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dnfao3tags · 9 months ago

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Monthly Fic Roundup - February 2024

haven't been too active this month but here's your monthly recs!

as always, make sure to leave some love :]

— Turning Right on Red by jestbee (expl. | comp. | 4k) ; established relationship + car sex

George's stream has consequences.

— Drumroll, Please by starsgaze (snowdreamr) (gen | comp. | 5k) ; bed sharing + relationship study

Everything it is, and everything it isn’t. A proposal, of sorts. A half confession. Over all, the weight of wanting and the agony of bearing with it. Dream and George, deprived of meaning.

— GeorgeNotFound OnlyFans by Simplysmitten (expl. | comp. | 37k) ; sex work + secret identity

Fresh out of university and struggling to land a job in his field, George finds himself desperate for a way to make ends meet. While his friends have big dreams of blowing up on YouTube, George decides to make an OnlyFans profile. Shockingly, George goes viral on both platforms, making his money troubles a thing of the past, but maintaining his anonymity a constant worry. How funny is it that he manages to make a friend named Clay on both platforms?

— don't know how long it's going to take to feel okay (i had the best day with you today) by brokenlikeastitch (teen | comp. | 7k) ; dream's mom + established relationship

Three times George needed a mom and Dream's mom was there for him.

— what i wanted to hear by alisonsomething, dizzy (expl. | comp. | 3k) ; phone sex

George is in Los Angeles and Dream is in Florida. It’s not the first time they’ve been thousands of miles apart, and Dream can’t stop thinking about one very memorable conversation they had shortly before George’s visa was approved.

— Suction by tsundanire (expl. | comp. | 1k) ; nipple play

George trusts Dream completely. Trusts him enough with his most sensitive bits.

— wish that i could step into yours instead by Kore_Writes (teen | comp. | 12k) ; canon compliant + character study

A series of moments in Dream's life that George had always been there for him.

— he loves him more than anyone ever has in the history of man by brokenlikeastitch (teen | comp. | 14k) ; pov outsider

dream and george over the years through the perspectives of their friends

— the end of all things by womanhunt (teen | comp. | 9k) ; marriage (eloping)

“We should get married.” The words make Dream choke on the scrambled eggs in his mouth, and George just stares at him blankly as he coughs and takes a drink of his water. And, before he can overthink it, Dream gives in. “Ok, yeah. We should get married,” he nods to himself, reaching out to pull George’s hands apart and link their fingers together. “Did you mean, like, soon? Or?” “I mean, like, today.” George murmurs, eyes still not meeting Dream’s.

— my love by cqfnce (teen | comp. | 8k) ; patches the good cat

dream and george go last-minute shopping for patches' birthday

— daisies, daisies by snowdreamr (expl. | comp. | 15k) ; mpreg + future fic

On secrecy and patience. On learning how to embrace the unexpected.

— this is me trying by dizzy (teen | comp. | 5k) ; mental health issues + hopeful ending

Is this a cage? George's guts rebel against that, too. He fought to be here. This is the freedom from years of locking himself inside. He has no regrets. He doesn’t want anything to be different, except maybe that he could walk into a room without Dream or Sapnap looking at him like he’s not who they thought he was.

— Circling Back by Scoops (consciousness_streaming) (expl. | comp. | 15k) ; identity porn + coworkers

As a remote worker, George's only real friend at Pog Industries is Clay, the marketing genius who skyrocketed up the corporate ladder. Sure, maybe his work bestie is old and really bad at Fortnite, and they've never actually met, but they have each other's backs. And that's what's important. When a position on the Board opens up for George, it's Clay going to their CEO, Badboy Halo, to get him hired in the position. To George's amazement, it works. Now, he's moving to America the night before the infamous Pog Industries Christmas Party, and he's ready to put some names to faces.

— make a home on the cracks by lodestones (teen | comp. | 2k) ; baby fever + developing relationship

He’d be a good dad, Dream thinks—people are always telling him he’ll be good at it. It’s not anything all-consuming, but it’s a fantasy he still returns to every once in a while, dancing in the back of his mind whenever little kids approach him and ask for a picture. He catches himself daydreaming about it at least a thousand times more often after the first time he watches George interact with younger fans.

— George Not Found Is Stupid and Hides His Pregnancy From Dream For Two Whole Months by mario anon and apple anon (teen | comp. | 4k) ; mpreg

Hes pregnant it is all i know how to write

— executive session by dizzy (expl. | comp. | 1.7k) ; exhibitionism

Dream is a senate intern, and George is the guy he's about to fuck on the senate floor.

note: i've been fucking WAITING for someone to write a fic on this

— no thing's so sure that i can't learn to doubt it by brokenlikeastitch (teen | comp. | 11k) ; professors au

The closer he gets to George’s door, the louder the crying gets, and when he finally reaches the open doorway, he glances in to see a girl sitting across the desk from George, practically hyperventilating. In all of his years of teaching, with all of the students he’s had upset with him, Dream is pretty sure he’s never had a student this upset with him. He wonders if George is, like, torturing his students.

— The need to know by tsundanire (expl. | comp. | 5k) ; dick measuring

DRICK vs GRICK

— dear future husband by dizzy (expl. | comp. | 3k) ; breeding and housewife kink

Dream tells George that since he isn't paying rent he should at least be putting dinner on the table... and George decides to prove him right.

— it is not about me being gay with george by alisonsomething (teen | comp. | 2k) ; insecurity + miscommunication

Dream’s latest TikTok makes George angry enough to confront him about it.

— Honeysuckle Jam by gottagetshiver (expl. | comp. | 71k) ; omegaverse

George has terrible heats, he always has. He'd thought that after years of peace on suppressants, he's be done with them forever. It works, until it doesn't. The doctor says his best chance at fixing his terrible heats is having an alpha with him, and it just so happens that Dream is an alpha. It'll be easy, right? Dream will help him through his heat, and he'll be fixed. The fact that George is madly in love with Dream won't complicate matters at all, right? It won't upend their lives and throw them into chaos, right?

note: published last month but finished this month so im including it

#dnf #dreamnotfound #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #dnf fanfic recs #dnfao3tags recs #mfr #mfr feb 2024 #monthly fic roundup

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purpleyoonn · 2 years ago

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The Line Between Love and War 8

C H A P T E R 8:

JAMES CORDEN AND THE CROSSWALK

“It is said that the night sky is made up of tiny wishes that humans were never able to fulfill. That the stars only became bright by the fulfillment of those wishes. In your eyes, the stars that shine never seemed real, your childhood wishes dark and dim as you grow. But now, now you understand the twinkle in their eyes as they look down at you.”

Summary: Your experiences told you that soulmates were something you would never have the pleasure of having; something not given to you because of who you are, despite the soulmark that resides on your inner left wrist. During your solo trip to Los Angeles, you find out that you are more than capable, that your soulmates had been waiting for you for a long time, and would not be letting you go anytime soon.

Genre: soulmate au, bts au, idol bts, polyamory relationship, eventual smut

Paring: Idol!BTS x autistic!mc

Status: Ongoing (randomly updated)

Warnings: mental illness, talk of disability, lots of angst, miscommunication, feelings of depression, feelings of isolation, polyamory bts, stalking, dangerous behavior, eventual smut,

Chapter Warnings: a shutdown, nonverbal mc, eloping*, protective bangtan, protective seungho, not much

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*eloping: elopement involves leaving a designated area without permission. For some it can mean wandering off without realizing it, or it can mean running away. This is the definition associated/specific with the neurodivergent community.

Masterlist // Chapter 7 // Chapter 9

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Previously on The Line Between Love and War:

The rest of the live turned out better than you thought. There were not many questions aimed your way, but you shared that your favorite color was blue, you were from California, and that your ult kpop groups were BTS (of course), Ateez, Iz*one, and Twice, but that you also listened to others as well.

The boys also learned something new, not even realizing that you listened to other groups besides them. They had gotten a little jealous that you liked another kpop boy group, but would wait until later to tease you.

The night ended with plenty more kisses and cuddles after the live ended, discussions of how the week would look, and falling asleep in each other’s arms as you squeezed in together on Jin and Yoongi’s bed.

When the boys woke up the next morning for their concert fittings, you weren’t with them. The place where you were sleeping against Yoongi was absent, and cold, making the group of soulmates frantic. They searched the hotel room for you, not finding you anywhere. They called your name but heard nothing in return.

“Do you think she went out? Maybe to the hotel gift shop? She did like the stuffed animals there?” Jimin questioned Namjoon, who was on his phone looking for Seungho’s number. Jin was on the phone with Sejin, letting him know that they might be a little late to the meeting room that Big Hit had rented for their fittings within the hotel.

Jungkook and Taehyung had gone back to the room to see if you left your phone or not when they heard some rustling from within the closet. Looking at each other, Taehyung motioned for Jungkook to open the closet door, and after rolling his eyes, he moved forward.

He was not expecting to find you, huddled up with your Shooky plushie and the headphones Yoongi got you, rocking back and forth. Jungkook immediately motioned for Taehyung to get the others while he kneeled on the ground, moving to be in your line of sight.

When you woke up that morning, everything was too much. You could feel everything, even the stitching within the sheets and in Yoongi’s shirt against your cheek. The sun burned your skin from where it was peaking in from the window and every breath had you wanting to gag. You were overstimulated…to the extreme.

You thought you had done well yesterday, but it seems your body disagrees with you. Sitting up, you noticed that it was still early and that the boys were still awake. You didn’t want to disturb them when they had a lot going on today, so you quietly got untangled from the mess of limbs and grabbed your headphones and Shooky plushy, rubbing your hands in a pattern over the soft plushie as you tried to find somewhere dark you could sit.

Eventually, the closet seemed to be your only option. You moved a couple of things that had fallen off the hangers and sat in the corner propped against one of Yoongi’s hoodies, his scent helping to calm you a little.

You even put on one of Jin’s hoodies, pulling the hood over your headphones and eyes, closing them as you tried to calm down and center yourself, something your therapist had taught you years ago when you thought you were having panic attacks.

With your noise cancelling headphones on, you didn’t even realize everyone was awake, or that they had been searching for you. Only when Jungkook crawled into your little space and bent so he could see your face did you realize.

You saw his hand move, his lips moving as he spoke. You didn’t realize you were crying until he began to gently wipe away the stray tears on your cheek. Seeing movement in the corner of your eyes, you turned to see the rest of your soulmates, crouching down so they could sit in front of the closet door.

You watch him as he slowly moves to take your headphones off your head, their words now becoming heard by your uncovered ears.

“Hey baby, you okay? Is there anything we can do for you?” Yoongi’s raspy tone sends shivers down your spine. When you would normally get overstimulated, you would listen to BTS music, especially ones where Yoongi or Namjoon rap in their lower registers. You couldn’t explain it, but their voices were like heaven to your ears.

You knew before you could feel it in your throat that you would be nonverbal; for how long, you had no clue. You just stay quiet, knowing they wouldn’t understand you even if you tried to motion. They were probably just asking to be polite; it wouldn’t be the first time.

“Baby? Can I, can I hug you?” Jungkook asks, holding his hands out to show you his question as well as verbalizing it. You didn’t know if it would help, you’ve never had anyone ask to hug you when you were like this. Normally you had people moving away from you.

But, when you first met them, their touch had managed to calm you down significantly, slowing your racing heartbeat down and calming your anxiety. You remember the way all the tension left your body and how you relaxed against Jin on the couch.

You nod your head at his question, knowing it can’t hurt to try. However, you almost lose your sight to Jungkook’s chest as he moves quickly, bringing you into his lap and moving to get up with you in his arms. You can’t even yelp out of shock as he does so, you only grip onto him tighter, eyes wide as you look to one of the boys for help.

He moves his hands under your shirt and Jin’s sweatshirt, putting his hands on your back and rubbing up and down. His actions help tremendously to soothe you and help to regulate you.

Maybe it is true what they say about soulmates, physical touch does wonders to the soul.

“Did you get too overstimulated yesterday, Y/n?” Namjoon’s quiet voice asks as he sits on the bed behind Jungkook, his eyes roaming over your face, trying to see if you show any emotion on it. He knows you have trouble with expressing emotions, verbally and physically, one of the reasons he spent countless hours studying body language. He wanted to be able to help you in any way he could.

You nod your head again, answering his question and inadvertently letting them know you weren’t able to speak right now. Namjoon nodded back, his hand moving to cup your hand, mouth going to say something when there was a knock on the open door, announcing the presence of Sejin.

“I’m so sorry to interrupt. I’m glad you were found, Y/n. But we cannot push back the fitting anymore if the stylists want anytime to make any changes.” Namjoon sighed as Jin stood up, moving over to Sejin. You could hear them speaking, Namjoon and Yoongi moving to join the conversation as well.

This meant there was space for Jimin to move in where Namjoon was sitting. He brought his hands up to trace his fingers down your features, reminding you of a dream you had. Smiling a little at the thought, you nuzzled into Jungkook’s neck. Jimin cooed at you while Jungkook blushed, squeezing you a little tighter and adjusting you on his lap.

Your smile remained on your face as long as Jimin traced your features, bopping you on the nose every once in a while. You didn’t want him to stop, feeling calm and relaxed, almost to the point of falling asleep. But all good things must come to an end.

You noticed Jimin start to pout, scrunching your nose up in confusion you watched him start to get off the bed. You reached for him over Jungkook’s shoulders but he held you close.

“Darling, we can’t hold off our fitting. Is it okay if we take you down with us? We can make sure you have a chair down there, and one of us can be with you. We will take turns getting fitted.” Jin spoke to you as soon as Jungkook turned you around in his lap, not wanting to let go of you just yet.

Jungkook couldn’t explain it but he swears he could feel your own heart racing in his chest. He could feel your anxiety and restlessness like it was his own. All of his senses seemed to be in overdrive as he sat there with you and it had him wondering if this was what you experienced all the time.

It made Jungkook become protective, and your soul seemed to call out to his in that moment. He took the time to help put your socks and shoes on your feet and made sure that everything you might need was in your backpack. He even snuck some of your favorite gummy worms in one of the front pockets.

He held your hand the entire way to the meeting room they rented out, holding you close to his side as Jimin held your other hand. Made sure your chair would be near him and that he was your buddy first. He held you close, and like when in the room, he moved his hands under your shirt and held your sides, rubbing his thumb in soothing circles against your skin.

When it was his turn to get fitted, and Jin was on his way to be your buddy, he told his mate what to do, how you liked skin to skin contact and how it seemed to help your heart to calm down.

“Jungkook, I’ve got it babe. I promise she will be in good hands.” Jin reassured his younger mate, seeing just how much your state was affecting him.

By the time the fitting was over with, you were still nonverbal, but from exhaustion. You weren’t overstimulated or overwhelmed anymore, and you weren’t close to a shutdown. The skin to skin contact helped so much, and was now something each of the boys were aware of and placed inside the arsenal.

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The next day was the Crosswalk Concert with James Corden taping for the boys. After your state yesterday, the boys were intent on keeping you with them. They had some fear that if they weren’t around you, then you might shutdown again and be alone. That was the last thing they wanted, as they promised you they would always be there for you. You came before anything that had scheduled.

The boys, specifically Jungkook and Yoongi, made sure you had everything necessary for the taping in your backpack. Jimin picked your outfit out this time, wanting to match with you even if he had to change when they got to the studio. He had fun taking selfies with you, saving them to post to Instagram later on.

Sejin had given you an official badge to wear that HYBE had sent in once you were announced to the management team. It had your name and the BTS logo, the words ‘soulmate pass’ on the bottom of the laminated pass. You even got your own BTS themed lanyard that had you excited and putting around your neck.

“Please wear this to all future events. Everyone working with us is fully aware of you and will look for your lanyard and badge when you are not with us or the boys, okay?” Sejin made sure you knew how important the badge was.

“What if it gets lost or taken?” You were worried that if you didn’t have it, you would be kicked out. That maybe they wouldn’t know what you looked like and would only look for the badge.

“That will not happen. Just like everyone knows who the boys are, they will know who you are.” While he thought that may have reassured you, it didn’t. Either way, they were not going to leave your side that day, and Seungho was instructed to remain by your side the entire time. Namjoon specifically told him not to leave your side even if someone else tells him to.

You were currently outside, watching as the boys and James did their skit to be shown before the crosswalk concert actually happens. The boys were in really amazing black and yellow suits. The skit is supposed to be aired on the show in mid-December, and it’s kind of funny listening to them talk about already performing at SoFi stadium.

You watch them practice the skit multiple times before they film it. As they film it, you get bored and decide to move closer to the sidewalk, watching as people move up to the fenced off sidewalk areas and begin to pile into the crosswalks in preparation for the boys’ performance.

It was amazing to you how word of mouth was; there were already what seemed like hundreds of people waiting. You even noticed a couple of cars parked a couple blocks down, waiting with their phones up, so they could move into the lane before the stop lights came up.

You watched James’ employee’s scramble over with all of the props, and the big trampoline practically calls your name. You see pancake and butter costumes which cause loud laughter to leave your lips. Even Seungho laughs a little at the food costumes that go with the “Butter” theme.

“James has a lot of funny ideas.” Namjoon appears behind you, a big smile on his lips as he too spots the butter costume.

Looking over at Seungho, who is holding onto the small handle of your backpack (you told him he could because you didn’t realize you kept walking off and making him freak out in worry, wondering where you went), Namjoon only raises his eyebrow at the bodyguard before pointing at you in question. When he receives a nod from Seungho, your soulmate can’t help but grin at you, dimples proudly showing his adoration for you.

“Yeah, he does! I wonder if he would let me jump on the trampoline after the skit is done. It looks fun.” You respond back, your eyes never leaving the big jumping contraption.

All too soon the shoot is back on, the boys moving into place as the cameras turn back on. You were standing a little bit behind the sidewalk with some of the crew and Sejin, Seungho still holding onto the handle of your backpack. You notice some phones pointed your way, even some people shouting your name or asking you questions you couldn’t quite make out.

“Am I allowed to answer their questions? Or say hi?” You turn your head a little to ask Seungho, knowing he is in charge of your security.

“I would not advise is Ms. Y/n.” His tone is apologetic, but you understand. You almost kind of assumed he would be against it. It didn’t really bother you. You were just curious.

You turned your head back to the boys, who were now rushing into the crosswalk and performing Butter. You saw the pancake bouncing on the trampoline, with the other costumes on either side. It was the first crosswalk concert you were watching and it was amazing what they are able to do in such a short amount of time.

What you loved though, was the people who were just ‘unfortunate’ enough to be stuck at the crosswalk. You noticed a couple of men who looked absolutely confused by the show. One even asked the girls in the car next to him what was going on.

Once the stoplight turned off, everyone rushed around trying to move so the cars could proceed forward through the light. You didn’t know anything past the first part of the skit and was delighted to see Jimin climb onto James’ back and be carted off the crosswalk. Well, more like Jimin was dragged onto James’ back. You were aware of the “Papa Mochi and Baby Mochi” relationship the two had, even if you did prefer Jimmy Fallon’s bond with them.

The boys move quickly to do a costume change, rushing back inside and into their second outfit. While they do that, James comes over to you and Seungho, who pulls you back into him a little.

“How are you enjoying this so far? This is your first time like, watching them do a skit, isn’t it?” He asks, pure curiosity in his eyes.

James was really nice to you when you were introduced when you arrived on set. He immediately made you feel comfortable and even congratulated you on finding the boys. He was actually kind of quiet in person which was nice.

“I think its really funny! I like the trampoline bit a lot. I do find it funny how many people just have no clue this happens and gets stuck at the light.” You tell him, holding your hand over your eyes to block out the sun. You didn’t have any sunglasses and added that to your mental list of things to buy when you got a chance.

“Oh, be right back!” James runs off really quick and to a table of things needed for the crew before coming back, something blue and black in his hands.

“Here you go! We have so many of these.” James hands you a pair of “The Late Late Show” endorsed sunglasses.

“Ooo thank you!” You bounce on the balls of your feet as you put them on your head. They worked really well and seemed to not just be a cheap pair either. They didn’t squish your head and blocked a lot of sunlight so you didn’t have to squint to watch the show anymore.

When the boys were done changing they didn’t have time for another break, moving right back into the skit performing Permission to Dance. This time there were summer backdrops and cactus props.

“You know, Miss Y/n, this would be a good time to start taking pictures and things for the soulmate account that Sejin and Bang PD approved.” Seungho whispered in your ear.

Your eyes widened as you remembered about the accounts you were going to make. Taking your phone out, you move a little more to the side so you could see the boys up close when they come back from the crosswalk. As they came back from the crosswalk, they noticed you holding your phone up and posed or smiled for you. Taehyung even coming up and blowing a kiss at you.

The boys changed once again to perform Dynamite on the crosswalk. They wore different colored suits and looked amazing as they practically glowed in the sunlight. During Dynamite you even noticed Liam McEwan in one of the cars, dancing through the sunroof. You got a little excited and tried to move off the sidewalk to say hi when Seungho tugged you back.

You had almost forgotten where you were. You managed a little “sorry” as your embarrassment grew, feeling the damned blush growing on your face.

“It’s okay Ms. I just don’t want you walking into the street.” Was his only reply.

Once the boys were done with Dynamite, they moved onto do a little more skits and their short interviews before we were given the okay to go home. The entire thing had taken a couple of hours and left you wanting to put on your headphones.

When you arrived back to the hotel room after the interview was filmed in the studio, which took several more hours, pizza had already been set on the small table in the living room with a couple liter bottles of soda and some cups by one of the boys’ staff members. You were grateful as you were hungry, and so without much question, you dropped your backpack on the floor by the wall and moved to grab a plate.

“Okay, so Sejin just informed me that our interviews tomorrow and Thursday have been canceled. There were some questions that both parties refused to take out so Sejin went ahead and canceled them. So, we now have two more free days before rehearsals Friday and the concerts this weekend.” Namjoon spoke as he scrolled on his phone, probably looking through the messages Sejin sent him.

You moved to grab him a plate with a couple slices of pizza, seeing he was the only one not eating.

“Here you go, Joonie.” Namjoon looks up from his phone to see you sitting in front of him, holding a plate out for him. He smiled before kissing your forehead.

“Thank you, baby.”

“So does this mean we can go out tomorrow?” Hobi asks Namjoon, who nods his head.

“Just talk to security.” Hobi nods his head at the suggestion, already thinking about which clothing stores he was going to go to. His parents and sister would be landing on Thursday and had wanted to take you out Friday while the boys rehearsed. He had security already prepared as well as a couple of reservations set up.

You were quick to realize that each of the boys wanted to do different things for their new free days. You had your own things you wanted to do. You wanted to do some exploring and finish your list of things you had planned from when you first got to LA. You also needed to get some more personal items like shampoo and lotion.

You turn around to Namjoon, resting one of your arms on his knee. “Hey Joonie?” You look up at him.

“Hm?” He hummed as he chewed a bite of pizza.

“Am I allowed to go out tomorrow too? I need to get a couple of things and I wanted to do some exploring?” You also wanted to get Taehyung a birthday gift, seeing as his birthday was at the end of the following week. You didn’t know if you would have any free time then.

“Of course, baby. Just message Seungho and let him know what time you wanted to leave. Did you want one of us to go with you?” You were happy he asked if you wanted one of them to go instead of assuming. While you loved the boys and were happy to be their soulmate, you were still introverted and needed time away to recharge. Plus, you didn’t want them to have to change their plans around to go with you. That wasn’t fair to them.

“No, it’s okay. I can go with Seungho. I like him. You guys can go do what you have planned.” You respond back with a slight shrug as you return to your pizza slices.

“Alright. Just keep in touch with the group chat, okay? Let us know if anything happens or if you need us.” You nod your head in reassurance, letting Namjoon know you heard him.

“I will.”

Once pizza was done you all just relaxed for a little while. You were lounging on the couch between Yoongi and Taehyung. Yoongi was napping and you were leaning on his shoulder as you looked through your camera roll.

You had forgotten until Seungho mentioned it that you were supposed to make a social media account, Sejin suggested Instagram, where you posted behind the scenes stuff for the boys. Well, Yoongi explained that it would be more like your own official Instagram account that would be public, while your own would remain private and just for friends and family.

You had a lot of photos already of you and the boys and then the boys separately. You particularly liked the funny pictures and videos you took of them, like Jimin doing a funny dance to Boy With Luv or Taehyung and Jin playing with the snapchat filters on your phone and recording themselves singing to Dynamite (they used the iconic puppy ear filter which made you have literal heart eyes for them).

“Hey Tae?” You turned to your soulmate who was scrolling through twitter.

“Yeah, love?”

“Do I need to talk to Sejin before I create that Instagram account? You know the official one where I would post “official behind the scenes” images and videos?” You asked him, moving and leaning your head on his shoulder instead.

“You mean your own official Instagram account? I don’t think so but it would be good to let him know. I can message him right now.” You watch him move from twitter and over to his messages.

“He says to just let him know your information like password and username. He also recommends making the username something to do with your name, so it’s easy to find and locate.” You nod your head as you move over to the Instagram app.

“Wait!” Taehyung exclaims as he takes your phone from you, moving to hold his phone in his other hand. He sends you something before moving back to instagram. He does a couple of things before giving you your phone back.

“Now you have a cute profile pic.” You look and see a really pretty candid you didn’t know he took. It was from the day you had gone shopping, you were looking up at Jin and smiling. But from the angle you could see your eyes looked closed and your smile was wide. You looked beautiful.

“Thank you, Tae.” You kiss his cheek in thanks before moving to the username section. You tap on your phone as you try to think of a good username. You didn’t want to include anything about the boys or being their soulmate in your username, feeling that it would take away from the page being yours.

You ended up just choosing a shortened version of your name, one of the nicknames the boys had begun to call you by. A grunt from Tae has you knowing you made a good pick. You think a little before adding the little number seven to the end of your username causing a little chuckle to leave Taehyung’s lips.

“Now for the bio.” You say aloud. You didn’t want anything to personal and decided to take a little inspiration from the boys’ own bios. You added your name, your age, and added a cute song lyric from one of your favorite songs. If this was going to be your official account, you wanted it to be your own account and not like a robot controlled it.

You made sure Taehyung sends Sejin the information he needed and received his approval, even sending him a screenshot of the ‘add account’ page. Once that was done you hit the ‘create account’ button, officially making your own official account.

Sejin confirmed that he would make sure that you get the blue check mark for your account so that people knew it was really you and not someone else. He said they already had people trying to pretend to be you all across social media and wanted to be safe.

Unfortunately, you had no clue what to post first. You didn’t know what would be a good post, seeing as anything you posted would be scrutinized by people everywhere.

Seeing your struggle, Taehyung grabbed your phone again and scrolled through your pictures before picking one of the eight of you. It was from lunch the other day. It was a selfie that you made Jin take of all of you, scrunched together and leaning in to the middle of the table to be seen. You all wore large smiles or were laughing as the picture went off.

It was one of your favorite pictures.

“This is a good one, baby.” He handed your phone back with a small smile and watched as you quickly typed in the caption that came to mind.

“happiest when im with you<3”

Very quickly, with the exception of Yoongi who was still sleeping, all of the boys and the official BTS account followed you. Once this happened, your phone was quick to begin to slow down due to the intense number of notifications you were receiving. Taehyung helped you turn off the notifications before putting your phone on the small side table next to him.

“Well, that was nerve wracking.”

Next Chapter

#bts #bts au #bts soulmate #bts soulmate au #bts idol au #bts polyamory #bts poly #bts poly!au #bts poly au #bts poly!#bts x reader #poly!bts x reader #bts x autistic!mc #bts x autistic!reader #autistic!mc #autistic reader #the line between love and war #purpleyoonn

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donationwayne · 4 months ago

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this could be a disaster || 15.9k || 11/11 Chapters ||

Buddie Month Week 1 - Prompt: Mistakes We're Made

SUMMARY

You are cordially invited to attend the wedding of Evan Buckley & Eddie Diaz // Monday, March 11th, 2024 @ 1:00 PM // Silver Stag Ballroom // 301 County Road, Los Angeles, California

Buddie get married and everything that could go wrong does go wrong. Chris is sarcastic about it. Maddie is going to kill them if they sneak off one more time. The lesbians save the day.

SNIPPET

“I’m sorry,” Maddie whips tears of mirth from her eyes, unable to tamp down the grin. “It's just that this would happen to you. Nothing can ever run smoothly. Are we cursed?” “Yet somehow, the Buckley wedding curse has claimed two Han’s as victims.” Chimney points out, shaking his head mockingly grave. Buck laughs and nudges his brother-in-law. “There is no 'Buckley family wedding curse',” Eddie cuts in. “Because curses aren’t real.” “I don’t know Eddie,” Maddie said in amusement. “We’re three for three on wedding disasters at the moment.” “The wedding is tomorrow,” Eddie reminds her. “Don’t even think of saying it! Don’t even think it!” Buck says, “Don’t fucking jinx us, Diaz I swear.” Eddie holds up his hands in surrender. “Not saying a word.” “You ever wonder how our parents wedding went?” Buck wonders aloud to Maddie conversationally. He glances at Eddie; his hair has gone a little wild as it air dried without a comb through. His cowlick is sticking up in every direction, and it makes Buck so soft for a moment he thinks he might die on the spot. "Eddie, your hair—” “I didn’t know your hair was curly,” Karen mentions to Buck after grumbling about something to do with having just washed her hair. “Why did we do this to ourselves? Every wedding we’ve ever been to has been a complete disaster!” Buck says into his palms. “Bobby and Athena had the right plan. Elope. Why didn’t we elope?” “You raise a valid point,” Eddie says considering. “Also, we didn’t elope because you wanted a big classic wedding moment, and also because my family would have killed us if we eloped. Not to mention these assholes after everything we put them through getting together.” “Genuinely. Chimney and I have body hiding spots picked out.” Hen informs them. Buck laughs, “Alright, that’s true.” “Initially I was in the boat of cold blooded murder, but now I’m second guessing my choices,” Maddie groans.

#911 abc #911 #aubs writes fanfic #buddie #buddie fanfic #911 fanfic #buddie ao3 #buddie fluff #buddie wedding #evan buck buckely #evan buckely #maddie han #maddie buckley #chimney han #eddie diaz

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barkingbonzo · 7 months ago

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Mamie Van Doren

Mamie Van Doren (born Joan Lucille Olander; February 6, 1931) is an American actress, singer, and sex symbol. She is perhaps best known for the rock 'n' roll, juvenile delinquency exploitation film Untamed Youth (1957).

Van Doren was born on February 6, 1931, in Rowena, South Dakota, the daughter of Warner Carl Olander and Lucille Harriet Bennett. She is of three-quarters Swedish ancestry; the remainder is mixed English and German. In 1939, the family moved to Sioux City, Iowa, and then to Los Angeles during May 1942.

In early 1946, Van Doren began working as an usher at the Pantages Theatre in Hollywood. The following year, she had a bit part on an early television series. She sang with Ted Fio Rito's band and entered several beauty contests. At age 17, she eloped to Santa Barbara, California, with Jack Newman, but because of his abusive nature the marriage was quickly dissolved. In the summer of 1949, at age 18, she won the titles Miss Eight Ball and Miss Palm Springs. She was engaged to heavyweight boxing champion Jack Dempsey, but broke the engagement upon signing a contract with Universal Studios.

Producer Howard Hughes discovered Van Doren when she was crowned Miss Palm Springs. The pair dated for several years. Hughes launched her career by placing her in several RKO films.

#Mamie Van Doren #Joan Lucille Olander

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emma-walsh · 1 year ago

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emma noelle walsh (clarke)

✱ hometown: los angeles, ca

✱ birthday: july 11th, 1999

✱ occupation: occasional PA/full-time screenwriter

✱ background: as the only daughter of a film producer and a makeup artist, Emma grew up on film sets and always loved the glitz and glamour of all that went into making a movie. knowing from pretty early on that she wanted a career in the same field as her parents, she made the decision to apply to all of the top film schools in the country, thrilled when she got into UCLA, her first choice. not wanting any handouts from her parents within the industry, she worked her way through university and graduated in the spring of 2022, her parents cheering her on all the way.

✱ updated background: with her first major screenplay being made into a film and premiering this past spring, Emma was ready for a relaxing summer with her boyfriend Flynn, the two of them deciding to spend the summer months abroad so they could travel. what was easily the best summer of her life ended in the best way, finding out that she’s pregnant with their first baby. the pair were over the moon and quickly decided to elope, unable to wait any longer to be husband and wife. they decided to plan a proper wedding for sometime next year after the baby is here so everyone they love can celebrate with them. now about five months pregnant, Emma has decided to put most of her focus on getting their house ready for the baby as well as a little wedding planning just so most of that can be finished by the time their baby arrives in the spring.

#( bio repost and update! )

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orionares · 1 year ago

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Whumptober, Day 2

Prompt- Day 2- "They don't care about you."

NCIS: Los Angeles

A/N: Late start!=]

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"Kade King- that name mean anything to you?"

Marty Deeks stops in his tracks, barely through the threshold of the Admiral's office. He hadn't expected anything remotely close to this question at the crack of dawn on a Sunday morning- hell, he hadn't expected more than 'a 'sign this paperwork and then go back home to your girls' or a 'my bad, I missed dialed'.

Not the Admiral dressed in a black tux, LAPD Commissioner Imani James and a question about that man.

Ex- detective Kade King, also known as current inmate#6395 at Twin Towers Correctional Center in Los Angeles.

Kilbride sits down in his office chair and leans back, emitting a squeak from the chair. "When was the last time you spoke to King?"

Deeks glances between Commissioner James and the large, weathered LAPD file sitting on her lap. "The last time I talked or looked the man in the eye was 2010. It was for his trial….Hetty gave me the day off and….why? King got twenty-five to life for rape, bribery and second degree attempted murder. "

"Attempted murder against you," Commissioner corrects. She's around his age with a cold expression across her face as she continues, "Investigator Deeks, as I know you have a newborn at home, I'll get to the point. King has information about the Skorpios crew and he won't tell anyone other than you."

Deeks' eyes flicker over to the Admiral, also displaying an impassive although grumpy expression. "King got twenty to life, meaning his minimum for parole is 2030. What could he possibly get from bartering? He's not getting out early unless he breaks out- elopes- escapes? Don't they all mean-"

"Investigator Deeks!" Kilbride calls out. He scowls when Deeks freezes mid-rant. "A driver is downstairs to take you to Twin Tower Correctional. Take the time to review everything that's happened with King and maybe review your last interaction."

No need to review that day, Deeks thinks as Kilbride and the Commissioner share a glance. I've never forgotten.

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King is waiting, without a lawyer, when Deeks arrives .

Deeks slides past a bored looking Correctional officer and enters interview room #4 to face the sixty-one year old King. The man, once 5'8 and yet bulky and quick on his feet, leans back as far as he can with his wrists cuffed to the table. He's a little rounder now with his cold green eyes and scar hidden under his beard.

"Look who the cat dragged in," King jokes. He scans Deeks from head to toe and snorts, "You haven't aged a day."

"Why am I here?" Deeks snaps. He crosses his arms and peers down at King. "Scratch that- why am I here at 7:15 in the morning?"

King scoffs, glances over towards the barred window in the right corner of the room and mutters, "You remember the last time we saw each other?"

When you'd glared at me across the courtroom, Deeks recalls silently. The memory of sitting in the courtroom and feeling the anger resonating off of the ex-detective during sentencing.

"I hereby sentence you to twenty years to life, Mr. King, for the rape of Madison Nikalov, bribery and the attempted murder of a LAPD officer-"

King slams his both palms on the table, jolting Deeks out of the memory and back into the interrogation room where King is shaking his head at him.

"Still an idiot-"

"One- it's Investigator," Deeks huffs in annoyance and then asks, "Does Skorpios have a target?"

King ignores the question and points at Deeks' right leg. "How's the leg?"

Another memory flashes across Deeks' mind- King, charging at him after receiving the news that the officer who'd reported King for his crimes, was Deeks. No one had tried to stop King as he'd tackled Deeks to the ground, grabbed the closest sharpest object and-

"By the way you walked in here, I'm guessing my little cut didn't do much damage," King continues. He cocks his head to the right and Deeks can feel the man's eyes linger on Deeks' neck.

Deeks bites down on the inside of his cheek and thinks, Slicing my leg isn't a cut, you jackass. You gonna call you trying to strangle me as a snuggle?

"And when I-"

The Investigator holds up a hand. "I'm going to stop you right there, King. I am not here to share our feelings and catch up like old friends, especially-" He pushes himself off the wall, "- if it's for you reminisce on you trying to kill me for telling the truth-"

"After all these years, you still think you're special," King sneers. He leans forward across the table as far as he can go. "Good. That makes this so much more fun."

Deeks shakes his head, "The hell does that mean?"

"You know when I found out that you'd become a Fed, I'd been in disbelief…I thought I had taught you that you are a traitor and can't be trusted. But then I thought, NCIS would figure that out with their fancy government checks and big brains-"

"Stop-"

King's eyes darken as he smirks, "What makes you think NCIS won't throw you to the wolves at the drop of a hat? They don't care about you, Deeks- I thought I made that clear. "

"And I'm done." Deeks turns on his heels to walk off before King holds up a hand and mutters, "Fine."

King slides a crumpled piece of paper from the sleeve of his right arm and holds out the crumpled piece of paper.

"What is this?" Deeks mutters and takes the paper. He unfolds the paper and feels a chill run down his spine at the dated printed image of a middle eastern woman, early twenties, grinning in front of an unrecognizable building. Below the picture are two handwritten names, the first one being- Talia Amin.

"She's the daughter of Bahrain NCIS Station Chief Sayed Amin and about now," King twists his left wrist as far as he can in handcuffs, "he'll call his little sunshine and realize that she isn't traveling with her girlfriends around the capital."

Deeks examines the handwriting that scribbles a second name- his own.

"And in about an hour, Amin will get an email with one simple easy request to get his little girl-"

The Investigator doesn't need to hear the rest. Everything connects- the random call from the prison, the reminiscing and now the note-

A father will do anything to protect his child. Even if it means trading a life to get them back.

"My life for hers," Deeks concludes aloud. "I'm a bargaining chip."

King's smile widens like a Cheshire cat. "Told you it'd be fun."

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A/N: Part 2?

#whumptober 2023 #no.2 #they don't care about you #ncis la #fic #marty deeks

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baylinbaby · 1 month ago

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please read the under cut for more information about baylin, this little hellion but sweetheart, plots are always open! feel free to instant message me to discuss plots. ♡♡

a little background on baylin, born in athen greece to lorie and daniel doukas, her mother was a former school teacher and her father is still a software developer. sadly, she lost her mom when she was seven years old due to car crash. after that happened, her father took her to the states to make sure she had a good life, which she did. good grades in school , the popular one. she is close with her dad -- she still tries for him to move on but refuses to. after high school she went to college for a degree in global sales + partnerships which she landed a job with njpw, she moved to japan but still flys back to LA to see her dad and friends who she thinks of as family.

baylin, is a the life of the party. if she is a friend of yours be pre-pared to have a girl who will fight with you until the end, she trust and loves hard --her down fall. she is currently married, but her and husband do not speak as much. will they work on things? the ball is in his court.

name: baylin pearl moloney ( nee: doukas).

age: 24.

pronouns: she/her

sexual orientation: heterosexual.

birthday: December 20th,1999.

birthplace : athens, greece // but moved to the states when she was a child, she calls athens the homeland but los angeles home.

current residents: nakano, tokyo, japan & los angeles.

occupation: njpw global sales & partnerships.

relationship status: it's very complicated.

other jobs: modeling / onlyfans. youtube content creater & small buniess owner of baylinhome.

hobbies: working out, video games, cooking,oil panting, baking, dancing and traveling the world.

fc: stassie karanikolaou.

connections.

estranged husband: @drillamoloncy -- the two met at work , they hit it off right away, which was a shocker to baylin. does she have a thing for bad boys? fuck yes. she loved how protective he is with his friends & family. until when dan did a show in the states for njpw and she went with him of course, the eloped after his win. [ more soon ] ( note: me and the mun of drilla , came up with plot together. )

ex boyfriend: @bcgjay -- their relationship was rocky to say at least. does she hate jamie? yup. but she avoids him at all coast.

her best friend: open.

friends + family.

@hannahxtaylor

@timelessstoni

@maxxinewoltz

@queenslver

@goatslayvr

@gxbekidd

@100proofwardog

@toxicspider

#wf.intro #tw: death

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thursdaymurderbub · 2 months ago

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Silver Screen magazine, January 1940

On February 13 1940, Artie Shaw and Lana Turner eloped to Las Vegas after their first date. Turner had turned 19 only 5 days earlier and Artie Shaw was 28 years old. They went on to be very unhappy together and Turner was granted a divorce 8 months later on the grounds of cruelty.

The Los Angeles Times September 13, 1940

By the by, Betty Asher was the MGM publicist/fixer/facilitator who "befriended" Judy Garland while having an affair with Eddie Mannix and spied on Garland for the studio/Mannix for years. Garland reported that she didn't find this out until many years later and when she did she cried for days. MGM made Asher Garland's assistant in early 1939 (when Garland was 16, Asher was 21, and Mannix was 48) and in 1945 Asher was Garland's maid of honour at her wedding to Vincente Minnelli.

Ira Gershwin, Vincente Minnelli, Judy Garland, Louis B Mayer, and Betty Asher June 15, 1945

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boston-babies · 2 years ago

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Rebuilding Love

A/N: it’s finally here besties! Part one of the Rebuilding Love series! I hope you like it💖

“Mrs. Evans?” You came back down to earth. You looked at the therapist sitting across from you “I’m sorry?” She smiled “I asked what you were hoping to accomplish with your husband during these sessions?” You readjusted in your seat “oh um-“ you quickly glanced down at your wedding rings and fiddled with them nervously before looking back up “rebuilding trust I suppose..”

She nodded “that’s certainly something we can do” she clicked her pen and readied her note pad “why don’t we start at the beginning then?” You looked over to Chris and he gently took your hand. He squeezed it with reassurance. He looked at the therapist “Well, we met twenty four years ago..” the therapist smiled “so teen sweet hearts then?” You nodded “we were seventeen years old, we fell in love, we eloped and had our oldest son Ryan and moved out to Los Angeles all within a year”

Diana, your therapist nodded “that’s a lot of change for any couple to go through in a year, especially at seventeen. Do you remember how you felt at that time?” You looked down and shrugged “scared if I’m being honest. Being married and a mom at seventeen wasn’t something I initially planned for my life..but it all just..happened”

“Do you regret any of it?” You were silent for a while “I-“ your voice was soft and quiet “I don’t know-“ you looked up at Diana, the weight of your words really hitting you “I love my children, all of them. They’re my whole world and I love being their mom” Diana could see you panicking “y/n it’s okay. You’re allowed to feel those feelings. It doesn’t make you a bad person or a bad wife or a bad mother. It makes you human”

Tears welled in your eyes as you nodded “I don’t regret my kids. I could never-“ you looked up at the ceiling and wiped your eyes “they are the five most wild and beautiful souls I’ve ever known. Watching them grow up and make so many accomplishments and become the humans they are today..it’s the best gift in the world and I love them so much that my heart hurts”.

Chris gently rubbed your back. Allowing you a moment to breathe, Diana looked to Chris “how about you Chris? How did that year of your life make you feel?” He took a deep breath “I felt a little scared but happy” Diana nodded “and you don’t have any regrets?” Chris shook his head “no, I don’t regret any of it”

Diana scribbled in her notebook “I’d like to try something. I’m going to pose a hypothetical question and I want you to answer without thinking” Chris nodded “okay” She continued “your son Ryan, he would be twenty four now right?” Chris nodded as she continued “when Ryan was seventeen; if he had come to you expressing that he was in love and getting married and he decided that they were also moving to Los Angeles, what would you have told him?”

Chris answered without hesitation “that he shouldn’t be getting married so young because he has so much more of his life to experience and accomplish and he has plenty of time to fall in love and get married when he’s much older and can actually dedicate his time to being a good partner”

She nodded “why?” He went on “because I know how hard it was to be seventeen, married and a father on top of that. I know how stressful that amount of responsibility at that age can be and I wished I would have waited just a little bit-“ he stopped, realizing what he just said. He looked at you and you looked shocked. He swallowed and looked back at Diana. She nodded “so, safe to say that you do have some regret. As I said to y/n, you are allowed to feel those feelings.”

She placed her pen in her notebook and closed it over “We’ll certainly dive deeper into those feelings. I can wager that somewhere on a subconscious level, those feelings have caused you to attempt self sabotage of your relationship. As we delve deeper into your feelings and y/ns we can hopefully repair the fractures and rebuild the trust in your marriage”

Chris shook his head and sounded angry “that makes absolutely no sense. Why would I try to sabotage my marriage with the woman I love?!” Diana shrugged her shoulders “it could be a number of reasons, maybe you feel she deserves better or more, it could be because you’re in a midlife crisis and feel as though you’re missing out on things you never had a chance to experience because of the responsibility you put on yourself at a young age”. He crossed his arms and leaned back on the couch, shaking his head.

You turned to him “she’s making valid points, I don’t understand why you’re being so dismissive right now”. He snapped “because I know she’s wrong! I’m not in a midlife crisis and I would never try to sabotage our marriage! I also don’t understand why we need to do this anyway, when we’ve fought before we’ve always been able to work things out on our own!”

You snapped back “because this time you decided to do a pap walk with a girl who’s the same age as our son and pretend to have a fake relationship with her! Which is the second time in our marriage that you’ve decided to do this. Which, I may remind you, has only happened because we were in arguments both times and you decided to act like a child! Both times you’ve humiliated me and hurt our children! You’re going to be forty two years old Chris! You need to grow up”

Chris threw his head back and groaned “I apologized both times! I’ve been doing everything you’ve asked to gain your trust back! For gods sake we’ve been sleeping in separate rooms since October! What more do you want from me?!”

You yelled “I want you to actually try to fix this Chris!” There was a beat “I want to know for sure that this will never happen again because if it’s going to, then I don’t want to be around for it” he looked at you “what do you mean?” You sighed “we either do this and fix our marriage Chris or we get a divorce”.

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Wedding AU WIP Wednesday

When Nancy gets back to their room she kicks off her shoes, grabs a cherry coke from the mini-fridge, and takes a deep breath before taking a drink.

“How many of those have you had today?” Jonathan asks, emerging from the shower, in one of the hotel bathrobes

She glares at him instead of trying to defend her soda consumption.

“Right sorry sorry” he smiles, sitting on the edge of the bed.

She sets her drink down, takes a deep breath and rubs her eyes.

“What's wrong, baby?” he asks so softly that it almost makes her tear up.

Jonathan tries to grab her hand to comfort her but she pulls away and shakes her head.

“Oh c’mon Nancy” he appeals

"What's wrong what's wrong oh I don't know my dad won't stop complaining about how much this wedding costs which is ridiculous considering everything, my mom won't shut up about the South Beach diet and how I should join her and am I sure I'm going to fit into my dress I'm looking a little pudgy and God love your mom because she basically told my mom to fuck off. But none of it even matters because it's not my dress, it's her dress for her stupid crazy wedding and we're her little Barbie dolls." She rants wildly

“What-”

“Oh and your brother is here” she informs before taking another sip of her drink.

“Will's here?’ he perks up

“Yea which is great.” she starts again “Except Holly is insisting she can't share a room with Mike. So now Mike doesn't have a room unless he bunks with Will and Argyle. Because Steve is bringing his girlfriend and Lucas is with Max and Erica. And Dustin is with El obviously, but every other room in this stupid hotel is occupied.”

Nancy flumps down onto the bed next to her soon-to-be husband.

“Anything else?” he responds

“How can you be so calm about this?” she rubs her eyes again, she appreciates his optimism but right now it’s irritating.

“Well for starters it’s not exactly the worst thing we’ve been through” he grins

“Did you just compare our wedding to monster hunting” she sniffles, glaring up at him.

Jonathan lowers himself so his face is inches above hers. His wet bangs tickle her forehead looking at her with a wistful expression. He’s trying his best to cheer her up. She knows that, but she can’t shake her unease at their wedding weekend.

“What’s the weirdest part” he asks in low whisper

“Probably when you called it the Cape Cod catastrophe yesterday” she argues

Jonathan breaks into a wild grin and pulls away. She follows him up to a sitting position.

“It’s not funny” she contends but she can barely contain her own smile.

“Look one way or another. Catastrophe or not, I'm going to marry you this weekend” he vows kissing her forehead before getting up to change.

“What's the other?” she asks as he dries his hair

“I told you I'm not above eloping” he reminds

“God, could you imagine how pissed the boys would be if we did that after we dragged them out here” she sighs with a little laugh

“Yea dragged” he snarks

“I know! They act like we're torturing them!” she agrees

“Yea”

Sure, neither one of them are happy with the way her mom has turned their once small wedding into, well … a catastrophe. But Will and Mike were reluctant to commit even when the plan was a small affair in the Boston Common. Mike caved first, no doubt due to the pressure of their mom. But Will held out until mid-July when Jonathan was conveniently out on assignment in Los Angeles and said something to make Will finally agree to be best man. Sure the boys were exes and that could be awkward but Mike dated Paul right until college graduation, and while Will’s never had a steady boyfriend he’s dated plenty of people since their breakup. It’s not like they still…

“You have that look” Jonathan teases, interrupting her thoughts

“What look?” she feigns innocence

“The one where your curiosity is getting the better of you” he grins, as he starts getting dressed

“I have no idea what you’re talking about” she lies

“Sure you don’t” he laughs, bending down to give her a kiss

Nancy smiles when he pulls away and Jonathan waits for her to reveal what she’s thinking.

“It’s just” she bites her lip “Why do you think they’re acting like that? I mean it's been.. What four years?

“I don't know…. Maybe… maybe they're still in love or something” he shrugs, pulling on his sweater.

Out of the corner of her eye she catches the briefest expression of mischief across his face.

“Jonathan no” she asserts

“What?”

“Don’t what me, I know that look” she argues

“What look?” he grins

“Oh please Byers, you are not that innocent” she contends

“No you saw to that” he mumbles jokingly and she rolls her eyes

“Jonathan we agreed-”

“We agreed not to pick sides this is totally different” he interrupts

“We can’t” she objects

“Why?”

“Because…” she trails off

Except she can’t really think of a reason Mike and Will shouldn’t get back together. The only glaringly obvious one is that they live on different coasts but they could make that work, they’re older now, more mature.

“If they got back together it would make things easier” she rationalizes

“Mhmm”

“I mean we wouldn't have to pick for holidays” she notes

“Yep”

“And my mom couldn't say I like your family more”

“Nope”

“Cause it'd be one big family Christmas”

“Sounds nice doesn't it?” Jonathan proposes, handing her her soda as he sits back down.

Nancy takes another sip and tries to think of a con to his proposal but she really can’t.

“You know you didn't used to be this meddling” she teases

“Entirely your influence Scooby” he concedes

“If we meddled, how exactly would we go about it?” she question

“How?”

“I mean it's not like we can just point out all their flaws and tell them to share a bed” she sasses

“We could do that though” he argues

She rolls her eyes at him.

“Ok ok ok I don't know I mean it's not like I've ever played matchmaker before” he exclaims

“And I have!?”

“Great so it's our first time together” he jokes, his mischievous grin returning to his face

“You're having way too much fun with this” she retorts

“It's supposed to be a fun weekend” he asserts

“Doesn't feel like it” she mumbles

“Which is why we should get Mike and Will back together it's one less thing to worry about” he rationalizes

“It would be nice if they could at least be civil” she agrees

“Mhmm”

“We could sit them together at lunch to see what happens” she suggests

“Observe the situation” he adds

“Then come up with a game plan” she resolves

“We're just testing a theory” he smiles fondly

“What could go wrong” Nancy jokes

“Well now you've done it” Jonathan laughs before sealing their plan with a kiss.

#Jonathan & Nancy: We should get Will & Mike back together #Mike & Will: fighting over who gets top bunk #I'm hoping to have the first chapter finished by the end of the weekend #but we'll see #future fic #writing is hard #stranger things #st fic #wip wednesday #wedding AU #jancy #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #byler #mike wheeler #will byers

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give-me-a-movie-camera · 2 years ago

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I was watching I Love Lucy on Pluto TV last night and it completely slipped my mind that yesterday marked Desi Arnaz’s 106th birthday.

His was a classic Riches-to-Rags, Rags-to-Riches Cinderella tale. Desiderio Alberto ‘Desi’ Arnaz y de Acha III was born 2 March 1917 in Santiago de Cuba, Oriente Province, Cuba, the only son of wealthy landowner Desiderio Alberto Arnaz y de Alberni II (a prominent Cuban politician, who, to date, was the youngest mayor of Santiago de Cuba from 1923 to 1932) and his wife, Dolores ‘Lolita’ de Acha y de Socías (one of the most beautiful women in the Caribbean, the daughter of a businessman, one of three founders of Bacardi Rum Limited, the world's largest privately-owned spirits company). Desi was of the small but vastly privileged, upper-class y de Acha, the descendent of Cuban nobility of whose colonial ancestors originated from Santander, Provincia de Cantabria, Cantabria, Spain. (His grandfather, Dr Desiderio Alberto Arnaz y Alberni I, was assigned to the first United States volunteer cavalry in Cuba, the ‘Rough Riders’ under the leadership of ‘Hero of Cuba’ Theodore Roosevelt during the Spanish-American War on 1 July 1898. To legend, they sieged San Juan Hill on horseback, and though the forged conquest did not belong primarily to Roosevelt, for the conflict was an integrated effort between the white volunteer regiment and the 1,250 black Buffalo Soldiers, the famed battle gained Cuba her independence from Spain—a victory for the people, the Cuban people).

At the height of the Cuban Revolution of 1933, Desi and his family were forced to flee their Motherland, leaving their riches behind. Following a brief election, the government collapsed with the removal of President Gerardo Machado y Morales from office in August of 1933. The opposing anarchists seized all political leaders and stripped them of their power. Among them, Desi’s father, imprisoned by the regime, before his brother-in-law, Alberto de Acha, intervened on his behalf, thus making his escape to Miami, where he was to remain in exile. Having lost their holdings to the rebels who confiscated their property (their palatial home, a cattle ranch, two dairy farms, and a vacation villa on a private island in Santiago Bay), his father sent for Desi and his mother, who took refuge in Key West, Monroe, Florida in 1934. When Desi washed upon the shores of the Americas, his father had established an import-export company, where the family of three took up frugal lodgings in the company warehouse and dined on cans of cold beans. Desi came to live in New York City and Los Angeles for about one year, where he tightened his belt for survival and scrambled for employment as a struggling musician. Following an engagement as a guitar player for a Latin-American band at the Roney Plaza Hotel in Miami Beach, and a cursory stint with the Xavier Cugat Orchestra in 1937, he made his Broadway debut in the Rodgers and Hart musical Too Many Girls, where he reprised the role for RKO's major motion picture of the same name in 1940. During the course of filming, he fell head-over-heels for the Apricot Queen, Lucille Désirée Ball. The couple eloped on 30 November 1940 in Greenwich, Fairfield, Connecticut. By 1949, at the age of thirty-two, Desi established himself a renowned nightclub entertainer as conga-playing band leader for the travelling self-titled Cuban orchestra.

Most Hollywood buffs would do well to remember the Power Couple formed by Desilu Productions—a celluloid empire built on the backs of Lucy and Desi’s American Dreams, despite the public scandals and tumultuous marital woes. But at the crowning glory of their golden existence, there are those who neglect Desi's legacy and his reluctant resignation to his fate as the Man Behind the Curtain, to remain in Lucy’s shadow so long as he lived. Lucy, of whose celebrity distinction was of higher standing than her husband’s. Desi, though undoubtedly talented, who was not exempt from the unjust ostracization and societal prejudice that plagued him as a Cuban Spaniard immigrant in racially-charged Hollywood. For those who clutched their pearls at the prospect of Middle American households who might've dismissed acceptance of the world’s first interracial couple on television, Lucy and Desi defied those expectations and dissolved racial barriers in an era dominated by cultural strife. Audiences of all races, colour, and creed came together to shower the Ricardos with adoration and praise, because they came to understand the Ricardos epitomized the human experience, no matter that they didn't reflect the typical post-war domestic demographic. Against all odds, the world fell in love with the All-American Ricardos… white, Hispanic, or otherwise. Lucy and Desi, to be envied by all... America's Sweethearts.

On his 106th birthday, we remember Desi for the pioneer he was, as the Mastermind behind the nation’s most Beloved Redhead.

Behind every great woman lies a greater man.

Perhaps Desi speaks for us all when he declared his everlasting love, in his own words... ‘I Love Lucy was never just a title.’

💓 Happy Heavenly Birthday, Desi. 💓

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#my edit #classic television #old hollywood #1950s #I Love Lucy #p: desi arnaz #p: lucille ball #happy heavenly birthday

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purpleyoonn · 2 years ago

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The Line Between Love and War 9

C H A P T E R 9:

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Genre: soulmate au, bts au, idol bts, polyamory relationship, eventual smut

Paring: Idol!BTS x autistic!mc

Status: Ongoing (randomly updated)

Warnings: mental illness, talk of disability, lots of angst, miscommunication, feelings of depression, feelings of isolation, polyamory bts, stalking, dangerous behavior, eventual smut,

Chapter Warnings: a shutdown, nonverbal mc, eloping*, protective bangtan, protective seungho, not much

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Masterlist // Chapter 8 // Chapter 10

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Previously on The Line Between Love and War:

Unfortunately, you had no clue what to post first. You didn’t know what would be a good post, seeing as anything you posted would be scrutinized by people everywhere. Seeing your struggle, Taehyung grabbed your phone again and scrolled through your pictures before picking one of the eight of you. It was from lunch the other day. It was a selfie that you made Jin take of all of you, scrunched together and leaning in to the middle of the table to be seen. You all wore large smiles or were laughing as the picture went off.

It was one of your favorite pictures.

“This is a good one, baby.” He handed your phone back with a small smile and watched as you quickly typed in the caption that came to mind.

“happiest when im with you<3”

“Well, that was nerve wracking.”

Not only did your account receive the blue checkmark while you were asleep, but you also had over a million followers.

You think you stared at the number for a couple of minutes before laughter from Jungkook had you shaking out of your stupor. You were followed by each of the boys now, and even some other kpop artists like the other HYBE groups Seventeen, Fromis_9, Enhypen and TXT. It was amazing to think that they knew you existed, but then you were also the last soulmate to the boys.

Twitter, according to Namjoon, was also going crazy over your Instagram.

“Our girl is a star.” He smirked over at you when he showed you the hashtags army had made that had gone viral. You promptly blushed and looked away, continuing to be amazed by the power of army. You even posted another picture, well, a couple of them as Hobi showed you how to.

You posted a couple of pictures from when you and Hobi were matching, followed by a video he didn’t know you took. He was next to you in the car and was singing and dancing along to Mic Drop, which had come up on the radio. He had his eyes closed and was dancing dramatically, making funny faces as he tried to get you to laugh. *post is at the bottom*

Once you hit post, you didn’t even bother trying to keep the app open, the screen malfunctioning pretty quickly. You just moved on, texting Seungho that you could leave in an hour, giving you time to get showered and ready to go.

You already had your little backpack ready, the one you brought with you from home. You also pretended not to notice that Jungkook snuck you another bag of gummy worms, trying not to giggle at his look of triumph, thinking you didn’t notice.

“You know, you don’t have to always post pictures of or with us. This is supposed to be your account, not an account conjoined with us.” Yoongi surprised you as he moved behind you, his legs on either side of yours and his chest cuddled up against your back as he leaned forward and rested his chin against your shoulder, looking at your phone.

“I know, it just—It feels weird, you know. These people only want to see you guys, they don’t really want to see me.” You shared your secret concern that you’ve had since the beginning when it was suggested.

You knew you wouldn’t matter to the world if you weren’t the last soulmate within the Bangtan bond. That was your reality. You knew it and you had already accepted it. It was just awkward to acknowledge out loud. Especially when you know the boys would cause a fuss.

“I want to see you.” Yoongi’s words were blunt, but you knew what he meant.

“I want to see you too! Post whatever you want to, baby. Even if it’s one of those museum pictures like Joonie posts.” Jimin interjects, causing Namjoon to look up at his name, a confused glance sent your way as you break out into laughter at Jimin’s teasing grin.

“Post whatever you want to baby. You can make it so where only certain people can comment, like how we have ours.” You nod your head as you contemplate Yoongi’s words, listening to him as he continues.

“This is your account, despite everything. Post on it as if it were your own personal one, because that’s what it is. Don’t worry about what others think. We would love to see whatever you post.” You always wonder how you go so lucky to be bonded with the boys, their love and compassion for one another always astounded you, and now to be included…it was surreal.

“Okay, I’ll try.”

“That’s all we want, baby.”

By the time you were ready to go, Jimin and Hobi had already left, and Jungkook and Taehyung were just about to leave. You had kissed everyone goodbye already, even if they kept sneaking more pecks against your lips in every passing. At some point, you thought Jimin was stalling, he kept “forgetting” things and coming back for more kisses.

Ever since you had gotten your first kiss from Namjoon, and consented to more, the boys had been greedy in finally receiving physical affection from you. They had been patient and were following along with your chosen pace and couldn’t help but to take advantage of your kisses now.

Jimin and Jungkook especially loved stealing kisses whenever they could, surprising you with their lips against yours. Yoongi, too, had been really affectionate. He loved hand holding of course, but he also loved to sneak lazy kisses with you when you were cuddling.

By the time Seungho arrived, your lips were dry and red, causing a grinning Seungho to ask if you needed some chapstick. You imagine the blush on your face was just going to be a permanent fixture in your appearance with the way Namjoon greeted you as you stood up from your seat.

“Bye baby. Don’t forget to text the group chat every once in a while.” He turned to Seungho, a faux stern look. “You take care of our baby now, you hear? I want her back by dinner.” You brought your hand to your face in embarrassment as Namjoon points his finger at Seungho’s chest.

“Of course, Sir. I will take good care of her.” Seungho’s grin never left his lips, loving how relaxed and free the boys seemed. He had been a part of their security team for years, and he hadn’t seen them this carefree in a long time. It looked good and he was happy to see it.

You didn’t even stick around to see the large, dimpled grin on your soulmate’s lips, nor the laughter coming from Jin and a “I knew I raised you well!” slipping from his lips followed by clapping.

You practically pulled Seungho down the hallway and to the elevator that led to the private parking garage where you knew he parked his car.

“Oh, that’s so embarrassing.” You mutter under your breath as Seungho starts the car. He just laughs before turning to you.

“Ms. Y/n, they love you. They have been waiting so long to meet you and its nice to see them like this; so carefree and affectionate. I’m not saying they weren’t like that before, but there is a certain like, air to it this time. You could tell they feel…complete.” Seungho spoke with such love and certainty that it had you stopping in your movements.

You hadn’t thought of that. You hadn’t seen any aspect of them that they didn’t willingly share online or through activities. So, you didn’t know who they really were before meeting them and discovering your bond with them. To have the perspective of someone who has been around them for years, it was reassuring to hear.

“Now, where to first Ms. Y/n?” You tell him about the nearest Target, not wanting or needing to go to some expensive store you weren’t familiar with for simple shampoo and things. Plus, you liked looking at everything they had, and you were excited to see if they had anything different than the one on your own city.

The Target that Seungho brought you to happened to reside within a large mall, making everything easier for you in the long run. It also gave you the chance to fully see how Seungho was like when he was in security mode. He made sure to stay close by, but not too close so he could scan your surroundings and keep others from really approaching you.

He looked down each aisle before you walked in but was discreet enough hat it took you a couple of times watching him to figure out what he was doing. It was fascinating to see. You would never think he was a security guard with the way he acted. He joked around and was becoming a friend to you even while doing his job.

At one point, you even made him take some funny pictures with you in one of the mirrors in the beauty aisles.

“Miss, I don’t think this is appropri—”

“Oh c’mon! Just one photo, I promise!”

“You already took three though.”

“Okay, so one more photo!”

Eventually you got a couple of smiles and managed to sneak in a photo when he was laughing at one of the puns you said.

You had a lot of fun just walking up and down the aisles, pointing out random things to him and trying to get his opinion for Jin’s birthday gift. You didn’t feel like you knew your soulmates well enough to get them anything just yet, which was making things a little difficult as you tried to pick out a gift for Jin.

Once you got your necessities from Target, including your favorite vanilla and coconut scented lotion, you made your way into the mall itself through the Target entrance. Seungho walked besides you, telling you his own idea for a gift for Tae after seeing your struggle.

“Maybe a framed photo of the two of you would be a good idea. Jin loves pictures and has a bunch of framed photos on his wall of him and the boys and anyone else who he loves.”

“Oh. Maybe I could get him one of those folding frames that holds two photos? I have a bunch of photos already of the two of us.” You think aloud, Seungho nodding along as he follows you into a store that caught your eye.

It had a lot of t-shirts and band tee’s that you loved to wear. You didn’t see any employees so you just started making your way through the aisles, trying not to knock into Seungho every time you spotted something you liked.

At one point, you found an older style BTS shirt, and got way too excited. You grabbed one in your size, thankfully they had one, and rushed to the changing room, moving past a laughing Seungho as he saw the front of the shirt.

You took zero time exchanging your own t-shirt for the BTS one, opening the door to see Seungho.

“What do you think?” You asked him, your own grin on your face as you pose for the older man.

“I think you should take a picture and send it in the group chat.” He responds back, his laughter fading away as he noticed and employee in the corner of his peripheral vision.

“Oo! That’s a good idea! And maybe I can post it to Instagram!” You turn to see if the mirror in the changing room is big enough, which it probably would be if you backed up a little bit.

After finding the perfect angle, you take a couple of mirror selfies, and after showing Seungho, you send one in the group chat before changing back into your original shirt.

Soulmates4Lyfe

You: *picture sent* sooo what do ya think? Should I get it?”

Hobi🍓: HAHAHAHAHAH I didn’t know they still made those!

Yoongles😐: pls burn it babe.

Yoongles😐: someone needs to take that off the shelves 😞

Gummybuddy: baby, pls buy it. see if they have any in my size.

VVanGogh: PLS GET ME ONE TOOOOO 🥺

Minnie: why are you like this 😭

VVangGogh: you know you love us 🥰

After receiving their obvious approval, and knowing that Namjoon and Jin were probably busy with their plans, you return back to shopping, only to see Seungho speaking with the employee he saw earlier.

You don’t bother to listen to their conversation, and instead move back over to the shelf to see if they have the BTS shirt in Jungkook and Taehyung’s sizes. While you’re there, you notice a bunch of other BTS merch and pick out a couple of stickers for your phone case and laptop cover. Stickers always made you feel warm and excited, picking out exactly where you were going to put them.

When you left the store, you had a bunch of new t-shirts to wear, including the BTS shirts for you, Jungkook, and Tae. Seungho almost begged to hold your bags, saying it was a part of his job, but you refused. You liked the feeling of the bags in your hand, despite shuffling them every couple seconds.

“Are there any food places here?” You ask absentmindedly, deciding you could go for a snack or a drink of some sort. Seungho said there was a food court on the second floor and proceeded to lead you up there.

You ended up getting a soda and a pretzel and moving on back to the car so you could go and do some of the items on your list. However, on your way there, you and Seungho both noticed you were being followed by a group of girls.

“Do you think they recognized me?” You asked Seungho in a low tone, not wanting to be too loud. You see him nod from the corner of your eye. You watch him take his phone out and type out a couple of messages without even looking at his phone.

“I have a couple more members of security waiting for us in at the elevator who will be joining us for the day. We anticipated this happening.” You only nod your head, feeling yourself become a little stressed.

It seemed like the group heard though, as they moved closer. Seungho immediately moved behind you, sending another message before the girls were able to get too close. There was a lot of voices all talking at once, you could make out a couple of questions about the boys as you walked.

You ended up having to plug your ears with your fingers, trying to drown out the noise. There were camera flashes going off and you jumped back into Seungho when two men showed up, on in front of you and one to the side.

“It’s okay Y/n. They are security members I told you about.” You relaxed only the tiniest bit once you heard that. You could feel your phone vibrating in your pocket, knowing the boys were messaging you.

“Just keep walking and keep your head down, okay. I’ve got you.” Seungho placed a hand on your shoulder, giving it a squeeze before moving to push someone away as they were getting too close.

You had your ears plugged the entire time, thankful for Seungho letting you cling to him in the elevator and in the car, one of the men who showed up driving instead. You felt frozen, your mind stuck back in the mall as the security man pulled into the private parking lot of the hotel.

Before Seungho could open your door, you were being pulled out and tugged into someone’s chest. Hands pulling and manhandling you into their body, clinging to you. You shrieked, trying to pull away.

“Shh baby! It’s just us. It’s okay. You’re back. I’ve got you.” Namjoon’s voice was soothing yet frantic as he tried to calm you down. Once you realized it was Namjoon, you relaxed and let him hold you in his arms, letting him wrap your legs around his hips.

“What happened?”

“Did anyone touch her?”

“Did you have any back up?”

You could hear the boys asking Seungho questions, Yoongi’s voice having a particular growl to it as he asked what happened. You had your head rested on Namjoon’s shoulder as he walked with you to the elevator to bring you to the room, Jin’s hand resting on your back as he walked with you.

You were upset that the day was ruined. The incident in the mall had them all coming back to check on you, making their free days now turn into a frantic mess. You hated that they had to worry about you when they were finally enjoying their free time after the busy week.

You tried not to show your feelings on your face, but you guessed you failed as Jin moved to reassure you.

“Don’t worry princess. We will always worry about you. We know how overwhelming it can be to have hordes of people trying to get into your personal space. We didn’t expect for it to happen so soon, and without one of us with you.” Jin tried to explain, but it didn’t change the way you felt.

Jin sat down on the couch once he opened the door, and Namjoon placed you in Jin’s lap. While Jin wrapped his arms around your front, Namjoon explained that he was going to go talk with Seungho, see what they could have done differently.

Just as he went to open the door, the others trampled in, running to you and Jin. You could vaguely see in the shuffle that Jimin had your shopping bags.

“Baby, are you okay? Why are you pouting? Why is she pouting?” Jungkook turns the last question to Jin when you didn’t answer.

“She’s upset that our days got ‘ruined’ but she doesn’t know that we were already done with our outings.” You perk up at his words. You wondered when they finished with their own outings, it was still pretty early in the day.

“You guys were already done?” You ask, your voice notably small as the boys moved so sit on the couches, Jimin and Yoongi sitting on either side of you while Jungkook, Hobi and Tae sat on the other couch.

“Yeah, love. We were already done. We had been here for around an hour. It is past one now.” Yoongi’s deep timbre came from your side as you turned to look at him. He was munching on a cutie, a couple more in his lap.

Seeing that you were still kind of upset, Jimin moved to try and change the subject.

“Can we see what you got?” He was trying to peak through the small openings in the bags without actively moving them. This had you smiling as you remembered the shirts you found.

“Yeah!” You jumped a little, causing Jin to lean back from your excitement. Reaching for your bags you moved to the one with the BTS merch you got. You grab the shirts for Jungkook and Taehyung, handing it to them as you pull your own out.

“Here Tae! Here Koo! I got some in your sizes!” You exclaim, smiling big as you see their faces brighten at the shirts. They smiled at their nicknames and the shirts, feeling warm inside with how comfortable and affectionate you were becoming with them. They loved it.

Once the boys saw their shirts, you pulled the stickers from your and and showed them. You also got some other band t-shirts, including a couple of kpop groups you had found on the shelves. You got a Seventeen one, a Twice one, and an Ateez one. The twice one was from their last world tour, having all of their tour dates on it.

“What’s in this bag?” Jimin asked pulling up your Target bag.

“Oh, I needed some shampoo and conditioner and other things like that.” He pulled out the lotion you got, opening it up and smelling it before groaning. You raised your eyebrow, about to question him when he popped open the top and put some lotion in his hands, rubbing it into his skin.

“Baby. I’m going to buy you a dozen more of these. It smells so good!” His words had everyone but Jin and Yoongi moving forward, smelling and getting their own little bit of lotion.

“Besides the end, did you have fun today? Did you get everything you needed?” Yoongi asked you before popping another piece of tangerine in his mouth.

“I did have fun! I got Seungho to take some pictures with me, and I was going to post a couple of pictures I took onto Instagram. I didn’t get everything I needed, but that’s okay. I’ll go another time maybe.” You replied back, looking at your phone and checking your notifications.

You saw that the boys had liked your post with Hobi and had even commented. You debated which picture from today you were going to post when Jungkook spoke up.

“Let’s take some pictures with our shirts on! You can post that!” You jumped from the couch at his words, the three of you quickly moving to change into the new shirts.

You had Jimin take the photos, your soulmate quick to have you doing different poses. You went with two of them, one with each of you showing your ‘muscles’, and the other was one that Jimin took when you all were laughing. You captioned it with a smiley face emoji and a laughing one before posting.

Jimin looked over at Jin, a happy yet sly smirk on his face as they realized his plan to change the subject worked, getting your mind off what happened and helping you make more memories with the boys.

When Namjoon returned, he was alone, and happy to find you laughing as you hung off Jungkook’s back, your arms around his neck as he spun in circles, Taehyung and Hobi recording the moment.

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