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Summary: You and Dean Winchester are the top agents from Major Crimes. You’re also assigned as partners on the same case- a crime syndicate is running loose and buying out most of downtown New York. He hates you cause you hate him. You hate him cause you think he got in his position with his daddy’s influence. But this case is personal to one of you more than the other- and you may be getting too personal for comfort.

A/N - I said I’d post on Friday but surprise! Also, as a note, I have no intention of completely relating to realism (even though I’m pretty sure that’s a title of a chapter). This will be almost like an action/romance movie, and the format is sort of like that too.

SERIES MASTERLIST

Song Inspo: Shameless - Camila Cabello

narcissism

Fifty-Shots Bar had never had this many patrons before.

Clinking of glasses, the bellow of random toasts, tapping of the bar for another round, the whole trifecta played on loop until all those glasses came down on the counter and all the beefy men downing those drinks like water would slap the back of the tallest in the lot, forcing that dude with the unreasonably gorgeous hair to bend to their height from the pressure.

��What’s the occasion, boys?” The lady on shift, Jenna, chuckled. She was intrigued as to why the festivities were so… robust, but then one of the guys shoved the tall one forward, clapping his shoulder in a way that knocked the latter’s breath out.

“Ah, nothing.” The taller one tried playing it off, but the shorter wouldn’t hear of it. His green eyes shone mischievously as he ruffled the tall guy’s hair. Jenna’s eyes couldn’t help but trail down the patron’s, well, everything. Short blonde hair, five o’clock shadow on the sharpest jawline she’d ever seen. Lips always in a pout, daring her to kiss it away until they bruised. Casual denim shirt nothing short of tempting, as tight as a damn straitjacket over that broad, no doubt kissable chest. Arms framed in his sleeves, probably bore enough strength to throw her around like a ragdoll and he wouldn’t break a sweat.

She bit her lip. Oh Lord, this man was either from heaven or hell and she wouldn’t complain either way.

“It’s not nothing.” He laughed, shaking his head. “My brother Sam here took down a big-time multi level marketing scheme. So damn modest.” Another clap of Sam’s shoulder. However, he seemed to have clocked Jenna and her obvious admiration of his entire being, a quirk of the corner of his mouth having her knees like jelly. “What’s your name, beautiful?”

She giggled, her finger twirling her hair around her finger as if she was a little schoolgirl with her first crush. “Jenna. What’s yours?”

“Dean Winchester.” He took her hand, kissing her knuckle and letting his lips linger, smouldering eye contact sending shivers down her spine. “Agent Dean Winchester. Say, Jenna, what time do you get off?”

“When you do.” She breathed, and the low chuckle from Dean had her snapping back into her senses but also getting a very noticeable ache between her thighs. “Um, in an hour.”

Sam had already left. He wasn’t in the mood for watching very visible eye-banging.

Champagne. Chauvinists. The classic fancy, downtown party hosted by a family that owned half of Chicago. Flashing lights, a pair of eyes on you at all times… it was rather an overwhelming feeling, one that you couldn’t shake.

You didn’t know whether to feel confident or hunted in the red dress that you wore, satin and navy and with an open back- all things nice and very attractive to men. Your makeup and blonde (for today) hair done like a movie star and getting the attention of every man in the room, regardless of age.

“And who might you be, sweets?” A very Southern accent drawled from behind you, and you turned around, making a show of playing the innocent yet extremely attractive and mysterious lady at the most extravagant birthday party you had ever seen.

You were playing a stereotype. You hated stereotypes.

“Anna Raleigh.” You responded smoothly, and he seemed to buy it, taking your hand and kissing the knuckle, the creepy eye contact urging you to snatch your hand back and scrub it with an antiseptic wipe.

“Miss Raleigh, you are a work of art. Name’s Matthias Aldrich.” He practically purred, and that sent a cold shiver up your spine.

You put on a polite, smitten smile, though you were inwardly rolling your eyes. “Thank you, sir.”

Matthias tucked a strand of your blonde hair behind your ear. “I’ve always been fond of women who are the golden type of blonde. Hope this is natural.”

You took a crouton from a passing tray, popping it in your mouth and chewing on it, answering once you’d swallowed the bite. You’d done it quick because you could see this dude’s eyes on your lips as you chewed. “I say, these croutons are quite dry, no?”

The door to Jenna’s apartment burst open, her and Dean stumbled in, lips locked, door closing with a well-timed click and moans echoing amid breathy sighs. Dean’s jacket fell just as Jenna’s fingers tugged on his hair, causing him to jolt and let out a growl, groaning as he bent to kiss her neck. “Just like that.” He murmured, nipping and assaulting the tanned skin. Only detaching to pull her skimpy tank over her head, revealing a hot pink, lace bra.

She’s freaky. He liked that.

“You like?” She breathed, ample chest heaving as her teeth worried her bottom lip, batting her eyelashes. Putting on a show for him.

“Mmh.” He hummed, nodding before he reached for the clasp, effortlessly undoing it. It fell to the floor, and he clicked his tongue with a grin. “Better.”

“Much.” She purred, kissing him hotly and leading them to the bedroom.

Pushing.

Pulling.

Grinding.

Jenna’s legs wrapping around his waist, courtesy of Dean putting them there. Moans. Groans. Whimpers. Cries and low mutters of each other’s name. The room heating up and pulsing with enough pressure to forge a diamond.

The bed creaking. Headboard banging. High pitched moans that belong in a porno. Groans of ‘just like that’ and whines of ‘right there’ and ‘don’t stop’.

Not even after a minute after your comment about the dry croutons, the building was stormed. Armed personnel burst through every exit, holding up automatics and yelling for everyone to get their hands up, while you were taken by the arm by one of the people yelling ‘FBI! Hands where we can see them!’ and dragged in a way which appeared rough.

You were led kicking and screaming into a side van, and the moment the door slid shut, you snapped out of it, pulling the wig off. “About time, eh, boys?”

“At least we got your signal.” One protested, while another snorted.

“Dry croutons? Really?” He rolled his eyes, spinning on the chair, raising a pointed eyebrow at you. “With all due respect, it could be something less outlandish.”

“Then it would be too easy to miss, Velasquez.” You retorted, grabbing a makeup wipe and beginning to practically scrub it all off. Also taking an antiseptic wipe and a bottle of hand sanitizer to rid your hand of Matthias Aldrich’s lips. “And since when do I work like I’m a basic, sweater wearing, background blending Gertrude?”

“She has a point, Velasquez.” One agent quipped as he went by. You pointed after him with a smirk.

“Willis gets it.” You grinned, shrugging. “Why can’t you? Have a heart, Velasquez.”

“Yeah, have a heart.”

“Shut up!” Velasquez yelled after him, and got the middle finger from Willis in response.

“You ready to report to the CO, Agent?” Willis asked you, passing you a mug of coffee, which you gratefully sipped.

“When am I not?” You chuckled, letting the warm liquid wash over your throat. “Now, I don’t care what you two clowns do, I need these guys behind bars for two lifers at least. I’ve been hunting down these sons of bad mothers for months. I’m not having any slip ups, no buy ins nor outs. Every. Exit. Sealed.” You looked between the two with an intense glare, no nonsense and all business. “Am I clear?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Morning afters were always hard for Dean. He had a rule that he followed to the T.

Mind blowing sex? Doesn’t matter, leave before he gets attached and she gets hurt.

“Sorry, Jen, I’d stay, but I’m late for work.” He hurriedly buttoned his denim shirt, trying not to get distracted by the sight of the girl in the sheets, naked body only a thin layer of cotton away.

All he had to do was peel it.

“Aw, handsome, I thought you’d stay for round six.” Jenna giggled, looking him up and down. Inside, Dean was rolling his eyes in frustration. They always got clingy after the best night of their life. Then again, that was purely his fault.

“I would, trust me, darlin’.” He cleared his throat, walking into the living room and finding his jacket and keys, along with his belt. That was important.

Jenna stepped in as well, clad in a silk robe that made her look no short of delectable. But he had to resist. Stick to the damn code. “Y’know, I’m a sucker for a man in uniform.”

She was trying a hit. God, she was trying hard. Dean had to physically resist going back for another hit. She was clingy, sure, but there was a huge double standard there.

“Are you, now?” He smirked, running a hand through his messy hair. “Careful, sweetheart, or I might sextuple dip.”

“Maybe I want you to.” She winked, and it had him chuckling, looking down and then back at her.

“Tempting. Very tempting.”

You stepped into the office, your heels making small taps on the floor as you went, signing in and showing your ID at the register before making your way inside. You’d been told to take a rest for a few days before you returned to your post in the HQ at DC, but who were you to listen?

And everyone knew it too, because the very moment you stepped inside, you were greeted with a show of applause and cheers from your colleagues. “Tenth drug ring of your career.” Agent Lafitte clapped your shoulder, chuckling. “You’re on a roll, sister.”

“Cool it with the flattery, Benny, I’m on a time crunch.” You snorted, shaking your head and holding a hand out for a case file, which was dropped into your hand as you continued walking.

“Hi.” There was a blonde girl beside you, hair pulled up into a ponytail, presumably the one who handed the fine to you. “Agent Jo Harvelle. I used to work narcotics, but they’re giving me a trial in Major Crimes. I was told by the CO to shadow you, so I can get a good sense of the ropes.”

While looking through the files, you glanced up at Agent Harvelle, seeing the eager look on her face. Rather like you when you started, and the eager ones made good agents. With a little tough love. “Yeah, a’ight. CO’s called me for a briefing, so it’ll be up to him whether you stay or step out.”

“About that drug ring you busted?” She grinned. “I was told. By practically everyone. How are you that skilled?”

“Ain’t my first rodeo, hon.” You smirked as you reached the boss’ office, rapping twice on the door with your knuckles and earning a polite ‘come in’.

That you did, finding your superior officer, Senior Agent Robert Singer, standing behind his desk, nose deep in a file while his ear was being talked off by… oh, boy.

Agent Winchester.

“So I quickly take my gun, aim it between his eyes,” He held up finger guns and aimed them to prove his point, completely disregarding your arrival, hideously typical, “and I said ‘hands up or I’ll reenact Rambo’. Genius, am I right?”

You cleared your throat sharply.

That got Agent Winchester’s attention, his green eyes zeroing in on you and giving you memories back that you tried to dispose of in the first place. A smirk twitched at those lips that were once too close to be professional before they stretched into a grin, pearly whites flashing. “Mornin’, Agent. Surprised to see you here.”

“I could say the same thing.” You pressed your lips together (and your thighs, but you’d never admit that), turning to Agent Singer instead. “Should I leave Harvelle outside, sir?”

“That’s ideal.” Singer nodded, so you signalled to Harvelle to stay outside as you closed and locked the soundproof door. You passed the file on the Brierson drug ring to him, which he checked over. “Impressive work, as always. This’ll land them behind bars for sure.”

“Always the perfectionist, aren’t you?” Winchester quipped, arms folded across his chest with a smug smirk. Your brow twitched; you knew exactly why he was highlighting that word in bold, italics, whatever he was intending to do. You’d just rather not think about it.

You scanned him over, adding all the facts in your head. His shirt wasn’t ironed. Belt was wonky. Hair looked like it had a comb desperately run through it but failed to tame it. Faint hint of something red you recognised as a lipstick smear on his jugular and a sliver of a purple bruise that disappeared under his collar. Which was hastily pulled up. His tie done in the simplest knot ever and still looked tragic.

He got here in quite the rush.

“Nice night?” You shot back, a full smirk tugging at your lips and making his drop. He gave you a look which blatantly said smartass, while you proudly notched that win on your belt.

Singer looked between the two of you before tapping his desk. “Entertaining, but not why you’re both here. We’ve found ourselves in a fix. Franz Brierson wasn’t at that party.”

Your blood ran cold. That guy was the big boss, the guy who started it all, got everyone on his payroll. If he was loose… but he couldn’t be loose. Unless you didn’t check?

“I’ve been looking into it for the past five hours. That’s right, I got here early.” Singer huffed out a breath. “There’s a chance that our big boss was notified beforehand. A mole that told him we were coming.”

“A mole. In the FBI.” Dean muttered, now serious as he rubbed a hand into his mouth. “We’ve been clean for years.”

“It’s the only explanation.” You piped up, shaking your head as you began to pace. Heels tapping, Dean’s eyes fixating on the sway of your hips and your ass in that getup at the wrong goddamn moment. “That operation was airtight. No room for error. Only someone on the inside could have leaked that info.”

“You two are the best Major Crimes has. Most arrests, most drug and crime busts I’ve seen on a record in all my years of being here.” Singer folded his arms, looking between the two of you. “I don’t know the whats, whens, whos, hows, whys of what happened when you two were last assigned on a case together, but I need this operation to stay in this circle right here.” He faced you. “When you’re working this case, Agent Harvelle can’t be there. It’s gonna be hard to shake, but you can handle it. As for you,” Singer shot an exasperated look at Winchester, “look presentable!”

“I look hot.” Dean pouted, now holding his jacket over his shoulder with it hooked on his index.

“Hot isn’t FBI. Go sort yourself out, or I’ll get your brother to do it. I need to oversee operations.” Singer left the room and the tense air between you and Dean, which you faced head on.

“So,” You started in a lilting voice, which he recognised instantly as your teasing tone and prompting an eye roll before the words left your lips, “was she good?”

“Shut up.” He groaned, shaking his head as he pulled his suit jacket back on. “None of your damn business. It’s an intimate exploration, not exhibitionism.” He lowered his voice so you couldn’t hear. “Though she’d probably be into that.”

“Are we calling sex an intimate exploration now?” You scoffed lightly, laughing afterwards. “You’re such a sappy romantic.”

“Asshole.” He shot back. Two can play, Winchester.

“Dumbass.”

“Smartass.”

“Jackass.”

“We gotta stop using ‘ass’ in every sentence.” He groaned, running a hand through his hair and picking up the file to busy himself. But the file was picked out of his hands, left carelessly on the desk, your lips claiming his something sinful.

Something that had him moaning, gripping your hips and his mouth soft, pliable, agreeable to your every want and need. He was all yours, and that was all it took to silence him.

Well, not really silence him, but details weren’t necessary. Not when your plush lips were pressing against his neck like that. Hot, open mouthed. Insistent. Rousing. Dizzying. Intoxicating.

He’d be damned if he ever got enough.

His shirt was soon hanging open, tie discarded as the marks of that sexy lipstick shade littered his torso, and he wasn’t complaining. He definitely wasn’t complaining when you sank to your knees, unbuckling his belt as your tongue traced his abs. Didn’t dare when his slacks pooled to the floor, boxers dropping next, his hand tangling in your hair as-

“Hey.” Your fingers snapped in front of him, taking him out of his delightful daydream, however ill-timed. He swallowed, giving himself a once over. No tie discarded, no shirt undone, no lipstick marks and definitely no you looking so sexy on your knees for him. Having him whine for you.

That was a thought worth biting his lip to.

“You with me?” You continued, and upon his shaky nod, you gave him a weird look before continuing on with your briefing. He inwardly wiped sweat off his brow, thankful to whatever god was watching for the lucky save.

You were sipping a late-night decaf coffee as you contemplated the case again, dressed in your worst-looking pyjamas with an old tea stain on the front and fuzzy socks. Had you scoped the party properly, you could’ve clocked if big man Brierson was actually there. But he’d known, he’d known, and now everyone in Major Crimes was under investigation.

By you.

Well, and Agent Winchester, but you’d rather not think of him. You’re actually not quite sure what happened between you two, all that you broke your own rules for your heart to be broken too. You focused on your job, he had fun. Your cycle went that way.

You’d find a new case, he’d find a new girl. Both to busy yourselves so you wouldn’t have to think about each other, which worked until now.

You got a phone call, and you mindlessly picked it up, irritated as you were pulled from your contemplative thoughts. “What do you want? I’m busy.”

‘Dean, so nice to hear from you.’ You heard, his voice mimicking yours before switching back to his. ‘Wow, Agent, colour me surprised; it’s nice to hear from you too. How are you, Dean? I’m perfectly fine, sweetheart, how are you? You’re so polite.’

“Do I sound like someone to engage in small talk right now?” You deadpanned among chuckles at his own joke, putting your dinner - leftovers - in the microwave. God, you weren’t in the mood for this.

Eventually his snickers subsided, and he cleared his throat as you set the mug down. ‘Duly noted. You’re boring. Anyway, about the mole case. I think we should meet up in the office tomorrow to draw up a list of potential suspects.’

You took your warmed dinner, placing the phone between your shoulder and ear as you stabbed the spaghetti with a fork, chewing as you spoke. “And I think you’re insane. That’s the place we’re casing. Why in the hell would we start drafting up names there?”

You heard Dean clear his throat at the end of the line. ‘Right. Got it. My place?’ Truth is, Dean had been hoping you’d say anything but ‘let’s not draft at the office’. He was scared he’d lift you up on the nearest surface and do what he hadn’t the previous time, mark you, claim you and then let you claim him, mark him, wreck him. He didn’t know what you two were, or what you’d become.

Maybe strangers with very intense, deep seated sexual tension.

“What time?” You asked through yet another bite of spaghetti. You weren’t about to forgo dinner for this dude, cordiality be damned.

‘Tomorrow, straight after hours, just head to my place. Does that work for you?’

“Mm, yeah.” You nodded, setting down your plate to quickly note it in your schedule. “See you then, Agent Winchester.”

‘Call me Dean.’

“Agent Winchester.” It was the least you could do after how things got last time. Again, you’d rather not talk about it.

You walked into the DC office after registering, briefing with Agent Singer before heading to the break room, where you found Trainee Agent Harvelle, Trainee Agent Kevin Tran, Agent Benjamin Lafitte, Agent Garth Fitzgerald and Agent Sam Winchester.

You knew Sam. He was a damn sight more respectful and less… Dean-esque than his older brother. Smarter, yet less effective on brute force raids. For that, you needed Dean Winchester. Anything research, or hacking into databases, Sam was your guy.

“Agents.” You smiled awkwardly, not knowing how else to greet them as you went straight for the coffee pot. Thank the Lord for the petition to make the standard of coffee in that jug better that got the vote from every damn person in the department.

HR and Maintenance can suck it.

“Agent.” The rest of them replied, identically sipping cups of Joe.

“Agents.” Singer walked in, holding a file. “Briefing room. Now.” He walked out, and you all followed suit, taking your coffees with you because you needed the caffeine to sustain your brains. Once you all stepped into the briefing room, where Agent Winchester and Agent Nick Garrison were waiting.

Singer grunted, pulling up a slideshow on the board. “Let’s get this over with.” He showed bodies, robbed banks, hostage situations. “Six occurrences of organised crime over the past four weeks. All hitting major municipalities. Now it’s our jurisdiction.”

“What have we got from the crime scenes?” Agent S. Winchester asked, brow furrowed in thought.

“Nothing but this snake logo, spray painted at every scene.” Up comes a logo of a rearing cobra.

You shrugged, quickly figuring something out. “Well, that solves half of the mystery. They want our attention.”

“It is possible.”

“I think it’s a temper tantrum.” You snorted, pointing to the board. “Look at where they’re hitting. Large cities, maximum damage, it’s a cry out for our beady eyes. Leaving a logo at the scene? Someone either wants to get caught or lead us on.”

“Sounds kinda like girls at a bar.” Agent D. Winchester snickered, but earned a weird look from everyone in the room. “What? I make my own style of analogies, don’t come at me for it.”

“Who’s on the team, sir?” Lafitte asked, the man all slow drawl, suave talk and suspenders.

You pointed to Agent D. Winchester, smirking. “Leave him out, his main interests are girls and booze.”

“Blow me.” He scoffed in retaliation, glaring at you. That was a mistake on Dean’s part, cause he started to imagine it. Oh, that memory’s vivid as hell.

“Beg for it.” You shot back, and despite the steady inflation of awkwardness, he really had half a mind to beg for it, honour be damned to hell.

Pin drop silence. Shared smirks. Uncomfortable eye contact between you and Dean, your minds going to places they really shouldn’t.

Agent Singer cleared his throat, then continued talking. “I want you,” he pointed to you, “and the two Agent Winchesters and Agent Lafitte on it, and the two trainees Agent Tran and Harvelle to shadow. You’re dismissed, except for you two.”

Didn’t take a genius to know who ‘you two’ were.

So everyone but you and Agent D. Winchester filtered out, and the moment the door closed, you were both less bickering, head chopping and heart ripping. More on business.

“This is a good chance for you two to scout for our mole.” Singer looked between the two of you pointedly. “As much unknown history as you two have, you idjits need to set that aside. For the sake of our damn Major Crimes unit. Narcotics will give me hell if I don’t sort this out. And the board of directors will be less pleased that we’ve been compromised.”

“We understand, sir.” You nodded, understanding how goddamn serious this was. Lives were on the line. Your jobs, the Federal Bureau of Investigation’s maintained integrity. “We can put aside our differences, can’t we, daddy’s boy?” You smirked at Dean, then pretended to realise that you’d made a mistake. “Oh, my bad. Agent Winchester.”

Dean resisted a clapback with all his might. He didn’t care if their CO was right there, he’d bend you over this desk and show you who’s really in control here.

That would wipe the smirk off those pretty lips. Replace it with his claim over you.

“So, Dean, I wanna know.” Sam smirked, cracking open a beer and passing it to his older brother. “What’s with you and her?”

Dean scoffed, sipping the beer and shaking his head. “I’m asked this fifty times a day. There’s nothing going on here. We’re work colleagues. She’s incredibly annoying, and grating, and infuriating, and I’m extremely handsome.”

That got a wider smirk from Sam, a knowing one. “You knew who I was talking about.”

That caught Dean out, and he furrowed his brow in confusion. “Say what?”

“You have so many girls in your life that half of your contacts are women.” Sam raised an eyebrow, then chuckled. “But you knew who I was referencing first try.”

“Humour me, Sammy.” Dean grimaced, folding his arms. “How do you label intense sexual tension that was almost acted on yet it almost broke our personal set of rules? Hm? Thought so.”

“So, she’s kind of like an old flame.”

“That flame ain’t lit.”

Sam nodded slowly, giving a breathless chuckle and an inclination of his head. “Yeah. Sure.” He stepped out of the room to head upstairs, which alerted Dean of the implication. He rolled his eyes, throwing his hands up in the air.

“Hey! Sammy!”

NEXT UP:

“Oh, honey, such a flirt!” You laughed in a posh accent, mimicking your mother’s laugh to the best of your ability while you swatted Dean’s chest. He smirked at the look in your eyes, because goddamn was it obvious that you hated this.

“Darlin’, I can’t help myself around you.” He turned to the other charity goers with a proud smirk, gesturing to all of you. “Can’t keep my hands off my gorgeous wife. Might have to have something off the menu for dessert, if you catch my drift.” He winked at some elderly ladies, who giggled and waved him off.

“Such a charming boy.” One cooed, obviously eyeing Dean up with poorly restrained envy. While you looked around for your target, you missed the way Dean’s eyes travelled down your body in that form-fitting red dress, v-neck, v-back, thigh slit where he knew you had a thigh holster strapped in, all the good stuff. And his eyes were on those scarlet heels.

He was imagining ramming into you with those sexy things on. And that dress, well, it’d be off in second if he had the chance. And that lipstick? Well, it’d be smeared and leaving prints on his neck, chest, abs and- that’s going a bit too unprofessional.

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Cruel Summer -Masterlist

Prologue

1. Seasons - Bebe Rexha

2.Beautiful People – Ed Sheeran

3. Get to know you – Samantha Harvey

4. Anywhere – Rita Ora

5. The Man – Taylor Swift

6.Late Night Talking – Harry Styles

7. The List – Maisie Peters

8.The Night we Met – Lord Huron

9.The Show – Niall Horan

10.Somewhere only we know – Keane

11.Tolerate It – Taylor Swift

12.Glowing Review – Maisie Peters

13.I Wanna Be yours – Arctic Monkeys

14.Lover of mine – 5 Seconds of Summer

15.Gentle – Lexi Jayde

16.City of Stars – La La Land

17.Astronomy – Conan Gray

18.Bad for Buisiness – Sabrina Carpenter

19.I’ll get the Coffee -Kathryn Gallagher

20.Easy – Camila Cabello

21.Yours- Conan Gray

22.Riptide – Vance Joy

23.Labyrinth – Taylor Swift

24.Us – James Bay

25.You are in love – Taylor Swift

26. Dandelions - Ruth B

27. I like me better - Lauv

28. Happiness is a butterfly - Lana Del Rey

29. Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol

30. Vampire - Olivia Rodrigo

31. There it goes - Maisie Peters

32. Ho Hey - The Lumineers

33. One way or another - Blondie

34. Difficult - Gracie Abrams

35. Boat - Ed Sheeran

36. Power - Little Mix

37. I lived - One Republic

38. Best Days - Alessia Cara

39. Ferrari - James Hype

40. Till Forever Falls Apart - Ashe, Finneas

41. Place in me - Luke Hemmings

42. Green Light - Lorde

43. Physical - Dua Lipa

44. Lover - Taylor Swift

45. Exhale - Sabrina Carpenter

46. Timeless - Taylor Swift

Epilogue

Never Grow Up (Lyanna's pregnancy and Julia's birth)

Paper rings (Lyanna & Charles wedding)

First times (Julia's first Grand Prix attendance)

Happy birthday (Julia's first birthday)

Best Days (Julia's first words and steps)

Mean (Julia's first day at kindergarten)

Out Of The Woods (Charles teaches Lyanna how to drive)

Eyes Open (Losing Julia in the paddock)

Superman (Julia tries karting for the first time)

Soon You'll Get Better (Lyanna's second pregnancy)

Castles Crumbling (Charles and Lyanna's relationship)

Dress (Lando's wedding)

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x reader #fiction #writing #charles leclerc imagines #charles leclerc x female reader #cl16 #cl16 x reader #f1 x oc #f1 fic #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic

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bloodhoundluke · 2 years ago

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𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

welcome! here's my masterlist. i hope you enjoy these pieces as much i've enjoyed writing them. as in for now, i'll be writing for luke hemmings. this is supposed to be a safe place for everyone. please keep in mind that the writing here does not represent real people: in other words, these are purely fiction.

REQUESTS: CLOSED

🌸 = fluff

🌧 = angst

❤️‍🔥 = smut

𝗅𝗎𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗆𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌

singular blurbs & fics:

birthday shenanigans 🌸 wake me up when september ends 🌸🌧 (songfic) and i love the way you decorate my heart 🌸🌧 (christmas themed) nervous [university au] 🌸🌧 for the love of strange medicine 🌸🌧 lucky 🌸 (sickfic) you, forever 🌧🌸

drunken smiles & fishnet stockings ❤️‍🔥🌸 (halloween themed) hush and kiss me 🌸 (winter themed)

headcanons:

halloween 🌸

instagram blurbs:

pt. 1 ➢ pt. 2 (gf! reader, fc: camila cabello) secrets? ➢ pt. 2 no more secrets (gf! reader, fc: claudia tihan) roses (painter/digital illustrator! reader, fc: sabrina carpenter) ready for those flashing lights (model!reader, fc: alexa demie) i like thursdays (booktuber!reader, fc: steph bohrer)

series:

dress code: baby blue pt. 1: best years 🌸 ⎮ pt.2 (coming)

when facing the things we turn away from (the rest of them are coming) starting line 🌸🌧 ⎮ saigon 🌸🌧 ⎮ motion 🌸🌧 ⎮ place in me 🌧 ⎮ baby blue ⎮ repeat ⎮ mum ⎮ slip away 🌧 ⎮ diamonds ⎮ a beautiful dream ⎮ bloodline ⎮ comedown

updated: 11/2023.

© 2022- bloodhoundluke. everything posted here is original, written by me (unless stated otherwise). so please, do respect my writing pieces and do not post them anywhere without crediting me. and if you want to do so, please contact me first.

& you can find my prompt list here!

++ you can find my 5sos fic recommendations by the tag 'my recommendations'

& the dividers are not mine, they are by @baexywth.

#masterlist #luke hemmings masterlist #5sos fanfiction #luke hemmings fanfic #luke hemmings imagine #luke 5sos #5sos fluff #luke hemmings fluff #5sos smut #luke hemmings smut #5sos angst #luke hemmings angst #my writing

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miss-choi-park · 8 months ago

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Sin never tasted so...

Chapter 11 - Better than Shakespeare (Finale)

A TXT Yeonjun Fanfiction from Mrs. Choi-Park

CEO/non-idol/dom/bully!Yeonjun! / Confident/sub/named/fem!Reader!

Previous Chapter:

[...] It wasn't my decision, it was that of a person who I never thought would make my life worth living so much. And I was more than ready to make a decision that had the same significance and made his life worth living so that he felt the way I felt right now.

Warnings are not needed I think😆

Please remember that I fully respect the privacy of all K-Pop Idols and that this is just a fantasy. It's not my intention to harm anyone! (I've been a MOA since March 2023)

“Okay, see you there, honey.” Yeonjun said, before I pressed the ‘call end’ symbol.

It was Tuesday now…three days since Yeonjun made his decision to leave his parents and their company. Even though I had told him again and again that his parents would definitely pull themselves together and get in touch with him, I didn't seem to be right.

On Sunday we both made the decision to tell my parents everything before it might be too late. They deserved to know the truth, even if no one could predict their reaction.

I had simply told my parents that I wanted to introduce them to a boy. No more and no less. They sounded happily surprised on their cell phones and they were looking forward to the dinner, which was about to happen. Since Yuna knew about me and Yeonjun, I begged her to busy my mind beforehand. So we went shopping in town before it turned 5 o'clock and I had to say goodbye to my bestie. Yeonjun would drive himself to my parents while I took the bus. It would have been a detour for him to get to the city first, even if he offered to pick me up.

Anyway, I was now sitting in the bus and it was just before the stop where I had to get off. Yeonjun would come later than me, which was a good thing. The quarter hour gave me the opportunity to raise some awareness within my parents.

I stared absentmindedly at the road rushing beneath the bus.

To be honest, I was so excited that I felt like I was going to take off at any moment. On the other hand, telling my parents the truth was the right decision. Even though I didn't think they would disown me like Yeonjun's parents did... I didn't want to risk it either.

I trusted my parents...that they would understand...I hoped.

The announcement of the stop at which I had to get off echoed through the almost empty bus, so I dug my nails deeper into my bag.

The tiredness from this morning was gone. I couldn't get any rest tonight and the three lectures didn't really help either...but as time progressed...my heart beat faster and faster against my chest. The bus stopped and I got up to get off, although I briefly thought about just staying seated.

Today was a surprisingly beautiful day. My birthday was approaching and I fervently hoped to be able to celebrate it with my parents.

I had to walk for about five minutes to get to my parents' house, unfortunately today it felt like an hour. It was probably because I was walking so slowly.

My heart was beating faster and faster, my stomach was twisting and my intestines didn't seem to leave me in peace either.

A little desperate, I looked at my cell phone, which showed me the time was 5:37 p.m. I had told my parents I would be there at half past five...so I was already a little late. I could imagine 50,000 other scenarios that I would prefer right now. What was I even supposed to say?!

...actually I had been racking my brain about it all day today...on two occasions I even had some pretty good ideas...but unfortunately I had forgotten them again.

I finally stopped in front of my parents' house.

My gaze wandered over the suburban home where I grew up. I used to call it home...but right now it felt like a house of horrors that I didn't want to go into.

Come on Sumi! You've waited long enough. They are your parents, they deserve the truth!

I hesitantly walked along the entrance until I finally stopped in front of the front door and hesitantly put my finger on the doorbell and finally pressed it after five seconds.

My mother literally seemed to have been waiting behind the door as quickly as she opened it.

"Ah, there you are!” She greeted me and pulled me straight into a hug.

"How are you? Everything good?" She continued to ask as she let go of me and invited me inside.

I looked at her for a moment.

"I am fine." I lied and my mother smiled widely before looking over my shoulder.

"Where did you leave your boyfriend?” She asked and I gulped as I kicked off my sneakers.

"He...he's coming soon.” I muttered as I got rid of my shoes and crawled into the slippers that were waiting for me.

Meanwhile, my mother closed the door behind me.

"I guess the gentleman is shy, huh?" I heard my father's voice, which made me look up. He was standing in the hallway and smiled warmly at me.

I took a breath...

"Seems so." I muttered.

My father laughed briefly before turning around and disappearing into the living room, where my mother followed him.

"I made delicious food!" My mother announced and I trotted into the living room after my parents.

My father was already sitting at the dining table and had opened the newspapers that he had probably read.

My mother stood behind the kitchen island and poured some water into a glass.

Oh man...they seemed really happy...and there was nothing wrong with that...but I felt like I was under electricity.

"Here. When is your darling coming?” My mother asked, handing me the glass. I wrinkled my nose and took the glass from her.

"I don't use that pet name for him." I said and my father started to laugh, which drew my mother and my attention to him.

"What do you call him?" He asked and I took a sip first. Oh man, how do I start this off gently before Yeonjun rings here in no less than ten minutes?!

"He usually calls me Honey or... little one and I...I don't know...", something popped up in my mind, that seemed like a good start, "I call him Junnie."

"Junnie? Is that a nickname?" my father asked, he still had a big smile on his lips.

"How long have you been together?" My mother asked before I took another sip, hoping it would calm me down.

"Two months." I mumbled and mom's eyes widened.

"Really?"

"Hm..."

Then there was silence in which I could swear I could hear my heartbeat.

"I can't wait to meet him." My father said and took off his glasses. I just nodded.

"He...may not be what...you imagine." I said sheepishly, even though I could barely hear myself.

"Oh, sweetie, don't be so afraid, as long as he's nice to you, we'll like him." My mother said and went to my father.

If only she didn't regret that statement.

She sat down next to my father who nodded.

"We'll be nice, you know us." he said.

Yes...I knew them...and I knew who they hated...

"Sit down first, when is your boyfriend coming?" Dad asked, pointing to a chair at the front of the table.

I took another breath before slowly starting to move.

It was a miracle that I wasn't shaking with excitement.

"Maybe in ten minutes." I said as I sat down.

"Then it's good." My father said and put his glasses back on to continue reading his magazine. Meanwhile, I turned my glass around in my hands.

Damn, Yeonjun was coming soon and I hadn't prepared my parents for what was about to happen.

"If he's nice to me...can you get along with anyone?” I asked cautiously as I lifted my gaze and looked my mother in the eyes again.

"Of course sweetie, why are you so scared?"

My mother just knew me too well. She could smell my emotional state from ten meters away, against the wind.

"Because he...he really won't be what you expect.” I said cautiously, which made my father look up from his magazine.

He raised an eyebrow: "Hopefully he's not older than me..."

I started to laugh briefly before looking back at my glass, "No...he's only four years older than me."

"Oh so much older? I thought it was someone from your university." My mother said and I looked up again.

"No...he...we know each other from somewhere else.” I said and my parents exchanged a look.

"But four years is nothing...I mean your mother and I are six years apart.” My father pointed out and I began to nod again.

I jumped when the doorbell rang.

Shit! Yeonjun not yet!

"Oh that must be him!" My mother said and jumped up from her chair. Like her, I jumped up, which attracted everyone's attention.

"I'm opening the door! Please wait here!" I almost demanded. My parents raised their eyebrows.

"Yeah...okay, we'll stay here." My father tried to calm me down. However, my brain was numb.

This wasn't the perfect time Yeonjun! If only I had walked a little faster earlier.

Without saying anything, I turned around and practically ran out of the living room. I quickly rushed to the door, glanced over my shoulder to make sure my parents weren't looking and opened the door once I was sure.

"Oh...hey." Yeonjun greeted me, seeming relieved to see me behind the door.

"Lucky you're already here, I thought I was too early.” He said, but I didn't say anything in response, just pushed him back a little and also stepped out of the door, only to pull it slightly behind me so that my parents wouldn't recognize his voice immediately.

"Everything OK?"

"You're way too early! I haven't had any time to prepare them yet!” I said frantically, but so quietly that only Yeonjun would understand me.

His big surprised eyes quickly softened as he began to smile.

"I thought you said you weren't excited." He said and put a hand on my waist. He pulled me a little closer to him and I couldn't help the pent-up feeling from running out of my lungs.

He was right, but I only said that to calm him down. He was so restless on Sunday that I had to calm him down somehow. So I just said that. And it wasn't a lie on Sunday I really wasn't afraid, but things looked completely different now.

"I'm excited as shit..." I admitted as I placed my hands against his chest. His light blue denim jacket served as support.

"Little one, we'll manage it." Yeonjun murmured before I felt his forehead fall against mine. I closed my eyes shortly afterwards.

"Remember? As long as we stay together, we'll get through it all..." He whispered and, as if by magic, my heart calmed down a little. Yeonjun was right! No matter what happened...we would stick together.

"You look amazing by the way!" Yeonjun said after leaning back. This statement brought a smile to my lips. When I looked up at him I was greeted by a warm smile that told me everything was going to be okay.

"You too." I murmured, which only made his smile grow wider.

I really loved when he styled his fluffy hair in a pony, it made his features so much kinder and sweeter.

"We're going in here together and out together, no matter what happens.” He said and I couldn't help but pull myself up on tiptoes and give him a quick kiss on the lips.

"I love you!" I whispered after I was fully back on my feet.

Yeonjun had to laugh for a moment: "Hmm...good for you!"

His statement was followed by a slap on my butt. I rolled my eyes before taking his hand in mine and taking another breath.

I could do it all with him. It was almost scary how quickly Yeonjun calmed my excitement. Of course my stomach was still churning, but I seemed to be calmer in everything.

Finally I turned around and pulled him with me.

With him on my hand, I felt prepared for whatever might come. So I opened the door without thinking about it and led Yeonjun into the house where I would never have ever expected him to be.

Yeonjun quickly took off his shoes and put on the slightly larger slippers, before we exchanged a quick look. Yeonjun pressed his lips together and nodded once, which told me it was now or never.

A little hesitantly, I turned around and led the way.

However, I positioned myself in the entrance to the living room so that Yeonjun wouldn't be visible behind me.

"You have to promise me not to freak out." I said to my parents who were sitting expectantly at the dinner table.

My father laughed: "Bring him in already!"

I took a deep breath as I looked intently at my parents. I slowly entered the room so Yeonjun could enter too. He was following me, from what I could make out by the footsteps behind me. My eyes never left my parents for a second, not even when both of their jaws dropped.

I held my breath as I saw Yeonjun bowing next to me.

"Hello...nice to see you again.” Yeonjun greeted my parents respectfully before standing upright again.

No one in the room said anything after that. I didn't even think I could hear or see my parents breathing. Only the ticking clock brought an impatient sound into the silence.

My mother was the first to close her mouth and look at me. Her face was hard to read, but I didn't have time to as my father pushed his chair back and slowly got up.

I could read his look exactly. He was angry...every muscle in his face told me that. My heart began to beat faster again.

"Dad...please don't be angry...I told you he's not what you expected." I tried to reassure my father as he rounded the table. His gaze was fixed on Yeonjun, who audibly gasped as my father approached.

Instinctively, I took a step forward and stopped my father by placing my hands on his chest. He would never harm me, but I wasn't so sure about Yeonjun...the way my father looked at him.

"Dad please. Listen to us first.” I tried to calm him down and his eyes actually found mine.

"Mike...Sumi is right, let's eat first." I heard my mother's voice. Hearing her statement gave me some strength to hold my father's gaze longer.

"Choi Yeonjun?!" my father hissed. But before I could reply, I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Sir, I have no intention of insulting you. I'm not like my parents, I don't mean to harm you. All I want is a nice dinner to explain all this." I heard Yeonjun say, which gave me even more strength.

My father looked intently at Yeonjun behind me. But to my relief, every fiber of his being no longer seemed to want Yeonjun dead.

"Dinner with you?!" my father asked and suddenly I saw my mother next to him.

"Mike, sit down. Don't do anything stupid.” She said and my father seemed to calm down a little more, which calmed the racing of my heart too.

My father's gaze shifted to my mother, who pulled him back and smiled warmly at him.

When my father actually went back to his chair a little later, Yeonjun and I let out our breaths at the same time.

"Sit down, I will serve the food.” My mother said, looking back and forth between me and Yeonjun.

Unlike my father she seemed calmer and genuinely friendly. After she turned around into the kitchen, I exchanged a look with Yeonjun and raised my eyebrows briefly and shrugged.

Then I waled over and sat on the chair opposite my father, who looked at me skeptically. His eyebrows were so drawn together that you'd think he had a monobrow. Yeonjun sat down next to me shortly afterwards and my father's gaze wandered over to him, his face actually turned even darker like a cartoon character.

There was a more than awkward silence as my father leaned back and folded his hands over his ever-growing beer belly. He twiddled his thumbs more than obviously as he eyed Yeonjun. I could clearly feel his tension.

"What would you like to drink?" My mother asked, coming back to us and putting a glass in front of everyone.

She broke the awkward silence with a genuine smile on her lips.

"Beer…” My father grumbled at first and my eyes followed back to him. His gaze was still fixed on Yeonjun, as if he was silently asking him to say something next.

I started grinding my teeth. My excitement hadn't subsided in the slightest.

"I would like-"

"He's having a beer too!" My father interrupted Yeonjun. My tension grew.

“What do you want, my darling?” My mother asked and I slowly looked away from my father. Normally I would help my mother to get everything on the table, but I didn't dare leaving my father alone with Yeonjun.

"Please...something with alcohol too." I asked her and I also felt the other eyes on me.

Mom just nodded a little skeptical and turned around again.

I also turned back to my father, whose face seemed a little more relaxed.

Luckily my mother came back quickly and put the two bottles of beer on the table. She passed me a cocktail that she had probably already prepared. She had the same one.

My father grabbed his bottle pretty quickly and poured some into his beer glass, which Yeonjun did the same.

My father didn't hesitate for long and raised his glass to his lips. I was afraid he would drink it in one go as long as he sucked on the glass.

When he finally lowered it and half the glass was in his stomach, he cleared his throat.

"Two months, huh?” He began and I clutched my glass like a madwoman.

"We should have told you earlier...but it was...complicated.” Yeonjun took over the speaking, which took a huge burden off my shoulders.

"No no...you should wait two months anyway.", Dad said and then looked at me, "You should know whether it's something serious, right?"

I swallowed.

"So I think it's wonderful." My mother announced and caught everyone's attention.

Oh really?!

My mother looked around and her gaze landed on Yeonjun.

''Maybe we can finally settle the dispute like that.'' she continued and then looked at me. Her smile grew, if at all possible, even wider. All I heard from my father was an unconventional 'hm'.

''I'm not really sure about that.'’ Yeonjun said. His voice sounded defeated, which drew my eyes back to him.

Yeonjun fumbled his glass between his hands and stared briefly into the beer inside.

''My parents found out about this the wrong way…’’, Yeonjun looked up at my mother again and gave her a small smile, ''We had quite a fight.''

My mother's smile was gone when I looked back at her.

''What kind of argument?'' my father asked in between, attracting everyone's attention again.

''My father was very angry when he found out about me and Sumi.''

''Something completely new.'' my father grumbled.

''He kicked me out.'' Yeonjun said quickly before finally raising his glass and taking a sip.

My father's eyes widened and his gaze flickered to me: ''Kicked you out?''

I should finally say something.

''Do you see Dad? Yeonjun is not like what you think.''

''I decided against my family because my father wouldn't allow it.’’ Yeonjun said after lowering the glass again, which drew my father's gaze back to him. He studied Yeonjun for a while before leaning back in his chair.

You could literally hear the cogs working in his head.

''If that's not a token of love.'' my mother said quietly and I had to start smiling, but my eyes went to my lap. She was right, it really was.

''Really unbelievable, who would throw their own child out the door?'' My father asked and I looked up again.

''Oh, I have my own apartment, don't worry. I just have to look for my career somewhere else now." Yeonjun admitted and I looked at him again. We exchanged a quick look in which I tried to smile reassuringly at him before I also raised my glass to my lips.

''I...maybe I can help you there.'' my father said and Yeonjun's eyes widened.

''Excuse me?'' he asked my father as my eyes also went to my father.

''Two birds with one stone. I help my daughter's boyfriend to his feet and thus wipe out my competitor. Old Choi probably won't be happy to hear that his son is working for us.''

There was a moment of silence. Did my father just offer Yeonjun a job?! Was I dreaming?

''Of course only if you accept the offer.'' my father said and raised his eyebrows. I looked at Yeonjun, who was obviously completely perplexed...just like me.

''Wha-what kind of job?'' he asked and my father laughed.

''Well all the major management positions have been filled, but we still need readers. I'm sure you recognize good books when you read them, am I right?", My father said, raising his hand as he said, ''Starting salary 3.700.500 won per month without deductions.''

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Yeonjun's jaw drop.

I stared at my father like a dumb bird as well.

''OK 3.800.500 won, I can't get you more than that. Probably still a lot less than you earned from your parents.''

''Oh no, no! I-wow that's a really...thank you.'' Yeonjun stuttered.

My father started to smile as he looked at me.

''You don't have to be afraid that I'll kick you out because of this, mouse, hopefully you know that. As long as you're happy, I'm happy too," he said, leaning forward a little.

I nodded immediately, only then could I start to smile.

''Good!'' my father said a little louder and raised his glass, ''Then on a successful future!''

The rest of the evening was surprisingly friendly and open-minded. My parents, especially my father, seemed to accept Yeonjun more and more every minute and I was honestly happy that my parents took it so well. I have to admit once I got here, there was really a part of me that was afraid my parents would react the same way Yeonjun's did.

But with my parents like this I could look calmly into the future and the same goes for Yeonjun, who introduced my parents to Hueningkai and his Manhwa on the first day in the company. Hueningkai had already canceled the contract with the Choi's one day after the argument between Yeonjun and his parents. He said he wanted to publish it together with Yeonjun and not otherwise. So Yeonjun brought a great success to our company, which only made my father like him even more.

Every day felt like a fairytale after that drama with Yeonjun's parents. And even though I thought my life felt like Romeo and Juliet at one point...it was ultimately much better than Shakespeare's drama.

Two months later

It was Sunday and I was sitting at the breakfast table with Yeonjun in his apartment. As almost always, I had only woken up ten minutes ago and Yeonjun had already prepared breakfast. He was typing away on his phone as I drank my orange juice.

''Huening just can't stop thanking me.’’ Yeonjun finally broke the silence and I laughed when he looked at me.

''We should actually thank him.'' I retorted as I lowered my glass again.

Yeonjun nodded with a smile and looked back at the screen after it vibrated again.

''We can invite him to dinner sometime.'' I suggested and looked at Yeonjun again. He stared frozen at his display.

''Are you okay?'' I asked and Yeonjun looked at me without moving a muscle in his face. I raised an eyebrow, when he turned his phone towards me my eyes widened too.

The chat he showed me was between his mother and him.

I recognized a message, the first in two months:

Yeonjun, your father would never admit it, but he misses you and he's sorry. I finally convinced him to talk to you again. I'm also so sorry that I didn't get in touch sooner, but I was honestly embarrassed to write to you, after what your father did. We would both be happy to invite you to dinner on your next day off, preferably with Jung Sumi.

Love Mom.

The Story ends here. Thanks to all the readers. I hope to see you all soon☺️🙏🫰

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#txt smut #txt fanfic #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #txt yeonjun smut #yeonjun smut #kpop fanfic

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i97fairy · 2 years ago

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like or reblog if you save/use <3

#camila cabello #camila cabello icons #icons camila cabello #camila icons #icons camila #birthday #2023

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pranklinfierce · 8 months ago

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William rufus king was born 238 ... years ago. I hope he's having a birthday

#famously the best vice president #hes definitely remembered for his accomplishments #william rufus king #james buchanan #acctag: presidents #Spotify

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aguapls · 9 months ago

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Hello! . *

Updated Version of my intro!

Firstly Here is my Masterlist!

(also for some reason when i click on the links it doesn't work for me? If anyone has this problem pls tell me 😭)

Section 1: Meee!

Hello! My name is Daisy!!!!

I am an INFP!

Other account: @nswrpls

She / Her

I love flowers ꕤ ! my favorite flower is Carnations!

I'm an aquarius.

My birthday is on February 6th! (03)

I'm 4'll

I'm American and Chapina / Guatemalteca

I really like K-pop. If you couldn't tell

I love reading books but at the same time books are my enemies

Music is the love of my life. I really love music!

Section 2: Music

.*. K-pop groups I like & Biases! .*.

NMIXX / Haewon

StrayKids / Hyunjin

NewJeans / Haerin

LE SSERAFIM / Chaewon or Eunchae

IVE / Rei or Leeseo

RIIZE / Shotaro or Seunghan

TxT / Soobin or Beomgyu

Twice / Sana

Itzy / Yeji or Yuna

Red Velvet / Irene

BlackPink / Rose

Billie / Sheon

aespa / Winter

(G)-idle / Yuqi

Seventeen / Dino

BABYMONSTER / Pharita

Vcha / Lexi

wave to earth

Enhypen/ Ni-ki

ILLIT / Minju

BTS / RM

2. .*. K-pop Soloists I like! .*.

Kwon Eunbi

Jo Yuri

Jini

Yena

BIBI

Soojin

Chuu

Lee Chaeyeon

3. .*.Non K-pop artists I like! .*.

Mother Mother

JVKE

The Neighborhood

Artic Monkeys

Ariana Grande

Alex G

Beach Bunny

Ava Max

Olivia Rodrigo

Sub Urban (comebackkk...)

Billie Eilish

Radiohead

Odetari

Kali Uchis

Karol G

Melanie Martinez

TV girl

Mitski

MARINA

Conan Gray

Camila Cabello

Sabrina Carpenter

Selena

Section 3: My page

.*. What my page is about! .*.

My page is all about moodboards! So far I've made 20 Moodboards and other random stuff. I will be making a Masterlist for my moodboards. I have only posted NMIXX, NewJeans, IVE, StrayKids, and Jini!

Section 4:other social media platforms

.*. My Socials! .*.

If I'm honest I don't like when people find my other socials when i have a platform on something, I mean on my tiktok i hate when people from my tiktok find my instagram, I'm probably going to make a seperate instagram for all of my kpop stuff instead of like my every day life or something.

This entire time i was making this i was surviving on wave to earth..

Thank you for reading!

#kpopidol #nmixx #kpop #haewon is very pretty #kpop icons #introduction #straykidsisreal #kpop gg #kpop aesthetic #newjeans #music #skz #nwjns icons #nwjns #nmixx haewon #stan nmixx por una vida mejor #music for lifeee #stan nmixx for a better life #Spotify

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boricuacherry-blog · 3 months ago

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Dopamine is named for the emotional rollercoaster of her last several years, the peaks and valleys of a life she has mostly kept private. In 2020, Normani's mother was diagnosed with breast cancer for a second time after being in remission for 19 years. The following year, just when Andrea had finished chemotherapy, doctors found a lump in her father, Derrick's, prostate: He had cancer, too. Normani considers herself closer with her family than her friends. "I needed to be at home, with my family," she says. They both urged her to keep working on her album though, and not to defer a dream they'd all participated in since Normani was 3 years old.

Normani Kordei Hamilton was born in 1996 to a mother who was a flight attendant and a father who was a union official. The family moved from Atlanta to New Orleans in 1999, and whenever her parents were away for work, her grandmother, Barbara, would take care of her. She was 3 when she fell in love with musicals. She remembers watching John Huston's 1982 film, Annie, and turning to look at her mother, saying, "Mom, I want to do that, I want to be in the TV." Her parents took her seriously and enrolled her in dance classes; it was Barbara who paid for them and sewed all of her costumes. By the time she was 8, she'd grown fond of the dance-focused music videos she'd see on BET's 106 & Park and would do the choreography for Destiny's Child tracks with her friends at birthday parties. (They were partial to "Soldier" and "Cater 2 U.") Ordinarily, Normani was shy and quiet. But when she performed, she would become someone else.

When they snuck back into the city to recover some of their belongings, her parents found the neighbor's shed in their pool. Their family photos were all destroyed. They took what they could, left behind the pet turtles, and decided to start over in Texas. "We were in the car," recalls Normani, "and my mom asked, 'Do you want to go to Dallas to see your godmother? Or to Houston? I hear Beyoncé is from there.'" She laughs. "That was the deciding factor." In Houston, they stayed in a hotel for four months, deleting their savings and stretching their food. Normani, who was entering the sixth grade, struggled to adjust in school before deciding to be homeschooled. This gave her the space to commit more fully to dance, gymnastics, and singing. Her mother would crisscross the states every weekend to bring her to dance competitions and shuttle her to Los Angeles for various auditions. (At 13, she briefly appeared on HBO's Treme, as a child caught in a post-Katrina New Orleans.) At 15, she got on X Factor. The judges (Britney Spears, L.A. Reid, Demi Lovato, and Simon Cowell) didn't think she was ready for a solo career, but Cowell and Reid thought she had potential in a five-piece outfit. They merged her with four other young women, Dinah Jane, Lauren Jauregui, Camila Cabello, and Ally Brooke, who had also auditioned as solo artists, and had them sign a joint record deal under Reid's label Epic Records via Syco Music, the same Cowell-owned label that backed Little Mix, CNCO, and One Direction.

Fifth Harmony became one of the most commercially successful girl groups of all time over a span of six years, selling 33 million records. For Normani, the group was a blessing that also traumatized her. She refers to her "time in the group" like a prison sentence ordered and duly served. But she says she was grateful for her ability to hide. "I didn't want to be at the forefront," she says. "It wasn't until later that I started feeling like a token."

When Normani came out with her single Wild Side, it was nocturnal and assertive, but with a hint of playfulness. Normani believed in the song enough to fund the music video herself, which cost upwards of $1 million; it's a psychedelic, gravity-defying montage of leopard print, crushed velvet, and acres of glistening skin that sees the singer phasing through cielings, doing the splits in full leather, and dancing with a doppelganger like the closing scene from Annihilation.

"My mom says she wants a tattoo," Normani shares with a flutter of laughter. "It's funny because growing up, she was always like, 'It's not worth it to get your bellybutton pierced or to have tattoos. Your body is a temple.'" Normani has two: the bootlike outline of Lousiana on her right ankle, and the phrase "God's Daughter" in script on her clavicle. Both were impulsive decisions. "Because I think so much and I'm so intentional when it comes to music-related things, or anything to do with my career, when it's something outside of that, I allow myself to move before I can second-guess myself," she says.

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shefanispeculator · 1 year ago

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It’s Gwen Stefani’s birthday, and Blake Shelton is showing his lady some love, while Carson Daly is cracking jokes.

To celebrate the “Luxurious” singer’s 54th birthday on Oct. 3, the country crooner shared a black-and-white photo of the two lovingly looking at each other.

“Happy Birthday to my favorite all time person ever born in any time period in the history of mankind!!!!! I love you @gwenstefani!!!!!!!!!!” Shelton captioned the sweet Instagram post.

The sweet sentiment didn’t go unnoticed by the couple’s fans, but it was Carson's comment that got people laughing.

The TODAY co-host replied on the post, “Get a room...” while adding a green throwing-up face.

Many people replied to Carson with laughing-crying emoji, while one person wrote, “I was gonna say ‘how rude’ before I saw who commented. lol.”

The banter is nothing new between the longtime friends. Aside from knowing Stefani since his “Total Request Live” days, Carson also worked alongside the singer and Shelton on “The Voice," where the now-married couple met.

As the host of “The Voice,” Carson witnessed Stefani and Shelton’s love blossom and was the couple’s officiant at their 2021 wedding.

Stefani also received birthday love from her current “Voice” colleague John Legend, who wrote, “Happy birthday Gwen!” on Shelton’s post. Camila Cabello, Brie and Nikki Garcia, and more wished her a happy birthday too.

Stefani recently chatted with TODAY.com about being a part of the NBC singing competition show without her husband, who ended his 23-season run earlier this year.

“It’s really different being on the show without him, obviously,” she said. “I miss him so bad on the show ... but at the same time, it hasn’t been as hard as I thought it was going to be.”

She said with a laugh that she doesn't ask him for advice or try to discuss what's going on on the set: “I feel like I have to be careful pillow-talk-wise because I don’t want him to have PTSD. You know, we don’t really talk about (the show) that much.”

She added that “sometimes I’ll tell him, like, one thing that happened,” but he hears what's going on because of the coaches' group text.

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easypeasylindyvesey · 6 months ago

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here are all the songs on my ITISWNK playlist that y'all can listen to while reading to kinda fit the vibe (if you wish). artists are listed on the left, corresponding songs are listed on the right :)

the 1975: about you, love it if we made it

6LACK: rent free

adele: someone like you, when we were young, all i ask

aidan bissett: more than friends

alicia keys: if i ain't got you

angus & julia stone: take me home

arctic monkeys: i wanna be yours

ariana grande: boyfriend (with social house), be alright, into you, leave me lonely, sometimes, thinking bout you, don't wanna break up again, the boy is mine, we can't be friends (wait for your love), imperfect for you, ordinary things, why try, just a little bit of your heart, safety net, pov, better off, goodnight n go, bad idea, ghostin

aron wright: build it better

berlin: take my breath away

between friends: affection

beyoncé: II most wanted

big time rush: nothing even matters

billie eilish: birds of a feather, i love you

billy joel: turn the lights back on

blackbear: dead inside

børns: electric love, american money

brent faiyaz: wasting time

briston maroney: freakin out on the interstate

bruno mars/silk sonic: leave the door open, after last night, put on a smile, love's train

bryan adams: (everything i do) i do it for you

cage the elephant: come a little closer

calum scott: you are the reason

camila cabello: my oh my, bad kind of butterflies, dream of you

the chainsmokers: closer, it won't kill ya, beach house, if you're serious

chance peña: in my room

chicago: hard to say i'm sorry (2009 remaster)

chris brown: forever

the cinematic orchestra: to build a home

coin: talk too much

coldplay: sparks, yellow, fix you

conan gray: forever with me, disaster, yours, memories

the cranberries: dreams

dave matthews band: crash into me (IYKYK)

dayglow: can i call you tonight?

disclosure: latch

doja cat: agora hills

don toliver: drugs n hella melodies

drake: yebba's heartbreak, imy2, hours in silence, i guess it's fuck me, flight's booked, teenage fever, lose you, from time, summer games, finesse, sooner than later, take care, doing it wrong, the real her, show me a good time, find your heart

dua lipa: break my heart, these walls

duster: stars will fall

dvsn: all that matters (spotify singles)

dylan conrique: birthday cake

eden: sex

ed sheeran: how would you feel (paean)

ellie goulding: close to me, something in the way you move, love me like you do

faye webster: i know you

fitz and the tantrums: out of my league

forest blakk: if you love her

frank ocean: godspeed

french montana: unforgettable

gabrielle aplin: skylight

gavin degraw: she sets the city on fire

gayle: ur just horny

(g)i-dle: i do

giveon: for tonight

gracie abrams: friend, feels like

greyson chance: shut up

grouplove: tongue tied

halsey: now or never, sorry, so good

hannah montana: he could be the one

harry styles: adore you, fine line, grapejuice, as it was, daylight, satellite, meet me in the hallway, two ghosts

hippo campus: way it goes

hoobastank: the reason

hozier: work song, cherry wine- live

hugo brijs: mol y sol

imagine dragons: next to me, start over, wrecked, bad liar

instupendo: comfort chain

james arthur: certain things, car's outside

james bay: wasted on each other

james blunt: you're beautiful

jensen mcrae: massachusetts

jeremy zucker: cozy

jess benko: a soulmate who wasn't meant to be

john de sohn: love you better

john legend: conversations in the dark

jonas brothers: hesitate, five more minutes

jp saxe: a little bit yours

justin bieber: as i am, off my face

jvke: golden hour

jxdn: beautiful boy

kanye west: heartless, devil in a new dress, runaway

katy perry: e.t.

kendrick lamar: die hard

khalid: don't pretend, better

the kid laroi: love again

king princess: 1950

labrinth: skeletons (lexi needed a break)

lana del rey: summertime sadness, a&w, let the light in, lust for life, norman fucking rockwell

lany: if this is the last time

lifehouse: you and me

lil nas x: tales of dominica, void

lil peep: star shopping

little mix: notice

lizzo: if you love me

lizzy mcalpine: ceilings, the elevator, come down soon, like it tends to do, staying, i guess, you forced me to, vortex

lord huron: the night we met

louis tomlinson: written all over your face, lucky again, chicago, angels fly, that's the way love goes

lovelytheband: i should be happy

luke hemmings: place in me, a beautiful dream

the lumineers: where we are, never really mine, just like heaven, sleep on the floor, my eyes, patience, white lie, donna, salt and the sea, slow it down, morning song

m83: wait

maren morris: nervous

the marías: echo

maroon 5: stutter, never gonna leave this bed, if i ain't got you - live, bet my heart, it was always you, unkiss me, feelings, my heart is open

max: butterflies

***mazzy star: fade into you*** (this is the song that the fic is based off of!!!)

metro boomin: creepin'

miley cyrus: you - live, rose colored lenses, river

milky chance: stolen dance

mitski: my love mine all mine

monsume: jade

montell fish: fall in love with you., love you more than me

morgan wallen: wasted on you, not good at not, you proof, wine into water

the mowgli's: say it, just say it

muni long: time machine

nessa barrett: die first

ne-yo: let me love you (until you learn to love yourself)

nf: if you want love

niall horan: this town, put a little love on me, still, heaven, meltdown, must be love

nick jonas: close

noah kahan: stick season, come over, strawberry wine, everywhere, everything

ocean park standoff: if you were mine

olivia rodrigo: bad idea right?, logical, love is embarrassing, teenage dream, good 4 u, lacy

one direction: steal my girl, where do broken hearts go, fool's gold, spaces, infinity, end of the day, if i could fly, long way down, what a feeling, love you goodbye, temporary fix, a.m., home, kiss you, little things, they don't know about us, truly madly deeply, magic, what makes you beautiful, one thing, i want

parson james: stole the show

partynextdoor: come and see me

patrick watson: je te laisserai des mots

phillip phillips: dancing with your shadows

p!nk: true love

post malone: stay, take what you want, i know, leave, wrapped around your finger

preston pablo: flowers need rain

quinn xcii: let me down, good either way, the lows

rag'n'bone man: anywhere away from here

reneé rapp: in the kitchen

rihanna: stay

ruby haunt: answering machine

ruth b: dandelions (slowed + reverb)

ryan woods: bad texter

saint jhn: the best part of life

sam fischer: ready

sam smith: lay me down

sarah barrios: mourn the living

sarah kinsley: the king

sasha alex sloan: dancing with your ghost

selena gomez: a sweeter place

shawn mendes: it'll be okay, why, wonder

stephen dawes: don't hate me when it's over

stephen sanchez: until i found you (with em beihold)

strawberry guy: mrs magic

suki waterhouse: good looking

surfaces: falling again, find a way, hold onto me baby, so far away, stay

sydney rose: turning page

sza: awkward, snooze

taio cruz: break your heart

tate mcrae: that way, hate myself, go away, run for the hills, hurt my feelings, stay done, messier, think later, slower, you broke me first, wish i loved you in the 90s

taylor swift: out of the woods (TV), this love (TV), i know places (TV), wonderland (TV), you are in love (TV), "slut!" (TV) (FTV), say don't go (TV) (FTV), is it over now? (TV) (FTV), all of the girls you loved before, champagne problems, tolerate it, evermore, august, illicit affairs, invisible string, miss americana & the heartbreak prince, false god, afterglow, question...?, sweet nothing, bigger than the whole sky, would've, could've, should've, message in a bottle (TV) (FTV), dress, sparks fly (TV), the story of us (TV), enchanted (TV), electric touch (TV) (FTV), i can see you (TV) (FTV), fortnight, loml, the alchemy, you're losing me (FTV), fresh out the slammer, dancing with our hands tied, new year’s day, you’re not sorry (TV), you all over me (TV) (FTV)

teddy swims: evergreen

timaland: the way i are

troye sivan: angel baby, talk me down, for him., wild

the walters: i love you so

the weeknd: shameless, earned it, how do i make you love me?, out of time, here we go...again, best friends, don't break my heart, the knowing

whitney houston: i will always love you, i wanna dance with somebody

wrabel: ritual

yungblud: 11 minutes

zach bryan: i remember everything, spotless

zayn: dusk till dawn

**updated 6/23/2024

#y'all i spent FOREVER making this #all of these songs resonate so well i swear #fictional jimmy vesey

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