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natsaffection · 3 months ago

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I have a platonic, non smut request if you’re down! Nat x fem!reader, they’re a couple and live in a neighborhood w a girl who’s young (5 or smth) . The girl is sweet and has lemonade stands in front of her house n stuff so that’s how nat and reader interact w her. One day, the girl runs to nat and reader’s house, banging on the door begging to be let in because her mom’s boyfriend beat her up or was threatening to. Nat and reader let her in immediately and go into protection mode, even when the bf starts spitting lies, blaming the girl.

This was inspired by a video I saw where a neighbor was protecting a girl and thought it would work perfectly w nat given her own red room history n stuff. I feel like she would tolerate no BS. I know this is very different from what u normally write so I hope it’s ok 🫶

Through Darkness | N.R

Warnings: Domestic Violants, Threatening to hurt a child, mentioned of Bruises, Happy end!!

Word count: 5,4k

A/n: That was the sweetest thing I've ever written. But I needed help, so I watched We Bought a Zoo with Scarlett while I was writing.🫂

Natasha leaned against the kitchen counter, drinking a glass of water. Her sharp eyes watched you as you bustled around the kitchen, preparing dinner. The scent of fresh basil and tomatoes filled the room, making the house feel even more like a home. It had been a few months since they moved into this quiet neighborhood. After everything Natasha had been through, the chaos and destruction, the idea of a peaceful life seemed foreign to her. But here, with you by her side, she began to understand what peace could feel like.

“Dinner’s almost ready!” you said, looking up from the pot you were stirring. Your smile was one Natasha had grown fond of. Warm, welcoming, and full of love. It was a smile that made Natasha’s heart ache with how much you meant to her. She smiled back, setting down her glass and moving to stand next to you. “It smells fantastic. You always manage to make something special out of so little.”

You chuckled softly. “Years of practice. Plus, I had to learn to keep up with you.” Before Natasha could respond, a high-pitched voice outside caught her attention. “Lemonade! Fresh lemonade! Only fifty cents a cup!”

Both of you turned to the window that overlooked the front yard. There, on the sidewalk across the street, stood a little girl, no older than five. Her brown curls bounced as she enthusiastically waved a homemade sign. Next to her was a small table with a pitcher of lemonade and a few paper cups. You smiled affectionately. “She’s out there almost every day. Have you seen her?” Natasha nodded. “Yes, I’ve noticed her a few times. Sweet kid.”

“Let’s go say hello.” you suggested, already wiping your hands on a dish towel. “And maybe grab some lemonade.” Natasha hesitated for a moment, but the gentle encouragement in your eyes was enough. “Alright.” she agreed with a smile.

Together, you left the house and crossed the street. The little girl’s face lit up as she saw you approaching. “Hi!” she called out cheerfully, her brown eyes sparkling with excitement. “Do you want some lemonade?” You knelt down to her level, your smile gentle. “We’d love some. What’s your name, little one?”

“I’m Lily!” the girl said proudly, carefully pouring lemonade into two cups. Natasha handed her a dollar bill. “Keep the change, Lily.” Her eyes widened, and she beamed at Natasha. “Thank you! My mom says it’s important to save money, and I want to buy a new doll.”

“That’s a great goal.” you said, taking a cup from Lily. “I’m Y/n, and this is Natasha. We live right across the street.”

“Are you married?” Lily asked innocently, and her question caught Natasha off guard. You laughed softly and glanced at Natasha. “Not yet, but maybe one day.” Natasha felt a warmth spread through her chest at your words. She had never thought about marriage before, but the idea didn’t seem so far-fetched now.

Lily nodded seriously, as if your answer made perfect sense. “You should be. You’re both really nice.” Natasha and you exchanged a look, both touched by the child’s innocent wisdom. You stayed with Lily for a few more minutes, chatting about her lemonade business and the dolls she wanted to buy. Natasha found herself relaxing more than she had in weeks, and the simple joy of the moment eased some of the tension she had been carrying.

As you said your goodbyes and headed back to your house, you took Natasha’s hand and intertwined your fingers. “She’s sweet, isn’t she?” Natasha nodded. “Yes, she is. She reminds me that there’s good in the world.” You squeezed her hand gently. “And that’s exactly what we’re fighting for.” Natasha smiled, feeling a sense of peace spread through her. In this quiet neighborhood, with you by her side and a little girl selling lemonade, she realized that maybe, just maybe, she had found a place where she truly belonged.

The days settled into a pleasant rhythm. Natasha and you looked forward to the moments when you would see Lily, her bright smile and cheerful energy a welcome addition to your lives. Often, you would stop by her lemonade stand, sometimes just to chat, and other times to enjoy the simple pleasure of a cold drink on a warm day.

One Saturday afternoon, you decided to take a walk through the nearby park. The sun was high in the sky, casting a warm light over the tree-lined paths. The scent of blooming flowers filled the air, and the laughter of children echoed from a nearby playground. As you walked hand in hand, Natasha noticed a familiar figure in the distance. Lily was skipping along the path, holding hands with a woman who must have been her mother. The woman was tall and slender, with the same brown curls as Lily, though hers were tied up in a loose bun. She had a kind face, but Natasha couldn’t miss the weariness in her eyes.

You waved to them, and Lily’s face lit up when she recognized you. “Natasha! Y/N!” she called, pulling her mother along behind her. Natasha and you smiled as you approached, exchanging a warm greeting with the little girl. Lily’s mother smiled politely, but there was a slight tension in her posture, as if she were carrying a burden no one else could see. “Hello.” you said kindly. “It’s nice to finally meet you. I’m Y/n, and this is Natasha.”

The woman nodded, a small, somewhat forced smile on her lips. “I’m Rachel. Lily talks about you two all the time. She’s always excited to see you.” Lily beamed up at her mother. “They’re my best customers!”

Natasha laughed, kneeling down to Lily’s level. “And you’re our favorite lemonade seller.” Lily giggled, clearly pleased with the attention. As Natasha stood back up, she noticed Rachel’s gaze flick nervously over her shoulder. She followed Rachel’s eyes and saw a man standing a few steps away, his hands deep in his pockets, watching them. He was tall and broad shouldered, his expression unreadable, but something about the way he looked at Rachel made Natasha uneasy.

Rachel’s smile faltered a little, and she quickly looked back at you and Natasha. “That’s Mark, my.. boyfriend." she said, her voice a little strained. Mark nodded in greeting, but his eyes never left Rachel. Natasha felt a wave of discomfort rising in her. She had spent years honing her instincts, learning to pick up on the smallest signs of danger, and right now, every instinct was telling her that something was off.

You, always attuned to Natasha’s moods, noticed the subtle shift in her posture. You glanced at her questioningly, but she gave a barely perceptible shake of her head. Not here, not now. “Are you headed to the playground?” you asked in a light, casual tone, trying to diffuse the tension. Rachel nodded, her grip on Lily’s hand tightening. “Yes, Lily loves the playground. We try to come on weekends.”

“That’s great..” you replied, smiling at Lily. “Maybe we’ll see you around more often.” Lily looked up at her mother eagerly. “Can we play with them, Mama? Please?” she asked, her eyes hopeful as she gazed at her Mama. But she hesitated, casting a nervous glance at Mark, who only gave a slight nod of his head. “Maybe another time, sweetheart. We need to head home soon.”

Lily pouted a little but didn’t argue, sensing her mother’s unease. “Okay…” she said softly. Natasha’s heart ached at the sight of the disappointed little girl. She wanted to ask Rachel if everything was okay, if there was anything they could do to help, but she knew better than to push. Instead, she gave Lily a reassuring smile. “We’ll see you soon, okay?” Lily nodded, her smile returning, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Okay! Bye, Natasha! Bye, Y/N!”

“Goodbye!” you called as you parted ways and continued down the path. As you walked further along the trail, Natasha’s thoughts kept circling back to what she had just witnessed. Something wasn’t right about the whole encounter, especially in the way Rachel and Mark interacted. It wasn’t just protectiveness or possessiveness in Mark’s eyes..there was something darker, something that set off alarm bells in Natasha’s mind.

You gently squeezed Natasha’s hand, pulling her out of her thoughts. “What’s wrong?” you asked quietly, your voice filled with concern. Natasha cast one last glance back in the direction where Rachel, Lily, and Mark had disappeared. “I’m not sure..” she said softly. “But I’m going to find out.”

You nodded, trusting Natasha’s instincts implicitly. “Do you think she’s in trouble?” Natasha didn’t answer right away. She was trying to piece together the puzzle in her head, figuring out what exactly had triggered her discomfort. “Maybe..” she finally said. “Or maybe I’m just being paranoid. But I can’t shake the feeling that something’s wrong.”

You frowned, your worry growing. “If you think something’s wrong, we should do something. We can’t just ignore it.” Natasha nodded, her jaw setting in determination. “We won’t. But we have to be careful. If there’s really something going on, we don’t want to make it worse.” As you continued your walk, the warmth of the sun on your back, Natasha’s thoughts kept returning to Rachel and Lily. She couldn’t shake the feeling that the peace they had found in this quiet neighborhood was more fragile than it seemed. And if something threatened that peace, Natasha was ready to do whatever it took to protect the people she cared about.

The night was quiet and still, with the moon casting a soft, silver glow over the neighborhood. Natasha and you slept peacefully in your bed, your bodies nestled close together, the gentle sound of your breathing the only noise in the room. The calm of the night seemed to envelop you, offering a rare moment of complete tranquility.

But that peace was abruptly shattered by frantic knocking at the front door. Natasha was the first to stir, her finely tuned instincts kicking in immediately. In an instant, she was out of bed, pulling on a shirt as she moved, her senses on high alert. You were awake a second later, your heart racing at the sound.

“Natasha?” you called softly as you quickly threw something on as well. “Stay here,” Natasha instructed, but you followed her downstairs anyway.

The knocking at the door grew more desperate, and Natasha felt a cold fear settling in her stomach. She motioned for you to stay back as she approached the door, but the moment she heard the sobbing of a child, all caution was forgotten. She flung the door open to find Lily standing there, her face streaked with tears, her small body trembling in the cool night air.

“Lily!” you exclaimed in shock, immediately kneeling down to be at eye level with the girl. “Sweetheart, what happened? Why are you out here?” Lily looked up at you, her lip quivering, but she said nothing. She shook her head and took a small step back, as if afraid to enter the house.

Natasha’s heart broke at the sight of the terrified little girl. She knelt beside you, her voice gentle and calm. “Lily, it’s okay. You’re safe here. No one will hurt you.” But Lily’s eyes were still wide with fear, and she clung to her stuffed animal. She was trembling so much that she could barely stand.

You gently placed a hand on Lily’s arm. “You don’t have to be scared, Lily. You can tell us what happened. We just want to help.” For a moment, Lily seemed torn between her fear and her trust in the two of you. She glanced back at the dark street, her breath catching as if she were reliving whatever had driven her to your doorstep. Then, slowly, she took a hesitant step forward and allowed you to pull her into a warm embrace.

Lily buried her face in your shoulder, her small body shaking with silent sobs. “H-He was..he was so angry..?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Natasha exchanged a worried look with you, her protective instincts flaring. “Who was angry, Lily?” she asked gently, though she already had a sinking feeling in her stomach. Lily clung to you, her small hands gripping your shirt as if she were afraid to let go. She was crying so hard that she could barely breathe, her sobs coming in ragged gasps.

“Shh, it’s okay, sweetheart, it’s okay..” you murmured, your voice soft and soothing as you held Lily close. You look at Natasha and don't know exactly what to do now. Natasha quickly stepped outside, her eyes scanning the dark street, searching for any signs of danger, but the neighborhood was eerily still. She turned back to you and Lily, her heart breaking at the sight of the frightened little girl.

“Lily, sweetheart, who was angry? Can you tell us?” Lily’s sobs began to subside, though she was still trembling. She buried her face in your shoulder again, her voice muffled and broken. “H-He hit Mommy! He kept hitting her. She told him to stop, but he wouldn’t stop…” Your grip around Lily tightened protectively, tears shimmering in your eyes. “Do you mean your mom’s friend? You did the right thing coming here, Lily.”

Lily sniffled and wiped her nose with the back of her hand. “Yes..her friend, and I remembered you said I could always come to you..” Natasha felt a surge of anger and protectiveness like she had never felt before. The thought of someone hurting this sweet little girl or her mother was unbearable. But she knew she needed to stay calm for Lily’s sake. She closed the door behind her and knelt down again.

“You were so brave, Lily." Natasha said softly, her voice steady. “You did the right thing. You’re safe now, I promise.” The little girl trembled and buried her face in your shoulder again. “I want my mommy..II want her to be okay..” You rocked her gently, your heart breaking at the thought of a child so young having to endure such fear. “We’re going to make sure your mommy is okay. We’re going to help her, and we’re going to help you.”

Natasha and you exchanged a determined look. You both knew that action needed to be taken. Natasha placed a hand on Lily’s back, trying to soothe her. “Lily, I’m going to go check on your mommy, okay? Y/n will stay here with you.”

Lily looked up at you with big, frightened eyes and clung even tighter to you. “No! Please don’t go! He’s still there! He’ll hurt you too!” Before Natasha could respond, Lily’s eyes widened with new fear. She clutched at you and began to scream in high-pitched tones. Natasha froze as she heard the sound of heavy footsteps on the porch too. The sharp smell of alcohol was the first thing she noticed, and she knew immediately who it was.

Mark.

Your face paled as you glanced toward the door, and Natasha quickly analyzed the situation. "Y/n, take her upstairs. I’ll handle this." You lifted Lily into your arms, her small face buried in your neck. "Please be careful, Natasha.."

Natasha nodded, not taking her eyes off the door. “Go.” The little girl clung to you tightly as you hurried up the stairs. Natasha positioned herself between the door and the stairs, her heart pounding in her chest as she prepared for what was about to happen. The door was thrown open with such force that it slammed against the wall. Mark stumbled into the house, his face red with anger, his eyes bloodshot and wild. The smell of alcohol was overwhelming, and Natasha’s stomach churned at the sight of him.

“Where is she?!” Mark slurred, his voice dripping with rage. “Where’s that little brat? She’s the one to blame for all of this!!” His eyes narrowed as he charged toward Natasha, his fists swinging wildly. But Natasha was faster. She dodged his attack effortlessly, grabbed his arm, and twisted it behind his back in one fluid motion. Mark cried out in pain, but Natasha didn’t loosen her grip.

“Let me go, you bitch!” Mark bellowed, struggling to free his arm from her grasp, but Natasha held him with iron strength. “You’re not going to get near that girl again." Natasha hissed, her voice low and dangerous. “You’ve done enough damage.” Mark fought against her hold, but it was futile. Natasha easily forced him to the ground and held him there. She could feel his muscles tense under her grip, but she didn’t relent.

Upstairs, you quickly brought Lily into the guest room and gently set her on the bed. “Lily, it’s okay. You’re safe here, understand? I’ll make sure of it.” Lily was still trembling, her eyes wide with fear. “Will he hurt Natasha?”

“No," you said firmly, though the fear for Natasha grew within you. "Natasha is very strong, and she’ll make sure he can’t hurt anyone anymore. But I need to make a call, okay? We need to call the police so they can help us.” Lily nodded hesitantly, curling up with her stuffed animal. You quickly pulled out your phone and dialed 911, your voice trembling slightly as you explained the situation to the dispatcher.

Downstairs, Natasha was still holding Mark down on the floor, her mind racing. She knew she needed to get Rachel and Lily out of this situation permanently, but for now, Mark was the immediate threat. The sound of sirens in the distance brought a sense of relief. Help was on the way. Mark groaned beneath her, still struggling weakly. “You..you can’t do this!! Who do you think you are?!”

Natasha leaned closer to him, her voice a deadly whisper. “Oh, watch me.” Minutes later, two police officers burst into the house. Natasha stood up and released Mark, the officers immediately moving to restrain him. He was still shouting, hurling curses and threats, but Natasha felt nothing but disgust as they hauled him to his feet. “Are you alright?” one of the officers asked as they led Mark out of the house.

“I’m fine." Natasha replied coolly. “But you should check on the mother across the street. I think she’s in bad shape.” The officer nodded seriously. “We’ll take care of it. Thank you for stepping in.” Natasha watched as they led Mark out of the house and closed the door behind them. The house was suddenly quiet again, but the tension in the air remained palpable. Natasha took a deep breath to calm her nerves before heading upstairs.

When she reached the guest room, she found you sitting on the bed next to Lily. The little girl had finally calmed down and was no longer crying. The sight of the vulnerable and frightened child made Natasha’s heart ache, but she forced herself to smile gently as she approached. “It’s over." Natasha said softly. “He’s gone.”

Lily looked up at her, her eyes still wet with tears. “Is my mommy okay?” Natasha knelt beside the bed, her voice gentle and reassuring. "The police are going to check on your mommy and make sure she's okay. And we're going to help you and your mommy, Lily. We won't let anyone hurt you again."

Lily nodded slowly, a small spark of hope appearing in her eyes. "Promise?" Natasha reached out and softly wiped away a tear from Lily's cheek. "I promise."

You wrapped your arm around Lily and pulled her close. "You're safe now, sweetheart. We'll take care of everything." As Lily finally began to relax in your arms, Natasha felt a deep determination rising within her. This wasn't the end of the situation, but it was the first step. She was going to do everything in her power to protect Lily and Rachel, no matter what it took.

The paramedics had just treated Rachel’s injuries, and the police were finishing their reports. The once peaceful night was now filled with quiet, official conversations, and the flashing lights of the emergency vehicles cast an eerie glow through the windows. Lily sat on the sofa between Natasha and you, her small body still trembling, and her large eyes reflected a mixture of fear and confusion.

Rachel sat nearby, her face marked with bruises, and her expression was exhausted. The weight of the night’s events had drained her, but her entire focus was on Lily, who was like a beacon of strength for her. One of the police officers approached Rachel, his tone professional but gentle. “Mrs. Dawson, under the circumstances, protocol requires that we place your daughter in temporary foster care until you are able to care for her again.”

Rachel’s already pale face turned even whiter, and she immediately shook her head, panic flashing in her eyes. “No! No, please, she can’t go into foster care.. She’s been through enough. Please, don’t take her away from me!”

Lily looked up in alarm at the officer’s words, her wide, frightened eyes turning to her mother. “Mama..I don’t want to go..” Instinctively, you put your arm around Lily and pulled her closer to you. Natasha’s expression darkened as she sensed the rising fear in Rachel and Lily. The thought of Lily being taken away, even temporarily, was unthinkable to you both. Not after everything the little girl had already endured.

Rachel looked at Natasha and you with desperation, her voice trembling with emotion. “Please..she can stay with you, right? You live right across the street. She knows you, she feels safe with you..please, don’t let them take her away.” The officer hesitated, visibly torn. “Ma’am, I understand your concern, but the safety of the child is our top priority. We need to ensure that she’s in a stable environment while you recover.”

Natasha stood up, her stance determined as she stepped forward. “She is in a stable environment. Right here, with us.” Her voice was calm but firm, with the tone of someone who wasn’t used to being questioned. You nodded, equally resolute. “We live right across the street. We’re neighbors and friends, and Lily trusts us. We can take care of her while Rachel is in the hospital. You can check in on her anytime.”

The officer looked between Natasha and you, clearly aware of who you both were. He sighed, knowing this wasn’t an easy decision. “Are you sure you can take on this responsibility? It could be several days, maybe longer.”

Natasha didn’t hesitate. “We’re sure. We’ll make sure she’s safe, and she’ll be close to her mother. That’s what’s best for her.” Rachel’s eyes filled with tears of relief as she reached for Lily’s hand. “Please, Officer.. don’t take her away from me. I can’t bear it. She’s been through enough already.” The officer exchanged a look with his colleague, then back at Natasha and you. After a brief pause, he nodded. “Alright. We’ll allow it, but we’ll need to conduct regular checks to ensure everything is going smoothly.”

Natasha nodded. “Of course. We’ll cooperate fully.” The officer turned to Rachel. “We’ll take you to the hospital now, Mrs. Dawson. You need to focus on your recovery.” Rachel nodded, tears streaming down her face as she turned to Lily. “Sweetheart, you’ll stay with Natasha and Y/n for a little while, okay? They’ll take good care of you.”

Lily, still clutching her stuffed animal, looked up at her mother, her voice trembling. “But..I-I want to stay with you, Mama..”

Rachel’s heart broke at her daughter’s words, but she forced herself to smile despite the pain. “I know, darling. And I want to stay with you too. But I need to get better first, so I can be with you again. Natasha and Y/n will take care of you, and I’ll be very close by, okay?” Lily nodded slowly, wiping the tears from her eyes. “Okay..but promise me you’ll come back soon?”

Rachel’s voice cracked as she leaned down and kissed Lily’s forehead. “I promise, sweetheart. I’ll come back as soon as I can.” You gently took Lily’s hand in yours, your voice soft and reassuring. “Let’s go home, Lily. We’ll make you some hot chocolate and get you to bed, okay?” Lily nodded again, her small hand gripping yours tightly. She gave her mother one last look, and Rachel smiled encouragingly through her tears and nodded to her.

As the paramedics helped Rachel to her feet and escorted her out of the house, you and Natasha led Lily back across the street to your home. The little girl was quiet, her mind clearly processing everything that had happened. You carried her into the living room and set her on the sofa while Natasha locked the door and made sure the house was secure.

Inside, you knelt in front of Lily and gently wiped away a stray tear from her cheek. “You’re so brave, Lily. Your Mama is going to get better, and we’ll take care of you until then. You’re safe here with us.” Natasha sat down beside Lily on the sofa. “We’ll make sure you stay close to your Mommy, and we’ll visit her as soon as she’s feeling better. But for now, we’re here for you.”

Lily looked up at both of you, her eyes filled with a mix of sadness and trust. “Okay..but can we visit her tomorrow?” You smiled, your heart filled with love for the little girl. “We’ll try, sweetheart. Let’s get through the night first, and then we’ll see what we can do tomorrow.” Natasha gently stroked Lily’s hair, feeling a strong protective instinct for the child who had already been through so much. “We’re here for you, Lily. You’re not alone.”

In the quiet of the night, as Lily finally fell asleep in the next room, you and Natasha shared a silent moment of reflection. You had stepped into this role out of necessity, but now it felt like more. You were no longer just neighbors or friends; you were a family, brought together by circumstances and bound by love. And as long as you had each other, you knew you could face any challenges that lay ahead.

The visit to the hospital the next day went as well as could be hoped for in such a situation. Lily clung to her mother, her small body finally relaxing in the comforting arms of Rachel, and Rachel, though bruised and exhausted, smiled brighter than Natasha and you had ever seen. There was still a long road ahead of them, but the worst seemed to be over.

Three days later, Rachel was discharged. As the evening wore on, you and Natasha returned home, your house now quieter without Lily’s youthful energy. The night had gently fallen over the neighborhood, and a sense of calm finally settled in after the emotional whirlwind of the past few days. After getting ready for bed, you found yourselves lying close together, the soft light of the bedside lamp casting a warm glow over the room. Your hands were intertwined, both of you lost in thought.

You broke the silence first, your voice gentle. “You were amazing with Lily, Nat. You really helped her through something so terrible.” Natasha turned her head slightly to look into your eyes, a small smile playing on her lips. “I just wanted to make sure she was safe. She’s a strong little girl, but no one should have to go through what she did.”

You nodded, your gaze softening as you brushed a strand of hair from Natasha’s face. “You have such a strong protective instinct. That’s one of the things I love most about you.” Natasha’s smile faded a little, and she looked away, her eyes clouded with memories she rarely let surface. You, always sensitive to her moods, hesitated before speaking again.

“Nat..h-have you ever thought about..starting a family of our own?” you asked quietly, your voice filled with both hope and caution. Natasha held her breath for a moment, feeling her heart tighten. She had always known this conversation would come eventually, but now that you had voiced it, it felt even more real. She took a deep breath before answering, her voice calm but tinged with deep pain.

“You know that I…The Red Room made sure that..” Your heart aching at the thought of all the horrors Natasha had endured, and the irreversible damage done to her body. It was a subject Natasha rarely spoke about, and you had always respected that, never pushing, because you knew how deeply the pain ran. “I know, Nat.." you said softly, holding her hand a little tighter. “But..family doesn’t have to be just biological. Look at what we’ve done for Lily in just a few days. You were there for her like a mother would be. And I think..I think you’d make an incredible mom. And..if it’s okay to say this..But what if I get pregnant?”

Natasha looked into your eyes, her green eyes reflecting the inner battle she was fighting. “But what if..what if I can’t do it? What if I can’t be what a child needs? I’ve spent my whole life fighting, Y/n. I’m not sure I even know how to be..normal.”

You smiled, leaning in to give her a gentle kiss on the forehead. “You don’t have to be anything other than yourself, Natasha. That’s exactly why I love you. And being parents doesn’t mean we have to be perfect. It means loving, protecting, and doing our best.” Natasha’s heart ached with a mix of longing and fear. The thought of having a family, of creating something good and whole out of the broken pieces of her past, was both terrifying and tempting. But as she looked into your eyes, she felt a warmth, a hope she hadn’t allowed herself to feel in a long time.

“Do you really think we could do it?” Natasha asked, her voice barely more than a whisper. You nodded, your eyes shining with love and certainty. “Yes, I do. And we’d do it together, just like we do everything else. We don’t have to decide right now, but..I wanted you to know that I’ve been thinking about it. And I would want to do it with you.”

Natasha was silent for a long moment, letting the idea settle in her heart. It was a difficult topic, one that opened old wounds, but your unwavering support gave her the courage to at least consider it. Finally, Natasha nodded slightly, her grip on your hand tightening just a little. “Maybe..maybe one day. I don’t know if I’m ready yet, but..I’d like to think about it. With you.”

You smiled, your heart swelling with even more love for the woman beside you. “That’s all I could ever want, Nat..Everything in its own time.” The two of you lay there in silence for a while, holding each other close, the weight of the conversation gradually giving way to a deep, comforting sense of connection. Outside, the night was quiet and peaceful, and inside, in the warmth of your love, the future seemed a little less daunting. As Natasha closed her eyes, feeling the steady rhythm of your heartbeat under her hand, she allowed herself to dream of a future where the two of you could build a family together. It was a new and unfamiliar dream, but with you by her side, it no longer seemed impossible. And with you beside her, she knew you could face whatever the future had in store for you both.

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pitchsidestories · 5 months ago

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coming home II Guro Reiten x Reader

masterlist I word count: 1190

summary: Guro and you can't wait to be reunited again after you both were away with your Norwegian and Swedish national team.

a/n: Hi, it's inspired by this request here, we hope you have fun with this little, fluffy oneshot.

“Earth to Guro.”, Caroline Graham Hansen spoke visibly frustrated to her fellow Norwegian teammate who was typing and smiling at her phone, but not taking any notice of the rest of the group which was very unlike her.

It was a beautiful day in their home country and yet Guro wished herself back to the rainy streets of London, where you and her would lay in your shared bed, listening to the noise the raindrops made against the large windows.

“Huh?”, she glanced puzzled at the Barcelona player.

“We’re here.”, Caroline reminded her.

“Sorry, just texted my..”, the Chelsea forward started to apologize.

Maren who was the most familiar with her and the smile she had on her lips while thinking about you interrupted her softly:” Your girlfriend? You’ll see her soon enough.”

“Ugh.”, the Barcelona footballer groaned.

“Don’t ugh me, Caro.”, Guro laughed.

“You’re so in love, it’s disgusting.”, Caroline shrugged.

“Ignore the black cat, Guro. We’re happy you found each other.”, Ada threw in smiling amused.

“We’re happy.”, the other player repeated scoffing.

“All of us except for Caro.”, Ingrid corrected the prior sentence of the Lyon footballer.

“Thanks, girls. I’m really happy with her.”, Guro beamed.

“We get it.”, Caroline muttered, eager to play.

The game went not in the favour of the Norwegians, they lost and played under their own high expectations. The Chelsea forward was relieved once she was able to get to her hotel room and video call you.

“Can’t wait to see you again, the match was awful.”, she confessed.

“Not that long anymore, one game to go.”, you tried to cheer her up, you were away with your Swedish national team.

“I know.”, Guro admitted.

“You can do this, captain Guro.”, you assured her. Unfortunately, you weren’t alone in your room, Magdalena and Fridolina were sitting opposite of you, giggling at your motivational speech.

“What’s so funny.”, your girlfriend wanted to know.

“Magda, Frido, shut it., you scolded your teammates, before turning back to her, sorry min älskling.”

“Thanks.”, Guro replied.

“Better, right?”

“Yes, a lot.”, she confirmed. Afterwards you continued to talk about your days.

Way to soon, Magdalena reminded you:” It’s dinner time.”

“Damn it, she’s right.”, you cursed.

“Why are your teammates so horrible.”, your girlfriend questioned grinning.

“They are the worst.”, you agreed jokingly.

“Lies, you love us!”, Fridolina protested.

“Yeah, sometimes.”, you answered truthfully.

“See?”, the Bayern Munich defender gave you a winning smile.

“Bye, Guro, hope the grandmas here fall asleep early, so we can continue talking later.”, you said goodbye to her with a heavy heart.

“I hope so too.”, Guro said.

Of course it was raining when you arrived back in London.

Dragging your suitcase behind you, you opened the door to your shared apartment.

“I’m home!“, you called, knowing that Guro must be somewhere. She had let you know via text that she would arrived a few hours before you.

You kicked off your shoes and left your suitcase in the middle of the floor.

Guros face appeared in the doorway leading to your kitchen: “Finally!“

“God, I missed you.“, you smiled at the sight of your girlfriend and jogged over to her to jump into her arms.

Guro, being a similar height as you, almost lost her balance but regained it in the last moment before you both would have tumbled to the floor.

“Missed you too.“

She kissed your cheek before putting you back down.

You sat down at the kitchen table. Without a word, your girlfriend placed a cup of water and a freshly brewed coffee in front of you.

You marvelled at the thoughtfulness. It was exactly what you needed after a long flight.

As soon as she sat down with you, her own coffee in hand, you asked: “How was camp? Tell me everything.“

“Good, really.“, Guro answered plainly but you could tell from the way her face lit up that it actually had been a good camp for her.

You nodded, satisfied with her answer: “That’s great. What kind of food would you like to order? The usual? The bill is on me.“

Your girlfriend smirked at the quick change of topic: “Someone’s in a good mood.“

“Yeah, we won both of our games.“, you explained laughing.

“I saw that.“

“Did you see my goals too?“, you asked innocently while typing on your phone. The order from your favourite restaurant was quickly placed.

“Of course, I did.“

“Pretty nice, huh?“, you bragged jokingly.

Guro wrinkled her nose, rather unimpressed, and shrugged: “They were okay.“

“Only okay?!“, you repeated, feigning offense.

“Yes, only okay.“

You leaned over, poking your girlfriend in the side repeatedly. You knew how ticklish she was.

“Hey, stop that!“, she protested, trying to protect her torso from you.

“Stop what?“, you played dumb, continuing to annoy her until she burst out laughing.

“This!“

“Oh, that.“

“Stop it!“

You finally backed off, giving her time to catch her breath: “Okay, okay.“

“Thanks.“, she sighed.

The doorbell interrupted you anyway.

“Oh, our dinner is here.“, you announced excitedly and stood up.

Your stomach growled as you took the food inside. The smell of take-away immediately filled the kitchen.

“Finally.“, Guro said, impatiently opening the styrofoam boxes.

You took the first bite and hummed: “Delicious as always.“

“I missed this food so much.”, the Norwegian admitted grinning. The varieties of meals you could order in London would never fail to amaze your girlfriend and yourself.

“Same but more than me?”, you replied in a teasingly tone.

“Yes, of course.”, Guro joked before taking another bite.

“What do you want to do now?”, you changed the topic swiftly.

“Like right now?”, the brunette lifted an eyebrow.

“Yes.”, you nodded enthusiastically. Being back with the person you loved most reenergized you like nothing else did.

“Spend time with you.”, she answered genuinely.

Later you both laid together lazily on your sofa and Guro called your Chelsea captain with a smirk on her face:” Hi Millie.”

“What’s up?”, the blonde responded.

“Y/n and I are busy doing gay things and we might not be at training tomorrow.”, the Scandinavian explained.

“Too much information.”, Millie giggled.

“Just letting you know.”, Guro told her friend innocently.

“I’m not covering for you tomorrow.”, the Defender announced determined.

“Please, you owe me that.”, your girlfriend reminded her sweetly.

“Fine, but don’t ever call me again.”, Millie groaned dramatically.

“Thanks, see you.”, Guro responded gratefully.

“Bye.”, with these words they hang up.

“Gay things?”, you snorted once she has ended the call and looked into your eyes again.

“Yes, we have all night.”, the midfielder winked at you.

“And tomorrow as well.”, you remembered.

“Yes, I’ve to make up for the time we didn’t see each other.”, Guro proclaimed.

“Come here.”, you said beaming, opening your arms for a hug which she happily accepted.

With closed eyes you whispered into her ear:” You’re home now.”

Both of you knew you felt comfortable everywhere in the world, but home to you wasn’t a place, it was each other. Coming home meant returning to one another and it was one of the best feelings in the world.

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chelseaknoo · 27 days ago

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can you do a Eminem fic like you’re friend did please! 🥺

2000s Eminem x Supermodel! Reader headcanons

Note: I’ve never really written for a celebrity before, so bear with me~

Inspired by @luvbarb3e

-You’re agent set you on an audition for the main girl in a music video for some rapper, and you surprisingly got the role.

-When you walk into the studio, you're greeted by the rapper himself who pulls you into a tight hug , smelling your expensive perfume and his hands reach down farther than would be accepted.

-After hours of filming semi-explict scenes of you and the Detroit rapper, on you're break he asks you for your number, which you unhesitantly agree.

-After picking you up from you're photoshoot he takes you on a date, which was filled with shopping and dinner.

-giving you the princess treatment by holding your bags,paying for you,opening doors for you,helping you out the car.

-After a few more dates during dinner at a fancy restaurant, he asks you to be his girlfriend, which you excitingly says yes.

-taking you back to you're hotel room to fuck you senseless.

-Doing photoshoots with him where he's seen worshipping you and your body,either him or you giving kisses,him flipping of the camera.

-Seating you in front row seats at his concerts.

-Rapping verses about you and immediately clapping back with a disstrack on any celebrity who dares has you're name come out of their mouth.

-Showing off his pretty girlfriend to the world.

-Now having you in his every music video.

-Ready to kick any perverts ass who dares to try anything.

-Buying you so many dogs and showering you with expensive gifts on random occasions.

-Taking your heels off for you after a long day and massaging them.

-Cooking and baking for him.

-Resting his head on top of you’re chest.

-Constantly eyeballing you’re body in you’re dresses and lingerie during you’re shows.

-Talking about you nonstop.

-Coming over to you’re house and cuddling with you in you’re massive pink fluffy bedroom, showering you with kisses as his hand reaches for the strap of you’re short nightgown <3

#feminine reader #marshall mathers x reader #eminem imagine #eminem x reader #eminem #eminem smut #marshall mathers imagine #slim shady #marshall mathers #model!reader

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starsurface · 9 months ago

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I’m so sorry for making your list longer than it is but you do so well with these requests I just had to ask for this one. Could you do Earthrealm Champions+Liu Kang celebrating a baby regressors birthday? My birthday is at the end of the month and I’ve been thinking about this one for a minute.

Awh please don't worry!!!! I enjoy making content!!! :D (Really happy I got this before the end of March, was so worried I'd miss the deadline)

Also, Happy Early Birthday!!! :D <3 <3 <3

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Raiden, Kung Lao, Johnny, Kenshi, & Liu Kang w/ Babyspace Birthday Regressors Hcs

❤️ . . . When I say that you are getting spoiled, I mean you are getting SPOILED

⭐️ They’d give you two different birthdays, one for when your in your headspace, and one for when your out of your headspace

🌟 Your out of headspace birthday party is very fun, you get a bunch of gifts, you guys all get dinner (that Johnny ends up paying for), your the center of attention

🌩 ^ Johnny probably takes everyone out for a ‘girls day’ . . . even if the entire group (or everyone but you, depends on your gender) isn’t a girl

🍖 . . . But are you really going to say no for a free shopping free and getting to dress up all pretty? I don’t think so!!! (it’s also his gift to you . . . Okay, he has more, but still)

❤️ Your little birthday party goes very different though

⭐️ Raiden wakes you up to some yummy pancakes, fruit, and whipped cream/chocolate chips!! (Mickey Mouse shaped ones are my favorite)

🌟 It’s a very peaceful morning, Raiden even spoon feeds you!! (he normally spoon feeds you when your this small, but he’s insistent on helping you today)

🌩 Long day of very fun little activities!!!

🍖 Johnny gives his birthday gift to you early, it’s a couple of super cute regression outfits

❤️ Why so early? Super simple, fashion show!!! :O

⭐️ He’ll hold you on his hip, helping you strut down the handmade runway (which is a bunch of pillows leading to the couch that the others cheer at)

🌟 Liu Kang steals you next, saying it’s time for outside time, specifically in his private garden area

🌩 What’s outside? A small picnic!! :D (and some water balloons/guns because it’s fun)

🍖 ^ You and Kung Lao team up and end up getting Liu kang all wet (much to your twos enjoyment and his dismay)

❤️ Don’t worry, Liu Kang gets back at Kung Lao later, convincing you to throw a water baloon at him

⭐️ . . . Which you may or not blame Raiden for, and now a full on war has been brought between the two friends)

🌟 . . . Kenshi does notice and lectures you about lying, unfortunally :(

🌩 But not too much!! It’s your birthday after all, birthday little ones get to bypass some rules (you still need to apoligize to Raiden and Kung Lao for lying though

🍖 (^ Don’t worry, Liu Kang gets all the blame <3)

❤️ You get a ton of gifts!!!

⭐️ Kenshi got you a chicken plushie and some chicklets!!! (inspired by Snow Blind and the chicken stuffies in Unpacked)

🌟 Liu Kang got you a new music box, maybe a song from your favorite video game, or maybe the lullaby is really soothing (it’s a easy hand crank one too)

🌩 Kung Lao got you some more regression snacks, a new baby bottle, and a soft blankie

🍖 Raiden gives you a small backpack to make into a baby bag (or just use)!! As well as some pins or patches he can help sew in!!

❤️ ^ He also got you some really cute socks :3

⭐️ Johnny gets you a custom made pacifier, completely detected out, like, your dream paci (as well as the cute outfits from before)

🌟 They’ll have one of your favorite deserts, or your favorite cake!!

🌩 But . . . It’s a cake based off of your tv show/video game character!!! :O

🍖 Kung Lao will spoon feed you this time, mostly because he whined that Raiden already got to feed you and he wants a turn :(

❤️ You either spend more time outside, whether playing with the rest of the water balloons, or hiding on Kenshi’s lap while the other four run around trying to get the others soaked (Yes! Even Liu Kang ends up getting in on it!! And he is destined to win)

⭐️ If you also get soaked, you do have to have a bath :\

🌟 But it’s a very nice bath!! Nice soap, maybe a bath bomb, fluffy towels, wearing one of your new onesies!!

🌩 And because Liu Kang is so nice, and it’s your birthday, you get to skip/push back nap time!! :D

🍖 . . . A horrible decision, because now your incredibly cranky, grumpy, and still refuse to fall asleep, and it’s ALL Liu Kangs fault!!! >:(

❤️ Don’t worry, very easy fix: Cuddle pile!!!

⭐️ Putting your favorite tv show on, you getting borderline suffocated while they all try to snuggle you, and getting very sleepy very quickly

🌟 (If your big when you wake up, they’ll take you out to eat again!! Probably somewhere like Madam Bo’s or your favorite place)

🌩 (If you’re still tiny, you can get to use some of your new stuff!! And they get you some yummy takeout or make you your favorite food!! . . . Or order from Madam Bo’s)

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Small Note: When you get new gear, make sure to wash/clean it!!! Otherwsie it can be nasty (this also goes out got things like new cups or silverwear in general!!! Always clean things you first get!!!)

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toomuchracket · 11 months ago

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someone sent me the loveliest ask about bday party matty following girly around after tour ends that i accidentally deleted because i saved to drafts and couldn't edit on mobile SO i shall discuss it here. yes, you're right, he is without question in groupie mode (well, more so than usual lol) - after some, um, morning bedroom activities, he'll hover over you and kiss your nose like "so, my sweet girl, what's on your agenda today?", and when you tell him you've got an interview or a radio appearance or a signing he's like "that sounds fun. can i tag along, darling? i'll hold your handbag for you" lol bless him. and he's determined that everything is about you; he makes it so clear to the interviewers or presenters that "i'm only here in bf mode! it's my girl's moment! please don't mention me", but he caves a little when you pout and say "but i want to talk about you. half of these essays are about you", gives you a little nose kiss and says "well, alright, if you insist lol", which in turn makes you roll your eyes and say "bloody narcissist. but i love you!" lmao it's all very cute and fun. throughout the interview, he looks at you like you hung the moon, his eyes never leaving your face and his smile never leaving his - an audio clip from your radio interview goes viral because the host says "no wonder you're writing all these wonderful essays about being in love and being loved - the way your other half (matty tears up at this btw lol) looks at you, and has done the whole time we've been talking, i don't think anyone has ever been so loved as you are by him", and you get all blushy and bashful and giggly before you say "well, he has, by me", and the world seems to really love this little insight moment. and when you get home at the end of the day, matty's insistent on being the one to make dinner because "you've been working, darling, relax"; you sit in the kitchen while he cooks, mayhem at your feet and a glass of wine in your hand, and nothing has ever been so domestic and perfect. speaking of domesticity, actually - on your days off, the two of you have been rearranging the house somewhat. partially in prep for christmas decorations, but also partially because even though you moved in ages and ages ago you haven't really had the time to find the right places for all your things. matty had the kinda cute, kinda egotistical (thus, extremely him) idea of putting all your awards and most cherished writing bits in the same room as his music equivalents, so you've had to source appropriately nice bookcases for that to happen; the room looks so cool once it's finished, books interspersed with music scores and brits surrounding the booker nomination, and matty's like "you know, this is really fitting, given that we inspire each other so much. and it's also cool as fuck. like we really are the coolest couple on the planet" lol. he puts a desk in there under the guise of that being the best room to do video interviews from, but really it's so he has something to bend you over; of course thinking about the two of you being so hot and cool and accomplished gets him going, it's matty we're talking about lmfao. but really, at his core, he's a sweetheart completely in love with you - once you both got the christmas tree up and decorated, you tugged him into the kitchen like "ok, it's time. you said we were having chicken for dinner, yeah?", and matty nods in confusion and then gasps when he sees the potatoes and the baking tray and your seasoning mix on the counter like "wait, is this what i think it is? you're-" and you nod like "teaching you the roast potato recipe. this is it, healy, you're stuck with me forever now". and matty - crying, obv - just grabs your face and kisses you deeply, murmuring "can't fucking wait for that. i love you". cute as hell <3

#mads answers asks #mads muses #fluff asks #matty asks #into the birthday partyverse

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sariel626 · 2 years ago

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Interrupting a Stream

So in this reader is a YouTube Streamer and being honest, I got inspiration for this while watching shxtou twitch vods. Yes I know twitch is very different from YouTube.

Oh, and your Streamer name is Seranisin, Chat calls you Sera for short. The first game is called Night of the Consumers, the second is Mr.Hopps Playhouse

TW: cussing

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“Stupid frickin’ customers! I was one shelf away from beating the game!” (Y/N) screamed at the screen which showed the words ‘You’re Fired’ in a blood red colored font. The chat was blowing up at the streamer’s rage, mostly ‘LMAOOO’s and some offering strategies to help the female when she began her 17th attempt to stock the grocery store shelves without running into any customers.

Right as (Y/N) was calming down, the front door to her shared home opened, Chuuya had finally gotten off work and he was ready to see his partner after a long day. When he didn’t see (Y/N) in the living room or the kitchen (probably eating an entire bag of chips again) the ginger walked over to (Y/N)‘s gaming/streaming room. The door was closed. Of course she’s streaming right now.

Chuuya went and grabbed a bottle of wine while contemplating if he should order takeout or cook something. While pouring his glass, a victory scream rang out, “TAKE THAT YOU WRINKLY MANAGER! I AM COMPETENT ENOUGH TO STOCK SHELVES!” It came from none other than (Y/N) herself. This made Chuuya chuckle to himself at how immersed his girlfriend could get in a video game.

Unable to decide on takeout or cooking at home, and since he figured that scream meant the stream would be ending, Chuuya waited a few minutes before going to (Y/N)’s room and opening the door to find…her still streaming. He concluded it’d be a good way to scare off any simps from the chat (he’s wrong, we never back down) so he asked what she would prefer for dinner while leaning against the door. (Y/N) snapped out of her surprised stupor and replied, “uh…takeout. You are aware that I’m streaming, right?” “I thought you ended it after that victory scream” this made the female streamer blush from embarrassment, was she really that loud?

Meanwhile, the chat was blowing up

Cryos3267: Who’s the hot guy at the door?

Gumiberry: Is he single?

Kawaii-Chan: if he is, can I have his number

XXJuliusXX: Is he Sera’s boyfriend?

Seweit42: He can’t be, he’s too short for her

Chuuya was going to leave to order takeout for them both until (Y/N) saw that in the chat. She smiled sweetly with malicious intent hidden behind it and called her boyfriend back in. Chuuya, hearing the sickly sweet sound from his girlfriend, walked into the room, silently praying you weren’t about to kill him for interrupting the stream.

(Y/N) looked directly at the camera, “Seweit42, if you really think short guys can’t land hot girls…” the girl pulled Chuuya down by his shirt collar and kissed him, making sure the monitor could see them. Chuuya gladly returned the short kiss until (Y/N) pulled back and looked at the camera “Then explain that.” If chat wasn’t already blowing up, it was now. The female turned back and said, “If you want, you can go order takeout now, I’ll join you after Mr.Hopps Playhouse” but Chuuya just wrapped his arms around her waist, “After that? Like hell I’m leaving.” The girl rolled her eyes, but smiled nonetheless, “Well then, get on the chair, but this is a horror game.” “Like a game could scare me. Who do you think I am, dove?”

Ten minutes later, Chuuya’s trying to convince you that Mr.Hopps is not cute while you’re collecting tapes

Chuuya: it’s a demonic bunny rabbit probably the size of that blond ponytail fucker from the Agency. He’s got the eyes of their doctor when she’s gone batshit

Y/N: Chuuya, don’t you see those adorable, very pettable ears? And those eyes aren’t screaming murder, they’re begging to be loved

Chuuya: quit fucking summoning him with the toys!

Y/N: (proceeds to trigger every single toy) it’s not like he’ll catch me anyways, I’m too good for-

Proceeds to get jumpscared making Chuuya cling to the gamer and spin the chair around, “Fuck that!” (Y/N) looked at her boyfriend, blinked a couple times, and laughed, spinning the chair around while laughing. The short-tempered male was quick to retaliate, “I was trying to protect you from the demon bunny! Don’t laugh at me!” “It’s just…it’s just a video game. Mr.Hopps isn’t real.” The female wiped a tear from her eyes. She was right, he’s just a piece of code in a video game. There wasn’t anything for Chuuya, a mafia executive, to be scared of. It was still funny that he was though.

Soon enough, (Y/N) beat the game and ended the stream. Standing up and stretching, she asked, “So what food are you in the mood for?” But Chuuya was still recovering from the ending, he looked up at his girlfriend, “Y…You pick” “Aight, Chinese sound good?” “Sure” To be honest, Chuuya wasn’t thinking about food, he was still caught on the ending and how you barely flinched at the Giant Mr.Hopps, is it a streamer thing?

“Yo Chu, you good? …Hello? …Oh well, guess I’ll just help myself to the best wine in the cellar!” That snapped him out of it. “Don’t you dare” “Welcome back to planet Earth, Chu. I’m gonna order the food and if you want, we can play Mr.Hopps 2~” (Y/N) whispered the last bit in his ear and Chuuya tensed, “Count me out” He walked to the living room and sat on the couch, flipping through the tv channels.

After placing the order and getting the food, (Y/N) and Chuuya were cuddling on the couch watching Iron Man 3. It was clear that both of you were beginning to get drowsy and so out of nowhere, Chuuya says, “You know, you were really sexy today when you kissed me in front of your fans.” “Thanks Chu, you were really cute today when we played Mr.Hopps. Your reactions were adorable and *yawn* I wouldn’t mind having you join me again.” (Y/N) closed her eyes as she began to doze off. The mafioso smiled at his cute girlfriend, turned the tv off, and carried her to their shared bedroom before crawling in next to her. “I wouldn’t mind it either.” And with that, the ginger fell asleep with a smile on his face.

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This ending was way softer than I expected it to be. Kinda derailed from my original idea

It’s fine though, we all need some Chuuya fluff in our lives

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #nakahara chuuya #bsd chuuya #chuuya x reader

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solarnomoon · 2 years ago

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love is an art form — 11

design 11,,, the dinner

heeseung leans over to the boy next to him, whispering so no-one else could hear him, "i thought it was gonna just be me and you and the other two?"

yn laughs at his words, pulling away from him, saying in a soft voice, "the other two?"

"you know what i mean ynie."

yn rolls his eyes but with no malice within his sight, replying to him, "yeah but they all wanted to go too and i wasnt gonna stop them."

at this point, jay drapes his arm around heeseungs shoulder, mocking him with a pout on his face, "awe, did wittle heeseung want a wittle double date?"

the only thing he gets back in response is a flick to his forehead. "well ow. why do your fingers hurt like hell?" jay rubs his forehead, pulling his arm off of heeseung.

"i play piano. my fingers might be my strongest feat."

niki just side-eyes heeseung across the table, then directs his attention toward yn. "mm, i bet you'd know yn, wouldn't you?"

sunoo and jungwon look at jay with their mouths open, while sunghoon and jake just bust out laughing. yn gets embarrassed but not more than heeseung, who physically turns his head away from the rest of the group.

"in shock, in tears, ive got to go." yn speaks, shaking his head. although, he just laughs right after, patting heeseung on the back. "aye, you thought it was funny too right?"

"haha, yes i did, whatever," heeseung responds, lifting some of the brisket into his mouth.

right after he finishes though, he goes back to the ear of an unsuspecting yn, who's conversing with sunghoon and jake across the table, before saying, "if you wanna try though yn, i can show you~" and making yn push heeseung playfully.

...

"so is it true that enhypen is coming back with a full group video after 2 months?" yn asks jungwon, niki, and sunoo, as the other four are conversing among themselves.

jungwon nods, "yeah, we recorded a cooking one together, which should be coming out soon... like a week or so?"

"ah i'm so excited! it's so crazy to me that i'm at kbbq with my favorite youtube guys ever."

sunoo raises his eyebrow, "but weren't you friends with sunghoon and jay before enhypen even existed? was it crazy then?"

"to be honest, yeah just a little. i didn't expect them to become so popular so quick, but i guess it makes sense considering you guys are just fucking cool and genuinely relatable." yn takes a bite of his food before continuing, "plus, every single video i've watched of you guys has just been so funny like..." and he continues, not noticing the girl that stops nearby their table.

"heeseung, is that you?!" a shrill voice pierces the air, and the group turns to look toward the source of said voice. "oh my god, how i've missed you!" and with that, the girl with the voice runs over to him and basically pushes jay to the side to sit in the guy's lap, before giving him a peck on his cheek.

yn turns to sunghoon, then to sunoo across the table, mouthing "who is that?"

jay then proceeds to say out loud, without a thought in his mind because of the corn he's munching, "oh, it's heeseung's girlfriend."

yn proceeds to turn his head toward heeseung.

"girlfriend?"

previous : masterlist : next

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an,,, this one has writing (566 words)! and to clarify: they have a yt channel still called enhypen, just think of them like one of those friend group channels that do random shit LOL (i have been binging their enlogs & therefore felt inspired :o)

taglist (open!): @hyuniiehoney @roulette010 @lovelypitasworld @blehhhidk @curly-fr13s @to-toad @buttersmama @sunshinefox35 @lonewolfjinji

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writingsofwesteros · 7 months ago

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Poor, sweet Aeg, he rlly is clingy to the women in his life. https://www.tumblr.com/writingsofwesteros/749380505815941120/modern-au-jace-definitely-likes-to-watch-more-than?source=share

This anon inspired me-

"Mom!" Aegon bellowed as he dropping his golf stuff by the front door. He found Alicent in the kitchen going over some document for the Targaryen Foundation. "In here, darling!" she called, looking up to see him take a beer from the fridge and sit with her. "Where's Nora and Helly?" He asked. "Out shopping, I think." She replied, and Aegon pouted. He loved his sisters, but they could shop for hours, it was exhausting. "How was golf, dear?" She asked, and he sighed, "Fine, until Aemond got called back to the office." She gave him a sympathetic smile, and said "Well here- make yourself useful and help me work out the seating chart for the gala dinner next month." She gestured to the seating chart on the counter, and as he nodded and silently began to help, moving around names, and she didn't even have to look up when she said, "Don't let any beer get on my seating chart, Aegon." "Yes Mom," He said begrudgingly, setting it on the far end of the counter. Jace and his voyeur kink confirmed, too, hehe-

Summers down at Dragonstone were always fun, everyone always came, gods knows there was more than enough room. He felt like a bit of a perv peaking through the door watching Nora and Helly change before they came down to the beach. It was Aegon's idea for them to take the yacht out that day while the parents stayed on the beach with the younger ones- Little Aegon, Viserys, Luke, and Joff.

Nora, Hel, and Bestie walked down the landing, and Jace felt his throat go dry- arm in arm, all three of them, in bikinis. Was it pervy of him to hope for a repeat of a girl on girl performance? He might be spending too much time with Aegon.

Bestie squealed as Aegon hauled her over his shoulder and brought her onto the boat, and Aemond reprimanded him about boat safety.

When they set off, nothing but open water around them, Aegon and Bestie jumped into the water, while Aemond was all too ready to rub sunscreen on Nora's back, her bikini top untied, his hands moving lower, and lower, and she let out these sweet noises- "Jace? Is this the video I sent of-"

Shit.

He grabbed his phone from Helaena, flushed. "Oh, I- must've been a-"

"What video?" Nora asked as Aemond's large hands were just plain rubbing both her ass cheeks now, as she hummed in satisfaction." "That video of you and bestie making out that night we all went out." Hel told her. Nora lifted her sunglasses and smirked. "Naughty boy, Jacey."

"Oh, I- I really didn't-" "Your hard-on isn't exactly working in your favour, Jacaerys." Aemond said.

"It's okay, Jacey. If you're good, maybe we can give you an encore before we go back to the house." Nora teased, and he felt his face heat up. "Wait, really?"

ALL OF THIS! THEY ARE JUST ALL SO BAD !!!!!!!!!

But we love them ;)

Jace can't believe his luck thank you ;)

#social media au

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atotheskz · 2 years ago

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I will always choose you

Language: English

Idol: Choi Hyunsuk

Group: Treasure

Word Count: 1,4k

Don't hesitate to comment what you thought about this imagine!

You can request everything as long as it is not a smut or too suggestive. Just know that I'm slow when it comes to writing ;-;

Contains: cheating ex boyfriend, Valentine's Day, idol au, every Treasure members and former members are mentioned

Disclaimer(s):

- The character of Hyunmin is completely invented by me and isn't inspired by anyone.

- I tried as much as possible to make Y/N genderless, for the reader to be comfortable reading this story, and not to assume the romantic orientation of any idol.

- Neither do I assume that the idols involved in this story would react exactly like that. I tried to make them match the vision I have of them, it may not be accurate at all, it is just my point of view.

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It was the first time you were going to spend Valentine's Day with someone and you were really excited about it. Your family was never there, and you hadn't any friends to watch romantic comedies with. But this time. This time, you had your boyfriend, Hyunmin. You didn't even know how you ended up dating the brother of THE Choi Hyunsuk of Treasure, your favourite group, but here you were, spending hours choosing your outfit, your make-up, and your hairstyle for him. Then you started preparing your handbag, as you two planned to go on a stroll after dinner. You longed for the time you would finally spend with someone. You sat on the couch, starting to zap the different channels while waiting for Hyunmin, but one hour later, he was still not here, not even giving a sign of life. After trying to call him several times, you decided to call Hyunsuk.

- Hey, Hyunsuk, do you know where Hyunmin is?

- Uhm... He left about an hour and a half ago. I thought he was with you. I'll try to call him.

- Thank you...

- Who is it?

- It's Y/N, Junkyu.

- Hello Y/N!!!

- Hi Junkyu...

You put your phone aside, sighing yet laughing to yourself. You somehow knew that he wouldn't come. You had a feeling. Some time ago, you found nail polish and makeup in his bag, and he wasn't the type of guy to put on these. You tried to convince yourself it was just for Hyunsuk, but tonight, you understood and tried to accept it. While checking your phone one last time, you saw a story on Hyunmin's Instagram, confirming what you thought. This asshole forgot that he put you in his close friend's story and that you could see this video of him kissing the girl that you once saw with him at university.

It was a waste of time, so you went to the bathroom to remove all of that horrible makeup that Hyunmin liked that much.

After cleaning your face and throwing your red tight top and your black trousers in the basket, you entered the shower and let the hot water run on your body, along with your tears. Around fifteen minutes later, you left the room to spread on the couch, a towel wrapped around you. You let your head fall on your right side, your eyes meeting the blue shirt that Hyunsuk offered you for your birthday. The only real friend you've ever had in your life, with the rest of the group. Maybe the relationship with Hyunmin wasn't that much of a mistake. Thinking about it, you decided to put it on, with a white short you found in a little shop one day. You almost fell off the couch when you heard someone knocking at the door, asking yourself who it could be, hoping it wouldn't be him. When you opened the door, your eyes grew wide before tears started running down your cheeks. Yes, Hyunmin wasn't a mistake. Thanks to him, you met real friends. Hyunsuk was here, with Jihoon, Yoshi, Junkyu, and some snacks. They entered the house in front of you, leaving you dumbfounded and confused, yet happy to see them here. Putting the snacks on the table, Hyunsuk smiled at you, immediately relieving your hurt mind. Everyone lied on the couch, in a "big warm hug", Jihoon in charge of finding a film to watch. To describe a little more that "hug", you were sat in the corner of the couch, resting on Hyunsuk's chest, with your legs on Jihoon's lap, but your tummy being turned into a pillow for Junkyu's head, who himself had his legs on Yoshi's lap. It might have been more of a maze hug, in fact. Anyway, you five spent the night singing, dancing, and playing until three of you literally fell asleep while trying to guess what the strange thing drawn by Jihoon was.

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You woke up late at night in your bed, sweeping the room with your eyes. Yoshi and Jihoon were on inflatable mattresses, and you assumed Junkyu was still on the couch sleeping, as he becomes a ton-weighing koala every time he sleeps. The place next to you was empty, yet you could see that Hyunsuk slept there. Seeing a light beam coming from under the door, you stood up and headed to the kitchen. You found Hyunsuk cleaning and tidying the room under a really low lighting, which you assumed was to not wake Junkyu up. When he noticed you watching carefully his moves, yet still with sleepy eyes, he smiled and got closer to you.

- How are you feeling?

- Better. Better than I expected, actually.

- Really?

- Yes... I feel relieved, in fact. I'm even quite happy that it's finished. My tortured mind will stop hurting now that it ended.

- Do you regret having been with him?

- Not at all. Thanks to him, I met you all guys.

You threw a look towards the living room and the bedroom, where slept Yoshi, Jihoon, and Junkyu.

- When I was thinking about it, I realised I stayed with him not to lose the guys, and particularly you, Hyunsuk. I think I never understood before, but now I'm sure. I love you, Hyunsuk. I don't only love the Choi Hyunsuk that Teumes know, the one that I knew when we first met. I love every side of you, the one I saw when we played basketball with Haruto, Mashiho and Jaehyuk, the one I saw when you took me at YGE building to show me how to produce a song with Asahi and Yedam, or when we went to Iksan with Junghwan, Jeongwoo and Doyoung. I know it must not be the same for you, and that you can't date someone anyway, but-

- I love you too, Y/N. Since the first time I ever saw you. I hated and still hate my brother because of the way he treated you. He surely is an asshole and doesn't know how to take care of someone wonderful like you.

He took your hands and smiled.

- I don't care about the company. I want to stay by your side, and no one can make me change my mind. If YGE doesn't agree, then I'll find a way to change it or leave the company. I will always choose you.

He pulled you into a hug and then cupped your face in his hands, smiling with teary eyes.

- Can I kiss you?

You nodded. He leaned over you and pressed gently his lips on yours. Millions of butterflies woke up in your belly, making you feel as if you were going to fly upon the soft clouds. This kiss just felt like the first ever in your life, and you wished that it would be the first of a whole life kisses. Hyunsuk leaned back, hugging you again, when you heard some whispers coming from behind you.

- Shhhh Junkyu they will hear us!!!

- They didn't hear me crawling in the room, I don't think I'm that loud! It's you who bark at me, Jihoon.

- Shhh guys they will spot us...

- Too late Yoshi, these two got you noticed.

The three of them stood up from behind the door, opened ajar. Junkyu didn't hesitate to jump towards you, excited like a little child, with his two hyungs smirking behind him.

- So you two are finally together now?

- Finally?

- From the moment I told them I liked you, we became the number one ship in Treasure's date agenda. Not to mention that they tried everything to make their ship real. See. Jihoon is already texting the groupchat to tell everything to the rest of the group, Mashiho and Yedam.

You laughed, knowing exactly the type of message he would send. "The two are finally together, congrats for realising something that everyone knew 🤙🏻✨️".

You looked back at Hyunsuk, smiling wide.

- Now, kids, it's time to go back to sleep, it's still 4am and we have things to do tomorrow.

Everyone went back in the room, on the inflatable mattresses and your bed. You laid down next to Hyunsuk and rested your head on his chest. For the first time in your life, you had everything you ever wanted, and even more. Somehow, the most hurtful things can sometimes end up bringing the best in your life.

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Thank you for reading! Again, don't hesitate to comment or request! And Happy Valentine's Day 💕

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karasa · 11 months ago

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The Philosophy of Doing; How the Girl Scouts Saved My Sanity

Originally Published April 9th, 2021

The Philosophy of Doing; How the Girl Scouts Saved My Sanity

To do is to be. Be active, be respected, be wonderful. To do anything is to commit yourself to what you’re doing, whether you care about it or not. I’ve never been much of a do-er.

Maybe, yes, I did a lot and arguably too much in high school, I do extracurriculars and I do my homework on occasion. But it never felt like Doing Anything. It’s always felt like work, like a chore. I wasn’t really doing anything persay, but rather I was on autopilot, doing what others told me, but not necessarily doing for myself.

This feeling of inadequacy, of lackluster personality traits and hobbies came in strong during the period of time I’ve been social distancing. It pushed me to ask: what do I do? My partner frequently goes out for bike rides or roller skates around the neighborhood, he holds meetings with group members to finish up assignments, cooks me dinner when he finds a good recipe, and talks to his friends everyday. I can’t say I’ve ever felt as fulfilled as he does at the end of the day, because I don’t do much. After classes I’m in bed for at least 2 hours, scrolling through twitter with a Youtube video in the background and a snack within arm’s reach.

I used to paint with my friends when they invited me to, host movie nights or dinner parties, help my friends with their various helping hand chores and go out to the club almost every weekend. But without friends to do anything, I realized that I don’t really do much at all.

I’ve always been an ambitious person, with my life plan mapped out by 7 years old and still following the plan as I turn 24. I’ve dipped my toes into a few different ponds along the way: graphic design, costume design, pastry arts, spoken word, film critiques, activism, education, drag…. The list stretches for miles in all of the things I’ve tried to do. But have I ever succeeded?

Without knowing what I do on a daily basis, I instead turned my attention to the question, “what can I do?” I was disappointed at the results. While I *can* do a number of things, My self-confidence in these fields is low, because I’ll never be able to convince myself that I can do any of them particularly well. I don’t do anything because I’m afraid of not doing well enough.

Enter: the girl scouts.

Many of the memories I have from elementary school draw up scenes of seeing my teacher at the grocery store, and feeling the same feeling of embarrassment and nerves when I ran into one of my classmates behind a girl scout cookie booth. While this quiet judgement manifested itself into me seeing the Girl Scouts as a child labor cult until rather recently, I’ve always felt envious. All of those girls who meet for snacks and seminars on Thursday nights, they’re doing something with their life. They have a journey set out in front of them, everything that they do is geared towards making them a better person. And so in April I realized: I can probably do that too.

A lot of my friends during this time in isolation are venturing on things they’ve never done before: writing more, baking bread, cooking meals, spending $60 to be in debt to a raccoon. But at first, not much for me had changed. I was still in school, still in a relationship, still spent at least 3 hours after classes in bed. I tried new recipes and enjoyed posting them on Instagram, but after one of my close friends passed, my inspiration was lost to continue that. And it never felt substantial anyway. Working for 3 hours to post 1 picture does not come with a satisfaction guarantee. While my partner shoots into the kitchen for seconds, I can’t help but judge what I’ve made as not good enough.

I started thinking about different hobbies I could do that wouldn’t take up a lot of space or cost too much. Because of all of the changes that have affected me, I’m having to pay rent without a job, and my partner and I have stuffed our lives into a bedroom that we can lay down in and touch each of the four walls. I stumbled across an old page of notes from a seminar I attended in the fall titled “Goal Setting” and I thought about how difficult it is to follow through with passion projects. That dream that we have one night that kicks us out of bed and onto the workbench fades over time. We forget details of our vision, we start to prioritize other things. Soon enough the project gets shoved into the corner while other things in life take charge, and once that happens, I can’t say that I’ve ever had the willpower to go back.

The girl scout idea came to me when I thought about one of the first and most relaxed grocery trips I’ve had in Ohio. A harrowing mirror of my elementary school days, there was a girl scout with her mother standing right in between the entrance and exit of the store. Her mom waved us over, promising that they took all methods of payment including venmo, and the little girl smiled as she started to stack up our cookies.

“What’s your favorite badge?” I smiled. I kind of hate kids but my partner really wants them in our future, so i’m trying to get better at relating to the youth.

“This one.” she pointed to a circular badge with a rocketship on it.

“Cool! Is it your favorite because of how you earned it, or because of how it looked?”

“It looks really cool. But my favorite thing to do was this one!” she spun her sash so we could see another intricate badge on the back.

“Woah! That's awesome.” I was ready to ask her more questions, about how she got it and what else she liked to do in Girl Scouts. But our transaction was complete, and while I’m proud of myself for actually holding a conversation with like, a 9 year old, I suddenly felt red in the face for being so interested in something made for little kids.

We thanked the duo and continued into the store, but for some reason I haven’t stopped thinking about that conversation.

So I got curious. After not really doing much for 6 weeks, I hopped onto the girl scout website. They had all of their badges on a neat little pdf, where I could see all of the hardwork it takes to rise up the ranks and continue to be a part of this organization. To my surprise, only a few of the badges that you’re able to earn are about the cookie sales. I started perusing the badge explorer page, and found that some of the badges are kind of badass. Without even realizing it, I started taking stock of all the badges I’d like to complete. Some are fitness focused, which makes sense because I’ve been putting off getting in shape. Some are focused on Financial Literacy, and encourage researching smaller things that we were never really taught throughout life. I jumped out of bed and raced to my partner. “I’m going to be a girl scout.” I beamed, full superman pose with no pants on. “You’re non-binary.” he replied, barely looking up from his sandwich. “Then I’ll be a Star Scout.” I shot back. He smiled.

“Good Luck!”

I’ve never felt such a ferocious drive for a project, and perhaps that’s because I’m well aware of the fact that I can go at my own pace. My goal is to earn 23 badges by the end of the pandemic. I created a task list for each badge I want to earn, which equals out to about 99 tasks that I expect to complete. Having this task list feels so much more empowering than the 3 to-do lists I keep for school, for housework, and for my personal life. I don’t need to worry about the deadline, I don’t have anything to prove to anyone. The only thing I have to do is Do.

My motivation levels vary. With bipolar disorder, it happens frequently that my drive for something can run so rampantly that I forget to sleep, while other times i can barely manage to eat something that doesn’t come straight out of a box. There is a task for every energy level I may have. Everything that I am planning to do is something that I want to do. I would like to write a screenplay, I want to break a bad habit, I would very much like to know how to make a first-aid kit. All of these tasks are such wonderfully simple things that I don’t wake up feeling stressed about what I have to do, but instead I wake up, go to my checklist and say “what do I get to do today?” the feeling is indescribable. It’s comfort, it’s accomplishment, it’s pride, it’s Something. Honestly, I can’t judge myself for not doing well enough because it’s so absurd to begin with. I personally can’t tell you how many 20-year olds are scrolling through the girl scout’s website after a couple margaritas, and I don’t care. This isn’t a contest with my peers. I don’t have to worry about not doing as well as someone else, or not doing well at all, because I make my own rules! Hell, I’m the one who's gonna be embroidering the damn badges for myself, so I better feel like I’ve earned it before I put in that work!! The tasks aren’t graded. They’re not meant to prove anything to anyone aside to show you a new side of life and show that you’ve learned something from your experiences. Already, I’ve learned so much, even if it is just how to take the first steps towards writing something I’ve always wanted, but have never known how.

It’s always felt silly to worry about what the future will be like 10 years from now, but I can never help but wonder. Would my life be different if I went to grad school? What if I get divorced? Am I still going to live in the United States? It feels like I’m already so sure that my life will be full of regrets, because my expectations will never match reality. I can ponder and hypothesize all I want, but I will never know what 2024 is like until I’m there. I doubt that 7 year old me would’ve expected me to join the scouts after all this time. It’s a hard truth that I often have trouble facing, but I know that as long as I do something, I’ll be doing the right thing. Consider this your sign: If you wanted to do something but you weren’t sure about it; do it. Be active, be respected, be wonderful. You can do it! I believe in you.

#words #pandemic diaries #personal growth #girl scouts

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mrs-johansson · 2 years ago

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Strangers in the night - Scarlett Johansson x Fem!Reader

Part 10:

“What does it say?” I looked through the mirror at my agent Ester who had just found an article about Scarlett and me.

“The title is, Valentine’s Day meeting for Jojo Rabbit.” She read it out loud and I immediately rolled my eyes. “The pair met up on a very odd day, that being Valentine’s Day. Lady Bird actress Y/n Cole and pal Scarlett Johansson enjoyed dinner at Pablo’s Jazz Bar in Manhattan on the day of lovers. Sources say, the pair were having a great time, cozy with each other and they left together. It is known that Cole is directing her first movie Jojo Rabbit later this year, with Johansson as the starring actress.” “I feel like I can’t meet up with anyone anymore without having tabloids everywhere,” I murmured while looking at the first dress. Melanie, my stylist, held the dress’s skirt part as I turned around, facing Eater. “What do you think?” I asked, smoothing over the material. “Did you have to go out on Valentine’s Day?” She spread her arms.

Letting out a sigh I stepped back up to the podium in front of the mirror. “Let’s look at the next one,” I told Melanie and once we took the dress off and she left the room, I reached for my robe.

“It was just a friendly dinner. We’ve been talking a lot lately and we thought we should meet up before filming, getting to know each other. It was just a coincidence that it was Valentine’s Day.” “And how was it?”

How was it? It was amazing. I had the most fun of my life, and I’m just mesmerized by this woman.

“Great. We had fun.”

***

Scarlett🌷: how was the fitting?

me: it was fine, got the dress and the accessories so everything’s done

Scarlett🌷: can I get a sneak peek?😏

me: hmm… I promised didn’t I?😌

me: (let’s pretend it’s a picture)

Scarlett🌷: god if they don’t give you the award in this dress then I’ll be very upset

Scarlett🌷: you look stunning y/n

me: thank you❤️ but I don’t think I’m going to win

Scarlett🌷: why wouldn’t you? You did amazing

me: there’s meryl who even though has a 100 of them, she still gets them every single time

me: Margot who played a real person and let’s not even mention the rest

Scarlett🌷: and still you’re there because you did a spectacular job at such young age

me: I don’t know

Scarlett🌷: whatever happens, I’m proud of you and I think you should win💛

me: it means a lot Scar❤️

***

It’s been a week since our date and honestly I kind of miss her. Yes, we talk almost every day, but Rose got home this week and of course, I understand that she has less time for me, but we’re gonna meet this weekend.

And today my dad is staying till we go to Los Angeles and I told him I’ll pick him up from the airport. Usually, he says that he’ll just catch a taxi, but I wouldn’t want him to suffer through an hour drive with a stranger.

Mom doesn’t have time to visit, as usual, honestly, I’m not even disappointed anymore.

Waiting for dad at the parking lot I was just reading the Bombshell script trying to memorize my lines then the text from dad popped up, that he was here.

Stepping out of the car I looked around the parking lot, hoping to catch his tall figure.

Even though I made sure to put glasses and a baseball cap on, some people still let their eyes linger and two younger girls even came up to me. But they seemed nice.

“Hi, we wouldn’t want to bother you but we’re big fans of you, is there any chance we can take a picture?” The girl on the left asked with hopeful eyes, she was shy but the other one seemed more anxious.

I couldn’t say no, they were polite and respectful. “Of course, what’s your name?” I took my glasses off, so I don’t look like an asshole in the pictures, no offense, but I don’t like when famous people do that.

“I’m Ava and this is my sister Nora,” the same girl said and her sister smiled shyly, picking on her nails.

We took a couple of pictures and the girls asked me about Red Sparrow a little bit but I couldn’t tell them much of course. Mostly Ava was the one who was talking

“And you Nora? What’s your favorite movie?” I looked at her and her eyes widened, cheeks got tinted with color. She shifted in her place and uncrossed her arms. “I like Lady Bird. I just relate to her a lot and I think you’re amazing in it. I hope you get the Oscar,” she said and I smiled, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Thank you.”

After a couple of minutes, my phone started ringing and I said goodbye to the girls and then took the call. “Hi honey, I just got out. Where are you?” Dad spoke. “I’m in the parking lot, you should see me if you come out on the A exit,” I kept looking that way then a couple of minutes later I saw his gray hair and waved to him which he thankfully saw.

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“How was your flight?” “It was great, I got some work done,” dad said. “That’s great, what do you want for dinner?” “We can have takeout, you don’t have to cook.” “Are you sure?” I glanced at him and he nodded. “How’s mom?” I looked back at the road, watching the light turn green.

“She’s good, she says hi,” he said awkwardly. “Great.” “How are you? What have you been up to lately?” He quickly changed the topic.

“I’m good. I spend a lot of time with my friends a lot. Actually, this weekend, not sure if it's Saturday or Sunday, but I’ll have a friend coming over and it’s kind of new and I’m not sure if it’s time for you guys to meet yet…” “I’ll be gone for the day, don’t worry. Is it a guy or a girl?” I saw from the corner of my eyes that he was looking at me with a smirk. I glanced at him carefully then turned back. “A woman.” “Oh a woman, okay. Do I know her?” Dad asked with a teasing voice. “Probably,” I cleared my throat, already nervous about the whole conversation. “So she’s famous?” “Yeah, but it’s like really new. We only had one date so far,” I smiled shyly, trying to control my joy. “That's great, kid. And how was it?” “The best date I ever had. I don’t know, I feel like it’s already serious you know. And I really like her so I hope everything goes great.” Really hope it will, honest to God. She’s one of the best things that happened to me in the past couple of months.

“I’m glad Y/n. What’s she like?” “Well… She’s like a ray of sunshine, to be honest. She’s really funny and flirty and she makes me blush like all the time. She is uhm divorced and she has a daughter. She’s amazing really.” “A daughter?” The surprise in his voice. “Yeah, she’s three and she’s really cute.” “So she is older than you?” “Yeah, a little but it doesn’t bother me. She’s very intelligent and doesn’t really care about other people’s opinions, so she’s just… I don’t know, open-minded I guess.” “Maybe that’s what you need. I mean someone mature and seen the world.” “Okay, she’s not that much older, only by 8 years.” Furrowing my eyebrows, I pulled up to the driveway. “Oh, that’s not much. Will you tell me who it is?” Dad asked as we got out of the car.

“Hmm…” “Oh come on, you told me basically who she is, just not her name.” He got his suitcase from the back and I walked up to the door, unlocking the house. “You swear not to tell anyone though,” I watched as dad rolled the suitcase in, closed the door behind himself, and looked at me with big eyes.

“Swear on my mother’s grave,” he put his hand over his heart. “Especially not mom,” I took my coat off alongside my shoes. “Why can’t you just tell me? You know, you can trust me,” he spread his arms. He's right though.

“Okay… uhm,” nervously walking around the living room, I finally sat on the armrest of the couch. Dad stood at the living room door, on the edge for sure. “She’s a friend of Chris’s,” I started. “Okay…” I saw the wheels turning in his head. “It’s Scarlett Johansson…” I mumbled quietly, looking everywhere but at him. “Who?” Dad pushed his head forward, since I was so quiet. “Scarlett Johansson.”

He leaned to the door frame, crossing his arms. “Didn’t I raise you right?” “Oh my god…” I closed my eyes, hanging my head low. “What? She’s a very good-looking woman and she’s very successful. And from what you told me, she’s an amazing person. I’m proud of you, kid.” He walked up to me, wrapping me up in a big hug. “Thank you? I guess… but we’re not dating, you know?” “Yet! It seems like she’s got you wrapped around her finger pretty bad.” I smiled at his words and nodded. “She really does.”

***

In the next couple of days, we were at home mostly. Once or twice we went out to dinner or lunch or just walked around town for a while.

It was Friday night, Dad thought it was the perfect time to watch a movie after we had dinner. Opened a bottle of wine and settled down on the couch, watching a film of his choice.

“I don’t even like this guy,” I murmured as I watched Matt Damon on the screen. “Why not?” “Because he has an asshole face. I’ve never met him though.”

I’m not mean I swear, I just have people who I look at and I don’t like them, does that make sense?

My phone started buzzing next to me and I quickly reached for it to see that it was Scarlett. “I’ll be back,” I said as I was getting up from the couch, taking the call.

“Hi,” I said swiftly, really nervous about the call. Gosh, I felt my Palma being sweaty and I swear my heart was racing. “Hey, I just wanted to check if we’re still on for the weekend,” Scarlett spoke and I smiled like an idiot as soon as I heard her voice. “Yes, of course. Which day is better for you?” I fidgeted with my fingers anxiously, waiting for her answer. “Tomorrow is great if that’s alright for you.” “It is, yeah…” I felt the nerves linger through the phone call, neither of us knowing what to say.

Taking a sharp breath in, I had to break the silence. “I uhm… I miss you,” I bluntly stated and I felt like someone knocked all the air out of my lungs. I was so nervous and scared about how she was going to react but then she spoke. “I miss you too, darling. I honestly can’t wait to see you. It’s a shame you’ll leave for three months, I hope you won’t forget about me,” she said and I could imagine that smirk on her face that drives me oh so crazy. “Of you? Never. On the other hand, I hope you won’t forget about me, there are a lot of people who would like to get their hands on you…” I smirked, hoping to hear a good reaction. “Oh Y/n, no one compares to you. I met you for a reason and I’m throwing that away,” okay my heart just burst out of happiness and joy. “You’re making my ego so much bigger with this,” I chuckled shyly, feeling the heat creeping up my neck right to my cheeks. “You started this when you were screaming my name, don’t you remember?” Now, I was definitely blushing at that sentence and how she lowered her voice… god this woman. “Isn’t Rose there with you?” I cleared my throat. “No, she wanted to sleep over at my mom’s.” Oh wow, she’s so much. Of course, she’s doing this on purpose. “You’re something else, aren’t you?” I asked, walking up to my bedroom. “Don’t tell me you don’t like it,” yeah she’s just really good at this. Talks her way into my head then somewhere else… “I did not say that. Don’t put words in my mouth,” I grabbed some jeans from the wardrobe and started to get dressed. “I thought you liked having things in your mouth, but I guess I was wrong,” she sighed dramatically. “You’re hooked already wow… so desperate,” I murmured with a smirk. “You’re the one who’s already getting dressed, who’s desperate now?” How proud is she… but she’s right, I was almost out of the house. “This was your plan all along, don’t pretend it wasn’t,” I grabbed a leather jacket and walked downstairs. “Oh, it was.” “I know, I’ll be there in 20 minutes.” “Can’t wait.”

#gxg #scarlett johansson #scarlett johansson x you #scarlett johansson x reader #scarlett johansson x female reader #scarlett johansson imagines

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harringtonstilinski · 2 years ago

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I Got You Something - Steve Harrington

Author: @stilinskiparker Characters: Steve Harrington x Reader Word Count: 436 Warnings: fluff, pure tooth rotting fluff Smut: no | yes; Requested: Yes. Based off a prompt from this list A/N: Hi, friends! This piece is based between Seasons 3&4. It’s not stated, but both work at Family Video. Anyways, I hope you like this little piece! If you do, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

I never imagined life with Steve would be this amazing. Yeah, we have ups and downs, but it’s mostly been ups. I smile every single day, we laugh together, do stuff together, it’s great!

Steve and I started dating about six months ago, but we’ve known each other since we were kids. Although, I stopped hanging out with him when Tommy H. and Carol came around, and then when he started dating Nancy.

We both had jobs at Starcourt Mall when it opened; him at Scoops Ahoy, and me at The Great Cookie. Both of us ended up losing our jobs because the mall ended up burning down… or that’s what the police have been telling us to say. Yes, I know about the Russians, and now I know about the Mind Flayer and the Upside Down. Things have been pretty quiet regarding all that for a few months, so it’s been nice.

Since Steve’s parents are rarely ever home, I decided to move in with him, and it’s been great! I was currently in the kitchen making some dinner when I felt two arms wrap around my middle, causing me to jump.

“Oh, my gosh, you scared me,” I breathed through a smile.

“I got you something,” he said. I could hear the smile through his words.

I turned around in his arms, putting my hands on the back of his neck. “Oh, really?”

He hummed and nodded his head, pulling back from me to grab my hands, leading me away from the kitchen.

“Steve, I have dinner on the stove!”

“It’s pasta,” he said. “I know it has to boil or whatever for a few minutes. Besides, this won’t take long.”

He led upstairs to his room, where he told me to shut my eyes. I did as he asked before he asked me to turn around, which I did. I felt him behind me before he whispered, “Lift your hair.”

I lifted my hair as asked, and smiled when I felt something gently press against my neck. Without him asking, I opened my eyes and looked down, seeing a silver necklace with Steve written in a fancy design.

Smile still on my face, I turned around, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling in for a kiss. “It’s beautiful,” I whispered when we parted. “Thank you.”

“Anything for my girl,” he smiled, pulling my back in for another kiss.

It was a couple minutes before I remembered about the pasta on the stove. I quickly pulled from the kiss and ran down the stairs.

“Where are you going?” Steve hollered.

“The pasta!”

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A/N 2: hi, friends! i hope i’m doing steve harrington justice! i’ve been wanting to write for him since season 3 came out but just didn’t have major inspiration until now! but let me know what you thought! again, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. A/N 3: highly thinking about taking away all my taglists because no one seems to be interacting with anything i post anymore...

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Posted on June 6, 2022

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sunwoo-hoo · 3 years ago

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↣ treasure reaction to s/o speaking their native language

↳ a/n: Thank you so much for this request anon! I tried to make each situation different. I’m also sorry that some are longer than others. I hope you like it!

↳ requested? yes

↳ genre: fluffy fluff

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↳ word count: 1.2k

「 choi hyunsuk 」

shocked baby, his jaw is literally on the floor

was genuinely surprised when he asked you a question on where you wanted to eat for dinner

when you replied in your native language he did a double take

“wait what?”

when you told him what you said in the language you normally speak to each other he blushed

“you sound so cute when you speak in your native tongue babe, can you teach me sometime?

「 park jihoon 」

he heard you speaking in your native language when you were talking on the phone with your parents

has heard you speak in your language many times

he laughed when he realized you were speaking incredibly fast

you just looked at him and gave him a nudge with your elbow

when you finished the call that’s when he looked at you and said

“how come you never speak that fast when your scolding me?”

「 kanemoto yoshinori 」

you were both playing a video game when you cursed in your native language out of frustration

he turned his head and looked at you shocked

one because you were speaking in your native language

and two because he knew that it must’ve been a bad word based on your body language

you covered your mouth with your hand in shock when you realized what you just said when he jokingly replied

“how about we do something a little less competitive?”

「 kim junkyu 」

you were in the shower when you started to sing a song in your native language

it didn’t matter if you weren’t the best singer in the world it was your favorite song and you were having fun

in your shared bedroom he heard you singing and quickly recorded an audio version of it

he quickly put on his headphones and started practicing the song

when you got out of the shower that’s when you heard him singing the same song

you told him what he was doing when he blushed and said

“you sounded so adorable singing, i wanted to learn the song so that we could sing together”

he then grabs your hand and pulls you in for a dance

「 takata mashiho 」

it was a warm sunny day when he was teaching you the basics of basketball playing one on one

you were starting to get the hang of it when you suddenly tripped on your own two feet

which resulted in you crying and all you could think was speaking in your native language holding your knee from the pain

at first he didn’t even recognized you speaking in another language

his first priority was making sure that you were okay

he rubbed your cheek and softly said

“c’mon love that’s enough for today, let’s get some ice cream okay?”

「 yoon jaehyuk 」

you were both cuddling watching a movie when you started to fall asleep

he was about to turn off the movie when he heard you mumbling in your sleep

he smiled when he realized it was in your native language

he pushed your hair to the side and kissed your cheek softly

that’s when he whispered quietly in your ear

“goodnight love, sweet dreams”

「 hamada asahi 」

you were out grocery shopping together when an older women came up to you and started asking for help in your native language

at first he didn’t react too busy looking at the shopping list on what to bring back for dinner

he took noticed when he realized you weren’t next to him and saw you standing 5 feet away deep in conversation with the women laughing and smiling

when you waved goodbye that’s when he walked up towards you with a dimpled smile and said

“can you teach me your language? that way next time i can help too!”

「 bang yedam 」

has actually heard you speak your native language many times

he actually decided to learn the language to surprise you in a song he was writing for you

when he sat you down one rainy morning at first you were confused

until he started to sing in your language playing the guitar effortlessly

you quickly teared up

when he was finished he sat his guitar down and grabbed your hand

“i just wanted to show you just how much you inspire me everyday” he whispered wiping away your tears

「 kim doyoung 」

he’s never heard you speak your native language before until one day he heard you reading aloud a recipe from a cookbook

you were baking cookies for the rest of the members for their late practice

at first you avoided speaking in your native language to him because you were a bit embarrassed

while you were mixing the ingredients you felt his hands wrap around your waist

you jumped in response not expecting him to be back from his recording session so soon

he rested his head on your shoulder and praised

“don’t be embarrassed to speak your language baby, in fact you sound so much more hotter”

「 watanabe haruto 」

you were always in constant awe when he would show his rapping skills to you

so that’s when you decided to learn how to rap in your native language to surprise him for your one year anniversary

he’s heard you speak your native language before but this would be the first time he would hear you rap

after your anniversary meal that’s when you decided to swap your gifts

you received your favorite flowers and perfume

when he closed his eyes he expected to get handed something but that’s when he heard you

rapping in your native language he quickly opened his eyes and smirked at you

once you finished you shyly looked up at him

“how was it, did i just made a complete fool of myself?” you chuckled nervously swaying your body back and forth

he quickly clapped and pulled you close bending slightly down to give you a tender kiss

as he pulled away he looked deeply in your eyes

“that was the greatest gift i’ve ever received”

「 park jeongwoo 」

you were babysitting a close’s friend’s niece and he decided to tag along for the day to help you

even though you told him that he wouldn’t be able to understand her since she spoke in your native language

he assured you that he would have fun regardless as long as he was with you

when you all decided to go to the park that’s when he heard you speak your language to the little girl

in that moment he swore his heart skipped a beat

when she went to go play with the other kids on the slide you two sat down at a nearby bench

putting his arm around you he pulled you close and kissed your temple

“you’re everything that i could ever hope for and more”

「 so junghwan 」

you actually heard him speaking your language first

his school had told their students to pick a second language to study for and that’s when he chose yours

when you came to interrupt his study session for a quick lunch break that’s when you heard him speaking your native language

you gently tapped on the door and he told you it was okay to come in

you looked at him with the sweetest eyes and bashfully said

“i know your only learning it because you have to, but it really feels good to hear you speak in my language”

he gently grabbed your wrist and pulled you on his lap

he gave you a soft peck on the lips and said

“i chose this language course because i want us to be closer, you know i’d do anything for you”

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bluewhale52 · 4 years ago

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The House by the River

Summary: You, your husband and his brothers are back in the In The Soop house. But what happens when you forget the one thing you have to do during the pandemic?

Pairing: Yoongi x OC

Genre: idol!au, established relationship, fluff

Rating: R - there’s a bit of a talk about sex but nothing NSFW

WC: 2.3k

Warning: setting during the pandemic, a breach of safety protocol, Yoongi and OC sleep naked, talk of sex, pregnancy talk ~Part of the Domestic Yoongi Series~

It is a great idea, you have to admit. When your husband found out that he had two straight days of no schedules and no work, he immediately suggested going back to the house by the river, where he and his brothers had gone to for work and also for a time of healing and relaxation.

You were so excited at the getaway idea, and although his six brothers invited themselves for the trip, you did not mind. Your daughter adores them, moreover you would have six very eager babysitters at your disposal.

So that’s how you find yourself, on a beautiful autumn day, on a hammock and reading a book Namjoon has lent you. You hear Jimin and Taehyung back at the ping pong table, and Hoseok screaming gleefully at his toy aeroplane he has built himself. Sweet musical notes drift from the house; Namjoon and Jungkook must have gotten inspiration in nature and are creating a song together.

You hear the familiar giggles coming from the dock, and you close your book. Leaving the hammock, you head to the boathouse to meet the owners of those giggles.

Your little girl is smiling ear to ear, and shrieking in delight at Seokjin, who is carrying a bucket and two fishing rods- well, one fishing rod and a toy one. He has been regaling your daughter with stories of fishing, it was not difficult at all to get her all excited to be his fishing buddy.

“Hey baby,” you kneel as your daughter barel into your arms. “Did you catch a lot of fish?”

“Four!” She happily exclaims, wriggling out of your arms to pull Seokjin closer to you. “Look, Eomma!”

“She’s my good luck charm. Not Yoongi, not my painting, Min Soojin was all I needed to show these fish who’s boss!” He ruffles her hair. She beams at him proudly.

“Wow! Are we having sashimi tonight?” You turn to find Hoseok right behind you, peering into the bucket. He turns to your daughter, innocently asking her, “you’re going to help Uncle Jin and Uncle Kook cut the fish?”

Soojin’s face immediately turns serious, her smile all gone. “Cut? Eomma?” She turns to you. “We cut fishies?”

“Well, that’s how we get sashimi, baby.”

Her face crumples at your answer, tears start pooling in her eyes. “No, I don’t want to hurt fishies.”

The two men immediately bend down and soothe her. “No, no, we won’t cut the fishies. Uncle Hoseok is just joking, right?” Seokjin gives Hoseok a stare.

“Yes, I was only joking, Soojin-ah.” Hoseok cuddles her. “Hey, do you want to see the plane I made?”

Soojin shakes her head. “No, I want to take fishies home so you don’t cut her.”

Hoseok resigns to his fate. He knows now your four year old daughter will see him as an evil villain, out to cut all the fish in the world.

“Baby,” you coo at Soojin. “Why don’t you, Uncle Jin and Uncle Hobi return the fish to the river?”

Seokjin glares at you. You know how challenging it was for him to catch even a single fish on his last trip here, and on the day he caught FOUR, he can’t even enjoy one as a sashimi.

Hoseok on the other hand, jumps at his chance of redemption. “Yes, that’s a great idea! Let’s do that, Soojin. Let’s free the fish!”

Soojin looks at Hoseok doubtfully. He grabs the bucket from Seokjin and offers his hand to your daughter. She gingerly puts her hand in his, and her other hand reaches for Seokjin’s.

Over your daughter’s head, Seokjin whispers sharply at Hoseok. “YOU put the fish back.”

You watch them squat by the dock, laughing along with Seokjin and Soojin as Hoseok squeals in disgust as he picks a fish out of the bucket and throws it inelegantly into the river. After the fourth fish is back in the water, Soojin is satisfied and her mood is back to her cheery self.

You look at your watch. 5pm. It’s time to get your husband out of his makeshift studio. “Soojin, want to see Appa?” You call out.

“No! Plane!” She points at Hoseok who is winding his toy plane again.

“Go get Yoongi. We’ll look after her.” Seokjin offers, and you give him a grateful smile. It IS nice to have your husband’s band mates around.

You walk up towards the campervan by the upper house. Your husband specifically made the request for the van to be there. You knock on the door, and you open it only after you hear his gruff response from inside.

“Hey babe,” you greet him from the door. “It’s just past five.”

Yoongi stretches behind the laptop and all his equipments. Rubbing his face, he mumbles, “Already?”

You open the door wider, letting more sun inside the dark campervan. “Did you manage to get all your work done?”

Yoongi gestures for you to come inside. You step in, and sit next to him. “Wanna hear?” He offers.

“Of course.” You take the headphones from his hands. You love how he always shares his rough drafts with you, even before he shares them with his members. It doesn’t matter that you know zilch about music, he loves watching you reacting to his creations.

He presses play, and your eyes widen at the sounds filling your ears. You turn to smile at him, pride on your face. He returns your smile with his own gummy one.

You love this kind of moment with Yoongi. You don’t need dates at fancy restaurants or expensive gifts like big diamond necklaces. Just time with him, alone like this, is enough. He watches you bopping along to his music, and burst out laughing in embarrassment as you scrunch your face at his attempt at a high note.

When the song ends, you take off the headphone and kiss him. “Well, Min PD-nim, I think you have another hit there.”

“You say that to all my songs.” He brushes away your compliment as he starts packing up his things.

“Well, it’s true. I’m not just saying that because you’re my husband.” You stand and move to the door to give him more space in the cramped sitting area of the campervan. You report to him about Soojin’s fishing experience earlier while Yoongi is putting his equipments in the bags.

“So Hobi actually held the fish?” Yoongi chuckles.

You nod. “I regret not capturing it on video. It was so funny.” You open the door and you both walk towards the upper house. “OH MY GOD!”

You exclaim as you see the state of the kitchen. Yoongi curses next to you.

All the foods you have bought for the stay are scattered all over the counter and the floor. Packages ripped open, vegetables and fruits half eaten.

“Oh no, did an animal- or a pack of them- get in?” You lift a bag of bitten and nibbled onions. “They like onions it seems.”

Your husband sighs. “Guess we’ll have to go out for dinner then. There’s no way we can salvage any of this.”

You agree with him and start cleaning up. Shortly after, the kitchen is clean and free of scraps, and you both return to the main house to break the news. The members don’t seem to mind going out, Taehyung even suggests going to the burger joint he visited with Hoseok before. Seokjin and Yoongi decide they could stop by a supermarket on the way back to get enough food for breakfast and lunch for the next day.

And so off the nine of you go to the town for a burger dinner. Arriving at the small restaurant, you are shocked at how crowded it is. “Wow, the burgers here must be really good.” You comment to Taehyung.

He nods, licking his lips. “One of the best, Noona. You’ll love it.”

You smile at his enthusiasm, and also when he picks up Soojin to show her the menu board.

Then you realize something.

Your heart drops when you realise that no one, not a single person is wearing a mask. The staff, the patrons, and even you, your husband and his brothers, and your daughter, none of you is masked up.

You start to panic. Reaching for Yoongi, you tug his hand. “Babe, we’re not wearing our masks!”

“Relax, baby, we’re fine. No one recognizes us here.”

“No! Yoongi, not to hide your faces. The pandemic isn’t over yet and we’re not wearing masks!” You shout at him.

To your shock, no one seems to hear you, or even care that everyone in this burger joint is ignoring the most important safety protocol. You panic even further, and while making your way to Taehyung to take Soojin back, you feel something tugging the back for your cardigan.

You turn to chide Yoongi, thinking it is him who is pulling your clothes. You gasp when you find no one behind you. Not Yoongi, not Namjoon, not anyone you came to the place with. In fact, the whole place has become empty, but for a little boy standing in front of you.

He has feline eyes, much like Yoongi’s, and his complexion is as milky white as your husband’s too. He looks up at you with such innocence, and you kneel down to meet him at eye level.

“Hi,” you greet him. “Are you okay? Where are your parents?”

The boy continues to look at you silently, then he fishes something out of his packet. It is a folded K94 mask. He offers it to you.

“For you, Eomma.” He says shyly.

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You sit up, gasping out loud. You immediately reach for your face, feeling for a mask around your mouth and nose. Your fingers touch bare skin directly, which sends you into a panic.

You start to look around for a mask frantically, only to find yourself... in your bedroom in Seoul? And your husband is stirring awake next to you. You reach for the baby monitor, and relief floods over you as you see on the screen that your daughter Soojin is sleeping peacefully in her room.

“Babe,” Yoongi sits up next to you, voice still thick with sleep. “You okay?”

You place a hand on your bare chest. Your heart is still beating fast. “I just had the craziest dream.”

Yoongi reaches for you and pull you down to lie with him. Rubbing your back, he asks you to tell him your dream.

“We were back in the house, that In the Soop house,” you begin. “We were having such a good time, Soojin was laughing, the boys were all there too.”

You try to focus but bits and pieces of the dream are already forgotten in your mind. “And somehow we all went out for dinner, and no one was wearing masks, Yoongs, including us and I panicked I think?”

Your husbands hands are soothing you. “And that’s when you woke up?”

“No...There’s something else.” You struggle to remember. “There’s a boy I think, and I thought he was lost, but he gave me a face mask.”

Yoongi stops rubbing you. “The boy gave you a mask?” He sounds tickled.

“It’s a dream, it doesn’t have to make sense.” You playfully swat his chest.

He nuzzles your hair. “You dream of the weirdest things.”

You giggle in his embrace. Your naked bodies pressed closer as sleepiness starts to disappear, slowly replaced by something more carnal.

You suddenly remember something. “Oh my god, Yoons!” You push Yoongi away. He leans back, confused.

“What if that was a conception dream? The boy called me Eomma.”

Your husband looks at you as if you have grown two heads. “A conception dream?”

“Well, we may have conceived a child tonight, considering... you know, how many times you came in me.”

“Only twice but thanks for the ego boost.”

“I’m serious!” You give him a stern look. “What if we conceived a baby tonight, and that was my conception dream? Oh my god, how could my conception dream be of a boy giving me a K94 mask?”

Yoongi starts laughing. “And what do you think that would mean? We’re gonna have a son who’d become a doctor? That wouldn’t be so bad, right?”

You pout. “Now you’re just teasing me.”

He cradles you back in his arms. You have talked with your husband before about giving Soojin a sibling. Your hand unconsciously moves down to your tummy. You and Yoongi have foregone all birth controls tonight, and you hope one of his swimmers has made it.

Yoongi strokes your hair gently. “You know, since you have the conception dream already, why don’t we make sure it doesn’t go to waste?”

His hands are moving down your body, sending sparks all over.

“I agree, Min Yoongi. You better give me a baby tonight. Just in case the first two times weren’t quite successful.”

Laughing, he rolls over to be on top of you, determined to get you all nice and pregnant by the time morning comes.

A/N: I actually had the dream OC had - minus the boy with the K94 mask. The fact that Miss Rona actually invaded my dream, that was just so crazy I had to write it down! And eventually it became this little piece of a fic 😄 Please remember to wear your mask, social distance and stay safe! 💜

Published 08022021

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bbykpoper · 3 years ago

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𝕲𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝕮𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖚𝖒𝖊👻

Inspired by this post 🍂

Pairing: detective!felix x lawyer!reader

Song recomendation: Drunk On Halloween by Wallows

Index: Jisung // Changbin // Chan // Minho // Hyunjin // Jeonging // Seungmin

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭ 。.・

Detective Lee Felix sat in the office room of District Attorney y/n y/l/n as she calmly read over the evidence files he brought to her of his current active case.

Seoul was being terrorized by a repetitive offender who has turned to torture and murder at a very quick pace. Detective Felix was tasked to bring this man to justice but the effective lack of evidence and virtually no leads to the suspect. But by the end of his first week he had a large amount of physical evidence which actually showed that the perpetrator is most likely a man of high standing.

“Are you sure this is the guy we’re after Felix?” You asked with one skeptical brow rising up. “I’m going to need concrete evidence to go after him. This is not enough.”

“I know, that’s why I’m here. I need you to tell me what is it that you need so that I can go out and get it.” Felix leaned on his knees as he brought his hands together. “I’m sure it’s him.”

With a long look at your favorite Detective you could see he was more than serious about his accusations against Mr. Nabi’s son.

“Alright. I’m going to need statements from the victims friends, anything and everything about their night out at the clubs. Phone records from the victims. CCTV if possible which are surrounding the clubs and try to see if any of the victims can give you some DNA evidence of their killer.” You spoke up, neatly writing it down for him. “Also Felix, be level headed and don’t rush things. I know how you can get during these cases and right now you need to leave Mr. Nabi and his son to me and Hongjoong.”

“Don’t worry. I’ve learned my lesson from my rookie mistakes.” He stood up taking the folded paper with him. “If possible, I’d like for you to come with me when I go interview the victims friends. Most of them are young girls and I think they’ll be much more open to you than me.”

You’re eyes scanned over the young Detective who now stood in his wrinkled suit before you, his hair falling into his eyes. He looked exhausted but more worried to you.

“Sure. Just make sure to notify me before hand so that I can free my schedule.” You smiled at him as he nodded and left your office.

As you went back to study the case files he waved a good-bye to your secretary Seonghwa, a young man who was known to be the operating manager of your work since he started. In the corridor as he was leaving he ran into your partner and right-hand man Hongjoong as he was coming back from an errand he had earlier that day.

“Hey Lix, you changed your hair color again?” He asked him as they shook hands.

“Yeah, decided to go blond this time.” Felix smiled widely at him. “Though you’re the first one who noticed.” He pouted a bit.

“You think y/n didn’t notice?” Hongjoong smirked at him. “Don’t worry, she noticed but thanks to our profession we know how to keep a calm expression.” He patted him on the shoulder as he went on. “Oh and by the way, you really need to step up your game and invite her to a normal date and not one to question victims.”

“How do you-” He rolled his eyes when he saw a smiling Seonghwa walking towards them. “It’s not easy okay?”

“Yes it is.” Hwa added as he stopped to give Joong the files of Felix’ case. “You just ask her out to dinner and that’s it.”

“She’ll say no.” He sighed, looking away from them.

Both Seonghwa and Hongjoon looked over at each other with large smiles on their faces as they said in union.

“Trust us, she will say yes.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭ 。.・

In the next few days Felix and two of his detectives, Jongho and Yeosang managed to pull up the phone records of the victims and cross them out until they noticed one repetitive number amongst them all. His team of tech guys, Mingi and Yunho had a break through as they had video footage from a CCTV near one of the clubs that has clear view of one of the victims entering Nabi’s car and the clear image of him sitting behind the wheel.

With a satisfied smile he welcomed you into the police station as he led the way towards the morgue.

“Well done Detective Felix.” You beamed at the solid evidence of the CCTV footage. “If we continue like this our case against Mr.Nabi’s son will be more than solid!”

You made your way towards Choi San, the head of the morgue with smiles on your faces, something which made San bounce towards you with one of his own.

“Well hello there my favorite tag team of Detective and Lawyer!” He clasped both of you into a hug. “Have you finally started dating?”

You froze over with embarrassment while Felix toppled over almost hitting his head into one of the metal tables. You managed to keep your cool and help the poor Detective up but the blush was prominent on your cheeks and your smiles, wiped off clean.

“Who killed your dogs this morning?” Wooyoung walked in with a manila folder in his hands and a bubbly laugh in his throat.

“San did.” Both you and Felix stated as San only rolled his eyes.

“I’ll take that as a no.” He pouted and went to his desk to get his own manila folder for you.

“Here you go Miss Lawyer. Your DNA evidence.” Wooyoung smiled as his lab coat wrinkled up around his arms. “You will be happy to read that three out of five victims have clear skin cells under their finger nails which are a match to Nabi Doyoung.”

“And how do you have his DNA in your possession?” You asked, taking the folder and running your eyes over the pieces of paper in them.

“From a previous DUI.” Wooyoung answered.

“Here are the autopsy results.” San spoke up. “In detail. Just like you like it.” He winked which made Felix roll his eyes.

“This is why you’re my favorite Sannie.” You patted his head as you turned to an overly grumpy Felix. “Shall we?”

“Sure.” He stomped his way out making the men laugh.

“One day he’ll get the courage to ask you out y/n.” San spoke to you with a small smile.

“I have a feeling that I’ll be a grandma by then.” You sighed with a small smile.

You ran a bit to catch up with him as you waved at your friends, walking in step with the Detective. They made their way to his car and went out on the road making haste house visits to the friends of the victims all the way until 18 p.m.

“This is the last stop.” He said as they observed the quaint little house in the suburbs. “Hopefully this shows to be more fruitful than the rest of them.”

Walking up the steps of the home and ringing the doorbell a small older lady opened the door, her wrinkled little eyes looking up at them.

“Hello. I am Detective Lee of Seoul P.D. and this is Miss y/l/n. We’re looking for Kim Yuuna.”

“Oh, my little Yuuna is inside. Please come in.” The lady moved as you both went in. “I’m sorry but ever since her friend passed away Yuuna hasn’t been her bubbly self. She makes her old grandma worried.” The little lady urged you to take a seat in the living room as she turned a corner and came back after a minute or two. “Are you here to help her?”

“We’re here to make sure that the person who hurt her friend ends up behind bars.” You spoke with a fire in your eyes and determination in your voice. “And for that we need Yuuna’s help.”

“Are you serious?” A young girl of barely 19 years of age walked out with balled fists. “Are you seriously going to put Doyoung in jail?”

“Are you referring to Nabi Doyoung Miss Kim?” Felix spoke up.

“Yes.” Yuuna took a seat across them, her eyes red from crying and the weight of her friend’s passing. “He’s the one that killed her. I’m sure of it!”

“Those are some serious accusations Miss Kim. I’m going to need you to explain why you think that.” You pulled out your work phone and started the audio recording for your case. “Anything you say right now will stay between you, me and Detective Felix. This audio recording will only be used to strengthen my case against Nabi Doyoung and for nothing more.”

“I understand.” Yuuna nodded.

“Please state your name and age.” Felix spoke up.

“My name is Kim Yuuna, I’m 19 years old and currently a student at Seoul University of fine Arts.”

“Tell me Miss Yuuna how did you know the victim, Miss Hwang Yeji?”

Felix dropped you off at your apartment by 9 p.m. and you sighed with a small smile on your face.

“We have a solid case Felix. With Yuuna’s statement, the DNA and CCTV I can plead for first degree murder without the possibility of parole.” You said looking over at him.

“Finally this shit show is going to be over.” He smiled one of his wide freckled smiles back at you.

As the silence washed over you in a comforting setting you turned to him with your doe eyes and asked:

“Do you maybe want to come in for a glass of wine or some coffee?”

You were boldly stating to him that it was finally time to act on this clumsy attraction between you two and that two years of hopeless pinning for each other was going to end now.

“Not tonight.” He stated which shocked you outright.

“Oh.” You said, grabbing the door handle and going out quickly. “Sorry then. I guess I misunderstood. I’ll see you at court then.”

“Y/N wait!” He called out and you turned to look at him, an indication of tears in your eyes. “When this is all over, when Nabi is behind bars, I promise to ask you out on a proper date!”

The blush to his cheeks was so red it melted away his freckles. A wide smile spread on your face and you nodded eagerly bouncing off into the building.

“Tch, Hwa and Joong were right. She really will say yes.” There was a dumb smile on his face.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭ 。.・

“Has the jury made a verdict?”

You stood beside Hongjoong as you both held your heads high and watched the judge come back from the break of the deliberation of the jury. You presented your case against Nabi Doyoung, the son of the wealthiest solar panel distributer in South Korea, just a mere 72 hours ago. Your evidence was solid, the plea deal nonexistent and even when his lawyers offered up three of their own you and Joong firmly held on to the life in prison without the possibility of parole. And your closing argument had the Nabi family openly threatening you in court which only further made your point come across to the jury.

You spent those three days of deliberating in your office with both Joong and Seonghwa working on a compensation law suit for the victims families. Felix visited you frequently during those three days and even now sat behind you as you all waited for the judgement.

“We have your Honor.” One of the jurors spoke. “We the jury find the defendant, Nabi Doyoung guilty of five counts of first degree murder.” The courtroom erupted in tears from the victims families as Felix nodded in relief at the verdict.

“The verdict has been made Mr. Nabi.” The judge spoke up as the court came in silence. “As for your punishment. I deem that the District Attorney’s plea of life in prison without the possibility of parole should be accepted and here by order you to five consecutive life in prisonments, without the possibility of parole.” The words made Mrs. Nabi cry out and wail as Mr. Nabi froze over in shock. “Now we shall hear the statements from the victims mothers.”

Felix waited by the steps of the courthouse as you finished giving out your statement to the media. Joong took over to answer questions and you walked on over to him with a bounce in your heeled steps as you smiled wide.

“So...”

“Would like to join me for dinner tonight to celebrate our victory and maybe treat it as a date?” He robotically asked his rehearsed line.

“I-” You grabbed him under the arm and began descending the stairs towards his car. “-would love to go on a date with you Felix.”

You both giggled and went off, as Joong was joined by Seonghwa who came to pick his friend up.

“Well would you look at that.” Seonghwa smiled as they watched the pair go off into their little world hand in hand. “He finally asked her out.”

“It was about damn time.” Joong muttered. “We would never hear the end of it from her if he hadn’t.”

The pair laughed along as they also went their separate way, already planning out their teasing as they sent word to the rest of their friends.

They would never let Felix live this down in peace.

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