#after the concert they go get pizza bet

[devil-doll13]

omg

Cylas and Max moodboard? 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

just in general, or maybe at the concert? I think both concert but also just fandom chatting vibes are cool.

they're just so 🥺❤️

This was a good opportunity to repurpose some pics I ended up not using for my first moodboard for Cylas! I hope you like it, I did both the concert and internet chatting themes that you asked for as well as general aesthetics for both of them.

(Cylas belongs to @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better and Max belongs to me)

[jakef3ver]

Nishimura Riki | NDA

☁︎︎ Idol!riki x fan!reader | fem!reader

↯ fluff, crack maybe suggestive a little more into the fic, use of social media (instagram, twt), reader is just a regular girl going to school and stuff

⚠︎︎ will contain mentions of alcohol consume later

-Love at first sight?-

“I swear to god Alija“

”Imagine you just want to work in peace and suddenly out of nowhere Jake and Ni-ki from fucking enhypen walk in and order a coffee from you” you say before taking another bite from the pizza Alija made for the both of you.

Alija giggles, “I would’ve freaked out honestly” she says.

“I DID freak out and you know it, but I had to keep it together somehow, you know”

“nah that’s true” she says between chewing her last bite.

“Like, I knew they’d be here in this area because of the concert” you start.

“but I would’ve never imagined that they come to our fucking workplace for coffee” you finish dramatically and slap your hands on your face.

“and the worst thing is” you exclaim and stand up abruptly “rikis hand touched mine”

“WHILE HE SMILED AT ME ALIJA”

Alija bursts out into laughter.

“I swear I fell in love even more” you sigh.

“I bet he’ll recognize you at the concert” she says as the supportive-equally-delusional best friend she is.

“He absolutely won’t” you answer

“Hyung do you remember the girl from the cafe this morning?” Ni-ki asks Jake, as they sit in Jakes hotel room and scroll through their phones.

Jake looks up from his phone and smirks.

“Yes of course”

Riki also looks up from his phone and sighs.

“I can't get her out of my head” he says and runs his free hand through his hair.

“I really wanna see her again, do you think she'll be at the concert?” he asks.

“I don't know, could be possible, she seemed a little nervous when we ordered” Jake chuckles.

“Can we go back tomorrow before the rehearsals?” Riki asks and looks at Jake, hoping he'll go back with him.

“yea I think that should fit” Jake answers him, still smirking.

“Why do you look at me like that?” Riki asks jokingly offended and throws his hands in the air.

Then suddenly he hears his phone go off.



After looking at his phone, Riki looks up to Jake who’s now holding in a laugh.

“I am really not” he whines “I- I just think she’s pretty you know”

Jake shakes his head and starts typing again.

After sending his last message, he walks over to Jake and jokingly threatens to kick him “I genuinely hate you” he says and lets himself fall onto the hotel bed.

“oh come on, there’s nothing bad about this”

Jake declares “Just give her your number tomorrow if you're so down bad already” he continues and shrugs his shoulders.

“No I cannot do that, what if it gets leaked or some shit like that” Riki groans while staring at the ceiling.

“True” Jake starts to speak while sitting down beside him, “but honestly, I guess it's a take it or it's probably gone forever kind of situation” he finishes his sentence.

“But isn't that problematic? What if she's a fan for real? Isn't that even-” Riki replies but get's cut off by Jake “fuck this problematic whatever stuff” he calls out “Nda's exist you know” he adds.

Riki hums.

“Just try and see where it goes, huh” he begins again. “Not everything has to ‘end’ negatively”

Riki nods and sits up. “I guess, yea” he answers while standing up.

“Then tomorrow 11 AM down in the lobby?” he asks before turning to leave the room.

“Sure, see you” he answers “and think about it” Jake exclaims before Riki leaves the hotel room, to go into his own.

His thoughts now running wild.

Should I do it and take the risk?

Would she even be interested?

What if it works out?

What if I'm in love for real?

Wait, does love at first sight exist?

He shakes his head, and rummages through his suitcase searching for the pajamas he packed, before changing and getting ready for bed.

But, he couldn't really sleep.

He turns from the left side, to the right side.

From his back to his stomach.

And again, from left to right.

From back to stomach.

But he couldn't get her out of his head.

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tags: @chaevibes @yangjungwonnie @minskzy @d-dilemma @microwvdstrawb3rri3s @ssiiwave @deadpool15

[elisela]

happy un-iversary nurseydex au, fluff, established relationship. for @missanniewhimsy

Will is not the flowers, chocolate, and wine celebration person. His eighth grade girlfriend had broken up with him tearfully after he laughed when she wished him a happy one month anniversary, his first boyfriend hadn’t even made it to a year. He thinks he got concert tickets that year for Jason’s birthday but his memory is fuzzy; whatever it was, it wasn’t something he had put a lot of thought into. That’s not to say he’s not sentimental in other ways—he still carries the torn piece of paper with Chowder’s barely legible IOU HALF OF ONE MEDIUM PIZZA AND 2 CHEAP BEERS JESUS FUCKING CHRIST YOU PETTY LOSER scrawled on it from their first month of college just because it makes him smile, snaps photos of flowers growing through concrete cracks to text because Jack once told him—while drunk off his ass—that he thought they were all beautiful. 

Unfortunately, Derek is the flowers, chocolate, and wine person. On Will’s last birthday he came home to take-out—only plated nicely, two tall candles burning in the middle of the table, soft music playing in the background. The only wine Will has ever enjoyed was chilling in an ice bucket that he hadn’t even known they owned, the fancy extra-dark chocolates he didn’t like but had once complimented Bitty on sitting in a wrapped box on the island.

So it should say something that Will is standing in the floral section of the grocery store an hour before they close, trying his best to pick out a bouquet that says happy anniversary and these are not last minute flowers. 

They’re all a little wilted, so it’s not exactly working.

Will’s hoping it’s the thought that counts.

But Derek frowns when he walks in their door, his gaze darting from the flowers to the caramels from the confectionary in Old Town that Will’s seen him demolish a dozen of in the space of two minutes. “Uh,” he says, brow furrowing. “What’d you do?”

Of the two of them, Will would have bet money that he’d be the first to forget an important date. “Nothing,” he says, a flare of defensiveness coming before he takes a breath and tries again. “Happy anniversary.”

It’s funny, the way panic flashes across Derek’s face before it settles back into faint confusion. “Our anniversary is next month.”

“No it’s not.”

“Yeah, it is.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Will. Our anniversary is May 8th.”

“It’s April 6th,” Will says, flowers now pointing towards the ground as he gestures pointlessly with his arm. “How could you think it was May 8th?”

“How could you think it was April 6th?” Derek asks, and he takes the flowers right out of Will’s hand as Will stares at him.

“Because that was the Rocket’s home opener,” Will says, also handing over the caramels. He had to go forty minutes out of his way for those and a small part of him wants a tiny bit of praise for it. 

Derek mouths at him wordlessly for a moment. It would make a hilarious picture, the way he stands there cradling the flowers and candy gently while looking dumbfounded, if Will weren’t so bemused about the whole thing. “We—the—what—that wasn’t our first date! We weren’t dating!”

“We weren’t until we went to the game together,” Will responds.

“We went to the game together because you thought it’d be a good idea to get season tickets!” Derek shoots back. “Our first date was at the Mexican restaurant and you changed the five to an eight on the inflatable Cinco de Mayo sombrero and made me wear it all night.”

Will stares at him. “We’d already been dating for weeks. I asked you out weeks before that.”

Derek’s eyes narrow almost imperceptibly. “I asked you out.”

Because Will can’t strangle his boyfriend—of exactly one year, thank you very much—he kisses him instead, curling his hands into Derek’s hips and pulling him close, curling awkwardly around the flowers he’s still holding. “Happy,” he says pointedly, “anniversary.”

Derek kisses him back, soft and sweet and a little self-satisfied. “Thanks for the flowers,” he says, and Will can feel him smirk. "Happy un-iversary.”

[stressedlawsecretary]

Today's Focus

05.09.24 - I am back at work after taking two days to travel for a concert. Frankly, I wish I was back home in bed being lazy rather than here. I suppose I always have time I can take, plus I only have two full weeks of work before a paid holiday.

Work - I mean...I have to clean out my inbox for sure. I remember something from my supervisor about needing to get a hotel and flight for a couple of my lawyers to attend a CLE, and I see a bunch of emails regarding that, so that's probably going to be the main thing I tackle today. I'm sure there are some efiles in there as well but I don't expect it to be very busy.

Background Noise - I'm back to binging YT, and will be doing a lot more of that while my dad is gone visiting his sister. I wanted to bring my earbuds on my car trip; the hope was that somewhere on the 4 hr round trip drive I could get through a nearly 2 hr podcast on SSSniperWolf's bad behavior but I forgot them and so I'm catching up now.

That is not to say that I didn't watch any YT; I did eight videos over the two days, and I kept up on my news program even while my hunny started Hades II to distract me.

Study - Well it's Thursday, so I suppose I should attempt to read some of the actual books I started and not just articles. I'm still counting pages instead of chapters though.

Last time I studied was on Monday, and I read like four random articles/press releases, four Horizon Post Office scandal articles, three pages of HR 5376, and the whole Wiki page for Adamson v. California. I continued to read the other couple of decisions & complaints I started, and I got more pages in, but I haven't finished them yet.

Extras - It is Thursday, so I do need to make sure the trash goes out to the curb; I kept up on the weekly chores so I don't have extras, but I do need to go grocery shopping because the last time I did it only took me to the day before the trip. Thankfully, I can do more microwave kinds of meals while dad's gone to give myself a break; it'll probably be one of the handmade pizzas my local grocer does for tonight. Two more episodes of Carranger; we did do three yesterday and have a total of five left so I bet I can finish the series on Friday. We're also about halfway through the first episode of The Tick, but also probably won't watch more because I'll want hunny to continue playing Hades II. Mini-essay was done quick today; I'm working on another longer one to post and hope I can write a lot when remote working tomorrow.

I'm going to finish my post today by sharing some of the pics/videos from the TWRP concert.

[thatseverythingilove]

ROTTMNT LEO X MY OC - CHAPTER 1 : THE MEETING

The story takes place after Krang's defeat. All character are adults.

Warning : harsh talk ; light mention of alcoholism ; Probably english errors (sorry for that !) And yes, Disney references... Will you notice it ? :-)

Leonardo was on duty this night.

He losed a bet and was on charge to get tonight's diner : pizzas for everyone. Of course delivery was out of question, too much easy ! Michelangelo taked orders and Leonardo has to pick pizzas up at the end of the town !

Leonardo is muttering his frustration, asking himself if he should eat pizza on the way back.

Suddenly he hears voices under his feet.

A girl is running, followed by three angry big guys, promising to make her pay for her actions when they'll get her.

Leonardo follows them.

The girl is quickly blocked in a dead end. Her pursuers are coming to her, warming their fists up, a sadic smile on their face :

“You will regret to make us run, you little pest.”

“When I see you, fatties, I could say she does you a favor.” They hear above their heads.

Leonardo appears like a superheros between the three guys and the girl.

“Who are you ? Her bodyguard ?” Laugh one of the guys.

The others are guffawing. Leonardo is about to retort when a wine bottle aims for the guy's head !

“Don't insult me. I can protect myself very well.”

The girl gets out of the darkness, comes under the street lamp's light.

Leonardo's eyes are suddenly shining : what a beautiful creature !

Her face is strong and elegant, deep black eyes like a night sky, a fleshy mouth and a sweet caramel skin. Her long hairs mixe coal and ochre. Her long legs, her round hips and her hourglass figure make her look like a panther.

“Oh boy…” Breathes out the turtle, his heart making a concert.

But the bottle's victim isn't as charmed as him. The three guys are ready to fight, Leonardo too. He wants to shine in front of the beautiful girl !

She doesn't give him the time to do something and already starts the fight ! Leonardo looks at her, filled with admiration : she is supple and lively as she was dodging their attacks.

One rude hit knocks her to the trash bags. Leonardo comes to her :

“So… I'm sorry to disturb you, miss, but are you a damsel in distress ?”

“I'm a damsel !…” Starts the girl.

She hits a first guy on the stomach with her feet.

“I'm in distress !…”

She takes the metallic cover of the trashbox next to her and sends it to the two others guys, killing two birds with one stone. She stands up, smiling as she puts her hairs behind her ear :

“And I can handle this.”

Leonardo feels something go down the wrong way. This style, this figure, this smile ! He never meets someone like her.

A giant piece of rage stands up again behind the girl ! Leonardo jumps and hits his opponent to the head. The giant collapses in a lound sound.

The blue turtle strikes a flattering pose :

“I know, you can handle it, I was just protecting myself.”

He heards a cute chuckle from the girl. So now that the three bullies are defeated and the fight ended, the girl comes up to Leonardo to look at him more intensely :

“How should I call my pretty charming knight ?”

Leonardo is surprised by this suddenly move. He glups before answers with a shaking voice :

“L-Leonardo. My name is Leonardo.”

She's holding out her hand to him :

“Nice to meet you. I'm Robin.”

Leonardo hesitates to take this hand. His could be a little… strange for a human.

Taking advantage to the shadows, he decides to give his hand.

Then the girl pulls him closer and puts a kiss on his nose !

Leonardo becomes sticker than a piece of wood.

She's giving him a wink and jumping to the ladder above her, swaying and flewing over the pile of brutes.

Now the gracious figure is gone, letting Leonardo as red as a traffic lights, the blue turtle is touching his nose and making an silly smile. Beatting up a bunch of delinquants, helping a pretty girl, receiving a kiss as reward : what a sweet night…

He soon remembers his duty :

“All right, I have to get the pizzas now.”

He is about to go when he feels that something's missing.

In his bag.

The wallet is missing.

The wallet full of money for pizzas.

Leonardo is convinced that he took it with him before leaving the sewers. Maybe it falls on the floor during the fight ? The turtle is looking for it with a little light of hope.

Nothing.

Panic at its hightest level :

“Holy crap ! Daddy is going to kill me !”

He heards some sniggerings behind him. The three guys are awake. Leonardo is angry, he takes his swore :

“All right, clowns ! Give my wallet back and everybody can go home safetly.”

“You really don't understand what happened, right, idiot ?” Asks a first one.

“The girl has got your money.” Keeps up a second one.

“Stop the craps !” Yells Leonardo “Like an innocent, beautiful woman like her could be a thief !”

“Why do you think we were running after her ? She takes our money too ! We just wanted to take it back.”

“She made fun of you, boy. She took advantage of your naivety to trap you.”

Leonardo recalls the embrace. The kiss. This hand that he felt against his back without paying attention. Yes, she could have stolen the wallet at this moment.

His brain is explosing : he was taken in like a complete beginner !

Now he expects the worst : how will he explain this whole situation to his family ? Sure that all of them will make fun of him during a minimum of one week.

And that's what happen.

Besides laughing at him for his naivety, souper was already served : a home delivery has been programmed since the beginning !

Leonardo is surprised that everyone believes his story, especially the fact that he fell into a pretty girl's trap.

“That's just like Leo !” Smiles Raphael before eating a slice of pizza.

“You don't seem to realise, guys !” Says Leonardo as he is taking place on table “She was so cool, a real beauty ! And her eyes, she's got some eyes ! Like she hypnotised me !”

“Yes, of course.” Says Donatello with a micheavelous smile “Did you ask her if she's related to Hypno, by coincidence ?”

“Hey, Leo !” Calls Michelangelo, sit next to his brother, fluttering his eyelashes like crazy “Will you give me your pizza's share, pleaaaaase~ ?”

Leonardo is no amused, contrary to the rest of the family. Splinter licks his fingers and asks him :

“More seriously, Blue : did this girl see your face ?”

“What ? Non, I don't think so. Anyway she didn't react.”

“I can confirm.” Says Donatello “Seeing Leo's face would make her running away, not kissing him.”

“Hey ! I'm a living piece of art ! Everybody would love to kiss me !” Says the offended.

“Personaly, there is a lot of things called art that don't make me feel like kissing them.” Confesses Raphael.

“You can all laugh, but she called me “her pretty charming knight” all the same ! I'm sure she fell of me !”

The others don't stop to laugh. Raphael insists :

“Otherwise, Leo, did your girlfriend have a name ?”

“Yes, her name is Robin.”

Leonardo suspects a stupid reaction from his brothers. They don't waste time, suddenly very inspired :

“Robin ?” Starts Michelangelo “Like “Batman and Robin” ?”

“Like “Robin Hood” ?” Outdoes Donatello.

“Robin like Robin !” Yells Leonardo “Stop making fun of her name, you morons !”

Suddenly Splinter jumps off his chair :

“Blue ! You have to find my wallet !”

Leonardo doesn't understand why his father is overcome by panic, making him angrier :

“You MUST find it ! The wallet… Inside… It's a matter of like and death !”

In one of the less salubrious parts of New York, Robin the thief comes back home. She opens a ruin's door to go in a world where the only kind of living is a television. In front of the aggressive light, an old man is flopping into an armchair, beer in hand.

“Where have you been ?” He asks.

“Outside.” Answers Robin.

“Don't think I'm stupid, I know you were outside.”

“So why do you ask ?”

The man throws his beer against the wall and gets up. He's walking to her, his steps are loud and terrible. Robin looks down and doesn't move. She smells his bad breath when he speaks :

“I'm not in the mood. Where is my money ?”

Robin goes through her pockets and gives him a little wad of dollars.

“That's all you get ?” Asks the man.

“Two hundred and fivety dollars. It's more than you need to refill your provision of beer.”

He takes the money, slapping her hand.

“Get out of here.” He mumbles, counting the notes again.

While she's climbing up the stairs, the man asks if she had an unpleasant encounter near the house.

Robin smiles secretly. When he said “unpleasant encounter”, he's talking about policeman, a creditor or a busybody. Hidded in this old hole, he doesn't have to fear something like that.

“No, dad. I just met a very charming mutant turtle.”

“Fucking shut up if you're only talking about shit !”

The walls shaked because of this yell. Not Robin. She knows how to handle this.

In her room, she takes a wallet off her jacket. Splinter's wallet.

After her escape, she hidded to a coffee shop and counted her treasure. The three big guys had a lot of bill, as she likes it.

When she opened Splinter's wallet, she found some sales receipts and fidelity cards but no money.

Under this mass of useless papers, she saw a picture. Family picture with everyone, Splinter, Raphaël, Leonardo, Donatello, Michelangelo and April, with big smiles.

Firstly, when she saw the four turtles and the rat, she throught it was a joke, a lame montage or some nerds with wierd costumes.

But she does remind some details of her meeting with Leonardo : his strange hand in the shadows, his face's color, his rough skin when she touched him.

Gold mine ? Yes, maybe this picture, presented to the good person, could make her rich.

But Robin didn't really want to do this. Not now.

She wanted to enjoy their smiles a little more. They're inspiring her a sample of happiness she can't find nowhere.

Contrary to the others, this one wallet wasn't throwing in trashbox. Robin kept it, asking herself how she could return it to her pretty charming knight.

After all, he did save her in this halley.

End of the chapter

[90sloverwithinsomnia]

Warrior's Descendants - Chapter 1/6

This is one of many archived fanfics featuring 1st and 2nd generation K-pop acts that I've come across recently. It's all in good fun, and maybe a bit cringeworthy! Just to clarify, I don't post fanfics, so I hope to the people that post and read K-pop fanfics makes sense. Credits go out to the original creator AuspiciousAutumn. *Note: Nothing in their post will change (unless necessary), other than being posted here, and the (Link) will be provided to the page that i found it on.

This work is suitable for Mature and has a WARNING of Graphic Depictions Of Violence, and draws inspiration from the fandoms of H.O.T.

The story is enriched with themes of Thriller, Abduction, Mystery and has Minor Character Death and Major Character Injury.

Characters:

Ahn Chilhyun (Kangta), Moon Heejoon, An Seungho (Tony), Jang Woohyuk, Lee Jaewon (H.O.T.), Eun Jiwon, Kim Jaeduck, Jang Suwon, Lee Jaijin, Kwon Boa (BoA), Park Jungsoo (Leeteuk), Jung Yunho (DBSK)

Summary:

H.O.T are so close to becoming an active group again, but not everyone is keen with them doing it on their own terms.

Chapter 1 - We Hate All Kinds of Violence:

"H.O.T Forever!"

Five Korean men clinked their glasses together, then drank the contents in one shot. They slammed their shot glasses down and smiled brightly at each other.

"We're finally doing this," Tony remarked, close to tears.

Woohyuk patted his arm. "We've endured so much, haven't we?"

Everyone nodded, soaking in the joyous occasion. After 25 years, H.O.T was finally going to promote as a group outside of SM Entertainment. They had finished recording the title song for their sixth album earlier that day. Kangta had made a post announcing it on their official Instagram page a few hours ago, and the members were delighted by how quickly news outlets had picked it up. Every time they refreshed it, the post gained another thousand likes and hundreds of comments.

Tony invited everyone to his house for dinner, and everyone had eagerly agreed to go. They ordered pizza, picked up a cake, and grabbed as much alcohol they could carry to his place. Three hours later, Tony's kitchen and dining area were a mess. However, nobody was bothered by it.

"You know, we're going to regret eating so much when we've all got to go back on a diet for promotions," Heejun laughed.

Jaewon put his head on his leader's shoulder. "I don't need to go on a diet."

Heejun threw his arm around the maknae. "That's because you workout so much. You know you're going to have to stop boxing for a while, right? You can't go on stage with a black eye." Jaewon just giggled in response.

"He's too good to get hurt," Kangta patted Jaewon's knee and smiled. "I missed this."

Tony nodded. "I know. When we reunited, I thought that was the best thing that could have happened to me. But then we did a concert, then another. And now, we're about release a new album."

"It's a dream come true," Woohyuk agreed.

Kangta looked around owlishly, "Where are your dogs? I just noticed that they weren't here."

Tony yawned. "Jaeduk took them on a play date."

Heejun smirked lazily, knowing Jaeduk too well by now. "Where did he go?"

"He said they were going to visit YG."

Jaewon smiled, still being held by Heejun. "Translation: Jaeduk took them to the recording studio just to bug Jiwon and everyone else along the way."

They all cracked up at this, knowing how much chaos tends to come when the Tony-Jaeduk household are around.

Someone's phone started vibrating, which caused everyone to stupidly move around to try to find where they put their phones.

"Mine," Heejun slurred, as he clumsily tried to open it. Tony leaned over to look at it. "Aw! She misses you!"

"Shut up," Heejun kicked Tony, as he replied to his wife. "I bet Jaeduk is pining for you right now."

The other man snorted. "More like he's plotting with Jiwon and Jaijin to make their album better than ours."

Woohyuk looked over at Tony. "Are they still holding onto that rivalry? We're all friends, and it wasn't like either of us started it anyway."

Tony poured Kangta and himself another drink. "That's just how he is. People think he's cute, but they don't know how much he loves starting fights and stirring people up."

"Except you?" Jaewon smirked, taking the bottle of soju.

Tony reached over to smack him, but Woohyuk grabbed the back of his sweater. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

Heejun pushed Jaewon off of him. "It's been fun, but I've got to get going. Apparently my daughter has some ideas for the choreography of our title track she wants to run by me before she goes to bed."

Everyone went "aww!" and demanded that he send a video of it to them. After he promised to do so, their leader said his goodbyes and left.

The rest of the guys chatted for a bit, then Woohyuk called it a night too.

Jaewon and Kangta volunteered to clean up the place for their host. They were making progress until Kangta realized Jaewon had thrown the pizza boxes in the container for glass recycling. This caused them crack up and jokingly put more trash in the wrong places. Tony stopped them before they tried to mix their empty soju bottles with the food waste.

"I'm home!" Jaeduk called as the sound of the front door slammed shut.

Jaewon and Kangta abandoned their attempts at cleaning in favor of playing with the dogs.

Jaeduk stepped around them and smiled at Tony. "Want me to make some coffee?"

Tony gave him an exhausted look. "Please."

"How much did you guys drink?" The Sechskies member asked after he had taken off his face mask.

"I think we cleaned out the 7-11 down the street," Tony replied, hugging the other man. "How bad is it outside?"

Jaeduk pulled away. "Not as bad as it was earlier. I looked at the air quality before I left the studio, and it had gone down to 90."

Tony sighed. "Still bad though."

A yell caused them to both to turn to see both of their dogs were licking Jaewon's face on the couch, while Kangta was on the ground laughing.

"Maybe you should just dunk them in the shower?" Jaeduk suggested. Tony shook his head in response.

An hour later, the two youngest members of H.O.T were steady enough to leave on their own. Tony refused to let Jaewon leave until he promised to text him when he got back home. Originally they were going to call their managers, but then decided not to bother them. They both ordered taxis and said their goodbyes.

Jaewon could stop smiling. Things seemed to be looking up for him, and he was excited about this new chapter for H.O.T. No more lawsuits, no more unsympathetic SM executives telling him he didn't matter, and no more uncertainty on whether or not H.O.T would get to make music together again.

As the taxi drove to his apartment, Jaewon looked out the window thinking about the future.

"We're here."

Jaewon shook himself from his stupor and thanked the driver, before getting out. He rated the driver five stars on the KakaoTaxi app before closing it, and going inside his building.

He hummed to himself all the way to his door. When he got inside, the doorway light turned on and he took off his shoes. He went to the bathroom and washed his face, then he took his face mask and jacket, and threw them on a chair. Suddenly, he felt like he had forgotten to do something. Oh, yeah. He was supposed to text Tony.

He was about to grab his phone from his jacket, but then stopped. He wasn't alone. Suddenly, something was slammed across his mouth and nose. Jaewon coughed, realizing that he shouldn't be breathing in whatever was in front of his face, and fought his way free. He turned to see a man he didn't recognize holding a handkerchief.

"Who are you?" Jaewon coughed, feeling his knees buckle.

"Nobody. Just be a good boy and go to sleep."

Jaewon coughed again as the man approached him. The tall idol punched the man's stomach, causing him to fall backward. Jaewon scrambled to get his jacket, and clumsily ran to his door. His plan was to make it at least out to the elevator, where there was a CCTV camera. At this time of night, most of his neighbors were probably still out drinking or meeting with friends.

He had just gotten to his shoes when the man had gotten back to his feet and tackled him into the door. Jaewon felt his head and right hand hit the door as he fell. The man turned him over, and Jaewon spat at him - causing the man to recoil. The tall idol kicked the man's groin, which caused him to go down.

Jaewon threw open the door and landed one more kick on his aggressor, before running down the hallway clutching his wrist. He was about to round the corner when a blur came in front of his vision and he blacked out.

A man in dark clothing holding a baseball bat appeared around the corner. "And here I thought you were going to be easy."

He stepped over the bleeding idol and waved to the man coming out of the idol's apartment. "Don't worry, I got him."

"Good, that bastard wasn't as obedient as I had been hoping," the other man wheezed, clutching his stomach.

"Do we have to do a lot of clean up?"

"Nope, just minor scrubbing and item placement."

"Okay, I'll let the other guys know."

Both men moved to the fallen idol. The first man kicked his side.

"One down, four to go."

[missroserose]

Whumptober Day 24: "I don't want to do this anymore."

My gentle giant, she calls him, when people ask whether she’s ever scared to be with him.  Not that they ever ask directly, of course, but…the subtext is there.  He’s so tall, they say, or you two sure stand out together, or once, from a giggling half-drunk girl in a club bathroom, does he ever lift you up on his shoulders at concerts?  Occasionally there’ll be a wink-wink-nudge-nudge tone to the words, bet he’s big all over kind of thing, but she lets that pass.  She lets a lot of it pass.  People are always going to gawk, it’s human nature; ultimately it’s none of their business, and she’s under no geas to provide them with information on their private life.

Besides, their private life is really pretty boring.  They live like any two college students, more or less; studying, classes, occasional nights out for pizza or cheap Mexican or dancing, returning to their small and slightly shabby apartment with its mismatched but comfortable furniture—and if a greater share of the rent comes from her parents than from his paltry work-study salary, nobody needs to know that.  She knew going in that he was a merit student, that he didn’t speak with his family, that Stanford was his one and only chance for getting into a better life—he’d explained it to her, bringing her flowers after their first finals week together, apologizing for being distant and cold.  He was just afraid.  Terrified that he’d lose his scholarships, that he’d lose his place, that he’d have to go find his family again (she never forgot the way he said that, “find his family”, as if they were lost somewhere across the greater part of Middle America).  It wasn’t until it was over, he admitted with a blush, that he realized he was just as terrified of losing her.

They’d moved in together the next semester.  And he was unfailingly polite, and kind, and respectful, towards everyone around him—but especially towards her, in public and in private.  Even coming home after a date night, drunk on cheap shots and the relief of semester’s end, he was so careful making love to her.  Gentlemanly, even.  And certainly she appreciated his manners…

It wasn’t that she didn’t understand, because of course she did.  With her especially, he had to be careful; she was half his size, and a pretty girl to boot.  She’d seen the looks people gave them, appraising or calculating or occasionally concerned.  But there was more to it than that; an intensity that he kept under tight rein.  She’d seen a hint of it, that night he apologized.  As they spent more time together, she noticed it more; something in the way he moved, a fearless confidence that occasionally tipped over into—not aggression, exactly, nothing so crude, but an unspoken promise of violence, should he be given reason—

Girl, I hope he treats you well and you like him, ‘cause ain’t nobody messing with your boyfriend, a friend had told her once, over drinks.  At the time, she’d laughed it off, assumed her friend was conflating Sam’s passionate devotion with something darker.  But now…now.

Now, she wonders whether he’ll ever allow her to truly see that side of him.  Wonders, with a shiver, what her reaction would be if he did.

*

It’s late on her birthday, the high of dinner and drinks and a show behind them, loose and laughing together.  She assumes he’s taking them home, but he makes an unexpected left turn.  “Is it okay if we make a quick stop?  There’s something else I want to celebrate.  We don’t have to stay long.”

She’s a little hesitant—a quick check in the passenger-mirror vanity shows smudged mascara and faded makeup, and there’s an unobtrusive but distinct tear in her skirt where it got caught on a chair earlier in the night—but something in his voice catches her attention.  She looks over at him; his face is impassive as usual, but there’s a tension around his eyes, something in the set of his shoulders that should probably concern her.  “Sure,” she finds herself saying, and roots around in her purse for her lipstick.  

A few more turns, and they pull up to a thoroughly seedy late-night dive.  Not a college-kid hangout, but a trucker bar off the highway; the sort of place that, even once they’re inside, seems chillier than the post-holiday winter air merits.  The patrons are mostly in their forties, rough and worn-down as the cracked vinyl booths; a couple of them start to give her a once-over, before glancing up at her boyfriend and quickly shifting their gazes elsewhere.

She manages to sit on her curiosity until they’ve gotten beers and a booth in the back corner with a view of the pool table, but by the time they’ve sat down, she’s overflowing with questions.  Carefully, she sifts through them, selects the one that feels safest.  “So, what’s this mysterious second occasion?”

“My brother’s birthday,” he says, so matter-of-fact, so casual, that for a moment she’s at a complete loss for a return gambit.

She’d known he had a brother, of course, but he speaks of him roughly as often as he speaks of any of his family…which is to say, never.  “We have the same birthday?”  Mentally, she’s putting two and two together—they’d met about a year ago, she realizes, when some friends had prodded her into going and talking to the cute upperclassman at the bar who looked so glum.  She’d asked what he was up to, and he’d said “Celebrating,” with an ironic enough bent that she’d assumed he was joking, laughed it off, forgotten about it once they got to talking…

She realizes he’s scanning the clientele, as if looking for somebody.  “Is he here?”  Her eyebrows crawl towards her hairline—to meet her boyfriend’s mysterious family, even just his brother, would certainly make this a birthday to remember—

“He might as well be.”  Bitterness, not aimed at her, but enough to sting regardless—he seems to realize she’s been caught in the backsplash, then offers her an apologetic smile, takes her hand across the table.  “Sorry.  I guess—I grew up in places like this, you see.  I’m not sure why I felt the need to come here tonight.”  A pause.  “Maybe I’m just feeling nostalgic.”

“It’s okay.”  She returns the smile with warmth, gratitude for the gift he’s giving her, however piecemeal.  “Were you close?”  

“Yes.  No.  Yes, then no?”  A shrug.  “Our lives were all tangled up—we didn’t have a lot of space to ourselves.  I worshipped him, and I hated him, and I never wanted to leave him, and I never wanted to speak to him again.”

“There’s my articulate pre-law grad,” she teases.

He hangs his head, sighs.  “I’m sorry.  It’s just…I’ve been out of the habit so long.  And there’s so much I just…don’t want to talk about.”

“You don’t have to.”  She squeezes his hand, reassuring.  “Though, does this mysterious brother of yours have a name?”

He sighs, settles back, his eyes roving until they land on the pool players.  “Dean,” he says, though the effort clearly costs him.  A deep breath, and then—”He taught me so much.  I think…so much of my life, I just wanted him to be proud of me.”

“Here’s to Dean, then,” she says, and lifts her beer.  “I bet he’d be proud of you if he could see you now.  One more semester, then law school?  Anyone would be.”

“Maybe,” he says, clinking his glass against hers.  “His skills were in a different arena, really.”

“Like what?”  His gaze has once again moved to the pool players, and she tilts her head.  “Was he a professional pool player?”

He blinks at that, then laughs, almost hiccuping with the abruptness of it.  “Something like that,” he says, then meets her eyes, a tiny smile lifting one corner of his mouth.  “Want to see something he taught me?”

Warmth floods through her, more than warmth—heat pooling in her belly, enough to bring on that strange anticipatory shiver.  “More than anything.”

“Then take my seat, and don’t interrupt.”  And though there’s nothing particularly unusual in the words, she can hear the authority behind them.  He drains his beer, stands, and moves towards the pool table; she slides into his body-warm booth seat, curiosity burning in her belly.

At first, she’s not quite sure what she’s watching.  He sidles up to the largest of the truckers, a sort of sway in his hips that she’s never noticed before; the man is nearly as tall as him, and probably twice as big around.  A few muttered words, and the trucker is demonstrating a shot; bending over the table, lining up the cue.  Her boyfriend watches, clumsily imitates when the trucker gestures for him to try; the man’s hands are on his slimmer hips, shifting them, and her breath catches.  Is this a jealousy thing?  or—

He aims too low, making the ball skip along the table, and the trucker laughs, has him try again.  A better shot, this time, still goes wide of where he was aiming, but the trucker nods in approval.  Her boyfriend tries to hand him the cue, but he shakes his head, gestures to him to keep playing, signals the waitress for drinks.

Jess nurses another beer and watches, fascinated, as his shots gain confidence, as the trucker offers tips, as a pair of whiskies appear on a nearby table.  It’s not his playing that holds her attention, though he practically slinks over the table, seeming to effortlessly find the angle that shows off his slim hips, his long legs, the arch of his back.  It’s that promise again, building like electricity in stormy air; the tingle slowly crawling up her spine, the sense that there’s something more happening here, something that the others are missing.  The sense that she could put a stop to it—could put a hand on his shoulder, tell him “I don’t want to do this anymore,” take him home, and that’d be the end of it—the sense, new and thrilling, that she doesn’t want to, that she wants to see where this leads—

They’re playing a real game, now, alternating turns, though she suspects the trucker is going easy on him.  He’s sinking balls maybe once every three shots, now, his face lighting up each time, more expressive than she usually sees in a week.  He loses, just barely—the nine ball staring up at him mockingly as the trucker sinks the eight—slams his second whiskey down, and pulls out his wallet.  “A hundred dollars,” he says, all cocky hip-swinging confidence, “says I can beat you this time.”

The trucker demurs momentarily, but she can read the hunger in his eyes, for the money and more besides.  Soon enough they’re racking the balls, at it again, neck and neck—he pulls ahead briefly, only to fumble a too-fancy trick shot, the trucker laughing gently as he sinks the last few, chiding him about pride and the fall.

He doesn’t hesitate.  The wallet again, sets another hundred on top of the first.  She bites her lip; it’s their entire grocery budget for the next month.  Surely she should get up—go over, say something soothing to his wounded pride, take him home—

The trucker grins, clearly certain he’s hooked a lunker, just as clearly considering how long to play out the line.  Eventually he nods, sets down his wager, racks the balls, gestures magnanimously for her boyfriend to break.

He cleans the table.

The mood changes, as he sinks shot after shot.  He drops the flirtatious posing, the uncertain pauses; he moves efficiently, mechanically around the table.  The trucker’s grin drops; his face clouds over as he realizes he’s been had.  When the eight ball drops in the designated pocket, when her boyfriend reaches out to pocket the money, the trucker grabs his wrist, humiliation and rage and frustrated entitlement in his face, and she can sense the tension reaching its breaking point—

“Take it outside,” the bartender says, without looking up.  They stare at each other for a moment longer, then obey; the money sits on the bumper, untouched.

She finishes her beer, leaves a single on the table, scoops up the money and folds it into her pocket as she leaves.  Nobody stops her, or questions her, or gives her more than a brief glance.

The thud-crack of a fist hitting a face greets her with the first breath of the bracingly chilly air.  She watches from the doorway as the trucker takes another swing, as her boyfriend dodges, hits him with a one-two that leaves his nose fountaining blood.  The trucker swears and sinks down to his knees, prodding gingerly at his face; her boyfriend catches sight of her, tilts his head towards their car in unmistakable command.  She follows, gets into the driver’s seat, wonders if he knew she picked up the money.  Wonders if he even cares—

She’s peeling out of the lot before he even has a chance to put his seatbelt on.  Driving them home faster and more recklessly than she’s ever driven.  It’s not fear; there’s no sense they’re being chased.  If anything, she’s the one doing the chasing—chasing the high, keeping the adrenaline going, keeping her heart pounding, keeping his eyes on her (they’re on her, she knows, she can feel the heat of them as she zooms through a yellow light just as it turns red, as she pulls onto the highway on-ramp at three times her usual speed).  She chances a glance at him when they hit the straightaway, and he’s grinning at her, that same wild energy reflected in his eyes, and for a moment they almost flash yellow under the strobing sodium streetlamps—

They barely make it into their apartment.  His tongue is in her mouth and his hands are on her everywhere, sliding up her skirt, sliding her panties down, straightening only long enough for her to undo his belt before he’s grabbing her ass, hoisting her up against the wall as she wraps her legs around him.  She can feel him through his jeans, and yes, he is big everywhere, and hard, and unhinged in a way she’s never seen from him before—never known how much she needed before—she puts her arms around his neck and hangs on, feels the strength in how he holds her up, the casual way he slings her weight into one arm to reach below—and fuck, he’s sliding into her, and it’s only then that she realizes just how wet she is, usually she needs more prep to take him but he’s filling her to the brim and she’s gasping into his mouth and jesus christ but it’s the hottest fucking thing—

He thrusts, and she braces against the wall, angles her hips to take him deeper, listens to him growl as she writhes against him.  Another thrust, another, and he’s got her in one arm again, the other pushing up her shirt, shoving her bra out of the way, pinching her nipple so hard it hurts—a good hurt, intense and driving, and that tension is working its way up her spine again, her back arching as he keeps thrusting, panting into her ear, sinking his teeth into her neck, and this is crazy, she’s crazy, they’re crazy, and she should stop this but she doesn’t want to, wants to ride the fireworks even though she knows they’ll only end in an explosion—he’s close now, and she’s whispering into his ear, yes, fuck yes, do it, your brother would be so proud—

He cries out when he comes, his whole body shaking, pouring itself into her.  She’s still unsatisfied but doesn’t even mind—it isn’t about her, right now.  Slowly, the feral intensity bleeds away, the tension seeping back into the ground; he gives her a final kiss, then slides out of her, lets her down.  Her skirt falls back into place; she can feel something unmentionable sliding down the inside of her thigh, her or him or more likely the two of them, together.

He looks down at her; now that the storm has passed, there’s something almost childlike in his uncertainty, as if he’s not certain whether to apologize or gear up for another round.  She wonders if he has any idea how sinfully good he looks, half-closed eyes and kiss-swollen lips, even the bruise starting to bloom around one eye.

She meets his eyes, opens her mouth, is surprised to find she’s laughing a little.  “That…was a hell of a birthday,” she says, her voice a little shaky with the adrenaline.

He, for his part, relaxes—more than she thinks she’s ever seen him.  “Yeah, I guess so,” he says, laughing with her.  With the thrill of it all.  Of winning.  Of getting away.  Of being alive.

“You’re going to need some ice for that eye,” she points out, and turns to head to the kitchen.  But before she gets far, he catches her wrist, and she looks back at him, startled.

“Shower first,” he says, his voice deep, a promise there that she likes the sound of.

“Shower,” she agrees, and he pulls her into the bathroom and shuts the door.

[quicksilverownsmysoul]

Sparks Pt. 5

It has taken me forever but I finally updated Sparks! I’m sorry for making y’all wait so long but I’ve been busy with other stuff and I keep starting series before I finish the first one (I need to stop doing that). I know it’s been a while, if you need to reread the old ones they are all linked in my masterlist, it’s pinned on my page! Anyway I hope y’all like it!

You can read Part 4 Here 

Summary: 

Warnings: None, this is pure fluff

Word Count: 2298

The ride there was an experience to say the least. Scott drove which meant Jean got shotgun, the rest of you were piled into the backseat. Kurt kept hitting Jubilee in the face with his tail, her hair blew into your face every time the breeze hit, and you were so cramped that you were practically sitting on Peter’s lap. Peter was thankful you couldn't move to turn around, or else you would see how red his face was. He was sitting extremely still too scared to even move. Because if you moved even an inch over, he knew his leather pants wouldn't hide what would form. Scott looked at you guys through the rear view mirror, flashing you a cocky smile. “You guys comfortable?” Jubilee flipped him off while the rest of you grumbled out a no. He laughed and turned back to face the road. 

Scott pulled up to a diner and parked, hoping out to open the door for Jean. Kurt wiggled his arm free and opened the door causing you guys to fall out of the backseat. Jubilee fell onto Kurt’s back and Peter ended up falling on you, he caught himself with his hands, you guys inches from one another. You watched his eyes dart down to look at your lips before glancing back up to meet your eyes. You smirked up at him. “If you’re going to pull something like that, at least buy me dinner first.” 

Peter felt his face heat up and he started to sputter. You laughed at his flustered state and after a moment he did as well. He liked how casual you were about this and how you were able to joke to ease the tension. He smirked back down at you. “Well maybe after I do buy you dinner we can continue this.” It was your turn to get embarrassed. 

“Really guys?” You both looked up to see Jubilee standing with her arms crossed. “Right in front of Kurt.” Kurt was covering his face out of respect for you two and shielding himself behind her. You both turned red and scrambled to get out of the car. Peter let you get up and then hopped out of the backseat behind you. Jubilee pulled you to the back of the group with her and gave your arm a squeeze. “He likes you.”

Peter glanced back at the two of you in between bugging Scott and Jean. He saw you and Jubilee talking in hushed voices and giggling with one another. He felt himself gulp, something told him you guys were talking about him. He caught your eye and whipped his head back around, hoping you didn't catch him staring. 

Scott made his way to the front of the group to announce where you were but Peter hip bumped him out of the way. Scott cussed and Peter just sent him a wink and a smile. He turned back to face the group, his eyes locked on you. “Welcome to our favorite diner, Gus’ Games and Grub.” Peter stood at the front of the group his arms held wide open, showing off the diner. You felt yourself smile as you looked around the place, there was an arcade attached to the restaurant, with a prize cabinet and about a million blinking lights and sounds. 

“This place is awesome.” Peter watched as you took it all in, his heart swelling at the fact he was able to impress you with his favorite diner.

“So do you guy wanna do for dinner, do you wanna split a pizza or get-”

“Let’s play.” Peter said, cutting off Scott. 

“The whole reason we came here was for dinner.” 

“No, it was to have fun.” Peter smirked. “Something you wouldn't know anything about.” 

“Ooooo.” Jubilee responded as her eyes darted back and forth between the boys. 

Scott surged forward but Jean used her powers to stop him, pulling him back towards her by the collar of his sports jacket.

“You guys are acting like children. There is an easy way to decide this.”

“You’re right Jean, battle to the death it is.” Jean rolled her eyes at Peter’s comment. 

“Let’s just take a vote. Who wants to eat first?” Jubilee, Kurt, Scott and Jean all raised their hands. “Who wants to play the arcade first?” Peter's hand shot in the air, he sent you a wide smile when he saw you agreeing with him. “Sorry Peter, looks like we’re eating first.” Jean turned toward the counter and Scott sent him a condensing smirk behind her back. Peter stuck his tongue out in response. He didn't care that he lost the vote, he had you on his side. 

Dinner was filled with easy conversation and stolen glances. You and Peter kept trying to catch each other’s eye from opposite sides of the booth. He had wanted to sit next to you but Jubilee had beat him to it and she refused to move. As soon as you finished eating Peter slid into the booth next to you as Jubilee got up to throw the trash away. He slung his arm behind the booth and you scooted closer to him, making him blush. He leaned down and gently moved his hand to cup the back of your neck. “Wanna go have some fun.”

“What kind of fun is Maximoff?” You teased, loving the way it made him flush red. 

“The best kind there is.” Peter sped off you with you, ditching the other guys as you made your way to the arcade. Peter stood near a dancing machine game and held his hand out towards you with a slight bow. “May I have this dance?”

You curtsied back at him. “Of course.”

You hopped up on the dance floor as Peter put coins in the machine. He used the buttons to scroll through the songs, he stuck his tongue out in concentration trying to find just the right one. He made his selection and joined you on the mini stage. The music started playing and you felt your smile widen. “Oh my god I love this song!”

“Me too!” 

You guys turned back to the screen and started to dance, doing your best to coordinate with the colorful arrows on screen. But it was hard to pay attention when you both were too busy looking at one another and singing the lyrics back and forth. You saw Jubilee approaching the machine out of the corner of your eye. She leaned on the bar behind you, Kurt and the others not too far behind. “I was wondering where you guys went.” 

“We went to totally dominate this game.” Peter bragged as he scored three bads in a row on the game. 

“I can see that.” Jubilee watched as the song ended and the screen showed off your guys' score. It was ranked a D- with a 22% accuracy. 

“Man you’re bad at this.” Scott said.

“What like you could do better?”  Peter scoffed as he hopped off the stage offering you his hand. You took it and hopped off as well. 

“Watch me.” Scott and Jean took your guys places on the game and inserted the coins to play. You and Peter watched with your mouths hanging open as they scored perfect on every step. The song came to an end and they stared at you guys with matching smirks. 

“Okay you so totally did better than us.” You admitted. Peter just grumbled out an agreement. 

“Because we are better.” Scott remarked. 

“Wanna bet?” Peter asked as he crossed his arms across his chest. 

“What kind of bet?”

“Not again.” Jean muttered. 

“Whoever wins the biggest prize by the time the place closes gets the keys to your car for the rest of the week.” Peter smirked.

“What do I get?” Scott asked, hesitation in his voice. 

“I don’t know what do you want?”

Scott scrunched his face up in concertation for a moment before he answered. Knowing exactly what he wanted if he won. “If I win I get your pac-man machine.” 

Peter’s eyes widened, you could see him weighing the risks in his mind. He glanced over at you. He wanted the car so he could ask you out on a date, he wanted to do it right, with a car instead of speeding you somewhere. You gave him a smile and that made up his mind. He turned back to face Scott, a challenging look in his eyes. “I’ll take that bet.” 

“Okay so how are we going to do this? Teams?”

“Sounds good to me.”

“So it’ll be me and Jean, you and (y/n) and Kurt and Jubilee.” 

“What? Why are we playing? And why do I get Kurt?” Jubilee asked with her arms crossed. 

“Hey!” Kurt whined. 

“Sorry.”

“It’s more interesting if we all play.” Scott said. 

“Plus it’s not like you guys are going to win, it’s either going to me or Scott.” Peter joked and Scott nodded in agreement.

“Really?” Jubilee narrowed her eyes. “We’ll see about that. Come on Kurt.” With that they were gone. Now it was time for the games to begin. 

Peter and you sprinted over to the skeeball machines. He put a coin in each one and sped back and forth throwing the ball down the lane, getting the highest scoring points each time. You collected all the tickets, your heart pumping full of adrenaline. You played all the games you could while Peter ran around the arcade beating all the games and winning all the tickets. They made an announcement over the loudspeaker that they would be closing in five minutes, so you and Peter finished off your games and made your way to the counter. Jean and Scott were already there, their ticket pile paled in comparison to yours. Peter opened his mouth to mock them but Jean held up her hand and pointed to the right. You turned and saw Jubilee and Kurt sitting on top of the prize counter. She had three different pairs of sunglasses on and Kurt had about a million scrunchies wrapped around his tail. They were both drinking slurpees, a giant stuffed pink gorilla by their feet. Jubilee lowered her glasses as she took a long sip of her drink. ‘’’Sup losers.” 

Peters was gaping at them, glancing back and forth between the giant gorilla and them. “I- huh.. How? WHAT?”

Jubilee held her arms out and slung one around Kurt. “We won.”

“How?!?” Scott asked. “You guys only played like two games!”

“Yeah we won 67 tickets!” Kurt said excitedly. “That’s how we got the sunglasses and scrunchies!” He held his tail up showing them off. 

“That still doesn't explain how you won.” You asked with an amused smile on your face. 

“My cousin is the manager, I bribed her into giving us the biggest prize.” She pointed down at the stuffed gorilla. “Meet Barbara.” Scott and Peter stared at her with huffy faces getting ready to protest her winning. ‘Hey you never said we couldn't cheat.” Jubilee took another sip of her slurpee. 

“Yeah but you still cheated.” Scott argued.

“What like you guys didn't?.” She pointed at Scott and Jean. “I saw Jean using her powers on the basketball machine.” She motioned towards Peter. “And don’t even get me started on this one.”

“Damn you go Jubilee.” You cheered her as she gave a little bow. 

“So we win!” Kurt cheered. 

“Indeed we do.” Jubilee stuck her hands out in a grabby motion “Keys. Give me.” Scott reached into his pocket and begrudgingly tossed the keys to Jubilee. She caught them with a smirk. “I’ll see you guys in the car, I’m driving.” 

You cheered her on as she left. “Never underestimate Jubilee.” 

“Agreed.” 

“So what are we going to do with all these tickets?” You asked. 

Peter took them from you and came back a second later, arms full of prizes. “We can take them home to the kids at the house.” 

“That’s so sweet Peter.” He smiled at your praise.

“I uh.. I also got something for you.” Peter set down the prizes in his hands and riffled through them. He pulled out a stuffed turtle from the pile and nervously brought it over to you. You took it in your hands, heart swelling at the action. “His name is Mister Dibbles.” 

You looked down at the gentle face of the toy, smiling at it and then back up at peter. “I love him.” Peter gave you a wide smile. 

As you guys made your way out of the diner Peter fought with himself back and forth on whether he should still ask you out. By the time he got to the car he had made up his mind. He opened his mouth to ask you but Jubilee grabbed him by the arm and pulled him off to the side. 

“You can have the car after tonight.”

“What?” He asked, shock evident on his face. 

“You can have the car.” She shrugged. “I know you wanted it so you could take (y/n) on a date.”

“How did you know that?”

“You’re pretty easy to read.” Peter smiled and rushed forward crushing Jubilee in a hug. “Stop that, put me down!” She giggled out. 

“Thank you so much.” 

“Mhmm and don’t worry I’m not going to take your pac-man machine. But you owe me.” 

“Anything.”

“I wanna style your hair.”

“Anything but that.”

“Ugh fine.” 

Jubilee and Peter made their way back over to the car. You smiled as you saw Peter getting closer to you. He returned it. “Hey can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Would you maybe… like to.. I don’t know...go out with me?” You felt your face split into a wide smile. 

“Of course I would.” 

Taglist: @chiswritingandreadingcorner @enemy-of-wonkru @xxspqcebunsxx @coffeeandteaintheevening @kitwalkerangel @xmaximoffic @livingmybestfictionallife @evanmybeloved @kaismessiahbb @bugboy-and-icegirl

[thedamageofherdays]

This is my first weekly reading log. I've been reading some incredibly lovely fics so I figured why not share that excitement with others :) Just a little warning that most of the fics this week are explicit. My favourites are marked with 🌻

🌻 SPELEVINK by Ginny_Potter @hipsterdiva [Stucky, 9k, General]

Bucky’s back. He’s leaving me messages through IKEA plushies, Steve texts Sam. jesus christ, rogers, Sam texts back.

Or, Bucky lives in an IKEA Tiny Apartment, Steve is a dancing monkey once again, and somehow they find their way back to each other.

🌻 I Want To Teach You A Lesson In The Worst Kind Of Way by fandomfluffandfuck @fandomfluffandfuck [Stucky, 61k, Explicit]

Bucky is not an arts major, not even close. He's getting his master's in Biotechnology with dreams of going into the sort of half related medical field of biotechnology prosthetics, inspired by a childhood pet, a three legged cat called Alpine. However, the schooling system (one that normally he doesn't mind too much because he's that much of a nerd) demands that he take a variety of classes; even if they don't pertain towards his immediate interests. An art elective is one of those required unrelated classes. He's not interested.

Not yet anyway; whether he likes it or not he might end up discovering an interest in art. Or. At least an interest in the professor teaching the art credit fulfilling class as it pertains to his... non-school related interests...

i got it bad for you by howdoyousleep @howdoyousleep3 [Evanstan RPF, 4k, Explicit]

“Yeah? Older?”

“Yeah yeah, just…I don’t know, the beard? This fucking hair? Just…I don’t know— older,” he manages to chuckle nervously, gasping into Chris’ mouth when their squirming leads their dicks into lining up beautifully. Seb aches, yearns, mouth watering as he mewls, both hands in Chris’ hair as he licks into Sebastian’s mouth.

And then Chris pulls back, breathes hot on Sebastian’s cheek, his bottom lip, croons, “Like your Daddy?”

bet i look nice on you by howdoyousleep [Stucky, 1k, Explicit]

“C’mon, you said you wanted to feel, said you were up for a challenge,” Steve taunts lowly, peering up at Bucky from where he sits. “Daddy, want it. Daddy, wanna feel you for days,” he tacks on in a nasally exaggerated voice, one used with the full intention on making Bucky embarrassed, uncomfortable.

It works.

Aut Cum Scuto, Aut In Scuto by humapuma [Stucky, 33k, Explicit]

Bucky never thought he would find his Omega at just twenty-years-old. Mates usually found each other around twenty-two or twenty-three, so he was overjoyed to learn that their bond was so strong, they were drawn to one another early. Until Bucky's family attorney informed him that his Omega - Steve - was not only a long-time activist and a successful nurse, he was actually thirty-six.

Steve never thought he would find his Alpha. It had been more than ten years since they were supposed to come together, and he had long-since given up waiting. So, when a kid slammed into him on the street and tried to claim him, Steve was more than a little surprised.

Can these two overcome their differences, presumptions, and their pasts to find one another on the other side?

I didn't want the scars to show by Bittersweet_In_Boston [Stucky, 8k, Mature]

“This is Steve, one of my...co-workers,” Barton says teasingly. “Steve, this is James Barnes, the tattoo artist I was telling you about.”

Steve has heretofore been dumbstruck as he looks at James Barnes, because he is the most beautiful human Steve’s ever met, with the possible exception of Peggy 70 years ago. His long dark hair is pulled into a messy bun at the back of his head, and it frames the face of an angel, with a long-aquiline nose, a wide sensitive mouth, cheekbones to cry over, and a jawline that could kill at twenty paces, covered with a light layer of stubble.

And most importantly, large grey-blue eyes that light up and scan over Steve as Barnes shakes his hand.

“Nice to meet you, Steve,” he says in his husky voice, and this is where Steve has to remind himself how to be a functioning human being in a society.

“Good to meet you too, James,” Steve says, his voice only cracking a little. James’ hand is warm and strong and dry, and Steve could happily hold it forever. He does let go after a few seconds like a normal person, however.

“Bucky. Call me Bucky,” says James. “Everyone does.”

“OK...Bucky,” Steve says, and this time his voice behaves.

🌻 grassroots by howdoyousleep [Stucky, 11k, Explicit]

Bucky has been waiting for a moment like this.

Under the guise of a work trip, he joins Senator Rogers in New York City for his good friend Sam Wilson’s campaign fundraiser for Governor of New York. All that consumes Bucky’s mind at first is Steve’s insistence on sharing a room, a bed, so much so that he is caught entirely off guard by something much less conspicuous—one Steve Rogers back in Brooklyn.

In just two days Bucky learns more about Steve than he could have ever anticipated, and although it’s only forty-eight hours, it begins to shift their relationship, blind to the two of them. From stories about his mama to where to get the best pizza in the borough, Steve shares a side of himself with Bucky that few have ever been able to see before…

🌻 I Can't Do Everything (But I'll Do Anything For You) by Musette22 (with art from rufferto) @musette22 [Stucky, 24k, Explicit]

Steve Rogers cares about a lot of things, but dating isn’t one of them – much to his fellow Avengers’ bemusement. It’s just never been very high on his list of priorities, falling somewhere behind his work, his friends, his hobbies, and that excellent pepperoni pizza from Vinnie’s on Flatbush Ave.

That is until one night, Natasha drags Steve out to a charity music concert by some hotshot singer that Steve has never actually heard of (which would surprise exactly no one, seeing as Steve is still partial to his records and his radio plays). And as soon as Steve lays eyes on Grammy-award winning musician and international heartthrob James Barnes for the very first time, suddenly he wonders if maybe dating wouldn’t be so bad after all. Dating James Barnes, specifically, that is. The question is just: how does one go about that? Especially one like Steve, who’s never wooed anybody in his century-long life, let alone a man. Let alone a man with long, dark hair, tattoos all over his arms, and a fanbase that rivals Steve’s own.

It’s not like he can just go up to him and say something like, "You and me babe, how about it?"

[nctinthehouse]

12-1PM

pairing: reader x bf!Doyoung

genre: fluff, established relationship!au

wc: 1.1k

⚠️ warning(s): none

bold italics = readers thoughts

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14th September

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You’re currently in your room double checking you have everything in your bag, ready to head out.

Doyoung mentioned yesterday that he has practice for the whole day today as all the members are practicing for a special concert for their fans. You have a day off from work today so you decided to pay your favorite boys a visit. It’s lunchtime now and you figured they must be really hungry as they’ve been in the practice room since morning, so you decided to order food for the boys from one of their favorite restaurants. Like a LOT of food. After all, there’s 23 mouths to feed.

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Sitting in your car, you look through the menu, figuring out what to get

hmm how many should i order?

i’ve never really bought food for this many people all at once before

are 5 large pizzas enough?

i should probably order some chicken too

ah i’ll order an extra portion for Haeun too

i hope she’s working today

woah this is a lot of food

Looking through your order, you finalise everything, place the order and start making your way.

You stop by the convenient store to pick up some drinks as well before going to the restaurant. When you get there, you’re overwhelmed by the amount of food you ordered. One of the workers there was nice enough to help you carry it to your car. Thankfully there's parking directly outside the restaurant. Putting everything on the passenger seat, you then made your way to SM.

When you get to the parking lot, you look at the seat next to you

how am i going to carry all this?

should i try...?

actually no. remember how i tripped over a rock the other day. yeaaah i’m not risking it

i hope i don’t trip or fall. that'd be embarrassing...

Getting out of the car and opening the passenger door, you only grab what you can and make your way up

At the entrance, you see Haeun at her desk

“hey Haeun!”

“oh, Y/N! here to visit the boys?”

“why else would i be here” you snicker, signing in the visitor book

“because you miss my pretty face” she says as she rests her hands on her chin, fluttering her eyes at you

You laugh at her expression

“oh i almost forgot! here Haeun, treat yourself to some chicken''

Haeun looks at you with wide eyes

“wait seriously? oh my god Y/N you didn’t have to do that, thank you so much!”

“oh don’t worry about it, my treat”

“thank you, i promise to treat you next time” giving you a huge grin, also mentioning where the boys are practicing today

Haeun laughs then points at you holding some pizza boxes and bags

“Y/N are you sure that’s enough food for all those people?”

“oh no the rest is in my car. kinda wish i had more than 2 arms for this”

“do you want me to help you get the rest?” Haeun suggests

“oh no that’s ok! no biggie, i’ll manage. i’ll see you later Haeun!” wiggling your fingers to say bye

“alright take care Y/N!”

thank god for lifts!!! You think to yourself as you come out of one

Otherwise you would have to climb up and down the stairs several times and you weren’t bothered for that today.

At this point you pretty much know where all the rooms are since you’ve been here many times. But even without directions and signs telling you otherwise, it probably would’ve been easy trying to locate the boys anyway from all the talking and screaming.

It didn’t take long before you’re outside their practice room. You could hear the muffled music from outside. You carefully turn the door handle with your elbow and use your leg to fully open the door to prevent the food from slipping out of your hands. You come to a halt and look up around the room with wide eyes to see...

what the heck

There’s so many things going on. Your eyes start to wander around

Seems like some are practicing their choreography for “Work It”

Some are on the side playing with their phones

Some are playing rock paper scissors

typical

i wonder what the bet is this time

You furrow your brows in confusion

why is Renjun chasing Haechan

why do i feel like a teacher that just stumbled upon a bunch of kids goofing around in the classroom

At that moment, someone pulls you out of your thoughts

“Y/F/N Y/L/N~~~~!!!”

You see Haechan running up to you. uh oh Squeezing your eyes shut and gripping onto the food firmly, you prepare yourself to be attacked by a hug from him as this is usually how he greets you whenever he sees you. However, you feel a slight weight being lifted from your hands. You open one eye before turning to the side to see Haechan and Chenle excitedly running to the tables to put the food down and peeking inside.

You scoff

kids these days

Bowing and waving hi to the other members, Doyoung spots you and comes running up to you. He takes your hand and starts swinging it

“babe you didn’t have to, we were just about to order some food”

“don’t be silly, how could i not? you probably didn’t have time for a proper breakfast. all of you work really hard you know. plus i owe you guys from last time”

He smiles at you before leaning down to give you a kiss

“thanks babe, i love you” pinching your cheeks

“i love you too”

You hear Taeyong clap his hands to get everyone’s attention

“come on kids, let's do a few more practices before we go and eat. Y/N we won’t be long, promise!”

“don’t worry, you guys finish off your practice. i gotta get the rest of the food from my car”

Some of the boys laugh and say

“ohhh that’s good because what you brought in just now isn’t enough to feed all of us” “wow Y/N you’re really spoiling us” “ohhhh food fairy!!!”

You wave your hand around, telling them to go back to practice before you make your way to your car to grab the rest of the stuff

Placing the remaining food on the table, you sat on the side and watched them dance. Smiling to yourself, you thought about how you got to meet and become friends with such wonderful people

damn, what did i do to have these boys in my life

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[rookie-ramsey]

Curveball, Chapter 5 (Ethan X MC)

Description: Two months after the ski lodge, life throws them a big surprise.

Preview:  She felt movement in her stomach, stronger than she had before. Gasping softly, she grabbed Ethan’s hand and pressed it to her abdomen. “Wait a second. You may be able to feel them this time.”

Ethan held still. A few moments later, he could feel a little flutter against his palm. Unable to resist, his lips twisted into a smile. His eyes softened, more affectionate than she had ever seen before. Olivia grinned and rested her hand on top of his.

“If my phone wasn’t all the way over there, I’d take a picture of you right now because that’s the cutest facial expression I’ve ever seen on your face.”

Previous Chapter

At the halfway mark of her second trimester, Olivia was quite certain she doubled in size overnight.

Over time, Ethan’s spare bedroom turned into a storage space for nursery items. Once all of the furniture had been delivered, they picked out the paint for the walls. Ethan probably would have insisted on doing everything himself, but Olivia recruited help.

When there was a knock on the door, she opened it to let Bryce, Baz, and Zaid into the apartment. “Did you three carpool?”

Zaid sighed. “Unfortunately, yes. Certain occupants of the car felt the need to sing during the entire ride.”

Feigning offense, Bryce frowned. “What’s the point of driving anywhere if you’re not going to put on a concert?”

“You got a speeding ticket.”

“Which I’ll pay!” Bryce turned to Olivia. “Nursery Assistance Crew is here to help.”

“Good.” Olivia grinned and led the way to the spare room, where Ethan was opening the cans of light gray paint for the walls. Curious to see how things would play out, she leaned in the doorway to observe.

Bryce and Ethan carefully poured the paint into trays while Baz and Zaid spread drop cloths to protect the floor from spills. Once the floor was sufficiently protected, Ethan passed out paint brushes and rollers.

“If we each paint one wall, we’ll have the room painted quickly. We can paint the first layer and assemble the furniture while we wait for it to dry. It only takes a couple of hours.”

“Good delegation. Aye aye, Captain.” Bryce saluted with the paint roller, earning an eye roll in response. They each dipped their rollers in paint and started working on the walls. The first minute passed in silence before Bryce started a whistling. A moment later, Baz joined in.

Zaid let out a groan. “First the concert in the car and now this?”

Ethan rolled his eyes, focusing on painting. “If the two of you are going to whistle, could you not whistle Christmas music in August?”

“I could always whistle WAP,” Bryce suggested.

It only took a second for Ethan to shake his head. “No. Absolutely under no circumstances will you do that.”

Just as Ethan predicted, it didn’t take long for the four of them to place the first layer of paint. He wiped his hands on a towel and nodded in approval at their handiwork. “Not bad. We can put the furniture together while we wait.”

They opened the box that contained the first crib. Ethan spread the parts across the floor and eyed them, comparing them to the picture on the front of the box.

“Alright. I can handle this.”

Olivia pointed at the booklet lying on the floor. “There’s an instruction manual right there.”

“I don’t need it.”

Baz arched a brow. “Famous last words, boss.”

“You’ve read more books than the rest of us combined and you won’t read a manual? That’s a new level of stubborn.” Bryce smirked.

“The picture is guidance enough.” Ethan knelt down and sorted through the parts until he found the pieces that he presumed would compose the bottom frame. He linked them together, forming a crib-sized rectangle.

He then found the legs and attached them. So far, everything seemed to resemble the picture, so he reached for the screwdriver to tighten everything.

“And… crash.” Bryce laughed when his words timed almost perfectly with the collapse of the crib parts.

Ethan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I didn’t have the parts tight enough. Everything was correct.”

“I think this is why manuals are included in these things.”

“Those are always badly written with poor excuses of diagrams. They’re a waste of paper and time.” Ethan shook his head, picking up the fallen pieces.

“I bet you ten dollars I can build the other crib faster than you without looking at the instructions,” Bryce proposed.

“It’s a bet.”

Zaid rolled his eyes. “What are we supposed to do while you two participate in this competition? Just stand here and look pretty?”

Bryce nodded. “Got it in one, Dr. M! We need an audience.”

Ethan turned his head toward the door when the smell of warm butter permeated his senses. “When did you get popcorn?”

Olivia shrugged, scooping up a handful of the fluffy white kernels. “A few seconds after you decided not to look at the manual. I knew I was in for some entertainment.”

“It has been rather amusing.” Baz grinned, accepting a handful of popcorn when she offered him the bowl.

She sat on one of the furniture boxes and nestled the bowl on her lap. “I’m curious to see who actually builds a crib first without it collapsing.”

Bryce cracked his knuckles. “Ready?”

Olivia and Baz set timers on their phones. “Alright. The race is on in three… two… one… go!”

Rolling his eyes, Ethan started rummaging through the parts to determine which ones actually went together. After some careful matching, he successfully formed the base of the crib.

Working a little faster, Bryce fastened one of the crib legs. “I’m one move ahead of you, Ramsey. You’ll be eating my dust.”

Laughing, Olivia started dictating in her best impression of  a sports announcer's voice. “Lahela is just ahead of Ramsey, but will the fast results hold up?”

Ethan glanced up. “When did we become an Olympic sport?”

“Just now,” Olivia confirmed. “Extreme Crib Assembly is officially my favorite part of the Olympics.”

A few minutes later, Bryce stepped back from the crib and threw his hands up. “Done!”

Baz hit the button on his timer. “Thirteen minutes and twenty-seven seconds,” he confirmed just as Ethan finished.

“Thirteen minutes and twenty seconds.” Olivia rubbed her hands together. “The true test is to make sure both cribs are put together correctly. Bryce may have finished first, but if his crib has a problem, he still loses.”

“Never.” Bryce shook his head and handed her one of the instruction manuals so she could check over their finished cribs.

Olivia glanced from the booklet to the cribs, nodding as she confirmed that the parts on both cribs were in their proper places. She tried to give each one a firm shake, pleased when they remained steady.

“And it looks like both cribs are a success! This means Lahela wins by a narrow six seconds!”

“What do I win?”

“Ethan’s ten dollars and… the rest of this popcorn, because I want pizza.”

“I’ll take it.” Bryce accepted the bowl and grinned. “Looks like all those hours in the OR do help with putting furniture together.”

Sighing in defeat, Ethan reached into his wallet and surrendered a ten dollar bill to him. Once they had the cribs settled into their places, they worked on the changing table. Olivia left the room to order some pizzas, but quickly returned so she wouldn’t miss out on the banter occurring in the soon-to-be nursery.

It didn’t take the four of them long to assemble the changing table and rocking chairs.  When the pizzas arrived, they took a break and sat down at the kitchen table. Olivia bypassed the chair, opting instead to sit on Ethan’s lap. Instinctively, Ethan slipped his arm around her waist.

“How cute.” Baz grinned.

Bryce smiled mischievously. “Whipped.”

Zaid shrugged when Bryce and Baz turned to him as if they expected him to join in on the teasing. “No comment.”

“Oh, come on. Watching them is as fun as watching you and Ines.” Baz’s grin widened as his twin’s cheeks flushed.

Olivia chuckled, biting into a piece of pizza. “We are cute. I’ll accept your compliments.”

After lunch, she curled up on the couch to watch TV while everyone else finished the nursery. She dozed off, waking up when Ethan joined her on the couch.

“Hi. Did everyone go home?”

Ethan nodded and looped his arm around her. “We finished. I suppose that went faster than it would have if I’d tried to do it by myself.”

She felt movement in her stomach, stronger than she had before. Gasping softly, she grabbed Ethan’s hand and pressed it to her abdomen. “Wait a second. You may be able to feel them this time.”

Ethan held still. A few moments later, he could feel a little flutter against his palm. Unable to resist, his lips twisted into a smile. His eyes softened, more affectionate than she had ever seen before. Olivia grinned and rested her hand on top of his.

“If my phone wasn’t all the way over there, I’d take a picture of you right now because that’s the cutest facial expression I’ve ever seen on your face.”

He let out a low chuckle. “And give you a chance to put ridiculous filters on my face for the world to see? I don’t think so.”

“The world loves your face, ridiculous filters or not.”

Ethan’s hand rubbed gently against her stomach, earning another tiny motion in response. His brow knitted in thought. “It’s a little strange, how…. different this makes me feel.”

“Good different or bad different?”

“Good different,” Ethan assured her, smoothing his free hand over her hair. “It almost makes me wonder why I had worries about anything.”

“That’s good, because we’re halfway there.”

XXXXXX

Presents of every shape and size occupied their living room.

Between the balloons, streamers, and the huge banner, Olivia felt almost certain that an entire aisle of baby shower decorations had exploded in their apartment. She grinned and snagged a cookie from a platter.

“Sienna, everything looks delicious. It’s a good thing I’m eating for three, because I plan on eating at least one of everything,” she declared, licking icing from her fingers as Ethan joined them in the kitchen.

Sienna smiled as she put the finishing touches on a tower of cupcakes. “These were so much fun to make!”

“They look so cute. Every time I try to bake or cook, things go horribly wrong.”

“They really do, don’t they?” Ethan agreed, a teasing glint appearing in his eyes.

“It’s like the time she burnt Christmas cookies the day after Halloween.” Sienna grinned.

Ethan shook his head. “She beat that this year. She set off the smoke alarm making gingerbread men last week.”

Olivia feigned offense, putting her hands on her hips. “Are you two ganging up on me? Because I will get Naveen to help me taunt you, Ethan.”

“Don’t you already do that?”

“Well, yes. But I won’t hesitate.”  Shaking her head, Olivia finished her cookie and watched as their guests finished piling presents on the table. “What kind of shenanigans are we getting into today?”

“You’ll see,” Sienna promised.

Note: The rest of the baby shower takes place in the next chapter! Stay tuned!

Next Chapter

[gather-ye-sinners]

can we get uhhhhhh bucci gang dad headcanons like you did for la squadra? i’m soft for all of them. grazie💘

Ooooh hell yeah!! I’ve been stewing on these since I made La Squadad! Anytime baybee!!

Bucci Gang Parent Headcanons

Bruno Buccellati:

Tough love dad

You’ll have to remind him he’s not a capo at home

Good PTA dad.

Chaperones every field trip

He’ll make buccellati cookies for bake sales without fail.

Got called in once cuz his kid licked another kid

He didn’t know what the big deal was so you got sent.

Almost got kicked out of an aquarium for picking up a trilobite for his kid to touch.

He treats his kid to Libeccio’s after big events.

Often arranges opening night/pre-state dinner there for the cast/team.

Loves taking his kids out boating

He’d like four or five kids.

He’s always wanted a big family.

Leone Abbacchio:

Cares a lot about his kid.

Almost a doting father

Almost..

He’s the king of “Walk it off”

Swoops in on his kid like a bird if they get hurt

“You’re fine kiddo go play,” He says dusting them off, setting them upright and ruffling their hair.

A KarenTM on the downlow.

Will throw hands at a soccer match or if a bad word is said about his kid.

Puh-lease let him take your kids to see Operas, Concerts and Musicals.

 It’s his favorite form of bonding. A show, dinner and nice discussion on the drive home.

He used to sing the kids to sleep, but denies it.

Sometimes you can catch Moody Blues in his place if he’s too tired to do it.

He’d like one or two kids.

He’d like to name one after his dead partner.

Guido Mista:

Soccer Dad

The Pistols are his sons already he’s just used to it.

The Pistols become Mini Dads for his kids.

Dinner is hell tho cuz they’re still hungry gremlins.

“No Cinque they need to eat their vegetables!”

He’s very supportive of his kid.

Doesn’t care how old they get they will ride on his shoulders after games and performances.

Will convince them to let him carry them down the aisle like that.

He makes a lot of home videos.

He would like a big family anywhere from three to six kids

Just not four, that’s all he asks.

Narancia Ghirga:

Lowkey a bad dad

He spoils them because he doesn’t want them to be sad.

He’s mostly a fun dad.

He and your kid live at the park.

They play with Aerosmith.

Also a tag pro.

Stresses the importance of school and doing your best.

Over the moon if they decide to go to college.

Rewards all grades cuz they worked hard.

“You studied your ass of for that F! Let’s get pizza!”

Really excited if they join band or a dance team.

Learns choreography with them.

Takes them to lots of concerts.

Kills it at Father/Child dances.

Ideally wants two kids.

A Torture Dance takes three right?

Pannacotta Fugo:

Terrified of being a dad

Worried he’ll be terrible like his parents due to his anger issues.

Is a really good dad.

Let’s his child vent.

Trusts his Kid over anyone else.

Isn’t allowed within 30 feet of some people.

Really spoils his kid.

Books, movies, games, you name it.

Gets on Narancia’s case for doing the same.

He bonds really well with his kid.

Very Nurturing.

Cries if your child’s first word is “Papa.”

Really just wants your kid to feel safe and loved.

Reads them stories all the time.

One is enough for him.

Giorno Giovanna:

Most spoiled kid

Startlingly humble

Teaches his kids to appreciate nature.

Very protective of his kid.

Not to the point of being a helicopter dad.

Absolute PTA dad.

All of the PTA moms are split on whether he is a jerk or a hottie.

“This is a bake sale Karen not a from the store sale.”

Loves having his kids sit on his lap while he does paperwork.

His favorite thing to do is read his kids bed time stories or cuddle them to sleep.

A sleepy Giorno with a baby on his chest is a beautiful sight.

Preferably wants one or two kids.

Trish Una:

Her spoiling ability is seconded by Giorno’s

Once again very humble child

Is your kids go to with math or art homework.

Head of the Prom Committee

Helps organize all school dances really.

Co-ordinating outfit holiday cards are one of her favorite family activities.

Does that involve the entire Bucci Gang sometimes?

You bet your ass it does.

Has Helicopter mom tendencies

Tries not to be overbearing, but she just wants to be there for them.

Always kisses the kids goodnight.

Always even if she has to do it over face time.

Wants a big family 3-6 kids.

[bloom-bloom-pow]

everything i've written: 2 week celebration!

hi hi !! it's already been two weeks and i've made over 300 posts 🙈🙈 i compiled the summaries of my timestamps for you:

zoning out as your bf rants because you don't know how to tell him u wanna break up, listening to a playlist you made when you were dating, watching the stars under the sky, watching ur crush confess to another girl, sleeping on someones shoulder, betting on finding love, kissing in a grocery aisle, audio messages at 4am, “happiest people are the loneliest”, seeing you as their wallpaper, kissing sadness away, giving your sweater to someone, breaking up on your birthday, stopping your crush from going on a date, tying your shoelaces for you, rejecting bff in front of the entire school, eating curly fries together, dancing in the rain together, kissing bruises away, tucking you into bed sheets, being sunkissed in the flowers, filling up grocery cart with snacks, kissing in a tree, seeing a playlist named after you, facetiming your bf, different takes on your first kiss, drawing with chalk, possessive kisses in public, applying chapstick and asking for a kiss, getting lost at a concert so you hold hands, drawing a heart on your leg cast, getting stuck on a ferris wheel, accidentally feeding ducks bread, third wheeling, talking about waffles at 2am, building a snowman, playing board games until the sun rises, burning popcorn, dancing to a song but falling, flipping pancakes at 6am, “did i forget anything?” “yeah a kiss”, wishing a wish because of a ladybug, brushing your hair, laying on your shoulder in a taxi, poking dimples and blowing kisses, barista x idol meet again, strangers sleeping next to each other on the bus, tracing hearts in the sand, messing up hot chocolate, a confession while viewing the city, “can i have a pic of you to send to my mom?”, giving each other temporary tats, sitting on haunted swings, blanket fort, first kiss, my heart says i love you but i shouldn’t, losing your best friend over an argument, giving you clothes to wear but they’re running out, eating your freshly baked cookies, watching a horror movie together, coworker walks you to your desk, convincing you that teleporting is better than reading minds, cute pet shop worker convinces you to buy 50 goldfish, young love at the market, bringing a teddy bear for your birthday, falling asleep in your arms, making the first move when playing with their hair, bad boy au leads you to back of an alley.. to take care of cats, first impressions turn into confession, “i can’t win you over”, breaking your friendship necklace and walking away, “it hurts pretending i dont have feelings for u”, secretly dating their brother, sleeping next to each other, hyping them up, eating your pizza crusts, giving you their jacket, “don’t give me space. that’s the last thing i want with you”, crush/bff caught with another girl, prom proposal goes wrong, making a wish over shooting star, fireplace kisses, first snow confessions, love calculator, existential questions at midnight, missing you while they sleep, word of the day, holding hands and watching sunset, sharing umbrellas, a song written easily, indirect kisses, home sweet home, “promise me you’ll be with me forever, okay?” AND THATS IT !!

please send me an ask about any of them and i'll give you the timestamp and some background info or a story about it! <3 thank you for almost 9000 notes and almost 300 followers, i appreciate you all <3

[kpopchangedmylife44]

Ateez: honeymoon thread

Hello fellow atinys, my blog reached 500 followers and I would like to thank everyone, who enjoys my stories 🥺 I’m really happy that someone out there gets to read them and it maybe put a smile on their face ☺️ So this is a 500 follower special. It’s a long thread and also kind of a sequel of my wedding post. I planned it for quite some time, but I also procrastinated and everything was overwhelming in life. Now I’m back (kinda) and will start to work on the requests I got. ✨

Hongjoong

Planning: although you both were extremely tired, you insisted to plan everything yourself, so it turned out exactly how you imagined

Location: Italy

Accommodation: several cozy hotels in bigger cities

Food: it’s Italy so you can bet your ass there is a lot of pizza, spaghetti and ice cream involved

Activities:

- you would start your honeymoon in Rome, where you wander around and fall in love with the city

- the architecture and museums are extremely beautiful, so you’re even more happy that you get to experience it with Hongjoong

- visiting Verona and pretending you were Romeo and Juliet (but with a happy ending)

- eating a lot and wearing comfortable clothes as you walk around so much

- Hongjoong is particular affectionate during this trip as he showers you with compliments all the time and never lets go of your hand

- exploring Venice by boat and singing some dramatic song that you once heard in a opera

- wearing couple jackets he designed himself which feature your initials 🥺

- he filmed parts of the trips as he would like to make a short film, which you could enjoy afterwards

Seonghwa

Planning: since you both hated it, you were hiring someone to do it for you, at least you had prepared a mood board and the general direction of your trip

Location: south of France

Accommodation: fancy all the way, either a really nice hotel or a little castle (or chateau how you say it in French)

Food: grapes in the form of wine

Activities:

- prepare yourself for the luxurious trip of a lifetime

- you’re arriving there and everything is ready for you both

- first are reFrEsHMents (which means alcohol)

- full course meals (and yes, this includes your husbands looks)

- boat trips and visiting tiny islands for the day

- taking a lot of selfies

- enjoying the sun and the food (and Seonghwa in swimwear)

- skinny dipping in the sea

- hot nights in the hot tub

- testing wine and feeling a little pretentious

- visiting a chateau and running around there like a music video

- Seongwha saying ,,so ha“ when he sees you

- kisses your hand and hair all the time and is more clingy (or thirsty) than usual

Yunho

Planning: you try to plan without the stressful part, so you ask a professional for help and it’s really smooth from this point on

Location: nationalparks in the USA

Accommodation: small hotels along the road (not Motels)

Food: normal restaurants, but also a lot of burgers

Activities

- it’s like a roadtrip, but way more comfortable

- you sleep in cozy little hotels and visit some bigger cities along the way

- wandering around the nature with Yunho is actually really fun

- although he is quite hyper around everyone he enjoys the calmness of your trip

- always holding your hand and kissing you

- you visit several national parks like Yosemite and could gaze at the stars during the night

- englishi Time

- he is no longer yunhoe bit yunhusband (i’m sorry)

- buys dumb souvenirs like mood rings which you religiously wear from then on

- thought that he saw a bear and almost started crying

- singing really loudly in the forest

- oh and also outdoor sex

Yeosang

Planning: 8 months before the trip, but he actually always had ideas; planned his wedding and honeymoon years ago when he first met you, he also made a mood board and it helped a lot

Location: Japan during the cherry blossom

Accommodation: a traditional house with a lot of privacy, an onsen but also room service, does not look like a hotel but has all the privileges

Food: lots of chicken; Japanese dishes, but also snacks whenever you go out to explore

Activities

- you would first explore Tokyo and visit everything the city has to offer

- as the city is really beautiful but also hectic, you would visit Nara-park and pet the deers to relax

- you would let some street artist paint a portrait of you both as it’s a really fun idea to remember the trip

- shiba inus everywhere and Yeosang melts every time he sees one of them

- ,,Look at how cute they are. We need to adopt at least one in the future“ (and you would, because they are so adorable)

- fotoshootings with the cherry blossom

- after a week in the urban area you would travel along the coast

- Yeosang rented a car for it and you stayed at different hotels along the way, which you also booked prior

- you visited a little island where a lot of bunnys live and had the best time there

- Yeosang always buys souvenirs whenever you visit a new city or attraction

- he especially loves the postcards as he plans to do a collage with them for your honeymoon fotobook

- driving along the coast would be peaceful and filled with laughter, Yeosang giggling to himself and feeling like all of this might as well be a dream

- ,,I never knew it was possible to love someone so much until I met you“

San

Planning: you booked the trip 6 months prior and you gradually became more and more excited for it, although both of you aren’t really into planning, you did it with a lot of excitement and talked about it for hours on end

Location: South Africa

Accommodation: a huge wooden house in the middle of a resort that focuses on reserving the wildlife

Food: a huge variety of fruits and meat, the dinner is a feast every single day of your stay (and so is your husband)

Activities:

- the journey itself would be really cute as you were flying first class and cuddled all the way until you arrived

- San even mumbled in his sleep how excited he was to finally go

- when you arrived you took it really easy, just relaxing at the resort, which also had huge beds and a stunning outdoor area with a whirlpool

- the first evening you relaxed in that whirpool, while spotting some giraffes in the distance and it just hit you like ,,Wow, look how amazing life could be” (bish, I wish)

- you never really believed that you would ever be this happy, finding someone that you loved and going on adventures with him but here you are

- and of course San felt it too, but you just sat there enjoying it, holding hands and not saying anything

- the next couple of days included going on safari, climbing a mountain, standing under a waterfall and chasing sunsets

- it was the perfect balance between adventure and relaxing

- because of your husband you always felt a calmness by his presence

- ,,I wish we could do this all over again, San.“

- ,,Well, we have the rest of our lives to go on adventures like this.“ 🥺🥺🥺

Mingi

Planning: like the wedding itself it happened quite fast without much planning

Location: Australia

Accommodation: several hotels as you also rented a car

Food: some really strange exotic food, but mostly real meals with the occasional burger and cocktails

Activities

- the focus is on having fun, enjoying every moment and just going with the flow

- after all its Mingi, who has a lot of spontaneous ideas

- why not go snorkeling or run naked around the beaches?

- or that time he was convinced that he saw a shark and you both panicked and screamed (but it was a dolphin)

- going to a concert at the beach and dancing until your feet hurt and he has to carry you

- also sleeping at the same beach as you two were too drunk to find the way back to the hotel

- Mingi being extra clingy and giving some people the stink eye, who look too enthusiastically at you

- he wrote a rap for you (inspired by your honeymoon) and performed it by the ocean

- it’s like having the best trip of your life and realising it doesn’t end when you get home, because having Mingi as your husband is a great adventure and he spends every day trying to make you laugh and love life

Wooyoung

Planning: the location itself was decided a long time ago, but the activities are more spontaneous, just going with the flow

Location: Iceland

Accommodation: first in a hotel, then in a mobile home

Food: fresh food like fish and also a lot of snacks

Activities:

- your honeymoon and accommodation were a little unconventional

- you started in the city of Reyjkavic and visited the touristy sights

- you stumbled around the Icelandic phallological museum and decided to go inside for the lols (and had a lot of giggles)

- after a few days in the city you ventured out to the beautiful nature of Iceland

- it started at the blue lagoon, which was the most relaxing thing and you were just hanging out and sipping slushees (they are really good, I had the time of my life lmao)

- then you drive around and it feels like absolute freedom

- you feel like exploring a whole new world as they are a lot of waterfalls and geysers

- Wooyoung feels like he is falling in love with you even more (if that’s even possible) and if he hadn’t already, he would marry you then and there again

- star gazing as there is no air pollution and it’s amazing how many stars there actually are

- visiting the diamond beach, which sparkles and has you feeling like little kids

- long morning snuggles and random hugs throughout the day

- and he would also be your personal photographer and scream how cute you are

- your honeymoon would also include really random stuff (like the penis museum) like skateboarding in the middle of nowhere (like Walter Mitty - the absolute legend) or hiking because you felt like it

- never a dull moment with your husband that’s for sure

Jongho

Planning: he wanted everything to be perfect so you started pretty early (1 year before)

Location: England

Accommodation: small hotels with cozy interior

Food: pretty normal food, you also tried fish & chips once (and it was nothing special)

Activities:

- would hold your hand during the whole flight

- you started your honeymoon in London which you loved at first sight

- the hotel was really central, so you could walk to a lot of sights

- London by night was magical and you visited many museums which had great artwork and were free

- theater nights and going for a walk along the Thames

- after a week you started to explore the cities around London like Oxford, Brighton and Cambridge

- and everything was so stunning and with Jongho by your side you could literally cry, because does it get much better than this??? (well no)

- Jongho declares his love for you at least once a day and although it was so cheesy it still got you giggling and feeling all mushy inside

- he loves all the old buildings and biscuits, so you would probably visit again sometime

- it’s a really nice and somehow relaxing trip although you get to explore so much

[sweetcheol]

college boyfriend!seungkwan

—genre: fluff

—au: college, neighbors 

—pairing: boo seungkwan x reader

—song to listen to while reading: the sound — the 1975

—word count: 2.4k

—warning(s): mentions of sex, a bit of cursing.

you really, really liked your apartment sometimes.

the complex was located only a street down from university, which meant that no matter how many times your alarm had not gone off, you still hadn’t been late to as many classes as one would expect.

you also had a pretty spacious kitchen, which didn’t amount to much to be honest, considering you barely had time to cook an actual meal and almost always opted for take out or instant noodles instead.

you had massive windows in the living room, which was extremely nice during the day and almost just as nice during the night (considering you actually got a nice view of the city from the fifth floor).

but you also really, really hated your apartment sometimes.

the elevator almost never worked, which was good for your health but was also pretty annoying considering the amount of stairs you had to climb to get to your floor.

the windows got stuck frequently, and no matter how many times you had tried to get it fixed, they just didn’t bulge.

and well, the walls. they were nice and in good condition, but they were annoyingly thin.

and, to be fair, it didn’t seem to be such a big problem at first.

because well, you liked your neighbors.

sure, you’d hear the music coming from the apartment next door and occasional stupid arguments, but it was nothing you couldn’t handle.

hansol and chan were fun neighbors.

you once had coffee with hansol when the rain had trapped you both in the same coffee shop, and discovered you had a lot in common.

and chan had once helped you carry your stuff home after you had ran into each other on the street.

they were pretty nice.

and living next to them was well, pretty nice.

but then the third one moved in.

and boy.

oh boy.

you never saw him.

but your new neighbor, named seungkwan, had the most beautiful (and more importantly, loudest) voice you had ever heard.

which you would have appreciated under other circumstances, you were sure.

after all, well, he was a pretty good singer.

one that had the annoying habit of showering almost exclusively at midnight (or so it seemed), while singing at the top of his lungs.

the songs he almost always chose were ones that pretty much showed off his amazingly extensive vocal range.

you were impressed.

but most of all, you were impressed at how much you managed to keep your frustration to yourself.

because well, as a college student, midnight was a time you either spend studying, sleeping, or watching your drama as an attempt to relax from your day.

activities that didn’t need seungkwan’s singing as a background noise.

most of the times you didn’t actually mind.

like sure, you once told hansol about it and received an equally annoyed “dude but i’m the one that gets to live with him” in return.

which, like everything else, you just let pass.

until one night you had gone home from having one of those days, that left you practically breaking down the moment you walked past the door.

and it had been the night seungkwan had decided to bless your entire floor with his rendition of opera.

so you did the only thing you could think about.

you waited until the water stopped, made your way to your neighbor’s apartment, and banged on the door.

and to your surprise, it wasn’t hansol or chan who opened the door, but the one person you wanted to see.

“hi,” he greeted you, a smile on his lips.

“hi,” you answered back. “i uh, live next door,”

“oh yeah, hansol has told me about you,”

“really?”

“yeah. said you once dropped coffee on his lap.”

“it was an accident, jesus,”

“hehe yeah. anyways, i’m seungkwan.”

“(y/n)”

you ended up seeing seungkwan a lot after that.

more like, he had asked for your number and had begun to talk a lot after that.

and no matter how much hanson and chan, along with your roomates minghao ane jun, started bugging the two of you about it, you insisted you were just friends.

you were, weren’t you? seungkwan was a friendly person. it mafe sense you guys were just friends.

on his end, at least. because, well. maybe you did end up blushing a lil when you saw his name flash up on your screen.

and maybe you did look forward to when you’d go out for coffee, or for a walk, or literally whatever, no matter how many times you told yourself it was not a date.

only, seungkwan felt the exact same way you did.

and it was painfully obvious to everyone else.

minghao and jun actually had a bet going with hansol and chan on who would ask the other one out first (the loser would have to put their flat up for a party).

but well, seungkwan and you were fairly oblivious.

and then one day he saw you walking home from uni.

but you weren’t alone, and seungkwan noticed the way the blonde boy you were walking with kept on looking at you with a huge smile on his face.

and then you and your friend had finally parted ways and you met with seungkwan on the stairs.

“i didn’t know you were friends with jeonghan.”

“uh, he’s in my lit class. you know him?”

“a bit. we have some friends in common. are you... good friends?”

“you could say that, i guess. we’re going on a date tonight.”

seungkwan swore his heart broke a bit at your words.

because hell, he’d been too late. he had just wanted to take his time, see if maybe you liked him back, but he had made a mistake.

and it’s not like he was spying you or anything, but he had walked out of his flat to pick up his mail when you were leaving for your date... and wow.

you had turned and waved at him, and he had just stared at you as you left the building, a blush on his cheeks and a bitter taste in his mouth.

because you looked absolutely gorgeous.

but you were on a date with another guy.

or you were supposed to go on a date with another guy, at least.

because jeonghan’s car had broken down before he got to the restaurant you were supposed to meet.

it wasn’t his fault, and you weren’t angry at him, but it still upset you a little bit. 

but what upset you the most was the way you couldn’t stop thinking about seungkwan, not even when you were supposed to go an a date with your very attractive classmate.

so you assured jeonghan it was okay, asked if he needed any help and he told you he didn’t, ordered a bit of food to go (it was your favorite restaurant anyways). 

you were practically sweating the entire way back to your complex.

and the small blush on your cheeks was still there.

even when you knocked on seungkwan’s door and not on yours, the blush on your cheeks was still there.

“is seungkwan home?” you had asked chan he opened the door.

he couldn’t get his eyes off the plastic bags on your hand, so you gave him your box of fries when he nodded and let you in.

“it’s the door on the right! next to the bathroom!” chan had told you, smiling wide and starting to eat his way through his fries.

you didn’t want to intrude, and didn’t have to, because seungkwan’s door opened a bit when he heard chan’s indication to his room.

“oh... hey (y/n),”

“hope you haven’t had dinner yet, ‘cause i got a lot of food for us to go through,”

“i could always help you out if you don’t finish it all you know”

“shut uP chan”

and you noticed, with seungkwan wearing a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie and hair still damp from the shower, that you liked him.

you really liked him.

“so, how was the date?” he asked while sitting down on his bed, trying his best to not let out just how jealous he was. 

“we didn’t actually - he didn’t go,”

“he stood you up? i might punch him the next time i see him at seungcheol’s. no, i will punch him.”

“no, he uh - had car problems. it’s alright, he let me know early.”

“i thought - the food...”

“i got it for us”

and if seungkwan liked you before, he liked you even more now.

hell, he really liked you.

“oh”

it all went down from there.

and just like it had been before, it was fairly obvious to everyone around you that you two were not just friends anymore. 

no matter how much he had blushed that night in his room after you’d shared a slice of your favorite strawberry cheesecake and he had kissed your lips so softly you thought he didn’t, seungkwan does NOT fear pda.

he sees you at uni? he kisses you.

the two of you meet at your apartment’s lobby? he kisses you.

the two of you go out for dinner? he kisses you.

you two are hanging out with your friends and jeonghan appears? he kisses you.

his arm is always around your shoulder anyways, and he’s a bit taller than you, so kissing you when you walk through the city is fairly easy for him.

he is actually. the clingiest boyfriend. in the history of boyfriends.

texts you 24/7.

half of the time he’s talking about how much he loves being with you so it’s okay.

does super corny things sometimes like sending you flowers with cute little notes on them.

he just really wants you to know how much he appreciates you. 

you know those free concerts you got before you got together? yes, you get them even more often now.

he calls them serenades now though.

you’re making breakfast together after sleeping at his place? he “serenades” you.

you’re studying together for an upcoming test of yours? he “serenades” you.

you’re out shopping? he “serenades” you.

“seungkwan this is literally the middle of zara.”

“ah, you love my voice.”

and you do. just maybe not when you’re literally in the middle of zara.

but he is also the sweetest.

he cares so much about you.

kinda nags at you sometimes, but it’s always for the best.

“have you eaten yet? should i order a pizza or something?”

“we had pizza last night.”

“yeah but we can have pizza tonight as well. i don’t think you’ve eaten yet, did you?”

thanks to him you’ve never gone to bed after 2 a.m. on your free nights anyways.

the only times you do is when you watch a drama together though.

and does he loooove drama nights.

he sings along to every. single. ost.

kind of serves since he’s a drama major anyways (and seem to only ever do musicals).

you two rehearse a lot together.

or well, he rehearses with you watching him intently and clapping at every single scene (because you can’t sing for life).

you’re always front row and centre at every single production he’s in.

smiles wiiiiiide when he sees you cheering for him.

he’s the exact same way for you though.

he’s always there for you. 

literally the most supportive boyfriend.

gets super flustered when anyone asks if you’re together.

but somehow always makes sure he tells everyone else you’re together.

it’s the duality.

and you find it adorable so you probably end up kissing his cheek, which makes him even more flustered.

and even happier because well, now everyone knows you’re together. 

took things super slow for the first months of your relationship.

but he grew out of it as time flew by.

sweet and slow make-out sessions are a must after a long day.

low-key said he loved you during one of those.

your lips were plump, and your hair a mess, and he had never seen such a beautiful sight.

“i love you,”

“i love you too,”

you guys make love much more than you have sex.

he’s just a big romantic.

lots of hand holding too.

kisses you the whole. time. 

the kind of moans that are muffled by kissing and mixed with a lot of sweet little nothings.

a pretty vanilla kind of lover.

still a veryyyy passionate lover though.

your pleasure comes first don’t even try to argue with him.

amazing ! at oral.

and loves it.

both to give it and to receive it (but likes giving more).

praise!kink.

especially when it’s you praising him.

loves missionary because it grants him a lot of kisses.

is a huge fan of having you riding him too as well (esp when you bend down and kiss him right in the middle of it).

he just reallyyyyyy likes kissing you, okay?

anyways. seungkwan loves showing you off.

and will show you off when he gets the chance. 

gets super sassy about it though.

“kwannie it’s okay, everyone knows we’re a couple anyways.”

“a couple? baby, we’re the couple.”

ever heard of (y/n)? your name is baby now. sometimes it’s love, or honey, but mostly baby.

low-key got u matching sweatshirts or something.

they’re probs just pain black sweatshirts.

but they’re the same !!!

matching lockscreens.

it was probably his idea but it’s super cute.

probably has you saved as my love or something of the sort.

a lot karaoke dates.

you drag minghao, jun, chan and hansol with you, too.

seungkwan always ends up showing off though.

“this one’s for my baby!”

“dude, literally every single one has been for your baby”

“shut uP chan”

would, will, and have fought people for you.

like that time you were having dinner with the boys and hansol winked at you over the table as a joke.

seungkwan literally went ノಠ_ಠノ the moment he noticed.

“don’t even try me hansol chwe, i know where you live.”

“you live there.”

“exactly.”

then you kiss him and he’s like (◠‿◠✿)

anyways.

he really, really loves you. 

the sweetest, sassiest, most caring boyfriend.

i want to date college bf!seungkwan :( 

[thevims2]

Lazlo/Tank and Ripp Grunt pls ☀️🌧️🥘⚽📰💻📗📕🎒🔮 thank you :)

here you go!

Lazlo:

☀️ i think hes a summer kind of guy.... he enjoys taking a break from work, meeting the rest of his family, bbqs, going to the pool, concerts... he has a good time and pretty intense summers every year

🌧️ he doesnt have a real fave weather, but he probably enjoys when its sunny a little bit more than anything else, rain bums him out a bit

🥘 pizza, of course. with a ridiculous amount of toppings

⚽ he HATES sports. HATES THEM!

📰 he doesnt read the newspaper often, but when he does he usually skims the current events, only to skip straight to the cartoon strips

💻 reddit maybe? idk something like that. a public forum where he chats with random people.

📗 i think chemistry? or anything related to science, he and his brothers used to bring class projects together, even if they were in different classes

📕 p.e. goes without saying

🎒 i think astronomy? or chemistry maybe

🔮 he's my fave curious brother :)

Ripp:

☀️ he likes fall, loves seeing the landscape change around and also the feeling of a fresh start he gets on his first day of school. that feeling is already gone on his second day.

🌧️ he probably likes sunny weather too, but he likes to be edgy and say that he loves the rain, and walking under it with no umbrella, its so fun. and then johnny and ophelia get to watch the sad spectacle of him getting soaked during a downpour, just to be dramatic

🥘 his dad only feeds him military rations which have no flavor whatsoever, so he loves eating out at his friends places. he especially love olive's cooking, shes makes rich and complex dishes

⚽ i feel like hed be good at athletics, like running or high jumps, but he doesnt want to try cause he knows his dad would put too much pressure on him

📰 he goes straight to the comic strips, skipping anything else before and throwing away the newspaper after

💻 i think he likes spending a lot of time watching youtube videos, especially video essays that monopolize his attention for hours on hand

📗 maths, hes really good at it

📕 p.e

🎒 i think hed keep studying maths, or change field completely and go study something art related

🔮 hes probably one of those persons who tries too hard to be funny sometimes, and hes always kind of loud

Tank:

☀️ he probably never thought about it, and doesnt even care that much, but i bet he enjoys when spring comes again, and he doesnt have to excercise through the mud anymore

🌧️ he likes sunny weather too because again, no mud while excercising. he probably likes when its overcasted a little bit too, cause at least its not that hot?

🥘 this poor boy is dying for some lasagna, or some kind of casserole.

⚽ he loves sports and is pretty good at all of them. hes in the football team

📰 he has to get the newspaper out of the bin and reads only the sports section, only to throw it away again

💻 he doesnt use his pc often. probably facebook, or google.com

📗 p.e. of course, but hes also good in english lit, for some reason

📕 maths. ripp has to tutor him every week, something that neither of them likes

🎒 he skipped college to join the military :////

🔮 he lost a fight with johnny once. he begged the other to keep it a secret