#we started laughing at soon as we saw it. zoomed in on her face to get a better look

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Official beautiful pictures from the creature's first FastCAT. The crazed intensity of the second picture gets me

[chheolie]

dad seokmin forgot to keep his promise

seokmin was having one of those days where he planned to spend the entire afternoon entertaining his son with the most outlandish games he could think of. full of enthusiasm, he turned on the toy fire truck, which started zooming across the floor with its lights flashing and siren echoing throughout the room.

"look at this, buddy!" he exclaimed, excitedly, calling his little one over to watch the toy in action.

but to his surprise, his son, sitting on the floor with a surprisingly firm look, just crossed his arms and put on an expression that looked way too serious for a three-year-old. his little lips pushed out into a dramatic pout, as if he was experiencing the worst day of his life.

seokmin raised an eyebrow, confused, trying to decipher the unexpected reaction.

“is he mad about something? or maybe he just doesn’t like fire trucks anymore?” he thought, watching his son curiously.

determined to keep trying, he brought the truck closer and attempted to get him excited again.

"let’s put out the fire, son!" he said in an upbeat tone, waving the toy from side to side, trying to make it as fun as possible.

to his complete shock, the little boy, still with his pout intact, kicked the truck with his chubby foot, sending it sliding across the rug until it bumped against the couch leg. the kid’s angry face only grew, and the pout? somehow, it looked even bigger.

seokmin had to try really hard not to laugh. he felt his lips tremble with the urge to let out a chuckle, but he held it back. he didn’t want to make his little one any more upset.

"okay, my love… you don’t want to play with the fire truck," seokmin said in a softer, more paternal tone. "how about we go for a walk outside?" he suggested, smiling as if it was the most amazing idea ever.

the boy looked at his dad with a mix of disapproval and stubbornness, then turned his face away, crossing his arms even tighter.

seokmin sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, feeling clueless. he tried everything he could think of – he even offered to go outside and watch the “big trucks” his son usually loved to see, but nothing worked. feeling at a loss and a little desperate, he finally picked up his phone to call for help from the real expert: his wife.

with quick fingers, he typed a message, and soon his phone buzzed with a reply.

seokmin: babe, help.

he saw the typing bubbles pop up and then the message appeared.

seokmin: i think i just became our son’s number one enemy. 😩😩

y/n: 🤨 really? why?

seokmin: he won’t talk to me. won’t play with his favorite fire truck, doesn’t even want to go outside…

y/n: did you ask him why? maybe it’s something important

seokmin: babe… he’s only three. how’s he supposed to know how to explain what he’s feeling? 🥺

y/n: 🙄 ASK HIM, seokmin.

seokmin was ready to finally fix the situation, but he couldn’t resist asking his son one more time, now that the little boy seemed a bit less upset.

"son, did daddy do something wrong? why are you so upset?" he gently held his son’s tiny shoulders. "is there anything daddy can do to make you not be mad anymore?"

the little boy looked at him, still pouting, and said in a slightly teary voice, "you… you pwomised… stwawbewwy ice cweam… and you fowgot!"

seokmin had to cover his mouth to hide his laughter. of course, it was about food! and he vaguely remembered mentioning something about ice cream the night before, but with all the excitement and games, he’d completely forgotten.

"oh, son… i’m really sorry! daddy forgot about the ice cream!"

seokmin quickly grabbed his phone and texted his wife, almost as if he needed her to witness what he’d just discovered.

seokmin: babe, he said it

seokmin: i promised him strawberry ice cream after lunch, can you believe it? 😩😩

almost immediately, her reply came in.

y/n: really? i’m a witness.

seokmin: i forgot i’d promised that 😳

seokmin: but… how could he remember that? he’s just a baby!

y/n: he’s your son, seokmin. your legacy: selective memory for sweets and pizza.

seokmin: 😅😅😅😅😅

y/n: give him his ice cream before he packs his bag to run away from home.

laughing at the thought of his son packing a bag and searching for a new home that took ice cream promises seriously, seokmin headed to the kitchen to prepare the long-awaited treat. he grabbed a small bowl, added a few scoops of strawberry ice cream, and went all out: strawberry syrup, colorful sprinkles, and of course, a cherry on top. he carried the bowl back to the living room like it was a trophy, still imagining which uncle his son might ask for refuge with. maybe vernon? surely he wouldn’t forget a promise.

"here it is, buddy! your strawberry ice cream, with everything you deserve!"

the little boy, now with bright eyes, immediately dropped his pout and grabbed the bowl with both tiny hands, amazed by what he saw.

"yummy!" he said, fully focused on the ice cream and visibly happy.

seokmin crouched down beside him and asked hopefully, "so… do you forgive me for forgetting?"

the child nodded, but he was so engrossed in the ice cream that seokmin wasn’t sure if the forgiveness was genuine or just temporary. the ice cream was clearly priority number one.

he quickly sent another message to y/n.

seokmin: he forgave me…

seokmin: but i’m not sure we’re totally okay yet… i think his heart’s still divided between the ice cream and the grudge.

y/n: hahaha, i’m glad for you, babe.

seokmin watched as his son enjoyed the ice cream, and with each spoonful, the little boy let out a happy “mmm!” while seokmin watched, relieved to have made things right.

when his little one finished, he held up the empty bowl and grinned.

"was it good?" seokmin asked, smiling back at him.

"good, good!" he replied with his sweet little voice and eyes shining with joy.

suddenly, the boy got up, handed the bowl back to seokmin without much ceremony, and ran over to the fire truck still sitting on the floor.

"wooo woo woo woo!" he started imitating the fire truck siren with excitement, waving his dad over to join the game.

seokmin wasted no time. he ran to the kitchen to put the bowl down and, in seconds, was back in the living room, ready for the new mission to save the world. he pretended to put on an invisible firefighter helmet and gave his son a salute.

"firefighter seokmin reporting for duty!" he announced with a determined, goofy expression. "what’s the emergency, chief?"

his son held onto the toy truck, looking at him with serious little eyes.

"fire! big fire! daddy, come!" he shouted, running around the room with the truck while seokmin followed, pretending to turn on a siren.

the house transformed into a "fire station," and the two of them spent the next several minutes saving stuffed animals from the imaginary blaze.

seokmin: babe, we’re friends again

seokmin: we’re playing firefighters

y/n: alright, mr. firefighter, don’t make promises you won’t remember to keep

seokmin: 🫡🫡🫡

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Enha when 8th member s/o has a stage accident

8th member au, fem reader, mentions of electrocution in jw + rk’s, requested!!, 1345 words not proofread

Heeseung

He was internally screaming as soon as he saw you getting ready

You guys always like to give each other fashion shows of your outfits before performing

Like "babe look!" And then strut strut strut pose "slay me!!" 😆😆

But he knew immediately that you did not feel very slayful in your outfit

You were literally yanking it down after every step you took because it was already short and just kept riding up

You give him a "What do you think? 😕"

And he's like "I think you would look really good in a pair of pants 😁"

But the stylists don't have anything else so you have to go out in it

He keeps giving you nervous looks from across the stage

Anytime he crosses in front of you or anything he tries to cover you up or block the camera so you can readjust

Literally texts THE FREAKING CEO like "I'm concerned about the outfits given to yn, she can't perform her best while being so clearly uncomfortable"

"I'm concerned about the entire world realizing you're in love with her, but I guess I can talk to the styling staff 🤷🏻‍♀️"

OKAY BANG PD CALL HIM OUT ON THE SIMPERY LIKE THAT

But you never get an uncomfortably short outfit again... Heelift indeed 😌

Jay

Someone did not think this through 😭

You're doing your killing part in one of the songs on music bank

So obviously the camera guy gets closer to zoom in on you (werk👏👏)

BUT THEN he immediately moves to camera above your head to find Sunghoon and just WALKS INTO YOUR FACE

Ik y'all have seen that wonyo fancam... that's what I'm talking about

You literally make the most horrified face bc THIS MANS CROCH IS IN YOUR FACE

Screw professionalism, you're traumatized 😀

But man jays face is WORSE 😭😭

He's SO MAD like angry eyebrows and everything bc YOU JUST GOT VIOLATED ON LIVE TELEVISION

Walks up to you in the middle of the performance and checks on you

"Are you okay? 🥺"

You're like "yeah, talk after" and go back to performing

At the end when you drop down to a similar pose he goes in front of you 😭😭

It's fine because it wasn't your ending fairy but everyone is on Twitter like "he protects them so well 😭"

He rly does 🫶🫶 and starts a petition to at least get female camera operators next time

Jake

You guys were performing at a festival in the rain (wow so safe)

And everyone has talked before hand about being extra careful so you didn't slip

But it was such a big crowd!!! And it was your favorite song!!!

So you maybe went a little bit harder than you should have 🫣

... and fell on your face mid performance

I'm sorry but he laughs 😭😭

Like he sees you down out of the corner of his eye

Just 💃🕳 and then nothing

You give him such a dirty look when he laughs bc "YOURE SUPPOSED TO LOVE ME STOP LAUGHING!!"

So ofc he runs over after and helps you up + gives you a big hug ❤️❤️

"I'm sorry, you just looked so funny!!"

So you smack him again of course because "WHAT DO YOU MEAN I LOOK FUNNY" 😠

But he kisses your boo boo scraped knees (which of course everyone LOSES IT watching) and looks up at you with a smirk 😫😫

I CANT 😵‍💫

Sunghoon

You pretty much always had to wear heels to perform because you were so much shorter than the boys

But today man you had some BIG STOMPERS ON

Like platforms and big heels, the whole thing

And at first Hoon just laughs at you 😭😭

"You really need all that extra height?" Then he stands next to you and realizes you're still not as tall as him "and it doesn't even work!!" 😆😆

He's having the time of his life until you smack him (except he makes you kiss him after so still a win for him honestly)

But then once you guys are performing he notices that you're not moving your legs as freely as usual 🤔 (we love an observant partner <33)

He gives you a 🤷🏻‍♀️ from across the stage and you mouth back "heavy... and too big"

It's a concert and not a like show performance so he just walks over and TAKES YOUR SHOES OFF 😭😭

Like, bends down, unlaces them, takes them off and sets them by the side of the stage

You're like wow he's so sweet omg 😆 but then he goes "now you're short again" with the biggest smile and then runs away

So much for that... enjoy your sock performance 😻

Sunoo

Honestly it was really bad for you but kinda good for him 😭

You guys were performing at a fan meeting and they were gonna shoot like fireworks out at the end !!

And everyone knew it, but you were in the bathroom when they told everyone the specifics 🫣

So you were out just like casually performing, not really doing all of the choreo

More so just singing and running back and forth on the stage to say hi to everyone 🫶

But then the fireworks shootout 😭 and you were literally RIGHT NEXT TO THEM

And you’re so freaked out and they were so close and loud and you fall on your butt 😁

And the boys don’t realize it at first because they’re interacting with fans

But when you fall the whole crowd gasps 😭😭 and they’re like ????

And then Sunoo sees you on the floor half crawling away from the fireworks THAT ARE STILL SHOOTING OUT

He feels bad but he also thinks it’s really cute (😒)

But of course he helps you up 😁

And then he drags you around with him for the rest of the time

Like no you aren’t allowed to go anywhere by yourself anymore, he is holding your hand and you are going TOGETHER

Jungwon

Listen he is MAD

Like Leader Won was on high alert all day because it's been storming on and off

He was worried someone was gonna slip

But it was 10x worse 😭

You had turned your head to do a part of the choreo and some of the rain water got into your in ear

LITERALLY ELECTROCUTED YOU

It's giving Benjamin Franklin sunbaenim 😻😻

You were center for that part so all of the boys just saw you jump from the shock and then fall into a crouch covering your ears

He is IMMEDIATELY on it, running up to you and taking them out of your ears and escorting you off stage

He lowkey yells at the staff (🫣) bc "the performance should have been cancelled and now Yn's hurt!"

He doesn't want to leave you, but he has to go finish the rest of the performance

But once you're back home, he's not leaving your side

Chilling in a dark room with soft music playing so your ears don't hurt 🫶🫶

He's trending for like a week because of how scary he was 😭

Riki

Riki is the opposite of Jungwon 😭

Like he was having the time of his life performing and then he sees you drop and goes through all five stages of grief at the same time

Runs over "are you okay?!"

Except he yelled and you just got YOUR EARS ELECTROCUTED so you clutch your ears tighter bc it hurt

Once he sees you crying ITS OVER

Literally picks you up and takes you backstage, yelling to any staff in a thirty foot radius that he needs help ☹️

They lay you down in a stretcher and take you out to make sure you don't have like permanent ear drum damage or anything and he's just standing there like 😨

He has no idea what to do with himself

"Can I go with them? Please please please?"

So they let him of course bc he's cute and he WILL NOT let go of your hand for the entire time you're being treated until you're back in the dorms laid on his bed 🥹

He’s so clingy for like a week after because he was just so scared and he never wants to be away from you ☹️

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Swimming (Matt Sturniolo)

description: y/n and the triplets go swimming for content. But matt and y/n's sweet intractions definitely do not go unseen.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sexual things.

I have had a crush on Matt for the longest time. Everybody always tells me that he likes me back, but I never belive it.

Today, Matt, Chris, Nick and I have rented out a swimming centre, so we can film content in there. I was so exited, I had done swimming in the past and it was always a huge part of my life, something that I could do where I don't overthink or get stressed or anxious. "Y/n?" Matt says, breaking me out of my thoughts. "You alright?" I nodded, continuing to gaze out of the window humming quietly to 'TV by Billie Eilish.'

I suddenly felt a warm feeling on my inner thigh, I peered down at my lap and saw that it was Matt's hand. Slowly rubbing circles with his thumb. I felt a hot flush of heat run to my face as I turned away, biting my lip.

Around 5 minutes later, Matt removed his hand from my thigh to park in a space outside the swimming pool. I was sad at the loss of contact, but I knew matt had to use both hands so he didn't rear end the car beside him. As soon as he had parked we got out, Chris came up behind me and ruffled my hair "hey!" I said looking back at him annoyed. " I was having a good ponytail day!" All he replies with is "whoopsies" as he runs away like a child. Matt came up behind me and wrapped his arm over my shoulders pulling my back into his chest as he walked behind me. He carefully moved my misplaced strands of hair back to their original places. Little did we know Nick was recording us behind long enough to catch the whole thing. "Definitely keeping this in, it will be good for the edits." Whispers Nick to Chris. Chris just chuckles and agrees.

I start to get giddy as we walk inside because I smell the familiar scent of chlorine. I ran into the changing rooms, Chris running behind me as Matt and Nick slowly walked behind us. As me and Chris were fighting over who should get the family sized stall, Nick started to talk to Matt.

"So when are you two gonna get together?" Asked Nick. "What are you talking about?" Says Matt his gazed still fixed on me as I tried to push myself into the stall that Chris wouldn't let me have. "C'mon you know exactly what I'm taking about. Don't think we don't see the way you too look at each other. AND don't think we didn't see you putting your hand on her thigh or when you did all that weird shit in the car park coming in."

"Okay okay geez, I would love to talk to her about a relationship but I'm not sure she likes me back." Nick looks at him with an expression mixed of disgust, shame and shock. "Are you fucking stupid?" Matt laughs and walks away to get changed. All he could think about was y/n. Her beautiful voice, her soft hair, her flawless skin, her eyes, her curves, her lips. Oh god he loves her lips, they are so plump and naturally pink that he just wondered what they taste like.

Matt was quickly shook out of his dirty thoughts when y/n called his name "Matt! Hurry up we're all waiting for you!" Matt quickly shoves his clothes in his bag as he stepped out. He was wearing blue trunks. He scanned the floor and looked up when his eyes met y/n's but not for long as he traveled his gaze down to her bikini. A white fabric with little cherries on it. It looked so good on her. "You okay?" Y/n said giggling. He snapped up out of his trance. "Yeah I'm good." He said as he walked past her, grabbing her hand as he did.

30mins into filming we ended up doing races.

I always remember being really good at breaststroke. It was an easy swim for me as I didn't have to suffocate myself for that long. "Hey Matt!" I yelled " I bet you can't beat me in a breaststroke race!" ( A/N: help why does that sound so weird.)

"I bet I could." Matt says as he runs up to me grabbing my waist and jumping into the water. Nick laughs as he points the camera to us and zooms in. When I pop up from under the water, we both get ready to start the race. "GO!" screams Chris. I take off, my hands and legs moving rapidly, I got a pretty good headstart so I was ahead of Matt but still in arms reach. We were close to the end of the pool when I felt Matt's hand wrap around my ankle as he pulled me back into his chest. Kissing my head subconsciously and whispering in my ear "slow down sweetheart." Oh. My. Word. My somache filled with butterflies as I smiled shamlessly. "Or what?" I whisper back. In that moment I could feel him getting hard against my ass. He pulled away and continued swimming the rest of the pool as I stood there in shock.

Later when we were home, I was lying in my bed, hair washed and feeling squeaky clean, I was scrolling through my Instagram feed when I heard a knock at my door. "Come in." Slowly, my door opens to reveal Matt. I put my phone down and stand up, slightly flusterd as I remember our last interaction. I patted the spot next to me inviting him over. He slowly walked and sat down on my bed, I felt the space sink down and I struggled to stay balanced. "Hey." He said

"Hey." I repeated. He looks me dead in the eye his gaze burning imaginary holes into my soul. I opened my mouth to talk but he got there before me. "You know, I never did answer the question earlier." He said. I nodded, waiting for him to continue...

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A/N: Hey guys! This was my first imagine and I just wanted to leave it on a cliffhanger for you guys. English is not my first language so if i spelt anything wrong or something just doesn't make sense, please let me know thanks xx ALSO DOES ANYONE KNOW HOW TO SAVE DRAFTS ON HERE?

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ALSO HOW DO YOU TAG PEOPLE?

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MOTOMAMI | see you in formula one

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warnings: self-doubt, angst word count: 3.4k summary: it's the final race of the 2022 f2 championship, is valeria ready to give it her all to win the champion title and enter formula one?

FIDGETING WITH THE rings on her fingers, Valeria didn’t pay much attention to the race engineers debriefing after the qualifying that afternoon. She drowned out the conversations around her as the doubt and worry consumed her senses, her mind filling with endless thoughts about what could happen at the race tomorrow.

Her qualifying didn’t go bad per se; She earned herself P2 for the starting grid, one place right behind Felipe Drugovich who has been her biggest rival during the championship. He was always there, either a few points behind or ahead of her. Whatever happens at the race would break or make the other’s standing. 

“... Valeria?” Cecília gently shook the girl next to her, her face showing signs of worry as she looked at the young driver. “Is everything alright? We need you to pay attention, linda.” 

“Sorry, zoomed out for a second,” trying to shake off her intrusive thoughts, Valeria pulled herself together. “I’m all ears.” She smiled at the team, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. 

The debrief was over and before anyone could say anything, Valeria had bolted out the door to reach her driver’s room. She had to gather herself before facing the people outside the motorhome. Taking deep breaths, she pulled out her earphones and clicked onto her paddock playlist. The soothing voice of Kali filled her ears, instantly calming her a little as she thought of her friends. If Kali would be here right now, she’d know exactly how to lift Valeria’s mood. 

A text of Benny, her PR manager and childhood friend, ripped her out of her thoughts. 

We’ll leave soon, okay?Didn’t want to disturb you since I know you probably want to be alone right now

Smiling slightly, she appreciated how considered he can be at times like these. Valeria valued her friendship with Benny a lot, even more so now that he’s working with her and was there for her at every race because of that.

Shooting him a short reply, she sighed as she packed her necessities together. Ready to leave with the safety of her music blasting through her ears, Valeria decided it was best to find her team to drive back to the hotel.

Opening the door, she let out a gasp of shock as she saw Felipe in front of her, his fist raised to knock. “Oh fuck, you scared me!” It slipped out of her mouth faster than she could think. Pulling her earphones away, she looked at him in question. “What are you doing here?”

“Sorry,” the Brazilian sheepishly apologised, scratching the back of his neck nervously. “I just wanted to wish you luck for your race tomorrow.” He held out his hand for her to shake. “No matter who wins. No bad blood, right?”

“Uh…” She looked at him, unsure how to process his appearance. She didn’t know whether to take his words seriously or not, Valeria opted to not be a total asshole, Valeria appreciated his gesture more than doubting his intentions.

So, she took his hand and shot him a genuine smile. “Thank you, likewise. May the better one win, I guess.”

“Oh I’ll make sure of that,” he smiled teasingly. Laughing, Valeria slightly hit his chest. “Yeah right. Good joke.” He laughed as well. 

“So… see you tomorrow?” They made their way out of the motorhome together, coming to a halt when their ways parted. “Or more like, you’ll see me since you’re behind me.”

Laughing again, Valeria slapped his arm. “What happened to the shy teammate I had in Formula 3? I think I liked that Felipe more.” She shook her head, still smiling at her former teammate. 

“I guess he grew up,” Felipe shrugged, growing more serious for a second. “I do hope for a good race tomorrow, no matter the outcome.”

“Me too.” They smiled at each other for a second before the moment was interrupted by Benny walking up to them. “Vale! Our ride’s here- Oh, hey Felipe.” He looked between the two drivers, trying to read the atmosphere. Sensing no stress, he sighed in relief. “Our ride is here, just wanted to inform you.”

“Oh, yeah, thanks.” Valeria turned to Felipe. “Sleep well tonight before I beat your ass tomorrow.” 

Felipe grinned at her. “Whatever makes you sleep at night.” They chuckled before wishing each other a good night and parting their ways. 

“All good?” Benny asked Valeria as they turned to leave the paddock. He took one more look at Felipe behind them, shrugging it off. 

“Yeah, all good.” She bumped her shoulder into his, wrapping her arm around his shoulder as they left for the hotel. “Everything’s gonna be good.”

Everything wouldn’t be good. The guilt, the doubt and the worry came flooding all back when Valeria found herself alone in her hotel room at night. While the whole city was sound asleep at an hour like this, she was pacing around her room with her hands nervously combing through her hair. 

She went through every possible outcome of tomorrow’s race, but got ultimately stuck on the negative ones. She couldn’t bear the thought of getting out of the car and meeting all the disappointed faces of her team, of the Prema Racing team, of the Mercedes team and Toto. Valeria knew she had a shot at the free seat at Mercedes for the next Formula One season, it was just one race away from being hers. 

“We want to see how well she performs under real pressure.” Is what Toto had said to Victor, her manager, when discussing the terms of her possible contract. “If she wins the championship, she’s in. That’s our one condition.” 

Balling her hands into fists, Valeria could see her younger self staring back at her reflection through the bathroom mirror. She felt like back in the US when she drove her little rundown kart at various competitions, the laughs and teasing from her competitors ringing in her ears. 

“Who let her drive here?”

“I didn’t know they let charity cases like her into the karting competitions now.”

“It’s cute that she thinks she actually has a chance at winning.”

Splashing her face with water, she looked at her shaking hands as the water slipped through her fingers. She gritted her teeth in anger, sinking down on the bathroom floor. The tiles felt cool against her back, the temperature change calming her nerves for a little bit. 

Will the self-doubt ever end? She asked herself, knowing that deep down she knew the answer was ‘no’. Before the qualifying, Valeria had talked to Lewis for a brief minute. 

“Kick their asses, alright?” He had smiled at her, petting her head as if she was his little sister. “I want to see you next year on the podium next to me.” He had given her a little push, his significant laugh filling the air. She had answered him with a nod, a smile of her own facing him. But inside of her the turmoil hadn’t stopped.

Breathing through her nose, Valeria knew it made no sense to let the doubt plague her any further. She wished she could just mute her own head. Closing her eyes as she still laid on the bathroom floor, she envisioned what it would feel like to win. She would reach that one goal she only dreamed about; Becoming a champion and advancing to the top. 

Valeria knew she had to win. If not for the seat at Mercedes, then for little Vale who had done everything in her power to get her where she is now. 

THE NEXT MORNING came around faster than she had imagined. Not sleeping much that night, her drumming thoughts made the time pass quicker than she had anticipated. Groaning as her alarm went off to remind her to get ready soon, Valeria popped some Ibuprofen to get rid of the hammering headache. 

“Don’t you look like an angel,” Benny teased his friend as soon as Valeria stepped inside the breakfast room of the hotel. Shooting him a glare, he knew better than to push any more of her buttons. “Okay, not in the talking mood, I get it.” He raised his hands in surrender.

“I’m sorry for being an ass,” she sighed in defeat, rolling the food on her plate from one side to the other with her fork. “It’s just-” She stopped when Benny put his hand over hers, stopping her motion.

He looked her into the eyes, his smile genuine. “Vale, I know. I get it. It’s alright.”

Valeria knew he meant the best for her with his words, but something in her bubbled with anger. He did not get it. He had never found himself in her position, so how would he understand what she’s going through? 

Pulling her hand away, she nibbled on her lips as she decided it was better to just not say anything at all. He sent her a pressed smile before continuing to eat his foot. 

“How’s my little star doing?” Victor, her manager, came up behind her and put both his hands on her shoulders, slightly massaging her. “Oh, you’re tense.”

“What did you expect?” She snapped, mumbling a small sorry after realising she had come off as a little too harsh. “Ugh, I hate myself right now.” She held her head in her hands. “I’m awful.”

Victor and Benny exchanged looks with each other. Her manager turned to Valeria, “Well, it’s all going to be different in a few hours. We have faith in you, even if you don’t have it in yourself right now. The more you pressure yourself, the worse you’ll be able to focus.”

What was supposed to be encouraging made Valeria sigh even more. She was pressuring herself a lot right now and it’s not like she can just turn off those feelings, so does that mean she’ll lose it all in the race?

“Come on, eat up so we can go to the paddock.” Victor patted her shoulder, pointing towards the plate which had all the nutritions she’d needed for the race on it. “Benny, make sure she eats it up.” With that, he left as he picked up a phone call.

Forcing the food down her throat despite the nausea growing inside her, Valeria and Benny made their way towards the car where the rest of her team waited for her. Rio, her trainer, shot her a smile of encouragement as he opened the door for her. “Here you go, future champion.”

During the ride, everyone seemed to talk over Valeria’s head about the upcoming race while the girl had her headphones on to avoid any conversation. She already dreaded the celebrities who were at the paddock for the Formula One race which would take place after the Formula Two one. 

Of course the paddock was packed with people from all over the world. Drivers, their team, the media and celebrities crowded the entrance as Valeria got out of the car. In an instant, she found herself surrounded by various interviewers bombarding her with questions about the upcoming race. Before Valeria could even digest all the information thrown at her, Rio had stepped in and pushed the reporters away as gently as possible to avoid any drama.

“No questions right now.” She could hear Victor behind her as Rio shielded her from anyone further invading her space. Quickly pushing through the crowd, the team was able to avoid any more complications upon arriving at the motorhome. Valeria felt her shoulders tense even more when seeing her engineers and mechanics inside the garage, all of them putting their hopes for the win on her. 

Up until two hours before the race, Valeria felt as if the time was passing by slowly. Everything blurred into each other when sitting down to discuss the strategy for today’s race. They kept telling her what to do, but the only thing she could focus on was her racing heartbeat. 

When it was time to prepare mentally for the race, when she finally found some time to cool down, Valeria distanced herself from her team and the garage. “I just need a moment for myself.” She told the others, earning concerned looks from them before walking off.

How am I supposed to last in Formula One when I’m already so stressed out now? 

Sitting down in a more secluded era, she felt like she could finally breathe for a second without anyone looking down on her. She knew they all meant well, however, it just all felt overwhelming to the point where she could lash out and scream at everyone out of frustration. 

Looking down on her phone, she contemplated whether or not to call Tyler. As someone who understood the struggle of not wanting to disappoint his fans, she knew he’d find the right words to calm her nerves without the typical ‘you can do this!’ bullshit. 

“¿Oye hablas español?” 

Valeria got ripped out of her thoughts, the unfamiliar voice making her furrow her brows in confusion. Looking up, she saw a man walking up to her with a big smile painted on his face. Turning her head to her side, seeing if he was talking to her or not, she raised her brow at him in question. “¿Qué?”

“I know a Latina when I see one.” He laughed, sitting down next to her without asking for permission. Valeria’s mood soured a little, she wanted a moment alone and he just bursted in without a thought. However, there was something so soothing about his presence that she couldn’t describe in words.

“I’m sorry but, who are you?” She asked, the confusion clearly taking over her whole demeanour. 

“Filly,” He stretched out his hand towards her to shake. “Sorry for just coming up to you. You looked a bit grim and I figured you’d need some cheering up.” Scanning her outfit, noticing her driver's suit, his eyes widened for a second. “You a driver?”

“Yeah.” She shrugged, taking his hand before shaking it. “Valeria.”

“I’m really sorry, I’m kinda new to the Formula world. Didn’t know they had a girl.” Filly chuckled. “But that’s good, aye?”

“I’m not in Formula One.” She corrected him, smiling a little. “Formula Two, actually.”

“Oi, that’s impressive. Good thing I came earlier, so I can watch your race.”

“I mean, I don’t know if it’s going to be as spectacular as the Formula One one.” She shrugged, dropping her shoulders a bit. 

“You just gotta make it interesting, then.” He pushed his shoulder slightly against hers. “You nervous?” He made it sound like a question, but they both knew it was more of a statement. 

“There’s… I guess you could say a lot depends on how I do today.” Valeria wasn’t about to share the whole story, and thankfully, she felt as if Filly understood. “Lots of pressure, you know.”

“I figure, the more you stress, the more you’re setting yourself up to fail.” He just said. 

Letting his words sink in for a second, Valeria found herself agreeing with him. “But I just can’t make it stop. Otherwise, trust me, I would’ve done that already.”

“I’m not a racer, so correct me if I’m wrong, but I believe once you enter the car your worries will go away.” He sent a small, comforting smile her way. “And then, when you achieve what you set your mind up to, find me afterwards and the first round is on me.”

Giggling at his statement, she nodded. “Now I have to win, don’t I? For the shots, at least.” 

“I guess now there’s no other way to go.” He stood up, holding his hand out to help her up as well. Dusting her suit off, she looked up to him. “Is it weird if I hug you?” Bursting out in loud laughter, Filly wrapped his arms around her shoulders to embrace her in a hug. Valeria felt a little lighter, some of the worry falling off her chest. 

“I’ll be at the finishing line, yeah?” He winked at her before waving her goodbye. 

“I bet on it.”

FILLY WAS RIGHT. The moment Valeria had entered her car, her helmet secured on her head, her visor down, her hands gloved up and feeling the familiarity of her wheel under her fingers, she felt her worries and doubts zooming out. Her eyes were fixated on the red lights, a quick glance towards Felipe slightly in front of her, the roaming of the motors hammering through her helmet into her ears. 

It’s lights out and away we go!

Her reaction time was good, though so was Felipe’s. She couldn’t get in front of him, him quickly defending his place when she tried to push past him. Looking behind her, Valeria could see the chaos behind her. The start was always the most nerve wrecking in her opinion, everyone trying to gain as many positions as possible.

She figured it’d make more sense for her to try to overtake Felipe later on, focusing more on keeping her position as second place until everyone had spread throughout the track a little. Hopefully, she was making the right decision on it.

It wasn’t up until a couple laps left when she found a moment to overtake her rival. She had tried many times throughout the race, her mind filled with possibilities on how to get the win while simultaneously defending her current place. Valeria had waited for a moment of weakness of the Brazilian, a small mistake which could lead her to victory. 

She grew almost frustrated by his defending skills, her grip tightening around her wheel. Her focus was slipping away second by second as she kept trying without getting any closer to her goal. 

“The more you stress, the more you’re setting yourself up to fail.”

Taking a deep breath, Valeria detached herself from the nagging thoughts. Feeling herself becoming lighter and lighter, her eyes focused on the car in front of her. She felt like Felipe was taunting her a little.

“You just gotta make it interesting, then.”

“I’m going all in.” She unpressed the button which connected her to her team, drowning out their response before pressing the gas pedal even more. Iit was now or never. 

I will not lose this close to winning.

Valeria couldn’t remember what happened afterwards. 

The adrenaline was spiking high, the blood rushing faster than the cars on track through her veins and her nerves were skyrocketing through the roof. It felt as if someone else was taking over her body, her decisions and choices feeling surreal. 

The next moment she felt like she was back on earth was the moment she drove over the finishing line, the chequered flag waving at her. She couldn’t properly breathe, the screams of excitement filling her ears as her team principal shouted into his mic.

“YOU’RE A CHAMPION.”

I’m a champion.

Her legs were shaking as she stepped out of the car once she was parked. Immediately, her team ran up to her and smothered her in hugs, all of them knocking on her helmet while grinning from ear to ear. 

Valeria couldn’t even come up with any words, her mind completely blank as she pulled her helmet off. Breathless, she looked at her team, her engineers, her mechanics. They all waited for her to say something. 

“I’m a fucking champion.” She laughed as she held her helmet high up in the air. “¡Un maldito campeón!” She jumped up and down, the realisation kicking in and her emotions running absolutely wild. 

Felipe came up to her after getting out of his car. He held his hand out, a smile gracing his features. “You really didn’t make this race easy.” 

Looking down on his hand, Valeria shrugged before giving him a hug instead. “Never said I would.” 

“¡VIVA MÉXICO CABRONES!”

She was swept off her feet, her father holding her up as he yelled at the top of his lungs. A Mexican flag was tied around his shoulders. Laughing at his antics, she joined him as they chanted the national anthem of their country. 

When the official celebrations came around, Valeria was close to tearing up as she stood on the highest step of the podium. The flag, which was previously around her father’s shoulders, was now tightly tied around her. As the trophy was handed to her, she had the proudest smile on her face. 

In the crowd below her, she could spot Toto. He gave her a thumbs up, a smile matching hers on his lips. Grinning, she pointed towards the Mercedes logo which was stitched on her suit. 

See you in Formula One next year!

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[sstardustt3]

"smile, you're on camera y'know?"

summary- fem!reader and joel go get grocries while reader films.

word count- 1611k

tags- Ifem!reader x joel miller I fem!reader being a horrible camera woman I pre!outbreak (like way before) I 19yo!joel I breif mention of sarah I pregnant!reader I domestic fluff I grumpy x sunshine trope I

additonal info- Hiii this is my first actual fic so sorry if it's bad and it's not proof read so sorry for some grammer mistakes and i'll end up doing another post abt this but i'm going to make a masterlist for my fics in the future and i also can do requests and prompts so if you like this and any future fics and writing please feel free to put it in! reposts are also appreciated.

time-12:35 

Date- 3/31/2001

Recording sesion- 15:28:52

“Fucckkk…” Joel groaned and shifted around in the sheets

“If you don’t get that goddamned camera out my face…what is it five?”

Your eyes drifted down to the time at the corner of the camera.

“No actually, it’s twelve thirty five. I let you sleep in.” 

 you said from behind the camcorder, having a bit of a laugh at his irritation. He rolled his eyes at your comment and put the sheets over his head. Which promptly got it pulled off and thrown onto the ground

“No c’mon get up sleepy. We have shit to do.”

“Why can’t you go yourself since you’re full dressed already?’

Despite his protests and mumbling, sadly for him he knew he could never deny you, so he begrudgingly rolled out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom, mumbling on the way. You soon followed, the cold air hitting your body once again and went to the drawer and sat the camera down as she slipped the thick whit socks on.

“He’s so adorobly in love with me, and it might seem like he hates me but trust me if you saw the way he was all over me last night you would be eating your words right now, trust.”  you chuckle to your camera, picking it up and walking to the sink in their bathroom. You hear an annoyed, slightly pained groan from joel on the toilet. 

You quickly turn your head and a grin grows on your face. “You okay in their honey?” you hear another annoyed sigh.

“Im great doll. Just fuckin’ peachy” the toilet flushed and he opened the door, one  hand on his hip and the other with his hand making a poor attempt at covering his face from her god forsaken camera that was tracking him.

“I'm starting’ to think that getting you that camera was a mistake”

He picked up his tooth brush and paste and squeezed the tube. The thick paste beading at the opening and getting wiped off on the toothpaste 

“Nonesense. Plus, wouldn’t little sarah love to see her mom and dad when they were young?”

She smiled, sitting it down on the counter and showing off  her pregnant belly to the camera. 

“Isn’t that what photos are for?”

He supposedly said. It was hard to tell with all the paste muffling him. 

“It’s the digital age.”

He didn’t dignify your teasing with a response and spit out the toothpaste and washed it all out with tap water. He whipped his lip and kissed your forehead.

“I’m guessing you wanna go somewhere?” he lazily pulled his shirt off and threw it in the hamper and you quickly seized the opportunity to zoom the grainy film all the way in to his chest to his abdomen. A cheeky smirk grew on your face at the sight. 

“It’s for groceries and to get a christmas tree. You can’t help get a christmas tree?” you quickly refuted. You zoom out and walk to window and gracefully pushed the blinds up and focused the camera on the outside. Thick snow covering the trees and the driveway covered in ice, It looked amazing on the camera, even better in real life.

“Y'know you didn’t have to wake me up for groceries, could’ve just gotten them yourself.” he mumbled, pulling the shirt over his head and slipped on his grey sweatpants.

You twirl, the camera becoming unfocuesed and slightly blurry at the abrupt halt as you dragged your foot to stop.

“Meet me in the kitchen when you’re ready.”  You call out before shutting the door.

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Time-12:42

date-3/31/2001

Recording session-27:02:24

The doors to the grocery store opens with the chime of bells accompany it as joel pushed the door with one hand and push the cart with other with your hand over his. 

“What do we really need outta here?” he said, seeming a little more awake then he was on the walk there.

The camera whirled to the fruit section they were first greeted with upon walking in. Focusing on the bright red color of the peppers and tomatoes.

“Tomatoes…cabbages…ribs....thats really it.”

“Simple enough.” he walked to the produce section and started looking through fruit, his hands turing them around and looking at them closely. You followed his hand and zoomed out a little to see his face. And once you noticed you couldn’t help but laugh at that  stupidly serious look on his face. He noticed and looked at you and your camera.

“What- what is it, why are you laughing?”  he said, with his eyebrows furrowingly slightly, making him look confused and annoyed.

“Your face, your so serious all the time baby, lighten up, please.” chucking hard, her hand that was filliming dropping to her side and hooking her arm around his neck and gave him a light kiss. His face warmed slightly in response which promptly earned a smirk from you.

“You’re too unserious.”

“You’re too serious.” the camera raised and a cheeky smile grew on your face “c’mon smile, you’re on film.” 

“Forget it.” he rolled his eyes and he refocused his attention on the fruit,inspecting it and testing the firmness to make sure it’s fresh.

The attention of the camera flew to the bakery and you made your way over. Getting welcomed by the secent of crepes, macaroons, jelly filled donutes, and other various foods. First going to the donuts, bending down to the prettily decorated display. A woman came over from the otherside, sliding the door to the side as her tongs took out the powdered donuts out and slid in a fresh new steaming hot batch with a little star star shaped candy on a stick on the top. Quickly you stood up to grab the young tired tenagers attention.

“Exuse me, ma’m?”

She turned around, and came back over, putting her arms on the top of the glss display. “Yeah?”

“Can I have two dozen of these?” you said, pointing off screen to the cute little pastry

She leaned far over the counter, ridiculously far and caused you to flinch slightly and back up.

She looked at the name plate next to the desert.

“The…fairy dust powdered donut?” she cranked her neck up to look at you.

You nodded. “Yeah those are the ones.”

She gave a quick nod and pulled back to her side, swiftly grabbing the tongs and picked up 24, 12 at at time and placed them in a bag.

“Is that it?” she asked.

“Yeah thats all.” you said,  trying to hide her shock at the womans quickness.

“That’ll be 9.95.”

You dug your hand in your purse and pulled out two fives and handed it to her which she accepted without a word and she gave back some cents.

“Have a good day ms.”

She called and you responded with a nod and walked away.

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Date-3/31/2001

Time-1:42

Recording session- 60:02:37

“Goddamn it, it feels like i spent all day in there.”

Joel sighed as he carried the bags from the store to the train station.

“Well not all day. Just…” you paused briefly. “Around two hours. Average time for a trip.”

He scoffed as he stopped at the platform. He turnt  your camera which he was also holding towards you.

“I don’t need you being a smartass.” he said from behind the camera

“It’s what I do best.” you retort with that stupid smile before turning the opposite direction. Leaning to the right to see the train coming.

“Don’t do that.” he pulled you towards him, unintentionally backing into his chest.

“Why not?” you asking while reeling your head back to look at him.

“Because I don’t want a damn bullet train to speed towards us and rip your head off because you’re being stupid.” he said, not noticing the light reddining on his face.

“Joel, your blushing.” you tease with that damned smile you’ve had on all day.

“Shut the hell up.” he quickly snapped back.

Within a few seconds the train slowly came and opened it’s doors and you quickly went inside with joel following closely behind. You took your seats and it was only when the pair sat down they realized how tired they were from standing. Joel craned his neck down to look at the camera. It was a quite a tooth rotting sight actually. You and joel holding hands on the train with both shoes in frame and yours untied. He sighed and sat the camera down on your lap and bent over to tie your shoes. You look down, slightly confused at what he’s doing.

“...What are you doing?” you mumbled as you looked down.

“Why are your damn shoes always untied is the question.”

“Hey, blame converse not me.” you said as you put your head back and sighed. 

He didn’t say anything back and you didn’t either. The entire train ride for the two was surprisingly quiet, with joel just looking into the grainy footage of the camera the whole time that had been recording the pair the whole time, that you were oh so obsessed with. He didn’t realize just how he was staring at the camera until the train speakers rang out their stop. He turned to you and saw you completely knocked out. He chucked and shoved you awake.

“Hey..” you rubbed your eye and and slowly rised as you noticed a few others on the train were, including joel

“C’mon sleepy head, smile your on camera y’know?” he said, cracking a smile. Which caused you to laugh and lightly shove him.

“Yeah, c’mon.”

[nct-charlee]

Jaemin + Charlee (CharMin)

“Charming. That’s what we are. ”

masterlist // NCT DREAM

(korean, english)

warning: NONE.

a/n: but hi everyone !!! so sorry for literally disappearing from the face of the earth for almost a year (yikes!). when i first started writing and thinking up Charlee i had the time and energy to finally write something. but the more i wrote and the less i saw people actually engage in my work was extremely disheartening. it was a really hard thing to consider but i just couldn’t write without thinking of what people would think of my work (if they would even read it LOL). at that same time i started falling out of love with kpop and kpop content and so it made no sense to keep doing something i found no joy in doing. BUTTTT i finally gained that spark and started following NCT and RIIZE!! writing charlee and her story was one of my favorite things to do and i really missed it i think. so her story lives on!! and there’s someone on the way, coming very very soon 😉

WC:

First Meeting

“She was and is so-” (all the members start groaning, Chenle and Haechan start saying ‘la la la I can’t hear you’)

“-pretty” (Staff coo while all the members starts booing causing Jaemin to just smile wider)

It was right after the meeting to reveal that Charlotte would in fact join NCT dream

Charlotte was the last in the room, still trying to rack her brain. she was going to debut

Not just that she was going to debut in a boy group, all different things going on in her head

Jaemin had seen her around, in passing. They had not once said anything to each other though

“She was still bawling in the office and I felt so bad. I don’t even remember what I said exactly, but I remember comforting her.”

Jaemin had realized he hadn’t seen her and decided to go see where she was

He had just been put on hiatus for his back and had a feeling Charlotte was probably feeling horrible, she probably thought she was replacing him

When he came in she had her head in her hands and was sobbing. He quickly walked inside and closed the door, coughing slightly so she could hear him

She quickly tried to wipe her tears, before sniffing out “Sorry, I’ll get out soon…”

“No, no, You’re fine. I was actually looking for you,” He smiles softly. “I just wondered if you wanted to go and get some snacks with me?”

“Um, okay. Sure?”

Jaemin laughed a little and held his hand, taking hers and leading her to the nearest convenience store

Fan Favorite Moment

During “Boom” it was obvious that Dream was going in a darker and more mature era

Slowly her clothes got short and tighter until she all she could do was place her hands around her to at least have a little modesty off stage

It was also when staff realized she was in fact the same height as multiple members, if not taller

When people would bring up her height, he often would often try to change the subject, knowing she was uncomfortable with talking about it

He was also silently helping her with her clothes

Covering her with blankets or towels during variety or awards shows. If nothing was around he would use his own jacket, not caring that he was going to get a earful from the stylists

One time, the camera man started zooming in on her. He immediately jumped into frame and started smiling and waving his finger ‘no’.

When Charlee finally notices the camera she waves and they both start joking around

It’s still unclear if the camera persons intentions were bad or good

On Screen

“We are very charming so Charmin is us!”

Popularity: 9/10

Nicknames: Baby, Honey, Jagiya…that’s it, only endearing names

Best couple right here (I mean whatttt??)

They are so loved that even the biggest scandals that have come from DREAM was because of them, but they got cleared immediately when people realized it was about them

Clingyyyyy

Again one of the few members to show affection on screen

Jaemin while being the perceived “loudest” in variety content, Charlee is perceived the “loudest” during vlogs and trip content. In both occasions they balance each other out

Either calming each other or bringing the other out of their shell. A slight graze of each others arm is all they need to know that they’re either doing “too much” or “too little”

Off Screen

Still touchy, if not more so

Off camera Charlee is quite unserious and is seriously the joker AND a big yapper

Being the same but total opposites at the same time translates even off screen

Charlee is not shy to run up to him and hug him randomly, or call him randomly to say “I have to pee”

There’s no such thing as TMI between them and she makes sure he remembers that

One of the first tattoos she had gotten was dedicated to 8dream, each member had a little doodle she drew that reminded her of them

His was a cup of coffee in a ying and yang-esque way. One half being darker (his namericano) and one half being a milk-coffee (her 70:30 creamer and milk to coffee ratio)

[thatztyv]

I think the new jack fic deserves a part 2🫣

Link 2

Description:

- Jack takes Kennedy on a date

Word Count:

- 1.7k

Kᴇɴɴᴇᴅʏ Dᴏᴡɴs

(ken-nuh-dee duh-ouns)

"Y'all", I hummed as I set my camera up.

I took a step back to show my full body.

"So I got asked out on a date", I said then clapped my hands together and looked at the camera.

"I hope I didn't underdress", I hummed as I ran my hands over my shirt. "I feel like it's a luh calm fit. Can never go wrong with cargo pants and some fours."

"Anyways I'm supposed to be meeting Jack at two. And it's currently", I started as I checked my phone. "Oh lawd it's one forty-five. I'll see y'all in the car."

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"He told me he like three minutes away so I'm just waiting for him. I left late and still made it before him", I said and shook my head. "Thats a shame."

A knock came from my window and I jumped. I furrowed my brows and turned to look.

I let my window down and side eyed him.

"Why would you scare me like that?", I asked.

"My bad", Jack chuckled. "You ready to go in?"

"Yeah let me grab my purse", I said before I let my window back up and he opened my door for me.

"Thank you", I told him after I got out the car and he closed the door.

"You're welcome", he said as I put my purse on my shoulder then locked my car.

"Say hey to the camera", I said as I turned the camera to face both of us.

He gave me a hug before waving at the camera.

"Hey", he said with a smile.

"So what they got in here?", I asked as we started walking towards the building.

"All types of games. Good food and drinks. Trust me you'll enjoy yourself", he hummed.

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"Alright so while we waiting for the lady to come back imma show y'all his outfit since y'all seen mine", I said before turning the camera around to Jack.

I zoomed it out to get his full fit. "Okay. He looking real clean, real fresh. You know per usual."

"Gotta make sure I'm looking good for the ladies always", he said and licked his lips.

"You can't be taking me on a date and tryna please the ladies at the same time", I said turning the camera to me.

"I'm kidding", he chuckled.

"Mmhm", I hummed and playfully rolled my eyes.

"If you two could follow me please", the receptionist said as she grabbed two menus before walking off.

I walked beside Jack as we followed her around the arcade.

My hand accidentally brushed against his a few times before he grabbed ahold of it.

I turned the camera down and showed him holding my hand before turning it back to my face.

I'm literally screaming on the inside right now.

"Alright. This will be your area. If you need food, drinks or anything just push this button and a waiter will be with you as soon as they can. All the games have unlimited play for three hours since you got the premium package", she said as she set our menus on the table. "Lastly if you have any problems don't be afraid to come to the front and tell me."

"Thank you", I said sweetly before she walked away.

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I set my camera up and pointed it towards the basketball game.

He tapped the card on the scanner.

"Three, two, one. Go!", the machine said before letting the balls out.

I quickly grabbed a ball and started shooting back to back. I looked over and saw Jack had a higher score.

I reached over, trying to block him for shooting.

"Kennedy come on you're cheating", he laughed as he moved back from me.

I laughed and stopped messing with him and shoot another ball.

"Player two wins!", the machine chimes.

"You tried to cheat and still lost", he chuckled.

"Not too much."

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"We found a baseball game", I said after I set my camera up.

I walked to the tablet and typed in our names.

"Okay what stadium we doing", I asked as I swiped through the different fields.

"Uh Tampa Bay."

I swiped through them then selected it.

"Imma put you up first."

"Wait you go first. You played softball, you got more experience than me", he said.

"That was in tenth grade", I chuckled.

"Still."

I playfully rolled my eyes and grabbed one of the bats before going into the batting cage.

I pressed my foot on the base and got in swinging position.

Pitching in three.. two.. one.

The ball shoot out the floor and I swung the bat but missed the ball. I turned back and looked at Jack.

"That was just a test swing", I hummed before turning back around.

"I'm not gone say anything", he chuckled.

Another ball shot out the floor, I swung the bat and hit the ball.

I ended up hitting fifteen of twenty balls.

"Let's see if you can beat that", I said as I put my bat back on the rack.

He walked in as I was walking out.

"Alright let's see if you can hit a home run", I said. "We aiming for a homer!"

He looked at me as he grabbed his bat. "A home run?"

"Yeah. Bring it home, bring it home."

He stepped on the home base and got ready to swing his bat.

The ball shot out the thing and he swung at it.

"Out the park", the game said.

"That's alright. I missed the ball completely the first time", I chuckled.

He shook his head and stepped on the base again.

He ended up hitting seven out of twenty.

"Y'all I won and he hating on me", I chuckled before he gently moved me out the way.

"She won by eight."

"I still won", I said pushing my way in front of him.

"Whatever."

.☆.

"The way it's looking I'm finna order everything on this menu", I said making Jack chuckle.

"Hot wings", he hummed before he chuckled. "That reminds me. You know I watched your last video?"

"You did?!", I said as I looked up at him again and my voice went up an octave. "You watched the whole thing? Beginning, middle and end?"

"The entire thirty minutes."

I looked away from him and back at the menu.

"You ready to order?", I asked changing the topic.

He chuckled. "Yeah."

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"So I just ordered some fries. They had good stuff on the menu but I didn't know if I'd eat it for real", I said and showed my food on the camera.

I moved the camera and showed Jack's food.

"He got tacos and hot wings. They look so good", I said and zoomed in on his plates.

I set my camera up to show both of us.

"You sure you don't want nothing else", he asked.

"I'm good", I hummed.

I started eating my fries and I could see Jack side eyeing me.

"Why you keep side eyeing me?", I asked turning to him.

"You eating dry fries Kenn."

"Ok and what about it? You know ion dip my fries in no condiments", I chuckled as he just stared at me.

"You gone be starving", he said and shook his head as he continued eating.

Can't lie I was looking over at his plates, his food looked so good.

"Can I have one of your tacos?", I asked and he smirked at me.

"I thought you didn't want anything else", he said, moving his plate over to me.

"I didn't. Them tacos just look good as hell", I said as I grabbed one.

I hummed in delight as I ate it. Taco was delicious.

"Let me get like two wings too", I said and he just laughed.

He slide the plate of wings between us.

"Why you laughing?", I asked while grabbing three flats of the plate.

"I thought you was good with just your fries", he chuckled before sipping on his drink.

"I am. I just wanted to try your food cause it looked good."

"Right", he chuckled.

.☆.

"Don't drop my camera", I warned him as we stood in the checkout line in the store inside the arcade.

"I'm not going to drop your camera calm down", he said as he checked hisself out in the veiwfinder.

"I'm cutting all yo footage out cause they don't want you all in they face like that", I chuckled. "Anyways.. show them the stuffed animal you picked out for me."

He turned the camera around and showed me smiling as I held up the stuffed animal.

"So cute", he hummed quietly.

"He said I couldn't leave empty handed so he said he'll get me this."

He turned the camera back to himself. "She said I could take her on another date. So, win win."

.☆.

"Be safe and text me when you make it home", he said as I started my car.

"I will. You be safe too", I hummed after fastening my seatbelt.

"Alright. Bye Kenn."

"Bye Jack", I said before he closed my door.

I bit my lip as I watched him walk to his car before looking at my camera.

"He know he- chile let me go home", I chuckled before putting my car in drive.

.☆.

"So as y'all can see I got my bonnet and sleeping clothes on and about to get in the bed. I'm just trying to a finish editing this video first."

I showed my laptop before putting it back down.

"Um I just wanted to say I had a nice lil date with Jack. Ian gone lie that's the most fun I done had in a while", I said with a smile. "I didn't really record everything cause I still wanted us to enjoy our time privately."

"But ion wanna say too much cause he already told me he watched the last vid. Ian say nothing too crazy but still", I chuckled. "Anyways I'll just use this as an outro while I'm here."

"Thanks for watching. Like, Comment and Subscribe. Road to three mill baby. And until next time, I love you guys. Byeeeee."

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@TokyoKuri • 1hr ago

I haven't seen Jack or Kennedy smiling this much since they broke up 🥹

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@twiddledeetwiddledum • 1hr ago

awww Kenn looks so happy and relaxed.. love this for her

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@sexyymama-4758 • 49 min ago

The vibes is definitely vibing ☺️

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@FreeK3-867 • 1hr ago

The part when she showed they was holding hands was so cute 🥺

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@Mentality68 • 23 min ago

When he flipped the camera and showed her smiling with the stuffed animal 🥹

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[brainddeadd]

Day Four : Matt's POV

masterlist

This wasn’t supposed to be fun.

The plan was simple: play along, make you think I was into you, and after ten days, win the bet. Easy. Except four days in, I wasn’t just playing along—I was actually having fun.

You were trying your hardest to come off as the crazy, jealous girlfriend, and honestly? It was hilarious. No matter what you threw at me—possessive texts, territorial PDA, over-the-top jealousy—I couldn’t get enough.

It was like watching someone try to drive me away with the wrong user manual. And the best part? You were good at it. Too good.

The Text: Step One

When I saw your text this morning about cute waitresses, I laughed so hard I nearly dropped my phone. Most guys would’ve found it annoying or weird—hell, that was probably the point—but instead, it just made me want to see you more.

I replied instantly: “Lol. You worried about the waitstaff?”

It was supposed to be sarcastic, but when you sent back that angry face emoji, I knew you weren’t letting up today.

This was going to be fun.

Lunch: Step Two

I spotted you as soon as you walked into the burger joint, your grin just a little too bright and your kiss on the cheek just a little too dramatic. I was already onto your game, but damn, if it wasn’t kind of adorable.

You looped your arm through mine like you owned me. “I just love being so lucky that no other girl can have you,” you purred.

I had to bite back a laugh. It wasn’t what you were saying—it was how much effort you were putting into it. You weren’t trying to hide how ridiculous it was, and for some reason, that made it even more entertaining.

Then came the waitress.

You gave her the dirtiest side-eye I’ve ever seen, like you were ready to physically fight her over a condiment. “And make sure you bring the ketchup this time, okay, sweetheart?” you said, practically dripping venom on the last word.

I couldn’t help it—I burst out laughing. The waitress looked so confused, and I just shook my head. “You good over there?” I asked, amused.

You gave me this tight, satisfied smile. “Just making sure she knows what’s what.”

You were playing crazy so well it was almost impressive.

Instagram Jealousy: Step Three

While we waited for the food, you whipped out your phone and started scrolling Instagram—not subtly, of course. You shoved the screen in my face, fake outrage written all over you.

“Who’s that?” you demanded, zooming in on my cousin Jenna in one of my old photos.

For a second, I couldn’t even answer. Was this real?

“That’s… my cousin, Jenna.”

Your squint deepened, like you didn’t believe me. “Mmm-hmm. ‘Cousin.’ Sure.”

I snorted, trying and failing to hold back a laugh. “You’re unbelievable.”

You shot me a playful glare. “And you’re suspicious.”

God, you were making this way too easy. I wasn’t supposed to enjoy this, but watching you throw ridiculous fits over imaginary threats was easily the highlight of my day.

The Bar: Step Four

After lunch, I suggested we grab drinks at a local bar. You didn’t hesitate to say yes, and I knew that meant the act wasn’t over yet.

The second we stepped inside, you latched onto my arm like a barnacle, glaring at every woman who so much as glanced our way. You even shot the bartender a death stare, just to make things weird.

When the bartender asked what I wanted, you cut her off. “He’ll have a whiskey. And make sure you remember it’s our whiskey night.”

I lost it. I was laughing so hard I nearly cried. “You’re ridiculous.”

You crossed your arms, pretending to be serious. “Just protecting what’s mine.”

I grinned, loving every second of it. “Damn right, you are.”

The Goodbye: Trouble Has a New Name

By the end of the night, I should’ve been annoyed or fed up—or at least bored—but instead, I was counting the hours until I could see you again.

When we reached your door, I knew I should’ve just said goodnight and left. But instead, I leaned in and kissed your temple, enjoying the way you tensed, like you weren’t expecting it.

“See you tomorrow, trouble,” I murmured, grinning as I pulled back.

You stood there, arms crossed, glaring at me like you couldn’t believe I was still around. But instead of pushing me away, you looked… flustered. Like you were the one starting to fall.

I turned and walked away before I could do something dumb, like kiss you for real.

This was just supposed to be a bet. Ten days. Make you fall for me, win, and walk away.

So why did it feel like I was the one who was falling instead?

[magnetta-writes]

Rain

for @hinnymicrofic

They had just finished their Sunday roast. The children had escaped into the Burrow's garden as soon as they had finished their plates. The adults remained at the table, continuing their conversation. 

Suddenly, with heart-pounding clarity, they all heard it at once. It was Rose Weasley’s loud blood-curdling scream coming from the garden, followed by an accompaniment of tiny voices screaming. 

Harry and Ron had, admittedly, the quickest reaction time. They had both sprung up from the table and were in the garden before Ginny even lowered her glass of pumpkin juice from her lips. 

Ginny stood up and made to follow along with Hermione and her parents, but she was calmed significantly when she heard Ron’s booming laughter, followed by high pitched squeals. These were not the sounds of terror, but of joy.

Ginny shot a quizzical look at Hermione, who also visibly relaxed at the sound of Ron’s laughter. They all made their way slowly to the side door that led out into the garden and paused in the doorway. 

It was heavily downpouring even though moments before she hadn't noticed signs of rain. The children were running around the yard screaming and squealing in delight. Harry and Ron stood in the middle of the garden, rain soaking their clothing, laughing and chasing the wet children around in the rain.

Ginny took in the scene and laughed in relief, along with Mum, Dad, and Hermione. They were fine. They were all fine.

Ginny saw her daughter's red ponytail bouncing up and down as she chased her cousin Hugo. Then there were her two black-haired boys laughing and squealing as her brother Ron chased them. Rose grabbed a wet ball from the ground and threw it at Harry, who had not initially been paying attention, but caught the ball as it zoomed towards his face. 

They were all perfect, Ginny thought. She looked at her tall handsome husband who moments before had barreled into the yard in fear, was now smiling and laughing, thoroughly soaked in rain. She couldn't help it, she shrugged and stepped out to join them in the downpour. She felt the rain cool her skin as she walked slowly across the yard in step next to Harry. He grinned at her in greeting.

“It apparently started raining quite suddenly,” said Harry. “And we- all of us-” he gestured intently to their kids running around the garden “decided to start screaming about it.”

“Seems like the appropriate response,” said Ginny, chuckling as she watched her two sons team up to tackle their laughing Uncle Ron on to the wet grass. 

“They're going to give me more gray hair,” smiled Harry with reluctant amusement.  

Ginny snaked her arms around his waist and he pulled his around her shoulders. They stood there for a moment holding each other in the rain, watching the takedown of Ron by James and Al. 

“I love your gray hairs,” she said. Harry tutted and leaned down to roughly kiss her rain-soaked face. 

[storiesofaot]

WIP game!! I find it so funny how you name your files, but I love it. So organized.

How about "A Thousand Times Nothing Happened - Zoom" ? It sounds like "A Thousand Times Hange and Levi had Insane Tension But Were Too Emotionally Constipated to Act" and I can always get behind tension.

Thank you so much, @starshower1215 - haha yes, I do my best to keep everything organised 😂

You're actually not too far off! Let me rephrase it a little bit, "A Thousand Times Hange And Levi Acted As Best Friends And That One Time They Had Insane Tension And Didn't" (yours sounded so much cooler, though!).

This oneshot is based on a German song (xD) that randomly came to my attention again, and which I dont even like thaaat much, but my Levihan brain immediately turned the lyrics into an Modern AU fic, oops! Levi and Hange have been friends since they were four years old, and they stayed best friends for the next 24 years until one night changed it all... *dramatic drum roll*

It's going to switch between present time and flashbacks of them growing up together, because that's where the lyrics led me (and I followed). Here's a little snippet from the beginning, with the cursive being the (translated) lyrics of the song:

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You just wanted to pass the time in the evening, and since you didn’t want to go alone, you called me. We were only friends and wanted to stay that way, not in a dream I believed something could happen.

Running a shaky hand over his face, Levi sighed and closed his eyes, listening to the soft click of her bathroom door. Saying that this night had taken an unexpected turn was probably the understatement of the year. Actually, no - of the century, or rather, of his entire life. This was what happened when he ended up agreeing to things he didn’t want to do. He should’ve said no, should’ve explained that it had been a long day at the bookstore, that he was tired and only wanted to lie down and read a little before falling asleep.

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A little snippet from one of the flashback scenes:

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I don’t even know how long we have known each other. Your parents used to go bowling with mine. We stayed at home, you fell asleep in front of the TV. We were like siblings during all those years.

It had all started when Hange moved in with her parents and her older brother at the young age of four, into the house right across the street from where he lived. His mother had insisted on giving her family a little welcome gift and, against his will, had taken him along - his little hand in one of hers and a box of homemade cookies in the other. “If I saw correctly, they have two kids, a girl and a boy. Who knows, maybe you can become friends! Wouldn’t that be great?”

Levi had shaken his head, a deep scowl on his face. He didn’t want a friend; he had his picture books and his mum, what else did he need? The kids at kindergarten were all dumb; they didn’t like playing with him - so why should those two kids be any different?

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And the moment things started to shift:

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Soon, he was nodding along to whatever she was saying, her words all but lost under the pounding bass, and when she laughed, he found himself smiling too. Because it was Hange, and her laugh always made everything feel a little lighter. But tonight, it stirred something different in him - a strange tingle in his stomach as he watched her look at him, nose crinkling, eyes alight with amusement.

(...)

She squinted a little, as if deciding how to answer his question. Or maybe she was just too drunk and trying to refocus her eyes on him. “I’m trying to read you,” she finally replied. “Something’s different about you tonight, and I wanna know what.”

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This story contails probably the most "sensual" writing I have ever done, but it's definitely nothing explicit, the emphasis is more on the emotional connection 😆 And it's also pretty much finished, so I might upload it towards the end of the week! (if everything goes well ha)

Thank you so much for asking, and have a great day/night! 🌙

The WIP tag game 💛

[anxious-acorn]

Black Coffee 🔞

Chapter 7: Dad Bleat Dad

Summary: Guess who’s coming to visit?

“Mmm, morning dearest,” you giggled and arms tightened around you as lips trailed the curve of your neck.

“Good morning, my darling,” Alastor replied groggily.

You turned to face your lover, heart melting at his love struck expression. A soft watery smile, ears flopping over messy bed head, and glowing eyes met yours before your lips connected. You sighed in contentment and wrapped your arms around his neck as he carded his claws through your hair. You brought a hand to rub at his ear and he gave a happy bleat against your lips, a soft blush rising in his cheeks.

“That feels lovely,” he sighed and leaned in to your touch. Your heart swelled and you scraped your claws gently through his hair, rubbing his ears as you went. You stayed there for a moment, soaking in each other’s presence as you snuggled close.

“Ready to start the day?” You asked, a soft smile playing on your lips. You knew the answer as soon as the question left your mouth- it was a resounding no, but yes.

You laughed when his brows knit and pressed your fingers to the crease, rubbing small circles as he relaxed under your touch.

“As much as I’d like to stay in bed all day, I suppose we do have responsibilities.” He sighed at the inconvenience and kissed you once more, rubbing his nose against yours. “Would you like breakfast?” You smiled and nodded at his offer before you both got up to get ready.

When you entered the lobby, there was a huge commotion. Alastor looked over the railing and his eyes hardened for a moment before he continued on his way. You looked over the rail and saw the residents getting ready for what looked to be a… well, you weren’t really sure what kind of party they were preparing for.

A large ‘It’s a boy!?!’ banner hung on one wall and you saw two little dragons working together to hang up a ‘Wellcum Daddy’ on another wall. Maybe someone was expecting? You would feel terrible for whoever was- hellborn, be they from sinners or sins, demon or angel, were killed far too easily in the pride ring. Cannibal Town was the only place you could regularly see children, and even then, you still lost many to exterminations.

When you reached the foot of the stairs you noticed Nifty popping out of an oven with some fresh cookies. She really did enjoy pain; you giggled and accepted one of her treats when she zoomed over to you. Alastor also accepted one, but discreetly handed it to you- could he ever refuse something from the adorable little demon? Probably not. You shoved the whole thing in your mouth before she had a chance to notice.

“Who’s having a baby?” Your question seemed to confuse the group, but Charlie clarified the situation for you. You learned that the young woman was running the hotel by herself with no help from her parents or other family. Everyone was preparing for King Morningstar to arrive and hear her out to get a meeting with Heaven.

“So, you’ve been running this hotel completely on your own? This whole time?” You were shocked, to say the least. You knew the Morningstar family were reclusive, but you hadn’t expected such a sweet woman to come from such a neglectful home. ‘You know better than anyone what kind of a person can come from a painful background. Some of the most beautiful art passes through a crucible,’ you thought. But so many break under that pressure- you hardly thought it a good parenting strategy.

“Well, I have Vaggie; she’s been so supportive and helps any way she can. And Alastor, of course! Along with Nifty and Husk, we all do the best we can!” Charlie rubbed the back of her head and looked to Vaggie nervously. It was then that you saw her jump at a knock at the door.

You wished you could just leave, but it would seem that you were too late for that. You went to stand next to Angel and grabbed the drink he handed you. The last thing you wanted was to intrude on this poor woman when having to face her father. You hoped she would succeed in her endeavor- Charlie was so brave to face her fears head on like this. You had no idea what to expect from the king of Hell, but you couldn’t imagine him being pleasant. Curiously enough, you couldn’t feel any aura outside- how powerful must one be to hide themselves completely?

When the door opened, you were surprised by the adorable happy man crushing Charlie in a tight hug. What confused you even more, though, was Alastor’s reaction to the affectionate greeting. His eye twitched in seeming irritation as he looked down on the shorter man; had they met before, or perhaps he was upset that Charlie was doing everything on her own as well. Too many questions for just waking up.

Alastor introduced himself and you cringed as they began butting heads. Did he have a death wish? Surely he knew not to mess with a literal angel. The sheer sass of the man would impress you if you weren’t afraid for his life.

Charlie introduced everyone else and you were grateful for the distraction. The king was definitely not impressed with his daughter’s project, but was trying (and failing miserably) to keep a positive disposition. A large chandelier suddenly dropped before the king burst into song.

He seemed to want to help, which was a relief, but the way he was going about it was all wrong- the man hadn’t even waited to hear her proposal. And why the fuck was Alastor busting in for a dick measuring contest? What in the heavens was he thinking? Your jaw dropped when he suggested to Charlie she could almost call him ’Dad’. If he wanted to double die so bad, there were easier ways to go about it!

You were marching your way over to tell them to just fuck and get it over with when the whole number was interrupted by a short blonde bursting through the front doors, declaring herself to be ‘Mimzy’. You thought you remembered Alastor mentioning her last night as the owner of the club you visited. You could kiss the adorable woman for her perfect timing. Their friendship was confirmed when the man called out to her and gave her a warm hug. Well, thank Satan for beautiful little miracles.

If only it would have been enough to keep him in the lobby. Your day had started off so well. You sighed and joined Angel at the bar to listen to Mimzy tell Alastor’s story. You weren’t surprised at all when she said he turned into a kitten if you just put on some jazz and pour a couple fingers of rye. You wondered where Husk had wondered off to, but the way he acted around Mimzy had your warning bells ringing loud and true.

It would seem Mimzy had gotten herself into trouble again; a small group of loan sharks were trying to beat the doors down. Why didn’t they just walk in- you didn’t think anyone had locked them.

A portal opened up to your side and out stepped Charlie, Vaggie and King Morningstar. Where had Alastor gotten to? He shadowed in just as Vaggie was about to go out to defend the hotel.

“No, my dear, allow me. It’s time I remind everyone why I am here.” His eyes flashed with sadistic glee as he rose up on his tentacles. “A reminder to all not to mess with the Radio Demon.”

Your breath caught as he threw himself out the door, his form growing to the giant who’d flayed you just yesterday. Was it only yesterday? You felt like there was far too much commotion for you to process. Especially when your lover (who had previously been frustrating you with his petty behavior) was slaughtering all those loan sharks outside. It didn’t matter how annoyed you were with him; his sadistic horror show soaked your underwear.

You were saddened to see Mimzy go, but proud of Alastor for setting firm boundaries. That woman was a riot!

You were eating popcorn with Angel, Husk and Pentious to enjoy the show. Your heart swelled when Charlie and her father sang to each other- it was adorable! You realized that Lucifer must have some sort of angelic depression from his fall. That helped explain his masking behavior at least. You wanted to know more about the family, and perhaps you could learn more. If this meeting with Heaven went well, you would offer your services to the princess. The amount of heart and strength in the young woman was positively inspiring!

When Lucifer finally left, Charlie had secured her meeting, and secretly your loyalty. When Alastor came back to your side you gave him a look- one he would eventually understand to mean he was in trouble.

“Darling, would you mind escorting me home? I believe there has been enough excitement for one day.” Your voice was definitely showing your irritation by the way his ears drooped and his smile almost falling as he offered you his arm.

When sufficiently far away from the hotel you looked around to confirm there were no prying eyes before bothering to speak.

“You wanna tell me why you were acting so childishly to the king of Hell?” Your side eye gave him pause. ‘Hmm, perhaps he was acting unconsciously’ you thought as you watched his brows knit.

“I’m sorry, Vixy. That… I lost control of my temper. I… can we talk about this when we arrive at your home? There is an explanation, but it is not easy to talk about.” The look in his eyes gave you pause and you nodded your affirmation before his shadows swallowed you up.

You stepped though your entry and sealed the dimension before walking to the kitchen to make some coffee. The way Alastor was sulking was honestly adorable, but you did your best to keep firm as you handed him his drink.

“So, tell me what’s going on in that head of yours. I hope you realize you scared the shit out of me today. You were lucky the king wasn’t feeling murderous after those stunts you pulled.” You watched the demon before you deflate, his ears drooping and his smile waning. You waited for him to form his thoughts before he sighed.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to scare you, I… Ugh! Why is this so vexing?” He growled out his frustration and rubbed his hand through his hair. You sat silently and watched him struggle- at least he was trying.

“Some of this I can’t talk about,” he said, pointing to his throat and you realized quickly what he meant. Someone owned his soul. Someone acquainted with Lucifer perhaps.

“A lot of it is my own personal failings… I told you that my mother was attacked by her employer?” He was looking for confirmation, so you nodded, your own posture deflating. This was something that had triggered his past. You were slowly working to put the pieces together.

“Well, you know what it was like back then. She was hurt, and my dear ol’ man took it as his tragedy. Like she cheated him somehow. The only consolation is knowing that she’s in Heaven and somewhere down here is where those despicable creatures landed. I still hold onto the hope that I’ll recognize them one day, and make their souls mine.” His eyes were hard, his hands clenched tight.

“What happened?” Your voice was soft as you placed your hand over his, but he pulled away. He didn’t want to be touched right now, so you pulled your hand back and tried not to take it personally. You had just scolded him like a naughty child.

“Mama was always working so hard. Papa worked too, but again, you know how it was back then. Women were slaves to their husbands; she did everything at home after working long days. She never once complained, always so joyful and with a song in her heart.” His eyes turned soft as he spoke.

“She never let anyone get her down. She had the strength of her ancestors and faith in her. I never could understand her strength, but I always did my best to emulate her. She would laugh at me anytime I tried.” He laughed at the memory before sighing.

“She was a black woman in the South, she was used to being put down and yelled at, threatened in all sorts of ways, but it never actually happened until she started working for a wealthy white family. The patriarch set his vile sights on her and he raped her.” He paused to collect himself, and your heart clenched. There was such pain in his eyes.

“Afterwards she came home just… completely out of it. It took hours to get her to speak, and she began having… panic attacks… whenever papa touched her. Most men, and women, as you yourself know, were not very sympathetic to rape victims… especially when they became pregnant and needed help, not judgement.”

Alastor paused to sip at his coffee before looking back to you.

“Would you mind very much if I asked for some of your weed?” You nodded and went to grab your stash before handing him a lit blunt. He took a few hits and seemed to relax a little bit, but there was such tension in his shoulders; you knew the worst was yet to come.

“She was hospitalized for two months. ‘Feeble minded’ they called her.” He scoffed at the memory, his ears downturned.

“It was all just an excuse to turn away from what happened. An excuse to end… An excuse to sterilize her so she couldn’t produce anymore bad stock.” He ground out the last part and you felt a knot tightening in your throat. “Alastor…” He looked back to you and his eyes were watering.

“She was never the same when she got out. She needed help and they only hurt her more. But that wasn’t what broke her. She never really broke. She just… stopped being there all together. Years went by without her songs. No, it was dear ol’ dad who did that. I’ll never understand why people feel the need to hurt and blame those of fairer means. You told me you formed a hatred in your heart?” You nodded in understanding.

“He beat us, but she would always do her best to defend me. He took her tragedy and made it all about himself, taking to the drink and always insulting us. It was a slight against him that she could no longer reproduce. Hell, I was so pale, maybe I wasn’t his either. Why take care of a bastard who wasn’t his?”

“He was my first kill…” he finally said. Your eyes connected and you couldn’t help the demented smile that grew. How in the seven circles did you end up with the perfect mate? You did your best to keep your hands to yourself, but his confession made your soul vibrate with the want to take him. You wanted to find these souls and present them gift wrapped and hog tied to your love and watch him tear their souls apart.

“So, basically what you’re telling me is that you have daddy issues,” you said, grabbing the blunt from him to take a hit before handing it back.

He laughed at that and nodded, leaning back against the couch and offering his open arms. You scooted next to him and let him wrap his arms around you. “I’m sorry about earlier, ma chér. I’ll try to do better, but I can’t make any promises. When I see a dead beat dad I just want to wring their necks.” He sighed out his frustration and you hummed in thought.

“I have no wish to defend a fuck up father, but in this case, I don’t think that’s what’s going on. He certainly seems neglectful, but I believe he stays away because he sees himself as a failure, not out of contempt.” Your words seemed to have him humming in agreement.

“I believe you may be correct, but in that case he shouldn’t be the one ruling Hell.” Those words gave you pause.

“And you think you would be a better candidate?”

He looked down at you, his eyes flashing. “Clever girl, but not quite. That’s all I’m able to say.” He kissed the top of your head and you snuggled closer against him.

“Well, I can’t say I’m impressed with your earlier behavior, but I certainly understand. Maybe try to work through these feelings a bit more. Have you talked to Rosie or anyone else about this?” He nodded.

“She knows a little, but not the whole story. She knows I have a certain bloodlust for unsavory characters.”

“Well, thank you for telling me. I hate that you and your mother went through such horrific circumstances. It wasn’t fair to either of you.” Your words helped to deflate the demon, and his arms tightened around you.

“You know, it scares me how easy it is to divulge my innermost secrets to you.” He nuzzled into you and you snuggled in.

“Well, my darling, you’ve certainly given me quite the ammunition,” you teased, a sly grin on your face. “I will keep your secrets.”

You heard him chuckle at your reply and turned your head up to look at him. “I’ll tell you a secret in return.” Your predators eyes flashed as you grinned up at him. “My father was my first kill as well.”

Alastor’s breath hitched and he stared at you for a long moment, his eyes bleeding red to black. He said nothing as his arms tightened around you and his shadows swallowed you up, depositing you on your bed.

“I’m sorry,” he said, a break in his voice. You looked at him, confused, and he laughed, tears beginning to leak from his eyes.

“Try your best not to be, love. I find it quite endearing that of all the demons in the pentagram, we seem to have so much in common. You have no idea how much joy you brought me with such a confession.” You smiled, turning over to face him and cupping his cheek.

He stared into your eyes, not bothering to wipe his tears, and you wrapped your arms around him, nuzzling under his chin. “Cry all you want, my love,” you said.

He made such little noise, but you felt his body begin to shake and every so often, he let out a sniffle or sob as you held each other.

“Stay with me tonight. I don’t want to let you go.” Your request brought another sniffle before you felt him nod silently. You grabbed your blunt and offered it to him after he calmed down a bit. He took a couple of hits before handing it back to you. You took a couple of hits as well before setting it back down, turning back to wrap your arms around your beau.

You stayed awake and watched over your darling that night. You thought to yourself how you would go about finding the two men- you could put in a request with Ozzie or Stolas. Hell, even Blitzø might be able to help track them down. You hoped that if they didn’t own their souls, that you’d be able to trade for them.

As Alastor snuggled into your warmth, you wrapped yourself around him and purred. You smile grew wicked, thinking about all the ways you could gift the beasts to your darling. Perhaps you could make him his own torture marble, that way he would always know where they were, paying for their crimes in a tornado of pain.

You finally drifted off in the early morning, dreaming of the pain you would bring for your love. You were so looking forward to it.

[anjuschiffer]

Repairing a Broken Hero (if you can even call me that...)

...hi? (Eve, I did the thing :D) and no I’m not dead, adulting has taken over my life QQ

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Prompt: The hero finally snaps after losing everything they loved. They fall, sobbing into the villains arms. The villain is shocked, but understands the pain. They wrap gentle hands around the hero, combing a hand through their hair. Telling them that everything will be okay. The hero continues to sob and all the villain could do is repeat that phrase: “it’s okay.”

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Being backed into a small parking space behind apartment buildings wasn’t something Victor saw himself ever being cornered into. 

The sound of wire zipping back to its place was all Mr.Freeze heard as he felt himself jerk forward, only for hissing to replace the noise filling his ears. 

Mr.Freeze hissed as he looked down at the tube that flailed about, the chlorofluorocarbon gasses leaking out of his suit. 

“Do you know how much that cost?” Mr.Freeze yelled, feeling his knuckles ache as he propped his gun back up to his enemy. “Thousands of dollars! All wasted because of you!”

Meanwhile, a girl simply smiled back, a craze filling her eyes as she remained crouched from the dumpster she was resting on. 

“You act as if that actually came out of your pocket when we both know it didn’t. And even if it did, I still wouldn’t have given a shit.” The heroine cladded in black and red sassed back, fiddling with what looked to be a blade in her hand. “You are my target and I did what I do best: neutralize.”

He watched as she twirled it once more before placing it back onto the belt she had on, the wire rope loosely dangling. 

“It was made out of steel.” Freeze seethed. “A small, thin girl like you shouldn’t be able to-“

He barely managed to speak another word, something quickly zooming past his face, hearing something creak towards his left, noticing the blade missing from her waist. 

While he only turned his head a bit, he couldn’t help but fully turn to look at the massive wedge missing from his glass helmet. Only a few millimeters of glass was left to stabilize the rest of it to prevent it from completely shattering.  “You little-!”  

He watched as a trashed television came his way, Freeze quickly dashing to the side to avoid it. 

“Come on Mr.Freeze! Don’t tell me that’s the best you’ve got, is it?”

That set him off and he hated that he gave her the pleasure of knowing it. After all, that stupid grin wouldn’t leave her damned face!

He began to shoot at the girl, watching as she jumped around the area, flipping herself off walls, ladders, cars, well…everything! 

He froze up incoming debris, trash bins, some plants that were out on the fire escapes and even some loose bricks the heroine found laying around. “Stay still!”

“Why should I? You’re the one who chose such a bulky weapon in the first place!” 

“You really are a huge pest!”

“I’m not the one who has a hard time aiming, now am I? Maybe try a little harder?” The heroine suggested, her grin growing wider as Mr.Freeze froze another car instead of her. “Ooo, how’d you miss me? I’m literally standing still right now! Hell, I’m standing two meters away from you! Shooting me shouldn’t be hard, you know.” She laughed as Freeze missed another beam, pulling herself up a fire escape.

“Stay still, you little bug!” He noticed her scrunch her nose at the name. 

“Please don’t ever call me that.” She warned, twirling a yo-yo about. What happened to the blade from earlier? “Only my friends get to call me ‘Bug.’ You only get to call me Red Beetle. And for the record, I stopped being a “little girl” years ago.”

“You are barely towering five feet and are as small as a bug. But don't worry, soon, you’ll be- argh!” Mr.Freeze fell to the floor, his helmet almost completely cracking upon his head hitting the floor, feeling his suit start to hiss thanks to the increase in temperature. 

He tried to get up, only to feel his legs bound up, noticing Red Beetle’s first weapon around them. “You arrogant chi-”

“Shut it.” Red Beetle growled, towering over him as she rewrapped her weapon. “You don’t know a single-!” Red Beetle let out a scream, Freeze grinning as he finally landed a beam on her, watching as frost began to form on her arm, the ice slowly crawling up to her shoulder.

He lowered his arms, grateful that he decided to modify his gauntlets into ice cannons.

“Not so cocky now, are we?” He shot another beam directly at her body, hearing Red Beetle screech louder, watching as she collapsed to the ground, watching as she tried her best to breathe. “Now, I suggest you stay down and- argh!”

Mr.Freeze didn’t expect Red Beetle to launch herself at him, feeling as she managed to rip one of his gauntlets off his suit. “Get off me!” Mr.Freeze yelled, throwing her off of him, watching Red Beetle collide with the wall, Mr.Freeze watching as she slid to the floor. 

He watched as she tried to prop herself up again, only for arms to give in. 

“All you heroes are the same.” He slowly made his way to her, noticing how blood was seeping from the corner of her mouth, but besides that, she looked fine. How was she still in almost pristine condition?

“Are we really?” Red Beetle croaked, finally finding the strength to sit up. “Are we really the same?” She asked him again, this time, looking straight at him as she did, her eyes boring at him, causing a shiver to run down Mr.Freeze’s spine.

Her dull eyes got ingrained into his mind, as if she saw things he has yet to see. Or maybe it was her drastic change in demeanor that was causing him to doubt his advantage?

No. 

She’s doing this to throw him off…he should know better than to let his guard down.

But her face…her eyes… she wasn’t smiling or grinning as she said it. She wasn’t brimming with confidence or arrogance as her other fellow heroes would sometimes hold when they told him those same words. 

The way she said those words…he couldn’t help but distinguish the hint of anger, disgust that lingered behind the question. 

It was as if she was testing him or rather, testing what that phrase meant to him…to her… 

“All of you heroes talk about justice and peace, blabbering how violence isn’t right and how it should never be the way to handle a problem and yet, here you are. Punching, kicking, destroying your surroundings, your beloved cities all in the name of justice. All of this violence to justify saving those you love and want to protect-“

He didn’t expect her to laugh, the girl going into a laughing fit with no end in sight only to be left dumbfounded when tears began to fall from her eyes. 

How they started to pool onto the floor as she hung her head. How her tiny frame kept shaking with each laugh she let out. 

“Protect? Me?” Her giggles began to cool down. “Doing all of this in the name of justice…” She suddenly stopped, as if she hadn’t just been laughing moments ago. She then snapped her head to look at him, contempt raging in her eyes as tears kept spilling from her red eyes. “I’m not doing this to protect anyone. Hell, today was my first day here in Gotham. I don’t know anyone here besides Batman. 

And even so, I only met him for an hour max. So I don’t really care about him to be completely honest. And don’t get me started on the Justice League. I’ve only known them for a few weeks.

So to have someone to protect?” She let out a scoff. “I have no one. The only reason I’m even here today was because they wanted me to prove myself to be worthy of being part of the Justice League. 

I never asked them to fight you. 

They made me fight you.

Can you imagine? Having to prove an international league of heroes that just recently came to being not long ago that I can be of some service to them? That I have to take one villain down today to get them to acknowledge the fact that I’m someone who wants to be on their side? To prove my worth?

Because apparently saving Paris from a domestic terrorist that has been manipulating people for seven years wasn’t enough. 

That seven years of having to balance my life and hero work was worthless to them. 

But can you really blame me for taking that long to unmask the villain?

When I was given this mantle, no one was there to help me. There was no Justice League to reach out to. 

I had to learn the ropes myself, I had to figure out how to unmask this villain by myself. 

I spent days learning how to code, how to hack, restore damaged video footage, assemble listening devices, nano tech…

Do you know of any teen that can hijack an entire company’s security in mere minutes? 

Of a teen that not only had to teach herself four different types of martial arts and then show her team the same thing because it turned about that she wasn’t the only one who was given this task in her city?

Of a teen who had to let go of her entire team to prevent endangering their lives?

Or what about a teen that not only remembers every face they’ve ever had to save, but also remembers the faces of the people they’ve had to bury because they were just a few centimeters away from saving them?

What about being able to suppress any emotion they’ve ever felt because even the slightest show of emotion can make you a possible pawn for your city’s villain?” She asked him, a scowl growing by the question.

Mr.Freeze didn’t know when he had lowered his weapon, his mind too fixated on the person in front of him. 

“And to top it all off, even after I showed them the aftermath of my battle with this villain, of the effects that are still lingering in Paris because of this asshole, one of the League members had the audacity to say my evidence wasn’t enough. That I had to do something else to prove myself simply because he couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that I can’t let magic -not even any magical evidence for that matter- to just linger around for some other asshole to abuse. 

Because how the fuck do you expect someone to not be attracted to magic? To leave it alone?

Was Hawkmoth not enough to prove to the world that magical artifacts -hell, magic itself- being lethal when in the wrong hands? Am I not evidence enough that even with a team of magic retainers, it is not enough to defeat a single person who knows more about magic than the heroes themselves?” She asked, gripping at chest, or at least tried to.

Was this all true? If so, the Justice League shouldn’t be putting down this girl for her efforts, and even if there wasn’t solid evidence about the Hawkmoth villain, then shouldn’t they at least investigate the situation themselves?

They have the modes and money to do so, so why don't they?

Mr.Freeze continued to watch the girl in front of him, watching as she was trying to bring herself back into reality. “Do you know how old I was when I was given this job?”

It took him a while to register those words, a few seconds more to realize this wasn’t a rhetorical question. 

“H-How old were you?”

“I wasn’t even 13 years old yet, a few months shy from it… do you want to know how old I am now?” She took his silence as a yes. “I recently turned 19.” A chuckle escaped her. “Just last week actually…I spent it by myself at the League’s dormitory…

Seven years…I spent seven years being a hero…

But I never asked to be a hero.” A scowl rose to her face again. “ I never asked to be burdened with such a duty. 

I didn’t ask to be robbed of my childhood. 

I never got to enjoy what we’re supposed to be some of the happiest years of my childhood…my life… 

Instead, my time was taken from making memories with my friends and spent taking care of someone else’s responsibilities. 

I was supposed to waste time at slumber parties, talking about boys, hanging out with my class on trips, studying for exams, planning my career, falling in love, spending time with my parents…”

Tears began to fall down her face again. “My parents…” A sob escaped her.

But that was it, and he knew. 

One sob was all it took after all. 

Soon, he saw how Red Beetle began to wail, screaming as she probably recalled her parents. 

He watched as she furiously scrubbed the tears that escaped her, watching as she screamed out for her parents. 

“Maman! Papa!” Screaming like a child who lost her parents in the supermarket.

But unlike that scenario, she will never unite with them ever again…

Just like him…

They’ll never reunite with the people who meant so much to them…their world…

He never dropped to his knees so quickly, Victor quickly bringing Red Beetle into a hug, feeling her freeze at his action, how quickly she silenced herself. 

“It’s okay.” He softly spoke, hearing a hiccup escape the girl. “It’s okay.” 

And that was enough to make her bring back down her barriers. Bring back up the sorrow she had been holding in for so long. 

He found himself astounded when Red Beetle reverted to her civilian identity, left with a teen in his arms, pouring her soul out as if her life depended on it. 

“It’s okay.” He found himself saying, rubbing circles on her back in hopes of soothing her. “It’s okay.”

But he knew it fell onto deaf ears. 

Red Beetle cried until she couldn’t, her sobs slowly coming to a soft hic, her head leaned onto his shoulder, her hand welded into his armor as if she feared he would leave her here on her own. 

In his arms, she looked nothing like the person he fought an hour ago…

Nothing like the hero he thought she was…

She was just a child…

A child forced to be an adult…a hero…

Heroes…is the Justice League truly worthy of that title?

“Red Beetle, are you feeling okay?” He softly asked her, not hearing a single indication of an answer from the girl. He pulled away from her ever so slightly, surprised that the heroine had fallen asleep. “Of course you would sleep after crying like that, but it’s alright.” He told her, lifting her up with ease, wondering if she was eating enough. “It’s okay now. I’ll make sure you’re safe until you wake up.”

And I’ll make sure they don’t force you to be a hero again. 

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“REPORT: Red Beetle OFFLINE. 

REPORT: Red Beetle OFFLINE. 

REPORT: Red Beetle OFFLINE.

REPORT: Red-” The automated voice loud continued to say as the members of the Justice League continued to stare at the blaring red letters that engulfed the room in red light.

They couldn’t believe it…

She just reported to them just half an hour ago…

What happened to Red Beetle?

Where did she go?

NEXT

[thelonesomequeen]

Translated:

ALBA BAPTISTA: "I DON'T KNOW IF I IDENTIFY MUCH WITH THE HOLLYWOOD SIGNATURE (...) I'M EUROPEAN AT HEART."

"The Seed of Evil" premiered in theaters and was a pretext to talk to the actress about the emotions that shootings impose in everyday life. How to find peace when scrutiny becomes noisy? Alba answers.

It gets dark in Lisbon and Alba appears on my computer screen via Zoom. Different time zone, her face still appears illuminated by the sun. It gets dark in Lisbon, but it is Alba who approaches the stars, the ones that move on the movie screens and fill the streets of Los Angeles where her life has rushed in recent times. For more than a decade we have associated her face with cinema shot in Portugal, with mandatory passages through television fiction, Alba has become an assiduous presence both in commercial productions and in small independent films. Today he talks about The Seed of Evil, a horror film directed by Gabriel Abrantes, where a palace hides memories and massacres, Alba's body ages and mutates to the interpretation of Anabela Moreira - they are the same character. Both are looking for youth, between startles we discover Alba's photogenics, the screen was made for her face with big emotional eyes. The Netflix series Warrior Nun introduced her to the rest of the world's population, and her marriage to American actor Chris Evans has not stopped inflaming the press with projections of what the couple's daily life will be like. Alba spends more time in the USA, even though her works made in our country continue to reach the screens.

It seems serene in the image of you that I see on the screen, in the voice that gives me the answers to this interview. Behind you I see an interior full of green plants, I hear your dog taking small steps. The actress fakes shyness, starts by giving short answers. His hesitations reveal sensitivity to the flower of the skin. You could eternalize the conversation, even more, to hear what you have to say about the world you see now from La La Land, a city full of possibilities and new cinema flights. Time is timed, Alba's take-off is imminent. We hope that Hollywood will value this talent ready to live emotions dictated by fiction.

The Seed of Evil is openly a horror movie. Gabriel Abrantes' films usually always have a message behind them. How did he convince you to get into this project?

He didn't have to convince me at all, working with Gabriel has always been my ambition. He is one of the young directors who really has a unique vision and challenges the Portuguese film signature a little. He is really a visionary and as soon as I found out that there was a character in which I could fit me, I immediately raised my hand (laughs).

So you were looking for it?

Yes.

In life, do you believe in the superstitions that are addressed in horror movies? And do you like genre cinema?

Yes, I'm very superstitious... Now that I think about it, I can say that I am quite superstitious. I had a phase in my adolescence when I saw horror movies and loved to explore the genre. Today it is already rarer to be interested, and I confess that I have not yet seen the Gabriel Abrantes film. I didn't have the opportunity. There are certain genres that interest me more, such as psychological terror. But any quality movie is worth watching. An Ari Aster movie (director of the film Midsommar) will always have quality no matter how much horror it is.

What do you think of the fate reserved for the young protagonists of horror movies? It often turns out to be perverse. There are many actresses who have started playing small roles in horror movies. Can this choice of yours be seen in any way a wink at a tradition that exists in genre cinema?

I don't know. In fact, I also entered this industry with a psychological horror film called Miami, a short film by Simão Cayatte. It's ironic, what you mention ended up happening to me, I started like that. But in The Seed of Evil the character I play is very small. Anabela Moreira is the one who deserves the character's credits, she makes me older.

Did they even talk to each other? What did you try to wake up in your work as actresses to do the same person?

At first we were very motivated to find a body language that would identify us both. She wanted to imitate mine and I wanted to imitate hers (laughs). So we didn't get anywhere (laughs). We worked a little on the cadence in the spoken language.

Gabriel Abrantes' films often have hidden messages, he comes from contemporary art. In this film the search for eternal youth is strong. It reminded me a lot of Oscar Wilde and The Portrait of Dorian Gray. Do you think the movie might want to say something about our society? About age...

Gabriel works a lot at the time of editing. None of the actors can predict how the film will end up in the final result. But in the script I read there seemed to be a criticism of this time that we live in dependence on social networks and the internet. In fact, subtly, it takes away our essence. Little by little we are losing our moral compass over the years and this is something that gives me tremendous anxiety. I actively try to fight it.

Do you feel that you are sucked on a daily basis by social networks? We're all, aren't we?

I have some aversion to social networks... I have moments, here and there, when ten minutes passed and I didn't even realize that I was looking at my phone. It's a feeling that we all know. I feel that I have some dependence on Instagram that is still important at this point in my career to promote jobs. But just having that notion, I feel like it hurts my head a little. (laughs)

Instagram has gained such great importance, it is almost like another work tool. Do you talk about it with the other actresses, with your friends or colleagues? Do you think it's a kind of new (public) character that you have to embody?

I have several friends who work with this very well. I confess that I don't have much talent because I have some stubbornness about it. I'd rather hide in a corner than expose what's going on in my life. And even in professional life... it's a mistake. We have to be able to know how to handle what is around us. We have to be able to dose things, always with our feet on the ground.

Is there really right or wrong? If we think of Hollywood, at certain times, there were always very mysterious actresses and this also worked. Were you also shy when you studied theater in Lisbon at ACT? Were you like being in a corner when they called you to do an improvisation? Were you the last one to go?

Yes, always. I much prefer not to talk and observe than to share my opinion or be seen. I am much more comfortable in the shade than in the sun.

Are you trying to control at these times? What are you trying to overcome?

It's simply my personality, I've always been very shy. Any family member will be able to confirm that I didn't speak much when I was a child (laughs). There is also another aspect of care... Maybe even a fear of saying the wrong thing. I, if I share my opinion, usually talk about something I have confidence in or that I have been able to confirm from various sources.

This can also be a pressure from those who have always grown up with social networks... The pressure of an entire generation?

It could be the other side of the coin, yes. There may be a lack of fear when exposing everything, as the opposite can also happen... (pause) I had never thought about it.

The short film you evoke of Simão Cayatte is a kind of reflection on fame. It's funny that it was your first job... Now can you think of the message of this short film in another way? I think about the exhibition you met with the Netflix series Warrior Nun. What do you think this means about you? Are the roles that choose the actors sometimes?

I've never thought about it. I hope I don't become like this character, because she was really obsessed with fame. That's something I don't identify with. But yes, fame is a concept that doesn't... (take a break and look to the side). I'm sorry, my dog is distracting me. It's very beautiful here walking from one side to the other. (pause) Sorry, now I've lost the reasoning of what I was saying.

We were talking about fame. This short film of yours is from 2014, it's been almost ten years, I feel that over the last decade you have known some success. Do you have any thoughts about it?

Experiencing such a phase does not bring joy or satisfaction. I simply want to navigate with my feet on the ground and understand that in fact fame is just an illusion. There is a sudden interest in you, but it is not really an interest in you... The interest is either linked to a character or is linked to my connections. Therefore, in my perception, it's more uncomfortable than anything else.

There is a dissociation. People think they know you, but deep down they don't?

At the end of the day it's just a job, and I think any artist likes to explore their creativity. But suddenly you have to take it with a wave, which is part of the job too, and you have to be able to know how to handle something that is not organic. (pause) It's an antithesis of everything that is normal... And some people know how to navigate better than others. I... My instinct is to close the door.

The movie The Seed of Evil ends up dancing with you reminded me of the movie Leviano (2018) you made with Justin Amorim. On the scene, in this possibility of moving, do you feel that you find some freedom as an actress? They're good, these days when they tell you - look, now are you going to dance in front of a camera?

Yes, curiously yes. As much as there is no training, any kind of physicality is interesting. I like to add the physical and emotional component. It's an even more specific challenge, it's more difficult. Carloto Cotta is a great dance partner, and in Gabriel's movie it was a lot of fun to make these scenes.

And how does the text appear in the middle of all this? I'm remembering a French movie you made in 2022 - L'Enfant. What changes in terms of preparation? What pleasure do you find in the text? You have a polyglot culture and speak several languages.

For me, as an actress, the most satisfying thing is to work with a director in an author's film. Each case is unique and each process is individual. And it is the director who chooses his environment.

As an actress, I like to adapt and listen. I like to cultivate what I receive and adapt. When I worked with Gonçalo Waddington, in the movie Patrick (2019), it was a unique experience. We did an artistic residency, we stayed a month simply living with each other to be completely comfortable. It doesn't always happen to be able to create stories that go beyond those that exist in the characters' script. In more commercial projects this does not always happen, and sometimes you can miss this essence.

You were younger, you studied at the German School of Lisbon. Did you go to German cinema at that time, or was your culture global? Do you feel that your interest in auteur cinema may have come from your education?

Yes, it's possible. I confess that in the German School I was not yet a movie nerd (laughs) I would say. European cinema has always been my first attraction in this world, only recently did I start to see the American classics. I recently saw Justine Triet's Anatomy of A Fall and loved it. It's wonderful. It's the kind of cinema I'd like to be a part of.

Did you have movie heroines at school? People you said, "I want to be like that."

The first actress I really admired was Natalie Portman. Just because her career was so appealing to a young woman or teenager. The fact that it started with Léon (Léon, the Professional, 1994) by Luc Besson, and then made iconic characters like Black Swan (Black Swan, 2010) or Closer (Too Close, 2004). She's a really sensitive actress, I identified with that.

Natalie Portman has always chosen her roles a lot, perhaps because she started as a child in the movie Léon, the Professional, but in general the actors do not have so much room to choose. How do you see this story of an actor or actress always being dependent on the desire of others? It's the others who choose you to make a character. What is it like to live with this need to exist through the eyes of the other?

It's complicated. It really depends on the others and even if you are making your dream character, there is no guarantee that the movie is what you imagined when you read the argument. You are dependent on so many departments, in cinema the process is almost internal. I feel that in Portugal I went through this a lot, I was doing several auditions and making the movies in which I was chosen. Now I try to be more selective and careful in my choices. Since I made the Warrior Nun series, I've been trying to advance to larger markets, and it looks like you're starting from square one again. But in fact my knowledge is already beyond square one, I worked in Portugal for almost a decade. My experience is already very vast even with my age [Alba is 26 years old]. Now the strategy with my agents is more about the jobs I'm not going to do. For at the end of my career not to look back and have regrets.

What is it that evokes in you the word Hollywood? Is it just another stage where you have to be ready for auditions, or is it wanting to belong to a broader universe?

I don't know if I identify a lot with the Hollywood signature, or with the way I work, namely in Los Angeles. I'm really very European at heart. The American structure is a little more aggressive. The approach to getting a role here has a lot to do with trying to raise your hand to be seen. It's much more direct, and you have a much larger volume of people who want to do the same thing. And they are very talented people. The important thing in the middle of all this, for me, is not to look at all these aspects, it can be very overwhelming... It is important to live through your truth and do things as you would within your silence.

Where do you find the silence when there is too much noise?

I find him in my family, in my husband, in my friends. Yes, I have amazing people in my life who are irreplaceable. I'm a lucky one.

Is filming a dramatic sequence or a more difficult scene something that can take away your sleep?

Yes. No doubt.

When did you feel that you really had to do this job and be an actress? Was it when you were studying at ACT or was it before? You had that thing you thought about like this "I really have to follow this and this moves me, it makes me happy."

It was during the shooting process of Simão Cayatte's [film] Miami. He rehearsed with me and his girlfriend [the actress Joana Santos] for 2 months. Every day, I would leave school and go to him.

It was a surreal experience, for a 15-year-old girl, to work and dig into emotions. It was really beautiful. When the shootings were over, I remember being completely lost. I didn't have the emotional maturity to understand that the project was over.

It's something that the actors have to deal with constantly and it's very easy for us to lose our sight... I suffered a lot because I didn't know how to get back to my normality. (pause) I dived. And this caused me a lot of suffering and also gave me great pleasure. I didn't know that at the time. Emotional diving has become an addiction.

You talk about balance and talk about finding silence. I wonder if being an actor isn't just about that... The ability to lose yourself more or less in a role?

I thought the actors should suffer and should experience everything. And I realized that this doesn't make us better actors. I think it's actually unnecessary and only brings hurt to our personal life and possibly to those around us.

What do they ask you about Portugal now, in this new American phase of your life?

They don't ask much. Everyone loves Portugal, or they want to visit or have already visited. Portugal is very popular at the moment.

There is a theater called Saudades Theatre and there is a community of Portuguese actors in Los Angeles. Have you ever been looking for them?

I don't know... I'm going to do a research.

This was to end and ask yourself if you miss it in these long periods of absence? Or maybe you don't miss it and it's a word you hate?

No, I always miss you. I'm a very nostalgic person, very melancholic. Every day I miss my people, obviously. I miss the streets of Lisbon, feeling the nostalgia of Architecture, the history behind the walls. I love walking through the area where I lived in Lisbon, in the Estrela neighborhood, I miss the sea...sometimes.

[cottoncandy-cult]

Bountiful Celebration

Soma Yukihira x Reader

The red head was quick as he dashed about the kitchen, it was his wife's birthday, and she would be back from a shopping trip with her friends soon. He had decided to make her a special dinner, both were capable cooks and took turns making dinner but tonight he pulled out all the stops and made her favorite foods. Really it was more like a feast, they'd be eating leftovers for a little bit, but he didn't mind. All the windows were open to let out the excess heat, this also allowed him to hear his wife's car door close as he was setting the last dish on the table. The crimson haired male was quick to open the door, although tired he was excited to celebrate with her. "Welcome home birthday girl~"

He was greeted by the bright smile of his (H/c) haired wife, several bags hanging from her arms. "Thank you love... The house smells great." She peaked around him to see the table full of food, the demonic roar of her stomach making her lover laugh. "I made all your favorites, why don't you set those in the room and get comfortable while I clean up. After we eat, I'll give you your gifts." He had chuckled as she zoomed past him, a newfound energy in her step. And he returned to the kitchen to clean.

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Once dinner was over and they had both gotten things cleaned up, (Y/n) and Soma returned to their room. While she put away her shopping the red-haired man showered and got into just a pair of satin pants, once he exited the master bathroom, he saw his wife sitting on the bed and rubbing her neck. "You sore love?" He approached her with a smile, as she nodded, he grabbed a few boxes in various sizes that were wrapped. "Here, open these and afterwards I'll give you a proper massage~"

This made the (H/c) haired girl blushing darkly, she picked up the large box and began to remove the wrapping paper. He had gotten her some lacey (F/c) lingerie, along with a few bits of jewelry and a ticket that she learned was for a vacation he organized for them. It was for a beautiful beach, and naturally the last gift he got her was a brand-new bikini. She smiled and leaned over to give him a kiss on the cheek, he held her gently to his side and nuzzled her cheek affectionately.

"Hey (Y/n)? You know how much I love you right?" His wide cheesy grin made her smile, a soft giggle slip from her as she cuddled into him. "Of course, you know I love you too?"   She tilted her head back, looking up at him. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead, hugging her gently. "What would you say if I told you... I was ready to have a child?" He looked down into her (E/c) orbs, watching them widen as her smile did the same. "Really? You're ready?" The young woman had discussed with him 2 years prior that she had wanted a child eventually, something he agreed with. They were both stable but put it off long enough they could have some fun before completely settling, so when she saw him nod his head she almost started crying.

The young (H/c) haired girl pounced on her boyfriend, hugging him tightly and burying her face in his chest as he laughed. They laid there a moment, his fingers running gently through her hair. "Sooo... Do you still want that massage?"

[fookinavocadosman]

episode 9: till forever falls apart {HS}

it’s been a year since the retreat and a reunion is what is needed to see how everyone’s been doing since leaving.

warnings: none :)

word count: 1.4k

“Are you ready?” Harry walks up behind me kissing my forehead before sitting down in the chair next to me. 

“As I’ll ever be.” I smile at him while I click the zoom link joining the call. Our faces pop up and I see almost everyone is on the zoom call. 

“Hey, guys!” Desiree says to us and I unmute the mic as Harry and I both say hi. When everyone is on the call Desiree gives us a countdown before starting 

“Welcome to the show that does for Too Hot To Handle what Harry and Y/N do to a prize fund. Shamelessly suck it dry!” Desiree starts and I blush, leaning into Harry at the call out. 

“Anyway without further ado, it's time to meet the show's effortlessly gorgeous stars. Give us a wave.” We all wave saying hi and soon another box pops up showing Lana. 

“Lovely to see you all. I hope you are all continuing to be making deeper and more meaningful connections.” Lana says and then her screen is gone. Soon the group is split up and Harry and I are put in a separate room with just Desiree. 

“Oh my god hey guys!” Desiree says excitedly and we respond with the same excitement. 

“God you both look gorgeous even on a phone.” Desiree compliments us. 

“You’re gorgeous as well.” He smiles at her and she waves air onto her face pretending to cool down. 

“So Harry and Y/N, how has everything been since you left the retreat?” She asks and I look at Harry to see if he wants to answer first. 

“Ladies first.” He mumbles and I let out a soft laugh. 

“Honestly, everything has been amazing. I finished my last year of college and the long distance was a bit of a struggle but everything has been worth it.” I tell her and Harry nods agreeing with me. 

“So what did you guys do after leaving the retreat?” 

“Well Y/N still had a couple of weeks before her classes started so I went back with her to her hometown. I met her family, and saw the area she grew up in, her family is amazing, they welcomed me with open arms. And once her classes started up again I went back to LA and worked and then during her winter break she came to LA. So we were jumping back and forth for a while but recently we just got an apartment in LA and moved in together.” Harry tells Desiree wrapping his arm around my shoulder and her jaw drops before she smiles. 

“Wow, that's truly amazing! How have you been liking LA Y/N?” 

“It’s very different from my hometown. I was a little bit homesick when I moved all the way across the country but I couldn’t be happier. I have an amazing job, amazing friends, and an amazing boyfriend.” I smile at her and she nods. 

“Have there been any struggles that you’re willing to share?” I look down nervously and Harry lets out a sigh before speaking. 

“Yeah, there was a point where the long-distance became a little bit too much for both of us. It was when COVID first hit and I was stuck in England and I couldn’t fly back to the states, it was really difficult, especially with the time difference we just kept missing each other but as soon as I was able to fly back I was with Y/N.” He speaks and I just observe him as he speaks. 

“I’m literally falling in love with your love story. Unfortunately, I do have to bring up some sticky things. So first Zayn. Y/N, do you have any regrets with Zayn?” Desiree asks and Harry tenses up slightly as I shake my head. 

“Funny thing is that Zayn and us are really good friends. Most of the group we  see or talk to from time to time but other than that the only thing I regret was using him to get back at Harry.” I explain to her and she nods asking Harry about Brooke. 

“Yeah, my biggest regret was using Brooke to piss off Y/N, I really thought I had lost her.” Harry admits to Desiree and I squeeze his hand under the table reassuring him. 

“Alright. so last question for you guys, what does your future look like? Do you guys have anything special planned?” Desiree asks and I look at Harry smiling. 

“Uh well, there’s been a lot of serious conversations about marriage and kids, I don’t think that either are going to happen for another couple of years, but if it does I’m glad that it’s with Y/N.” Harry tells her and she freaks out. 

“You guys are seriously considering getting married and having kids?” She gasps and I nod my head. 

“Yeah. He’s it for me, I love him so much and I’ve never felt so alive and free with someone and I know that we were made for each other.” I smile as I look at Harry and he’s already been looking at me leaning down to kiss me softly on the lips. He pulls away and Desiree awws at us. 

“I’m so glad you guys are happy and taking these steps in your relationship. I hope everything continues to blossom between you guys.” Desiree tells us and we thank her before we get sent back to the main meeting room. 

We wait with everyone else while Desiree does her individual interviews with everyone and soon she comes back asking us questions for who's most likely to game. 

For become president the consensus was Kate, become a police officer no one could agree on it, walk around the house naked, almost everyone voted for themselves except I voted for Harry because he does it all the time. Streak at the superbowl we all voted for Louis who was not happy about that, complete tinder we voted for Liam. 

We are then brought into another room where all the boys are together and unfortunately I can’t participate. Desiree explains that she's doing a homage to the yoni puja workshop and having the boys paint their own bits. Harry grabs a piece of paper and starts drawing while I sit back watching the other guys draw. 

Riley is looking over Niall’s shoulder and Ava is not paying attention to Zayn’s drawing. Liam seems to be hyper-focused on his while Louis keeps cracking jokes about his. As the boys all go through showing theirs we all laugh at the depictions of their bits. 

When it’s Harry’s turn he shows his and I angle my body to see his. I smack his shoulder as he explains that it’s to scale and the reason it has hearts around it is because everyone falls in love with it. I roll my eyes at him as Desiree makes a face. 

“You are so crude.” I mumble under my breath, making him laugh. 

“Sorry, my love.” He mumbles back kissing my forehead and I roll my eyes at his fake apology. The meeting ends soon after the last task and when the call ends I look at Harry smiling. 

“Well I wish we could’ve seen them in person but that was honestly so fun.” I tell him and he nods. 

“Yeah, we can try to plan something with everyone as soon as it’s safe to do so.” He smiles and I nod. 

When we were on the call we found out that Brooke is now dating a guy that she met at a party, Luke is still doing what he used to do before the show, Kate is still single but is actively looking to date someone, Louis and Sage broke up a couple of months after the show but are still good friends, Ava and Zayn are still going strong, Zayn moved to Ireland to be with Ava. 

Michael is dating a girl from his hometown, Kenzie is still single and hasn’t been looking for anyone, and Liam is single as well but has been trying to find a significant other. We are still good friends with Niall and Riley and they live in LA about 20 minutes from us and they’re engaged. 

“You know it’s crazy that we met on this show.” I say to Harry and he hums. 

“I can never thank my friend enough for telling me to sign up for it.” I smile at him and he smiles back. 

“Same here. You’re the love of my life. I couldn’t imagine doing any of this without you.” He smiles at me leaning in to kiss me and when our lips touch I feel the comfort that I had been searching for in all the nameless people. 

I finally feel at home.

Well thats the last episode of the THTH series. Thank you to everyone for reading this series, I truly appreciate all the support and love I got on it. I will eventually post a blurb on their first time after the retreat and may post other blurbs for it every now and then, but please bear with me i am a full time college student and this semester i have a packed schedule so posting will be very slow, but other than that this is the end. I love you all. Thank you. <3

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