. — You really know me, Hwa! — She cheered, pulling the sleeves of her sweater down till they covered her hands.

Seonghwa smiled, sitting on the living room sofa and pouring wine on both cups, holding one of them to the girl seated on the other side of the sofa. They toasted with silent requests, looking at each other over the glass recipient.

— You’re beautiful.

— I'm not. Beauty is in your eyes.

Rolling her eyes and lowering the cup to the coffee table, she slowly got closer and lifted his chin with her index.

— What’s the problem? Why do you never accept a compliment of mine?

The first answer was a smirk. His hand found the girl’s strands of hair, getting them out of her face.

— Maybe I don’t deserve your compliments. Your eyes should see beauty where there really is.

—  Seonghwa, when you say that, it awakens in me a desire to offer you the most beautiful compliments in the form of actions —  she said quietly close to the boy's lips, now cupping his face with her whole hand.

— I wouldn’t complain if you did that. — His lips stretched into a pretty smile while his teeth bit down on his lower lip.

The girl, rolling her eyes again, brought her thumb to the boy’s red mouth, caressing the local with devotion before touching it with her own lips. As the kiss got hotter, his hands went down to her waist, pulling her to sit on top of his thighs. The taste of wine sat on their tongues, adding much more flavor to the kiss.

Who broke the kiss first was she, but the purpose was to grip Seonghwa’s face and fill it with kisses. Starting from the forehead, going down to the eyelids, taking time on the cheeks and jaw, finishing on the tip of the nose. Being followed by silence, that moment of affection affected both, lighting a flame inside them, which manifested itself through blushed cheeks and almost imperceptible hips movements.

— I missed you — he whispered, hugging her.

— I know, because I missed you too. — She used a voice tone as low as his, as if someone was around and couldn’t hear the confession.

— Why don’t you move in with me? — he asked, kissing her neck and touching her warm skin below her sweater.

— I’ve already said that I can’t just leave this house. — The phrase barely came out because her breathing was starting to get trapped on her throat.

— You don’t like being here. You can drop everything and come with me. You know it would be the biggest pleasure living with you.

Brown eyes were shining for her, who smiled and promised to “think with love” about the proposal. Brushing his hair back, she stroke Seonghwa’s nape and let simple pecks on his mouth.

They could feel the taste of wine fading from their mouths, converting into a unique taste shared by them. Seonghwa recovered his still partially full glass and took another sip, leaving the liquid in his mouth for a few seconds before swallowing and pulling his beloved closer by the neck. That kiss was way more passionate, tongues touching and being sucked and wet lips slipping over each other, almost making obscene sounds.

With her hands on his shoulders, she moved her hip, forward and backward, up and down. His hands were lost underneath her sweater, testing and squeezing several places just to feel her writhing and letting out puffs of air.

Looking for warm skin contact, his shirt was removed, and her cold hands spreaded on his chest, making him hiss due to the temperature difference. After apologizing with a low voice and laughing, she brought her lips to Seonghwa's collarbones, loving the contact and the softness of the local.

He lifted her face up for a moment with both hands, but she turned it to kiss his palm.

— Will you let me love you tonight?

Failed voice and heavy breathing, wet lips and red cheeks.

— I'm yours. I've always been.

[thebrotherssalvatore321]

Keeping Secrets Ch. 1

Keeping Secrets Masterlist

Pairing: DamonxOc. TylerxOc in future chapters, ElijahxOc, KlausxOc is endgame. She’s never sleeping with more than one guy at a time. This is just a long story with 25 chapters so far that I’m also posting on FanFiction.net. Warnings: She does however cheat on someone in future chapters if that counts as a warning.

Keeping Secrets 

Katie Finnegan’s house sat on a beautiful street lined with beautiful houses. It was actually right down the street from her best friend Elena’s. Elena had recently lost her parents and was now under the guardianship of her aunt Jenna. It was a bleak situation, but one that Elena and her brother Jeremy could with time bounce back from with the loving support of their aunt. Katie on the other hand had long been plagued by the loss of her parents who died from a cause unknown to her when she was just ten years old.

Unlike Elena and Jeremy, Katie didn’t have any loving aunts or uncles to take her in. All she had was the abusive grandfather who she had never even met despite the fact that he lived in the same town that she did. She didn’t even know what he looked like until he showed up on the doorsteps of her parents house with a suitcase and two moving trucks. One was for her parents stuff to be packed up and auctioned off and the other was full of his.

Only after he showed up did she realize that she had seen him around town, but her parents never acknowledged him. At first she couldn’t understand it. For the first few months he was okay. He didn’t talk to her or play with her much but that was fine with her since she was always good at playing by herself, but once the social workers stopped coming by to make sure she was settling in okay, things started taking a turn for the worse. If she accidentally spilled her drink or dropped even a crumb he would lash out at her. Then she started understanding why her mother ran away with her father at the age of seventeen.

As she got older she got to know how to stay out of his way when he was sober, but when he was drunk there was no avoiding him. By the time she was seventeen she was sneaking out of the house on weekly biases just to get away from him. She thought over the years that her friends, Elena, Caroline and Bonnie would have figured out what was happening to her at home, but they never did. She became too good at hiding it and brushing off the bruises and cuts as her being clumsy. So they never asked more and she never told. She put on a good face and acted like every other sporty teen age girl looking forward to getting into college on a scholarship. She dreamed of the day she could leave Mystic Falls in her rear view and never look back.

Chapter 1

Katie Finnegan sat at the dimly lit roll top desk, in her bedroom writing in a spiral notebook that had the word journal written on the front cover in black ink. Her auburn waves, tamed with just the right amount of styling product, hung around her face and she tucked one tendril behind her ear then pushed her glasses up her nose and continued writing. "Today was the second day of school. Summer is officially over, no more avoiding my friends as much as possible. I saw Caroline and Bonnie at cheer camp, but Elena didn’t make it this year. So it's back to the real world. And the real world has given us high school girls some new eye candy. His name is Stefan and he already has eyes only for Elena. Although, it seems like Caroline is going to give her a run for her money. She's already practically stalking the guy. I'm supposed to be getting ready to go to the stupid back to school bonfire tonight, but I don't really want to go. Why would I? It's just going to be a bunch of people getting drunk and hooking up and that will just remind me that no one wants to be with me. I'm invisible. Sometimes I think I'm just a ghost that only my friends can see and sometimes even they don't see me. I'm not looking forward to sneaking out tonight. Last time I got caught Grandpa nearly beat me to death. But I have to go tonight otherwise I will never hear the end of it from Caroline in the morning. So I’ll talk to you later, Journal."

Katie tucked the pen inside, closed the book and pushed it away from her. With a sigh she pulled on a pair of dark wash distressed jeans, a black ac dc tank top and her favorite black leather jacket that she'd found for a good price at the local resale shop. She finished the look off with red converse and touch of tastefully smudged eyeliner.

With tentative steps she pushed open her bedroom window and eased herself out onto the roof. After glancing over the edge to make sure her grandpa wasn't waiting for her at the bottom like the last time, she started climbing down the surprisingly strong rose trellis. Now that she was safely out of the house she put her car into neutral and pushed it a few blocks away then started it and headed to the party.

The party was what she expected it to be and after drinking a few cups of beer and having a few laughs with Bonnie, she decided to stop, otherwise she wouldn't be able to climb back up to her room. She was tossing her empty cup into the trash when she spotted Stefan, who had taken up most of Elena's time, near the treeline watching her talk to her ex boyfriend Matt. Excusing herself from Bonnie who was telling her how she saw a crow when she touched Elena's hand she headed over to Stefan. "Hey." She greeted him with a small smile that he returned with his own greeting as if he didn't want to talk to her. "Don't worry unlike every other girl at this party I'm not going to throw myself at you." She laughed as she moved to stand a few feet beside him, making Stefan surprisingly give her a laugh and a genuine smile. "I just wanted to introduce myself. I'm Katie, Elena's friend." She informed him. "I saw you over here looking all jealous and I figured I'd let you know that you don't need to be."

"Yeah, why's that?" He asked turning toward her without moving his feet as he stuffed his hands in his pockets.

"I know it's not my place to say and I'm sticking my nose where it doesn't belong, but...she's over Matt. Has been for a long time now. She just couldn't make herself hurt him." She answered. "She's sweet like that."

"Well, you're..."

"Weird." She finished since it seemed like he was looking for the right word to describe her.

"I was going to say forward, but weird works." He laughed. "You know, you're the first girl that hasn't tried to hit on me since I got to this school. It's kinda refreshing, but I don't get it." He looked at her with pursed lips and puzzled eyes. "Why are you trying to help me get the girl?" Stefan asked.

"Because I’m weird.” Katie answered as if she were trying to sound mysterious then laughed. “Na, it’s really because I knew I didn't stand a chance." She answered as she dropped her eyes to the ground then got quiet for a second. "And also because she's one of my best friends and she's had a hard year. She could use a little happiness."

"How do you know I'll make her happy?" He asked with a tight lipped smile.

Katie glanced up at where Matt and Elena had been to see that Matt was gone and Elena was looking at the two of them. "Because," she started then turned to look at Stefan across her shoulder, "now she's the one looking jealous."

She was pretty sure that once Stefan looked at Elena he forgot all about her. So she went back to the party, meeting Bonnie at the top of the small hill. "Hey, where you goin'?" Bonnie asked when Katie walked past her.

"The grill. I need coffee if I'm going to sober up enough to get home before Grandpa leaves for work and realizes my car isn't there." She replied and kept walking.

"Okay, we’ll meet you there later." Bonnie called after her and Katie waved over her shoulder letting her friend know she heard her.

After getting a hot coffee Katie chose a table outside and pulled the book they had been assigned for English out of her bag. She was half way through the assigned chapters when sirens started blaring and cop cars sped past the grill toward the party. After they passed out of sight her phone vibrated and she looked at the screen to see a text from Bonnie that said, "Vicki was attacked by an animal."

She didn't have enough minutes left on her phone to text Bonnie back, so she called her since it was free. "Hey, what do you mean she was attacked by an animal? Is everyone okay?"

"I don't know, Elena and Jeremy found her in the woods with some kind of bite on her neck. No one else seems to be hurt, but they’re putting Vicki in an ambulance right now." Bonnie answered, sounding worried and tense.

"Oh my god, do I need to come back?" Katie pressed her fingertips to her lips not knowing what else she could say.

"No, me and Caroline are about to head your way. We’re gonna sober up while we wait for news." Bonnie told her.

"Okay, just...stay safe okay?" She got a positive answer from Bonnie then hung up the phone. Not being able to read anymore she tucked the book into her bag and focused on sipping the still hot coffee. Ten minutes later Bonnie pulled up and parked in front of the grill. They got a table inside and the other two girls ordered coffee.

"Why didn't he go for me?" Caroline asked sounding whinier than usual, clearly talking about Stefan. "How come the guys that I want never want me?"

"I'm not gonna touch that one." Bonnie answered.

Caroline looked to Katie for answers. "Yeah, I'm not answering that either."

"I'm inappropriate. I always say the wrong thing..." She started listing off the things wrong with herself. Katie pulled a I'm gonna keep my mouth shut look and took a sip of lukewarm coffee. "And Elena always says the right thing. God, she doesn't even try and he just picks her. She's the one that everyone picks for everything. I try... SO hard and I'm never the one."

"It's not a competition." Bonnie said, looking at Katie for back up.

"Sorry, Bon, but sometimes it kinda feels like one." Katie said with a shrug.

"See." Caroline said with a motion to Katie. "Thank you."

After things calmed down and Caroline sobered up a little, Bonnie left the table to go pay the bill. Katie looked up from her empty cup and noticed Caroline smiling at someone and followed her gaze to a dark haired, ice blue eyed, gorgeous guy who was smiling back at her. "Looks like you found someone to like you back." Katie told Caroline with a grunt as she slid out of the chair and grabbed her bag. "Tell Bonnie I said good night."

"I will." Caroline replied not breaking eye contact with the guy. Katie just rolled her eyes and walked away.

She managed to sneak successfully back into her room and sat down at her desk, pulling her journal out and flipping to a fresh page. "Well the party was as I predicted it would be, except Vicki Donovan got attacked by some kind of animal. I wasn't there to see it, but it was apparently pretty bad. After the party Caroline, Bonnie and I met up at the grill to sober up. I got to listen to Caroline complain about how she never gets the guy and Elena gets everything. Of course right after this conversation she catches some super hot, blue eyed guy’s attention. Like, I can't stress enough how hot this guy was. The contrast of his dark hair and ice blue eyes was enough to make a girl's heart melt, not to mention the cute smirk he was giving Caroline. I hate to sound like Caroline, but why don't guys ever look at me? I mean I may not be crazy beautiful like Elena, Bonnie and Caroline, but I don't think I'm ugly either. Maybe that's why, because no one notices the average girl. And that's exactly how I would categorize myself. Whatever, who needs a guy anyway? All they bring is trouble. I need sleep. Ttyl Journal."

[dumbladores]

You - Teaser

Summary:  Your brother and a girl with whom you’ve become friends with by sharing a home, are your flatmates. But since there was a room left, another person had joined in, and not just anyone, but the very Antoine Griezmann himself, who has decided to go back to university and check out the life he had missed while having a career. I intend to develop your relationship rather slowly (but not too slowly, don't be scared). I intend to have at least one little teasing per chapter, how many chapters there will be, I don't know, depends on your demand and how it develops on its own :)

I'll be posting one chapter at least every two weeks. Make sure you check out my Patreon, where you'll have access to more much sooner. I’m dedicating this to @xratedffbarbiex, who inspired that sudden urge to write, so please make sure to check out her Antoine-series as well.

English isn't my first language, so please have mercy with me.

Besides, I'm always happy about propositions or inspiration, so don't hesitate to contact me.

Cheers, guys, to the great community, we've got here!

Warnings: not yet

Part: 1/ ? Part 2 follows next week on my Patreon

Word count: 1756

One

Your brother and a girl with whom you’ve become friends with by sharing a home, were your flatmates. But since there was a room left, another person had joined in, and not just anyone, but the very Antoine Griezmann himself. Footballplayer since he was little, he had to give up his career due to an injury on his left knee. Since he had no family to look after, he had decided to go back to university, doing a little catching up on the life he had missed, as he had been a professional since a very young age.

You had been away when he was to have the “flat interview”, so you didn’t have any saying in the decision, it was anyway a two against one vote, since the others were absolutely enthusiastic about him. Of what you gathered from their statements, it was merely because it was, well, him. But they said he was nice, too. You rolled your eyes at that sentence. It was obvious the two had been taken by either his charm or his indeed very inviting physical features. Nevertheless the three of you made a pact to make every effort you could to make his life in (name of town) as normal as it could be and to trying to include him in as many common student activities there were. 

You often had friends over. Cynthia and you already knew a bunch of people since it was your third semester, and (name of your brother) also quickly took part in that circle of friends. 

It had been weeks since he moved in and yet it seemed he didn’t settle in easily. In videos you had seen of him, he seemed so playfully and easy to get along. But here he behaved rather shyly. He kept mostly to himself during the daytime, locking himself in his room. You only saw him once in a while in the kitchen and in the living room, where he watched football or basketball on a big flat screen he had bought to share with his flatmates, which made a big impression to the other two, but not so much on you. You weren’t to be bought so simply, especially not by someone who wasn’t paying much attention to other stuff you cared more about - for example looking someone in the eyes.

Of course, you had made a big deal out of that fact. You kept saying to Cynthia, what a prick you thought he was and how cocky he behaved. She just rolled her eyes and sayd you should give him some time.

In fact, your pride was a little tiny part of it. You couldn’t bare the thought he didn’t notice you, didn’t show interest in you. But you never in a thousand years would admit it. So you eagerly researched. You researched everthing about him. Where he was brought up, in which clubs he had played, you even watched interviews with him. He was Frances’ darling. Grizou, as they called him. A symbol, an idol for the country, who didn’t even trust in him when he had started his career. No club had wanted him, so he had to move to Spain when he was 14 years old. You couldn’t believe it. It sounded like he had a whole life behind him, now being only 29, he had experienced more than any other normal person at this age, And yet he hadn’t, as he was willing to go back to university to learn, what he had missed when he was out in this cruel world, that loves you at one moment and rejects you at the other. You watched some interviews with him. In most, in fact, he didn’t look the interviewer in the eyes. Most of them were filmed after a match, so you supposed, you couldn’t demand much of a player that just had run for one and a half hours. You certainly wouldn’t be able anymore to utter anything. In fact, you most certainly would be dead. But no, in other situations it was just the same. Also what he was saying didn’t have any profoundness or depth. Angrily you let go, coming to the conclusion there was nothing interesting in this guy, and particulary nothing interesting for you.

Weeks passed. He had invited your brother to play FIFA on his XBOX in his room, but never talked to you or Cynthia more than necessary. You hadn’t exchanged 10 sentences by the end of one month, and after a while you gave it up. He had a few pals from his classes that came over once in a while, and he even came home very late twice, so you guessed he took part in student social life by his own, being to partys and stuff, probably having made other interesting acquintances. You hadn’t made any effort to get him to notice you in any way, but you just stopped caring.

That’s why you missed that he indeed looked at you one or two times in the kitchen. That he started to look at you when you talked to Cynthia or your brother or other friends you had invited over. In fact, there were many movie nights you hosted since you had this big flat TV and other students couldn’t even afford a proper fridge. Antoine started to laugh at your jokes or when you were doing something silly to amuse the people. He, indeed, started watching you intensely. More intensely than the others.

You only came to notice his stare in exactly that moment you were telling a story a group of people in the kitchen at a movie night. You were preparing popcorn in the microwave and you just made a joke about how you had thought as a kid that popcorn didn’t have anything to do with actual corn and that you had made the discovery only recently, and it had been as if you had entered a whole new dimension in the matrix. You noticed his stare, Antoine was casually leaning at the kitchen counter, one hand in his sweatpants, the other on the beer bottle. Your  face instantly turned red, at least that was what you felt - your cheeks caught fire and there was nothing you could do about it. You tried to finish your point and rushed down the story, leaving the rest of the group a little confused by that abrupt ending.

While the others moved to the living room with the popcorn, you poured yourself a large glass of wine and took a deep sip. You had almost made a fool of yourself, just because this handsome and cocky footballplayer had watched you. You had to be more careful with your thoughts. Didn’t you use to say you had standarts? But did your guts have standarts? You knew, your mind wanted someone smart and classy and interesting. So why did your stomach drop like several floors down at the sight of his stare?

“So we’re here drinking on our own, are we?”

You shrinked at the smooth voice behind you and quickly turned, just to see that it belonged to the guy you were thinking of a second ago. As if he knew he had caught you thinking of him, you blushed again.

“Just making sure the wine’s okay”, you managed to answer and, in a manner you thought to be both ironic and casual, you took another sip from your glass.

“Hmm, may I?”, Griezmann said and reached out for your glass. He took a sip, pointed his lips in an hilarious way and swallowed. “Oh, not bad. Not bad at all. I presume it is dated by the time of Louis XIV himself, for it makes the sun shine on your face.”

You snorted with laughter. “Is this a quote from Shakespeare or something or did you just come up with that yourself?”

With a smirk on his perfect face, he handed you back your glass. “Which possibility would make you think higher of me? Probably the quote, as you’re constantly reading. And what’s your subject again? Philosophy?”

“It is”, you admitted. “But I embrace far more an original new thought, because it’s proof of creativity and independance of thought.”

“Really? I thought you dind’t like new things?”

You blinked. “How come you think that lowly of me?”, you asked and took another nervous sip out of your glass, while you intended it to look casually. He couldn’t be implying your aversion against the new TV or even himself? He couldn’t be that observing, could he? Or was it you that were so blind?

He grinned and watched you thoroughly. “I’m sorry. Maybe I drew the wrong conclusion.”

Now you were angry. Stupid boy, thought he could mock you, while in fact he was the ridicule.

“Maybe I’m just taking my time to judge”, you snapped. “And allowing myself to exclude new things from my life, if I regard them as being intrusive and un...conductive.” Without looking at him you walked past him into the living room, where the movie was already on. You squeezed yourself on the sofa next to Cynthia and tried to look at Orson Welles in “The third man”.

So it hadn’t just been you thinking low of Griezmann. It was him thinking low of you. And if he was thinking low of you, and you thinking low of him, that in fact made you a lot lower than him. A correct philosophical conclusion. 100 percent on that test, you congratulated yourself. But logic wasn’t helpful in that moment.

You looked at the entrance to the kitchen, where Griezmann stood leaning against the door frame, his eyes on the screen.

[emoshishi]

Bibingka // A Short Story About Celebrating Christmas

Quite Unedited

Word Count: I don't know how to copy everything since it would only let me copy one paragraph and I'm too lazy copy and pasting every thing so I could see the word count so....

a/n: this was supposed to be my entry in the creative writing contest our school held weeks ago before we had our sembreak. i haven't got the chance to join because i was too hesitant and a shy bitch. i wrote this originally in Filipino language and in my wattpad account. this is too late to post since christmas was days ago, but oh well. i hope you enjoy this piece of shit lmao.

Some other notes to take:

Lola - A Filipino word which means "Grandma" in English

Pancit - A Filipino dish

Bibingka is a rice cake that came from Indonesia and Philippines

Apo - A Filipino word which means "Grandchild" in English

Ate - Pronounced as 'a-te', a Filipino word which means "Sister" in English. Ate is like "Eonnie" and "Noona" in Korean language. The difference is anyone can use it, to address older women, usually your older sister.

Noche Buena - Filipino Christmas Eve. When it's December 24, and the clock strikes to 12, it means that it's automatically December 25, families celebrate it with having a feast. We also open presents at that time.

Simbang Gabi - Night Mass or Night Worship in English.

The soft sounds of a Christmas song coming from the radio can be heard through the whole living room. While I was arranging the table, Lola Ising come out from the kitchen with a pot of pancit.

With a wide smile plastered on her face, she walked towards me and helped me set up the table.

"Merry Christmas, apo."

I returned her smile and greetings. My grandma's attitude isn't so unusual at all. She's always so lively and energetic despite her age. There's not a time that you will see her angelic smile turn into a frown.

"I wasn't able to see bibingka at any store earlier. I'm sorry if I was unable to buy one." She apologized.

With a soft laugh, I insisted her that it's fine.

She didn't answer me and just smiled again before returning to the kitchen while I continued to work with the table and dishes. These are already enough for us three-- my grandma and I, and my younger sibling, Pao.

My mom passed away several years ago. My father, an ofw, works abroad just to send us money every month. He left a week after my mother was buried. Since then, I didn't see him anymore.

In all honesty, I never felt any rage at him when he left. I was actually sad at first, but I know that he was doing it for my sibling and I. I know that my mother's death caused him so much pain, and I knew he needed time for himself. I understood that, and I am hoping that Pao would, too.

My thoughts were interrupted when grandma placed her hand on my shoulder, asking me to fetch my brother upstairs.

Like what she said, I called Pao and told him we're going to eat. The clock's hands were pointing at 12 A.M. already, signalling that it's already Noche Buena. He cheered gleefully and as we go down, he quickly run towards Lola Ising, and he was enveloped with her comforting arms.

They spend more time together, if I'm going to be honest. Pao was unable to feel my mother's love and care. She died even before she can see and hold him.

That's why I can see why grandma and him click so much. He was taken care of by my grandma that he never even felt once with my mother. It's a pity that they never saw. each other

I catched up with them and prayed before we eat.

Like what I said, our food is only enough for us three. We are scared that the food might turn into waste if we had leftovers. Other than that, we want to make the feast simple.

While eating, my eyes went to observe what's happening outside. The street was almost empty and I couldn't see anyone passing by. From my position, I could see people in their respective houses.

It's sad that having people around is very impossible to do in celebrating the holiday. However, no one wanted this to happen in the first place. All I wish for is for the pandemic to stop.

We finished eating few moments later and cleaned up the table. I was about to wash the dishes but my grandma insisted that she can do it and that I should spend my time with my brother. I couldn't do anything, knowing that she wouldn't let me help her even if I ask too many times, so I followed what she asked me to do.

I went in the balcony and took a seat beside Pao. There, we sat in silence, until he rushed to go inside. I watched him stumble in the stairs a bit and I laughed at his clumsiness. When he go down, I saw him holding a something that is wrapped with a Christmas-themed gift wrapper.

With amusement, I asked him. "What's this?",

He became silent. I frowned and stare at the gift he lend to me. From the way it was wrapped, I can tell that the object was in a square shape. I couldn't exactly tell what it is, since it could be anything.

I ripped the wrapper slowly, making sure that I was careful enough not to rip it entirely because it can still be used for next year. My eyes widened when I saw the familiar album cover of one of my favorite band's album.

"I would notice you stare at it for too long every time we would stop by at the local music store. I figured that it would be a perfect gift for you this Christmas, so I would keep my extra money and save it to buy that."

I smiled so wide that my lips could rip apart, but I was very happy. I wasn't expecting him to buy me one, knowing that he would always gushed something about a toy. It's embarrassing that I didn't even bought a gift.

I pulled him in a very tight hug as tears brimmed my eyes. "Thank you, sweetheart. I'm sorry that I didn't even bought something for you."

He pats my back as he pulled back and I held back my tears that were threatening to fall. "You're the best gift I could ever ask for, ate."

With that, I began to cry. He reached over and wiped away the tears for me. I feel like dying just by letting my brother seeing me cry, thinking that he would think of me as weak. But now, that doesn't really matter.

We just sat there as I calm myself. Once I finally stopped crying, he stood up and gave me one last hug as he scolded me. "I'll go to sleep now. You too, hm? Don't sleep to late!"

I laughed at him and simply nodded.

With my mask on and a sanitizer on my hand, I walked in the street, trying to breathe fresh air. I carefully observed everything as I walk. The streets that were used to be filled up with little kids running and playing around as the night passes by every Christmas eve now are so empty and sad. Families that would host little games and give away presents and monies were now locked up inside their houses. People who would stay up until morning just to talk to their loved ones, drink with their friends and family, are now fast asleep. It feels like the spirit of Christmas isn't there anymore. But what did really change in all these years? Is it the people? Or Christmas itself?

Without noticing, I was already in front of the church. Only few attended the mass because of the virus' threat, and they were already going outside. I could hear them chatter, but the noise died down immediately. Some looks gloomy, while some stayed cheerful. I guess celebrating this occasion really depends on people's perspective. Some may think that it's not fun, some may think that it still is, but I guess that's fine. Besides, we can't really blame people about how they feel.

I decided to stand still there and look at the church. I was just watching the light decorations flicker into different colors. Erasing my negative thoughts, I decided to smile. Regardless of the uncertainty of it being fake or real, I pulled of one. I closed my eyes and breathe deeply,

Everything will be okay, it will be.

Once I opened my eyes, I immediately heard someone calling my name. I looked around and saw a man. Despite of having a mask on his face, I recognize his features, knowing who's behind it. Waving at me, he slowly showed me a plastic bag, mouthing "Bibingka?"-----

It was my dad.

[slepnusha]

Meetings in Chernobyl, part II

It seems to me that I’m back to Chernobyl fandom. Thanks to wonderful @johnlockismyreligion ​ and “Take me home”, that I have already read two times (I only don’t understand why I decided to read it when fic was finished... I’m soooo slow) Sooooo, I promised to all of you, and especially @elenatria​ and @litttlesilkworm post about Alla Pugacheva concert in Chernobyl. Hope you really enjoy it, maybe someone even wants to write a songfic!

In the middle of summer, 1986 to Chernobyl Nikolai Ryzhkov (Chairman of the Council of Ministers) and Victor Chebrikov (yeah, it's our Charkov) arrived for inspection in Chernobyl. They asked liquidators, if they need something, like products or any other requests. Many people wanted to "oranges, alcohol and Alla Pugacheva". Chebrikov promised to organize the concert.

Pugacheva remembers when she got a call from KGB she was a little scared, though could find a witty answer to an invitation to Chernobyl:

"Didn't you find another option to destroy me?"

Of course, she agreed to go, but didn't make someone from her team to go with her, it was absolutely on free will. Many of her close friends and colleagues refused to go, they were really afraid of radiation. Still, her then-boyfriend (and also novice singer) Vladimir Kuzmin joined Alla.

(Alla Pugacheva - in the center, with a ribbon on head, Vladimir Kuzmin - second from the right)

The concert was on 8 September 1986 near Zelenyy Mys, in the field. Special scene was build, though it was open space, where could accommodate about 7000 viewers. Those who couldn't find a seating place, watched the concert from the roof of the scene, from cranes, trucks, excavators.

The concert was filmed, but only one hour was on air, though Alla performed about three hours. Many parts of the performance were cut. For example, at the beginning of the concert she told to the liquidators:

"I understand, all of this is hard for you, you are risking your life, your health… I don't want you to think about it right now. Have a rest and a take a break!'' – these words were cut, because reminding about risks was forbidden. Also, Alla performed a song “Delu vremya” (words from phraseologism that can be translated in English like “Business before pleasure”). There is a phrase in the song: “hey, you are up there!” While performing, Alla pointed to those who were watching the concert from the roof. Still, authorities thought it was allusion to the government. Nevertheless, Alla insisted that this song was in TV-version.

Thankfully, very touching part, when Alla invites one from the liquidators for dance, was in the TV-version, though authorities didn't like this gesture and scolded her for inappropriate behavior.

In order to show Alla all of the appreciation to her, that she went to Chernobyl, and to «take her in the liquidator family» at the end of the concert then director of Chernobyl power plant Eric Pozdyshev (in Wiki I read that he was the director after the accident till 1987. If I'm wrong, hope someone correct me)` gave to Alla a liquidators suit and some kind of diploma – "for valiant and selfless work in the liquidation of the Chernobyl accident". Instead of words of gratitude, she told a well-known to us phrase:

"Serve the Soviet Union!"

I don't know exactly which and how many songs  were in the whole three-hours concert, but from TV-version I would like to highlight three of them – «Dve zvezdy» (Two Stars), «Belye Cvety» (White Flowers) and «Million Alyh Roz» (A Million of Red Roses)

Alla performed "Two Stars" for the first time with Vladimir Kuzmin during the Chernobyl concert. As I think, this song fits very well with Valoris, because it is about two souls (stars), who were fallen into the morning garden and couldn't back to heaven. I interpret as Boris and Valery couldn't back to normal life after Chernobyl. Other words from the song, two voices in the silence like voices of Valery and Boris, only true voices between all of the lies about Chernobyl. And, the saddest words from the song, about stars that couldn't reborn and should be burned down until falling to the ground. Just like Boris and Valery, who will die soon, "burn down" from the radiation. Two Stars is very popular now in Russia and usually performed at weddings. 

"White Flowers" is veeeeery sad song (for this reason not so popular) about the parting. For me, it is also about Valoris, about the period after the court. "I have no regrets, I'm not expecting you back, I'll take the path to the garden with silver sand" – like Valery expresses his feelings after the court, understands, that he will never see Boris again "These white flowers I'll put it by the window, And then you will forget that I'm all alone. You will forget and go away; it will rain after you, You will not come to stay to cheer me up" – also Valery's doubts and fears after the court, that Boris will forget him and doesn’t want to see him at all.

"A Million of Red Roses" is not so symbolic. Still it is also a sad story of love. A painter sold all of his properties in order to impress an actress with a million red roses. Unfortunately, they have only one evening, then she left and he lived all his life alone. It is one of the most popular Alla's songs all over the world, as I know. During the concert, liquidators sang it together with Alla.

After the concert for Alla was made special reception with local authorities (I don't know if among them were Valery and Boris… maybe yes?), when she was offered something like cocktail (one third of pomegranate juice and two thirds of pure alcohol). Rumor has it, she decided to drink only pure alcohol.

Some time after the concert, Alla lost her voice for several months and got thyroid disease. Now, she regrets a little that went to Chernobyl, because this trip affected her health very badly. Also, as she told, she didn't know the whole truth about the danger of radiation, because authorities before the trip even promised to her that she wouldn't be in the affected area. Only on her way to Chernobyl on the train she understood that all over there was affected area.

TV-version of the concert

[unrhymed-poetry]

One week story

So, yesterday (March 28) I've decided to uninstall my IG and Twitter and deactivated my FB so that I could focus on the whole week (March 28,2021 - April 4,2021). This is how it goesssss...

MONDAY

Today is also the start of ECQ 2.0. we had a curfew at 6PM. I am overjoyed when I heard about the curfew because that means we can go home early. But guess what? I got home at 6:30 because customers suddenly rush at our store before 6. And then we have to eat dinner. Since I'm writing tonight, no one catch us lol. But tonight it is so peaceful and quiet! I am done with my devo then I excercised and took a bath. And then while writing, I just finished writing news in Korean and going to translate it, when something comes to my mind. This aha moment came when I want to listen to IU's songs, but girllll! Her voice is too high and I can't sing her song, LOL. I have to listen and read the lyrics so that I can practice my speech. Then I realized, why don't I listen to Korean worship songs?! I opened my Spotify and saw that SuJu (I'm a fan hahah) has a worship song!!! And I got across to this Psalm 23 song (last week I memorized the chapter so I thought I could record because I know what it says). I have to remind myself that I am a kindergarten at this moment while learning Korean hehe.

This is how peaceful the night is, but before 8, power was interrupted, but thankfully it came back after 20 minutes.

TUESDAY

Day 2 naaaa. Okay magtatagalog na lang ako, sumasakit na rin ulo ko mag-English hahahah.

Okay, tonight is SOL day. And your ate is late na naman pero they are still waiting, unlike naman sa 20-25mins. na late every Tuesday. Salamat curfew, nakasali pa ako sa pa-games. What I learned tonight is that thankful ako kay Lord sa life ng mga leaders ko. Sa patience na ibinigay nila sa akin so that I can grow sa faith ko kay Lord.

Just to share what am I reading now

Super big help sa akin nito. Ang dami kong natutunan.

After the training, I exercised and drank tea. Yes, drinking tea is an achievement everyday. I bought that last year pero hindi ko pa rin nauubos! Grabe tapos may Twinnings pa ako na lasang sampaguita. Gusto ko na silang maubos para makabalik na ako sa Lipton huhu. Ayun na nga, tonight kasi a friend messaged me sa viber, she shared some post about dreams na nawala. So, while taking a bath, bigla kong naisip na, bakit jindi kami mag-Bible study?!! I need that also, and she needs it. I opened to her this idea. And while typing this, nag-uusap na kami sa time kung kelan namin gagawin 'yun. Yehey!

Anywaysssss, that's it. 10PM na at hindi pa ako nakakapag-aral hahaha. Kaya paaalam na muna. Bukas namannn mga beshy.

P.S. nagdisconnect ako sa socmed pero dito ko naman nilipat distraction ko hahahah.

WEDNESDAY

My spirit is well fed today, that's why I'm just going to share my learning today.

On our morning prayer, God reminded me that He never wastes season. All of what's happening in my life are part of His plan. And ngayon ko na lang din narerealize yun, even my bad decisions He made it for my good.

Nanuod ako ng vlog ni ToniG kanina. I am super inspired sa faith ng girl na'to. Sabi nga ni Toni na nagcocomplain tayo sa little thing in our life pero may ibang tao na matindi ang battles na pinagdadaanan.

Day 28. This book was actually given to me by my friend/officemate. Alam ko nabasa ko na 'to pero ngayon ko lang siya naintindihan. Maybe that time wala talaga yung heart ko to seek God. But I was reminded that OK lang na slowly (but strongly) yung pag-journey ko sa life. Dagdagan pa ng Bible reading ko in the book of John

Grabe naman yung YOU WILL HAVE TO SUFFER. Normal naman pala sa life yun. Pero may PERO! But cheer up! daw because Jesus defeated the world. Thank you Lord for the assurance! We need this today sa gitna ng chaos ng mundo.

Lastly, on my devo another translation said sa Ecc. 10:10 'If the iron is blunt, and one does not sharpen the edge, he must use more strength, but wisdom helps one to succeed."

I was reminded na hindi ko lang dapat laging gamitin yung strength ko but ALWAYS seek wisdom from God. Kailangang ko ring galingan sa lahat ng ginagawa ko, and I must value the time that God has given me.

Lastly na talagaaaa hahahah. Napag-alaman ko na may karibal pala ako kay Bogummy 😭 hahahaha. Kidding aside, I'm so happy meeting new people despite the pandemic. And greatest thing I learned today is that kaya siguro I'm on 'spiritual high' ( yung tipong I'm happy and filled with God's word at this time) kasi God wants to use me para sa mga kaibigan ko who are losing hope.

Hay Lord, feel me with Your wisdom and continually to speak to me.

파이팅!

THURSDAY

April 1. How I wish at the end of the day may magsasabi ng joke lang ang lahat. Coming home last night, I excercised agad, then I read Day 29 sa book na binabasa ko, and 2 chapters in the book of John.

Supposedly after that I'll do my personal devo. But before, nag-set pa ko ng to-list for today because our store is closed.

So my to-do list is consists of attending morning prayer, reviewing Korean and memorizing words, and playing my Kalimba. Last night, I'm planning to write some lessons rin. Didn't update here the same day (since I'm writing this on a Friday morning) because something happened.

So back before I'm going to do my devo, I checked my messenger/viber and mydays of my friends. Then I saw nga yung myday ng one of my ates in church. I PM'd her, ate ano ibig sabihin nun? Because she said "You will be miss." Although sa totoo lang alam ko na yung ibig sabihin nun but I have this in denial stage pa na, hindi ko maintindihan pero naiintindihan ko, that kind of thing. I activated my FB just to confirm, and even called her. And yes, it is really true.

Last Saturday, just want to remind myself na, Hebrews 12 kept on popping in my minds. It's says there na therefore we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses.... Naisip ko lang siya nun because of the people around me na, oo nga Lord, I look up to them also kasi nakikita how You worked and still working in their life, and because of their faith to You mas nag-hohope din ako at mas lumalakas. Then I remembered a friend dear to who passed away early, na still one of the heartbreaks ko, I still remember that I dreamed of her the night before she died and waking up from the text messages na wala na siya. Of course I'm sad, but looking at her life and seeing her faith to God despite she's been gone through in life na masasabi ko na, she's one of the great clouds of witnesses in my life pala.

Last night, though nung pandemic ko lang nakita si kuya pero kapag sa time nakikita ko siya sa CO natutuwa yung heart ko sa relationship ng bawat isa. Even yung mga kulit moments nila. I can't imagine the grief of those people that are close to him. Na kung ako nga affected, pano pa sila? And, as I mention earlier, I activated my FB and upon scrolling a former officemate just passed away rin, I was shocked, that time nagsi-sink sa akin na Lord hindi ko alam talaga what will happen to me, kung kelan Niyo ba ako kukunin?

What I said to Lee last night (we've talked for 4hrs, 3:30AM na ako natulog) na gusto ko kapag ako namatay masasabi niyo na, "Ay yan si Bevz nagawa niya yung purpose niya dito" and they would be comforted to the fact na I'm with God, and I'm home.

FRIDAY

Since 3:30 na ako nakatulog kagabi, I still set an alarm na 5:30 to attend MP. Napatay ko pala yung alarm ko and bigla na lang akong nagising ng quarter to 5. Mag-M-MP nga pala ako. Patapos na rin 'yung word nung naka-join ako. After prayer, Bishop spoke.haaaayyyy 😭😭😭😭😭😢💔💔💔💔💔💔💔. (No words)