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what do u think are tracy’s weaknesses and strengths as an actress? i’m asking this cause i wanna try and have a better eye for this type of thing, i love tracy so much and i think that makes it very hard to evaluate her as an actress, for me without any technical knowledge she’s just amazing :)

I'm not sure I'm the best person to come to for a better eye 😂

Like singing, dancing, or any other performing art, I have no technical training. I can only base this on my own preferences and what I think worked vs. may not have worked as much.

In regards to Tracy, I think she's their best dramatic actor. All of the characters have been able to have big explosive moments before and they've all been been solid, but to me she is just so strong with the subtle emotional beats. It's in her eyes. They almost glaze over when she's shutting down (7x18 in Voight's office or 9x04 after the panic attack) or really change shape in a moment when she needs to look vulnerable (end of 5x18, 8x11, or 8x16). I just think her strength is in her subtley and the ease with which she can display or switch emotions in what could otherwise be easily over-acted moments. She's also a convincing crier, which helps.

That said, the times I have felt like I didn't love the delivery as much is when she has to be explosive mad. One scene that comes to mind is in 9x04. She returns from finding the bodies in the water and is yelling at the suspect in the interrogation room. Something about soda. She has a tendency to tighten her jaw and lips when she's delivering a really angry line- and sure, people tense up when they're mad. To me, that makes the words almost come out as stiff and growl-y (which I've also noticed in other CPD actors). I would want to see a looser delivery in angry lines, if that makes sense, to allow for more fluctuations in tone as the words come out. Maybe that would be ill advised, I don't know. But I'd want to see the difference.

[theereina]

The End

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Plus Size Fem Black!OC

Wordcount: +2.8K

Warnings: MDNI (18+) mature content, such as cursing, no smut, heavily dialogue-centered, adultery/infidelity, angst, heartbreak

A/N¹: This is a single one-shot with no planned sequels.

A/N²: I'm open to critiques. I am a little 🤏🏽 sensitive about my writing. Please, don't be too harsh.🥺 Feel free to bring my attention to any typos. Divider by @firefly-graphics. Also, this work is not to be plagiarized or reposted (on any site other than here on Tumblr). I do NOT give consent for any form of republishing or rewriting.

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“So, we're still on for dinner right?” Terry asked kissing Athena's cheek. “Of course, I just don't want you to cancel this time,” she said kissing his forehead.

They were in their bed facing each other. This was unfortunately becoming a recurring conversation for them. They would plan to have dinner together, and somehow, he would always have to cancel. Athena had spent so many nights on unplanned solo dates and was tired of it.

She understood Terry's work life, but he had yet to find a balance. “I'm sorry, baby. Forgive me. After all of this, I swear we’re takin’ a break. We can go wherever you want,” he said pulling her closer to him. His arms wrapped tightly around her body. This is what she wanted. This is what she was fighting so hard for.

They had been married six years, and she knew this man like the back of her hand. Athena knew when work got stressful for him. She knew when he was getting sick. She knew when his anxiety was about to flare. She knew everything, so why wouldn't he consider that she would know this, too? The secret he was hiding wasn't work-related. Those late nights weren't for business reports and last-minute contracts, unfortunately.

Athena had known for almost four months now. She kept her mouth shut thinking her husband would tell her, but he didn't. She loved him too much to let this come between them, but this was getting hard. All she wanted was for him to be honest, but now it felt too late.

“Alright, mister. I'm holding you to that,” Athena said snuggling into his chest. She was honestly taking it all in, committing things to memory— his smell, the way his breathing sounded, the patchiness of his beard, the strength of his calloused hands, and the sound of his voice in the morning. This couldn't be Athena's life. There was no way that this was the marriage she prayed so hard for. She wasn't asking for the perfect husband. Her bare minimum was honesty and communication, but Terry wasn't giving her either.

Athena began to doze off in Terry's embrace. The comfort he brought her would be something she would miss—. Why? “Terry, if something was wrong would you tell me?” she said moving to look up at him. “Hmm… What do you mean, baby?” Terry said looking down at her, loosening his embrace. “You’d tell me if you didn't love me anymore?” she asked as her face turned somber and flooded with sadness. “Oh, baby. I'll always love…,” Terry began.

ring ring

And, there it goes— that fucking phone. The one that goes off during every moment they have together. She could never have Terry to herself. He leaned back and picked up the phone. He stared at the screen, looking back at Athena. “Go ahead. I'll just go get ready,” Athena said with tears brimming in her eyes. She threw the covers back and rose from the bed. She knew this was one or two things— work or his other…

Athena walked into their bathroom and began her morning routine. She turned on the shower and stood at the sink. Clenching her fists against the counter, Athena let it out. Months of tears came flooding out. Every emotion had boiled over, and she couldn't take it anymore.

Today was the day. It was already planned out. In the next coming 12 hours, Athena's life would change.

*7 hours later

Terry was in his office waiting for the day to end. He had been on edge all day because of what Athena asked. Did she know? She couldn't know. He had covered his tracks. There was no way she could know.

knock knock

“Yes, come in!” Terry announced, sitting up in his office chair. “Sup, you still going to the party, tonight?” asked Terry's best friend Corbin. “Nah, I promised Athena a date. Can't miss this one,” Terry said twirling a pen between his fingers. “Never stopped you before,” Corbin mumbled under his breath. Terry's eyes shot up to meet Corbin's face. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Terry snapped.

Corbin took a deep breath. “You know exactly what I mean, T. Don't act stupid!” Corbin spat back. “Don't worry about what the fuck I got going on. Remember, we both have situations going on. I ain't the only one,” Terry said standing up from his desk. “You're right, but only one of us is married!” Corbin said squaring his shoulders. “So, fiancé means nothing to you? I wonder how Miranda would feel?” Terry taunted walking around his desk. “Let’s not compare situations. I definitely can't compete with the new add-ons you got,” Corbin said, tapping Terry in the chest. Terry slapped his hand away. Corbin raised his hands and backed away. “Fuck you!” Terry said leaning on the desk. “Whatever!” Corbin said backing out and leaving the office.

As Terry began to sink into his thoughts, his office phone rang. “Terry speaking,” he said. “Mr. Richmond, there is a woman here looking for you. I tried to tell her she needed an appointment, but…,” said Terry's receptionist. “Name?” Terry asked walking back to his office chair. “She said you'll know, and something about a little issue,” his receptionist replied. Terry froze. This was against their agreement. She was never supposed to show up at his home or office. What if Athena was here?

Terry clenched his jaw and squared his shoulders. “Send her in. Hold all calls until further notice,” he said, hanging up the phone.

*3 hours later

Athena was in her car, heading to her parent's home in Georgia. She had been crying the whole ride. She had packed up all of her stuff and was going back home. Her brother was driving behind her in the Uhaul she rented. She couldn't believe that this was her life right now. Athena pulled over into the gas station and pulled up to the pump. She sat in the car, waiting. Waiting for something. Anything.

Someone to wake her up.

Someone to pinch her.

Someone to tell her this wasn't real.

Something.

Athena was startled by her brother knocking on the window. She rolled down the window and looked at her brother. “Sis, you should've gotten someone else to drive,” he said reaching in to wipe her tears. “I'm okay. It gives me something to focus on,” she said dropping her head. “Nah, I'm calling one of my friends. He'll meet us here. He doesn't stay that far away. He'll drive the Uhaul while I drive you. Okay?” he lulled. “I'm okay,” she said. “No, ‘Thena. I'm calling him, and that's final. I don't trust you driving like this,” he said walking away and entering the gas station.

*1 hour later

Terry was rushing to get to the restaurant. Of course, he was late. He had stopped at a local store and picked up two bouquets. One was sunflowers while the other was red roses. He wanted to sweeten things over with Athena. He was aware that he had been fucking up lately.

As he pulled into the restaurant, he searched the parking lot for Athena's car. He couldn't see it anywhere. He circled the parking lot to be sure. He parked near the front and checked his phone before getting out. She hadn't called or texted. “Maybe she took an Uber or Lyft,” he said aloud to himself. He straightened the collar of his shirt and adjusted his tie. He reached over and grabbed the flowers before exiting.

As he approached the restaurant doors, he did one final scan of the parking lot. No Athena. He entered the oyster bar and approached the hostess's desk. “Table for two under Terry,” he said to the middle-aged black woman. “Yes, ouuu… almost missed our grace period. Cutting it kind of close there, darling,” she laughed. “Is the other guest not here? I mean, did someone not check in under the reservation, yet?” Terry asked pulling out his phone. “Uh, no. No one checked in under that reservation, sir,” she replied.

Terry was confused. Where the hell was Athena? She had texted him confirming that she was on the way to the restaurant, so where was she? He followed the woman to a booth in the rear of the restaurant. “Someone will be with you shortly,” she said after seating him. Terry sat down and immediately pulled his phone out again.

He immediately began to text Athena.

Message not delivered

Terry stared at the screen. How? He checked his service and made sure everything was on. He tried again.

Message not delivered

What the fuck was going on? He quickly tried to call Athena. It instantly went to voicemail. He tried again and got the same result. Terry called Miranda, Athena’s best friend and Corbin's fiancé.

Miranda answered, “Yes, Terry?” “Have you talked to to Athena?” he asked shifting in his seat. He was growing worried. Did something happen to her on the way here? “Of course, I did. She is my best friend after all,” she responded snidely. Terry immediately heard the tone of her voice. “Miranda, where is she?” he asked holding the bridge of his nose. “Gone!” Miranda blurted. “What do you mean gone?” Terry said. He was becoming visibly upset. The waiter began to approach the table, but Terry waved her away. “Exactly what the fuck I said,” Miranda snapped. “Miranda, don't fucking play with me right now!” Terry grunted into the phone. “Why don't you go home and check since you don't believe me,” Miranda said hanging up.

Terry pushed his chair back and grabbed the flowers from the table. Terry rushed out of the restaurant. He threw the flowers onto the passenger seat and climbed into his car. He needed to get home immediately.

*45 minutes later

Terry flung the front door of their home open. Athena's car wasn't in the driveway or the garage. This was starting to piss him off. He searched the entire first floor. Hearing what he thought were footsteps, he ran up the stairs and practically kicked open their bedroom door. It wasn't. Athena had left their bedroom window open and the heavy curtains were thudding against the wall. He rushed to the window and slammed it shut.

“Fuck! Athena! Where are you?” he yelled. As he turned around, he noticed a note on the bed. On top of the note was Athena's wedding ring. He sat on the bed prepared to read the note but stopped when he saw that their closet door was open. Athena's side was empty. Scanning the room, he realized that ALL of Athena's things were gone.

Terry pulled out his phone and tried to text and call Athena over and over again. Nothing had changed. He was still getting sent to her voicemail, and his messages were undelivered. Terry's heart sank for the first time that night— Athena had blocked him. He went to her social media accounts to be met with user not found. She had blocked him on everything.

Terry stood up from the bed furious and full of rage. There was no way Athena had just left him. Terry called Corbin, but he sent him to voicemail, too. Immediately, Terry's phone vibrated from a message notification.

Corbin: THEY KNOW!!!

That means Miranda knew and that ATHENA KNEW, TOO!

This couldn't be how everything played out. There was no way. Yes, his shit had gotten sloppy in the last few months, but how? Terry leaned on the bedroom dresser, letting his head fall into his hands.

He knew it was coming he just thought he had more time. More time to figure this shit out.

Terry looked up into the mirror attached to the dresser. He couldn't stand to look at himself. How could he let this happen? He slammed his fists onto the dresser, and the force cracked the glass. Terry looked up to see his reflection in the broken glass. His eyes lingered over himself before he punched the glass. Throwing his arms across the dresser, he sent everything to the floor. Glass began flying everywhere.

Terry threw himself onto the bed. Lying on his back, he could feel the heat coursing through his body. He felt his eyes growing heavy with tears. He looked over on the other side of the bed to see the note still resting there.

He picked it up and unfolded it. Pictures fell out and hit his chest. They were all pictures of him and— Eliza, his mistress. The woman he had been seeing for over two years. Terry flipped through the photos. He realized that the photos had to have been taken over a few months. How had she known this long?

Terry finally realized that Athena was asking questions because she already knew the answers. Terry's heart stopped at the last photo. It was him holding— TJ, him and Eliza’s 6-month-old son. Shit! She knew about the baby, too. That explains why she kept asking him why they were still waiting to start a family. He thought she was nagging, but in reality, she was hurt.

She knew he had a mistress and an outside child. He hadn't meant for this to happen. Eliza was only supposed to be a one-night stand, but it just kept happening. They kept seeing each other because she was friends with Corbin's mistress. They kept ending up at the same parties and clubs. He tried to break it off with her on more than one occasion. Then, something would happen with Athena and he would just go running back. This wasn't Athena's fault, but he felt it wasn't entirely his either— he thought. Athena kept having to travel back and forth to Georgia while her father was going through chemo. She was starting to work more hours. She was always tired. She never had time for him, on the other hand, Eliza was always right there— one call away and easy to access.

Terry held the letter in his hands and began to read.

Dear Terry,

I don't know what to say or how to start this, so here it goes.

To my love, I gave you my all for 9 years. I planned my life to sync with yours— as your wife and best friend. I wanted nothing more than to fulfill all of the promises we made each other throughout this lifetime.

I asked and asked, sometimes I maybe even begged for you to see it. I wanted you to care enough to see through my nagging and realize I was hurting. I was dying on the inside for months. I had to watch you be a lover to someone else while all I wanted was your comfort. I had to watch you be a father while you refused to allow me to even be a mother. You chose to postpone all of my dreams of having a family to work on your career. I let you do that because I loved you. All while you were standing in my face and sleeping in our bed knowing that you had one all along. It just wasn't with me.

Was I the problem? Was I not good enough? There wasn't a thing that you asked that I didn't do. I've been questioning my worth for months trying to see where I went wrong. Chasing you and begging you to love me like you once did. A love I know you're capable of, but I just haven't felt from you in a long time.

My heart was breaking every day with every question. I wanted you to tell me the truth. Be honest and give me hope that maybe this was a simple mistake. A mistake that we could work through together. But mistakes are made once. You were making a choice. A choice to love another woman and become a father outside of us.

With that being said, I can't hold anger in my heart for you we both know that. That’s something I'm not capable of. All I can offer you is forgiveness and peace. Peace to do whatever you want. I'm no longer in your way. Be free. This is the end. Our end.

P.S. After reading this letter, I hope you become a better man for the family you created. He's beautiful, by the way. He has his father’s eyes.

Love always,

Thena

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You know that trend ( it's not really new or anything) When a girl would ask her boyfriend/husband " do you remember what day it is." Just to get them to freak out and think they forgot an anniversary or something. Because people were saying that if you ask a man that he will automatically think he forgot something. What about Dream with something like that?

I Know All

"Do you remember what day it is?" "Day is a mortal concept," he blurts a bit too instantly. "... so you don't remember?"

Dream of the Endless x Reader | >600 | cw: gender neutral!reader, sulky!dream, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: hi nonnie! i do know this trend. the first one i saw of it was so funny HAHAHAHA. i hope you enjoy what i whipped up <3 :D

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"Hi, love!" I beam, hugging him from behind.

Dream, who had just finished doing his round of tasks, tenses before he relaxes. I feel him release a sigh as his palms rest on my arms, "hello, my dreamer."

When he moves to turn, he, at first, tries to hold me back from pulling away. He is pacified upon realizing I meant to take only a few steps back. His otherwise blank expression cracks when he notices I was dressed up more than usual. His hands slip into mine.

"Don't I look extra cute today?" I give a Cheshire cat grin.

His lips curve upward. He pulls me forward and nods, "you are an exquisite creature."

I chuckle and cup his cheeks with my hand, "thank you, Mr. Sandman."

I watch him hold back an eyeroll as he releases a breath.

I laugh once more and rub down his arm, "right, we should get going."

Dream doesn't move a fraction from where he stood even though I pull him by the arm. Instead, topple all the way back into his chest and grunt.

He and I lock eyes. He furrows his brows, "are we going somewhere?"

I shoot him a confused look.

He outdoes my expression with his own.

I cannot mask my chuckle, but I play it off, "of course we're going somewhere! Don't tell me you forgot."

He does not respond for a moment, then betrays himself by clearing his throat too loudly, "remind me again where we are going, my dear?"

My dear. I hold back a laugh by biting my lip. I up the theatrics with a pout, "Dream..."

He is immediately on the defensive. He places his hands on my shoulders and shakes his head, "I had much to do. I merely need to jog my memory."

I start feeling bad because of how his teary blue eyes look.

"Do you remember what day it is?"

"Day is a mortal concept," he blurts a bit too instantly.

"... so you don't remember?"

Dream doesn't put up much of a fight after. He flakes the instant a sigh leaves his lips, "no. I do not remember what day it is, nor making any plans with you this day. I apologise, my love."

He defeatedly hangs his head and leans his forehead against mine. When his arms snake around me, it feels as though a dark cloud forms overhead. I pout through a chuckle and embrace him right back. I feel absolutely dreadful, "baby boy, I-"

"I swear to you, it is not my intention to-"

"Honey, no-" I pull away.

He repels me, "no, don't."

"Lovie!" I whisper, pulling back to caress his cheeks, "it's ok!" I pout, "it's all good. It's fine."

Dream is visibly dejected.

"Baby, don't worry. It was a joke. A really bad one at that, but I didn't mean it to be!"

His brows knit, "what?"

I purse my lips and brush his black hair back, "it was meant to be a funny-ha-ha prank..." I swipe his lips with my thumb before kissing them. I make a guilty expression, "I didn't think you'd be so... distraught about it."

Dream soaks in these works before cautiously wording, "does... this mean I did not... forget any engagement with you?"

I titter, "no, my lord. I was just trying to be funny."

He releases a breath of relief. His shoulders release its tension, "I could inspire your jokes, if you'd like."

I break into a laugh and shake my head, "no. I think I'm-"

"So," he furrows his brows in sudden realization, "you tricked me for your amusement?"

I open my mouth but find myself stuttering when he appears more sullen than he was moments ago, "it was meant to be a jo-"

"Well, I find no amusement in it," he frowns then pulls away.

"N- now, hold on. Dream. Don't be like that. Dream. Don't walk away! Honey! Please."

[anundyingfidelity]

TRUST — Talos

Summary: Barely learning about the Skrulls living among humans, you know deep down Earth is a dangerous place for them. Talos doesn't think the same.

Pairing: Talos x female reader.

Word count: 694.

Notes: Secret Invasion 1x02 spoilers, we're just 3 people watching but still. Mentions of Talos' deceased wife and G'iah.

(I had to do something quick for Talos, yikes. Sorry for the typos or any errors).

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"Have you lost your damn mind?!"

Talos sighed. "That's what Fury said..."

"He's right!"

"Listen, I had to do something. I had the chance to make the call and I did it."

You tried to laugh it off, sipping on your glass of water and putting it back into the sink.

"This is ridiculous."

"What? That we've been looking for a place to call home for three decades?" Talos snapped back.

"No! Of course not- forget it," this was your turn to sigh heavily. "I'm sorry, it's been a wild day... I didn't expect you here. Any of this."

The skrull, in his human form, came closer to you, standing by the kitchen island. He decided to see you after his small discussion with Fury. It wasn't on his plans to tell him his secret that way, but Talos understood his displeasement. So he decided to look for you, even if it was dangerous to come by your place, he still felt the need to see you again. An old friend, if that's what you could call it.

"You're the next person I trust," his voice came hardly as a whisper. You locked eyes with his own, filled with a little hope. Hope that you'd wish you had.

"I'm not Carol Danvers. And I am not Fury, I was barely behind Maria... and she's gone."

Hesitating, Talos reached for your hand, and your skin was soft and warm, as he always remembered. Years passed since you decided to be something. Something that had not worked. You left for SHIELD missions around the world and Talos was busy, either assisting Fury or looking for his own people, and now you knew. You knew why he disappeared sometimes for weeks, months even. Not to mention his daughter, who had a difficult time after her mom passed away. It wasn't going well. Somehow, Talos also had to let go of his now gone wife. Get over the grief, and until today, that was still difficult.

"There has to be something... A peaceful manner to be free, get a new place, or be here- I know it."

A bittersweet smile was on your lips.

"You know, I always admired your courage. And the faith you put on us, humans, because a lot of us lost that already."

Talos shook his head, standing even closer to your figure if it was possible. "No, you don't see what I see on them."

"Talos, humans can't stand each other. People can't tolerate different religions, skin colors, or cultures... You've seen the wars and catastrophes around the globe. We can't stand the solely existence of each other. Do you think they will see you like I do?"

Maybe, just maybe, you were getting in his head. But he was foolish, centuries foolish and he still thought humans and skrulls could co-exist. You waited for Talos to speak, but his words never came out.

"Do you, really, think this beautiful of us?" you asked again.

"I do," he said. "I do because I know you."

He leaned in to press his forehead against yours, and you'd be lying if you say you didn't miss his touch.

"As much as I love to hear that, I'm afraid not everyone is like me..."

A silence embraced both of you, in the loneliness of your kitchen. Suddenly, Talos started to think what could have been. If destiny would have been able to give both of you the chance you needed... Maybe G'iah would be here, with you – as her mother figure – and him like an almost normal family, and not joining the rebellion, risking her life.

"I only ask you to trust me like I trust you," Talos whispered against your lips.

"You're asking way too much... but I can try."

Softly, you caught his lips in a kiss. A kiss you both desired to happen since a long time ago, and you wished it would never end to stay then and there forever. His embrace was too comfortable to escape.

"Just tell me where are you going and I'll follow," you said after pulling away. He smiled, beautifully, exactly how you remembered him.

"Thank you."

[blissooya]

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Hi! November is definitely cold so I'm happy! What is everyone doing 🥶 Picture I took with flower! haha For me Iced americano

cr. xx_turtle_

👤 : I don't which ones a flower.. no actually unnie you more pretty than a flower 🌹

🐰 : I only have flower as letters and no flowers so I can't say I'm prettier than flowers, that's a joke thanks 😎🌹

👤 : Unnie careful of getting a cold ✨️🌹♥️

🐰 : I think I already slightly got it.. But still even if I might freeze to death iced americano ㅠ even if I might freeze to cold iced americano ㅜ

👤 : I lost the way... what is the way to inside Jisoo unnies heart? 🥹💘

🐰 : kekeke It's straight~

Long letter from 👤 about Happy Jisoo 103%

🐰 : kekekeke oh oh thanks, actually I've been in the middle of discussing what I should shoot! When it snows I want to film it snowing

👤 : Jisoo make sure to eat well, if you're happy we're also happy

🐰 : I'm happy with just the weather! As expected I'm a winter child ⛄️ I've been listening to carols at home everyday

👤 : What carols do you listen to??

🐰 : Carols are of course Mariah Carey..🤣

👤 : Jisoo unnie! What is the song you recommend today? Is it Flower?? 🌹♥️

🐰 : You & Me.. kekekekekekekekeke ♥️ I love you and me, it's even better listening to it on streaming

👤 : Jisoo's replies so fast my sister asked who was messaging me. keke

🐰 : kekeke as expected my typing speed !! My phone got smaller so my typos have gotten worse but my typing speed has always been fast

👤 : How many pictures do you take in a day?

🐰 : Really... enough to say change the question to in a week...! My photo album is frozen..

👤 : Don't eat hotpot for life vs don't drink iced americano for life

🐰: Amazing, you know how to bother me! um... no eat hotpot.. ㅜkeke instead for a month, I'll eat hotpot then choose

👤 : Please release Dalgom Jisoo season greetings~~~

🐰 : Kekekekeke I can see Dalgomie's furious expression keke

👤 : What do I do to get Jisoo's reply.

🐰 : Jennie not Benny~~ (op's username) No but I was upset this didn't blow up as much, only Jennie laughed ㅜ kekeke as expected mandu that's easy to make laugh

👤 : Jisoo I've never had hotpot would you like to eat with me? I'll buy ㅠㅠㅠ

🐰 : If it's your first time eating I have to buy kekeke since I'm the expert!!!

👤 : Unnie take this electroic hello kitty home~~ please~😖

🐰 : That's amazing 👍🏻

👤 : Unnie do you like short padding or long padding!?

🐰 : Short padding is great but if you're outside for a long time.. long padding..?!

👤 : Jisoonie winter bucketlist??😏

🐰 : Build a snowman!!! 🥲 I've never made one..

👤 : Shoongshoongie lately are you wearing warm clothes?? The wind is blowing~.... shoongshong.....🌬🌬🌬

🐰 : You tried.. you worked hard..

👤 : For winter, I need Jisoo's embrace .🫶🏻🥺

🐰 : short padding long paddimg no! Jisoo's embrace! ♥️🥶♥️

👤 : In my opinion, I don't think Chaengie wants to teach you how to ride a bike.

🐰 : kekekekekeke You're right

👤 If there's any episodes with Araki Yuko I want to know 💖

🐰 : I run into her every time I go to Paris!! I really wanted to eat with her once, but it's a shame time didn't match! But we have each others contact info so we promised eat together at least in Japan or Korea hhh ♥️🤩

haha I'm now.. going!!!!!!! Blink after it rained it got very cold so dress well! Becareful of getting a cold!!! Protect your neck well!! ⛄️🥶 Everyone have a good dinner and have a great day! ♥️ I love you!! 🥰🥰🥰♥️

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[captainsy-cookiemonster]

Road Confessions

SUMMARY: taking a wrong turn turns out to have been the right turn

PAIRING: Captain Syverson x @littlefreya (3rd person pov)

WARNINGS: friends to lovers, there was only one bed, make out session, implied smut, sliiiight angst maybe?

A/N 1: HAPPY BIRTHDAY @littlefreya YOU ABSOLUTE ANGEL 💗💗💗 I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! THIS IS FOR YOU 💗💗💗 hope you like this silly little fic🙈

A/N 2: neither beta'd or proofread, typos we're going down swingin'!

WORD COUNT: no clue

TITLE: Road Confessions

You know the drill. Reblog and leave a comment if you like, writers live off validation 💗

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"I thought you had something like a built in GPS or something!" She laughs through her frustration.

This was supposed to be a nice day. Just a guy taking his friend out for a road trip for her birthday. Get away from everything, their busy life back home. But somehow they ended up completely and utterly lost.

"Hey! You were in charge of the map!" The tall man huffs, no less amused, gesturing at the spread out paper on the hood of his Ram.

Of course this had to happen to them. Of course this had to happen today.

With a sigh, the army captain runs his hands over his face and up into his short hair.

"You know I'm terrible at it! Also, I didn't take the wrong turn."

There was a moment of silence while they both searched for a solution. And the captain wasn't a stranger to a situation like this.

"Alright, look. We've got the backseat stacked with food and drinks. I say we just keep goin' until we reach the next town. How's that, honeybuns?"

"I guess that won't be much different from what we already had planned." She shrugs. "Well, I do get to have you for a day or so longer."

Her cheeky grin is mirrored by the bearded beast next to her. Hopping back into the front seats, Syverson starts the car again, the loud rumble of the truck's engine filling their ears before it's drowned out by the loud tunes of classic rock blaring from the speakers.

That's how he had imagined it. How he thought he'd treat the tiny spitfire that was his friend. Just having her all to himself for the day - well, now apparently it would be the weekend - unbridled and free. Just them, the road and loud music.

The sky above them already begins to darken when in the distance they spot some lights. It's already pitch black when they arrive at the motel.

"You're lucky," the tiny old lady at the counter says, "that's our last room. You two lovebirds have a nice stay." She smiles and winks at the two.

"Oh, errr... We're not- we're not- uhhhh," Freya stammers, flustered. Blushing bright red, she grabs her bag and rushes out of the small office, leaving Sy to grab the keys.

"Let's see what we're dealin' with, hm?"

Please be two queens, please be two queens.

"Huh. Yeah, uh, guess we're cuddlin' tonight, honeybuns."

Shit.

It's not that she doesn't want to cuddle with Sy. Or doesn't want to sleep in the same bed as him. It's the exact opposite. She wants it too much. And this... This... She's afraid it could ruin their friendship. Because she's damn sure the captain is not into her.

"Okay...? Sy?! What the hell are you doing?!"

Her shrill voice stops him mid-movement.

"Gettin' ready for bed?" With that he kicks the last bits of his jeans off. The bed protests a bit when his heavy body hits the mattress. "Mhh, yeah. Ya comin', honeybuns?"

"Uhh... Yeah... Don't look!" she tells him before stripping of her jeans and bra, leaving on her t-shirt and panties.

Fuck that bed looks small with him already lying there. There's no way... Fuck, what if she talks in her sleep. No, fuck this.

Once she climbed into bed, Sy switches the lights off, embracing them in a cocoon of pleasant darkness. There was just enough light that she could make out his silhouette. He was turned onto his side, facing her. She felt aa if he was waiting for her to say something.

"Thank you. Today was amazing," she whispers. This merely scratched at the surface of how she felt, though.

"I'm glad ya liked it. Happy birthday, honeybuns."

"Mhh," she hums, closing her eyes. But sleep wouldn't come. Too many thoughts racing around her head at the fact that Sy was lying right next to her, his body heat radiating off him, making her feel flushed. It even seems that in his sleep, he scooted even closer to her. Their noses were almost touching.

"Sy?" she whispers.

"Mhh?" he grunts back half asleep.

"You're taking up all the space."

She wants to continue complaining how she's about to fall out of bed or that he's stealing all the blankets, but her voice dies in her throat when he opens his eyes.

He's impossibly close, his warmth and scent enveloping her. So much so that she can't think straight. In a moment of sleepy boldness, she closes the distance between them.

Congratulations, you just ruined everything.

But when she is about to pull back, an apology already on her tongue, Sy pulls her in even closer with his hand on her hip. Deepening the kiss, he even rolled her to lie on her back, his heavy body covering her.

"I never thought you'd feel the same way," the tough captain whispers softly, holding her face in his large palm.

"I never thought you did," she whispers back. "Now shut up, I need you."

Her whine is answered with a chuckle. "Gladly, ma'am."

[chaotichuman0090]

"His safest place" | Kayden Vescovi x Josephine Everhart

A/n: YESSS it's finally here!!!! My first fic! 🥳🥳 Well it was done a while ago (after a lot of planning), but I'm posting it now because I finally have some spare time and space lmao.😅

That being said, I didn't expect it to be so long (no pun intended). I should've probably split it in two parts but eh...

It's been a nice experience. Might do it again sometimes. I'd also prescribe a dose of Kayden to everyone here. I mean, just take a look at him.... *whew* 🥵

Oh, by the way, tell me if you catch any mistakes or weird typos, please. (english is my second language so I might get things wrong sometime).

This is set a few months after the end of the book.

Pairing: Kayden Vescovi - MC (Josephine Everhart) | The Royal Masquerade |

All characters belong to Pixelberry.

Vonberry is the name I gave to my dear bear cub, bless him! 🧡

Words: 3370

Warnings: N*FW content (basically the whole second part, no pressure; almost smut at the end of the first part too. Almost because... I just thought it would be too much for a first attempt)

Tagging: @walkerswhiskeygirl @masquerade-reimagined @kayann9

P.s. Thank you guys for your support!! I appreciate it and it helped a lot! Sorry to keep you waiting though..

I can't wait to hear what you think of this. Big hugs!

If you'd like to be tagged in future let me know!

Okay. Enjoy!!!

Annalisa paced the outside of Josephine's house, growing slightly unpatient, yet still feeling overjoyed at the thought of seeing her sister after so long.

It was well past noon when she arrived after a whole day journey. It didn't took much for her to take matter into her own hands and went to see how she's doing.

And today was a day she was looking forward to.

She scowled at herself and leaned her back against the railing and examined the little garden in front of her. Last time she had seen her sister was after King Fabian's coronation.

When she finally felt like she had enough of wating she decided to go inside, leaving the door open on her way in.

The sweet, delicious smell of fresh baked goods instantly reaches her nose as she quickly moved closer, she heard the faint sound of Josephine's voice and stops into the doorway without announcing herself yet.

"Vonberry, I told you before, you are not allowed in when I'm baking, you little... oh.." Josephine looked behind and stopped abruptly. It was safe to say she was taken aback by the person in front of her.

"Annalisa?"

She didn't have enough time to react as her sister enveloped her in a big hug that reminded them both of all the moments they've spent together at the Everhart estate.

"What... what are you doing here?" She stammered on her words, her eyes glossy and full of emotions accompanied by a big smile on her face.

"Well, forgive me for wanting to see how my dear sister is doing." Annalisa remarked quickly, puling back from the hug."I only hope you missed me just as much."

"You know what I mean." Josephine said, looking fondly at her.

"I suppose you've been quite busy."she said, looking around the messy room, with a grin on her face. There was flour and pastries of all kinds spread on the counter.

"I think I had spent all morning here."Josephine let out a long breath, the corner of her mouth curled upwards.

"Did you came all the way here alone?"She asked her sister, surprised.

"I did not came here on a fancy carriage with two white horses and dozens of sevrants anyway, if that's what you're asking." Annalisa stated with a lightly amused tone, expresing how giddy she felt about their reunion.

"I always knew you had an odd sense of humor". Josephine's eyes glimmered, matching the smirk in the corner of her mouth.

Their sweet joyful laugh echoed through the halls, in the whole house. Josephine decided to finish her task later, before joining her sister at the table, proceed on serving a cup of tea and carried on with the conversation.

"So, tell me, how did you adapt to your new life? And Kayden?" The question gained Annalisa a funny look and a quiet snort. To her disbelief she continued ..."He better treat you well or so help me-"

"Of course he does. He's... a dream come true" Josephine responded quickly, reminiscing about their wonderful, precious memories together, with a soft smile plastered on her face the whole time.

" I know, sister. I was merely joking." An easy smile replacing her previous frown.

"Anyone can see it on his face. He loves you with all his being. He would give his life only for you to be happy. It's a strong love. It's unbreakable." Annalisa said while looking her in the eyes.

"Speaking of which," Josephine spoke after a small pause. "I presume things are going well with Percival." She looked up, raising a brow, a teasing smile on her lips.

"Oh, you know how self-restraint he can be sometimes," Annalisa declared nonchalantly, "But we balance each other, since I'm an excellent lover, so to speak." She remarked with a grin, nodding proudly to herself.

A brief utterly childlike laugh escaped Josephine's lips, dissolving soon into a fit of laughter and her sister followed her soon.

"You're a breath of fresh air, Annalisa!" She said with a shake of her head.

The truth was she couldn't wait to spend the rest of the day in the company of her dear sister, catching up after long time away.

After Annalisa left, Josephine began preparing diner for her and Kayden, deciding on a delicious roasted chicken over a bed of fresh, hearty vegetables.

Everything was done by the time Kayden arrived home and she carefully put the meal on a tray with legs, picking out a few baked rolls as well, and took them to the table.

Needless to say the food tasted delicious as usuall, the rich aroma of the dish making her mouth water.

They ate in comfortable silence, listening to the wind gusting through the tree branches outside.

He watched her pick a small piece of meat off with her fingers and pop it into her mouth, chewing slowly.

A sweet smile reached her lips as she looked up at him, watching his hand that is holding the wine glass while picking at the food in his plate.

"I can tell your mind is full of busy thoughts without reading it. How can I help?" Josephine asked with evident concern, placing her hand on top of his.

Kayden looked down at their hands and mumbled something inchoerent, then cleared his throat.

He gave a quick shrug as a response while keeping his eyes on the table, looking lost in thoughts.

Slowly, he stood, and rounded the table to her, offering his hand. After a few moments she took it and he helped her stand but didn't go anywhere.

"Dance with me?" The question left his lips hesitantly, almost like he tried to restain his desire.

She agreed, allowing him to twirl her around, soon developing into a mix of passion and heavy, graceful footsteps without the steady drum of music.

They moved together, her arched back over a bridge of emotions, relishing the way their breath quicken with each step, feet guiding them across the floor, spinning, dibs, slow sways and more.

They danced for a while, the candlelight flickering shadows across the room. Nither of them said anything, feeling content with the silence.

Kayden was holing her, but not the way he held her the first time they danced, months ago, or even after that. He didn't hold her like she was his saving grace, his light in a world of darkness. Instead he held her softly and sweetly like they've been lovers for years. Like she was his safest place.

Josephine held him back that way, as she imagined a wife would hold her husband, lovingly, wrapping her arms tighter around him, closing her eyes and leaning in to rest her head on his chest.

Kayden welcomed her embrace, holding her tighter as well.

Their pace slowed and they stayed in one place , moving as only seemed natural.

"I love how we're always in perfect sync". Josephine said with a small smile playing on her lips.

Kayden did not reply to her straight away, instead he debates on a way to express his next words.

"With all the time I spent working these past few days," he continued carefully "I neglected you."

"Forgive me." Kayden's voice sounded tense and concerned for a moment; he looked deeply into her eyes, before kissing the top of her head.

"You need a break you know" Josephine gave a quiet sigh then raised on her tip toes to give him a delicate kiss filled with desire and devotedness, her hands sliding from his jaw to his hair, lips not breaking apart as their emotions took hold on them.

"I am taking a break now and... plainly wishing you would join me in our room later." His breathless, husky voice was close to her ear now, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.

"Careful, Kayden. I might just keep you there for good." Josephine went on, waiting for a reaction from him. Kayden just raised an eyebrow at her and smiled subtly.

"Or perhaps I have planed to spend my night with a new book." She teased , exchanging a smile with him.

"I don't believe that even for a moment." He murmured in a deep and low voice, his warm breath close to her forehead.

The two of them were aware of the unconditional love they held for each other. They whisperd it with each glance of their eyes and each brush or their lips.

Kayden was open now. He told her many things, stories of his life when he was a child, growing up at the Vescovi estate, as his father son, still unsuitable for that also. He told her how that place became devoid of any significance, of life, as he grew older and more resentful by it every day.

Josephine understood that he'd been spurred on by whispers of untold secrets and the unmistakable feeling of guilt and inadequacy resting on his shoulders for too long.

It brought her back to the realization that he was still haunted by old pains. Things that happened in the past that he'll never get over. She couldn't bear to watch that pain flood his eyes, not again. It would not be the reason it came back again.

But she knew well that whatever was holding him back before, would not hold him back from now on. In a whole chaotic and nosy world, they managed to find each other. She swore to cherish every moment she has by his side.This world has already lost its magic for some, that she knew.

Spine tingling sansations, carrying so much emotion that she believed they'd had both gotten enough, still they find themselves observing the backside of his palm reaching out to the surface of her neck, under her ear before leaning forward to place a few more kisses and soft bites. Truthfully, she was unable to find the right words, her whole body burning with passion as she felt a flooding urge in other hidden places, that Kayden was well aware of.

"You've had a long day too. What is absolutely necessary right now is a... foot massage." His tone making it plain he meant more than he said."I believe that would be rather satisfying."

That sounded more like a promise, she thought.

She hummed in agreement, followed by a short laugh, her head hiden in the crock of his neck.

"I'm glad you find me amusing" Kayden quipped instantly. Not waiting for another response, he lowered her in a graceful dip, her long hair now swaying close to the floor.

Josephine can only stare up into those impossibly beautiful brown eyes, watching with bated breath as they morph into her own, seeing their entire future layed out.

Kayden pulls her back with him squeezing her hands gently before releasing them and took a step back. His eyes lingered on her with anticipation of his next words.

He was tall, ethereal, intimidating and formidable to her.

"Take off your dress!" said Kayden, his voice soft but demanding, nodding to her simple thin red dress that she had on.

Josephine starts to strip the material off her skin, taking her time, while silently enjoying his half-lidded eyes still gazing hungrily over her. Upon seeing the way he was looking at her sent shivers down her spine.

Soon after she's done and left only in her undergarments, Kayden moves closer to her and brushed the hair from her face, sweeping all of it over one shoulder before gripping it in a strong fist like he can't hold back anymore.

He crashed his lips down on hers, his hands burried withing the strands of hair, urging her towards him. His other hand pressed at the small of her back and drew her closer, just as he angled his head to kiss her deeper, mingling their scents along with their lips.

Josephine felt like she was losing not only her footage but also her mind. She griped onto his broad shoulders, trying to get even closer, if that was possible.

He hummed something against her that got drowned in a kiss, but whatever he wanted to say was not important, she gathered as his lips moved down to her neck, tracing the pulse pounding against her skin with his tongue. A soft moan found its way out of her parted lips as Kayden firmly gripped her waist, trailing kisses down the exposed skin along the way, making her back arch up.

He took a moment to let her breath and, with a quick movement, tossed his shirt to the side,while she starts undoing the buttons of his trousers, letting them drop to the floor.

They stumbled carelessly around, heading for the bed, Kayden letting them both fall onto the soft matress. Their limbs were entangled together, under the warm quilts of the bed, hidden from sight; it was a special moment which only they were witness to.

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It was well past midnight when Josephine woke up suddenly, sensing the coolness of the room that was illuminated only by the starlight and the bright moon through the tiny window, casting them in blue shadows. She turned around in bed and sat still, rubbing her eyes and blinking slowly and just laid there wondering what cound have interrupted her sleep this early but did not ponder over it too much.

Shortly after, she found herself musing on the unforgettable events from last night, blood rushing to her cheeks at the thought. Looking over at Kayden who was still sleeping soundlessly next to her, his lower body covered by the blanket and his arm draped over her side of bed.

She had a crooked, sleepy grin on her face and brought her hand up to his face, touching his lower lip with the tip of her finger.

She was looking at him in awe, taking in the smoothness of his features illuminated by the moonlight. Kayden. Her Kayden.

After a few moments of deliberation she moved carefully, not to disturbe him, and climbed on top of him, straddling his hips.

Gently touching his cheek, she ever so slightly brushed her lips against his jaw. Of course he was too deep in his sleep to notice but it made her heart dance.

She then began nipping at his ear lobe, softly, with just a right hint of passion, then worked her way back, trailing lingering kisses from his stubbled jaw to his neck, down to his defined collarbone.

Josephine's hands travel from his chest down to the taut muscles of his stomach, sliping lower, caressing him through the material of his briefs and he harden further beneath her touch.

She could feel his arousal where she was straddling him as she pressed down on his hips, and it sent a bolt of heat straight to her core. She drew a slow, careful breath and her hands tightened around his shoulders.

A grunt slipped out of his parted lips, the sound matching the dark look in his now open eyes. He always found appealing that lascivious yet lovely look on her.

He lifted his hips, pressing his hardness against her and Josephine sighed and instinctively rolled her hips against him in return. Kayden hissed against her lips and his hands moved down, holding her tightly to him as he repeated the action.

Kayden kept his eyes closed momentarily and he took a deep breath, and then his eyes opened. Holding her gaze he rolled her on her back in a swift movement and pinned her beneath him before grabbing her face and slammed his lips to her.

This kiss was almost explosive, with the way they’d been teasing each other all day, and she moaned when Kayden nibbled on her lower lip before he dragged his mouth down her neck to the sensitive spot there. She practically melted against him, and she felt him smile against her as he tugged at her skin with his teeth, then lavished the spot with his lips and tongue.

Shifting his body and lowering his head, he circles her nipple with his tongue before tugging gently with his teeth, heaving her instantly whimper softly and arching into him.

"Ohh, don't stop." She gasped, panting for breath, her heart hammering in her chest, not daring to look away.

"Oh, I assure you, we're not finished yet." Kayden said, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips as he does so. He gave her that smoldering, piercing gaze that made her swallow hard and made a shiver run down her spine.

She knows that he's playing with her, making her wait when she can hardly bare it.

"I need you... please." her voice broke in a throaty whisper, and hearing that was all it took for him to stop and look at her one more time before his touch stirred every nerve in her body and brain.

She drew a sharp breath as he entered her in one, long, steady push; pulling all the way out, before he slid inside her again until he filled her completely.The muscles of her thighs tremble and then relax as his thumb massaged high on her inner thigh while his mouth worked its magic. 

Kayden quickly wraps a hand around her wrists and pins them above her head as he thrusts his hips into her, picking up his pace. Instantly she noticed that his eyes held a row intensity, never looking away from her.

Josephine savored the feeling of him inside her, moving only to lock her legs around his waist and pull him deeper.

Repositioning a hand between them, his fingers moved with purpose, using firm movements that weren’t too hard; slow enough to draw things out, but fast enough to keep building her pleasure.

He felt her tighten around him as he continued to thrust deeper into her, the action setting off another shattering moan from her.

A deep groan escaped his lips as the tension inside him coiled tightly and his thrusts becoming more erratic every passing second.

His hips now jolted hers, spearing her with each thrust until she was reduced to shuddering gasps.

"Kayden!" She gasped, barely able to get his name out, her toes curling and back arching into him as pleasure radiated throughout her body.

Kayden followed her shortly and, after a few more deep strokes, his body went rigid, shuttering in pleasure as he found its release, breath hitching and fingers digging into her flash.

Right after that, he collapsed on top of her with a heavy sigh, burying his head in her chest, still moving shallowly into her spent body, while she tenderly ranks her fingers through his hair, crooning at him.

He took a few moments to breath, then rissing up slowly, his strong arms supporting him above her, he kissed her swollen lips twice and paused and gave her a look that Josephine could only describe as love.

"What is it, love? Are you well?" She asked but he knew she was just teasing now from the evident gleam in her eyes.

"Trust me, I am. I'm just... taking you in." He whispered, not being able to retain the intimate tone in his voice.

"But I think I'll spare you the details." He chuckled when her face flamed up a little, being aware that she caught on the hint.

After what seemed like ages he moved himself from atop her, settling on his side and tugged the sheets around their bodies before wrapping her tightly up against his chest while pressing himself in closer somehow, to her, despite already leaving no space between them.

Josephine could sense the corners of Kayden's lips lifting up to a small smile before silence fell between them. She let herself get confortable in his soothing arms, in the quietness of their house, savoring the blissful afterglow, as every bone in her body relaxed and her covered chest slowly rose and fell, gentle breaths escaping her mouth.

The world can wait, Josephine thought. As far as she's concerned this man in her bed is the only world that matters, and she intends to give him just as much love and care, if not more so, as he gifts her.

[galliumgames]

Dev Log: A little about image resolution

Hello! Today's post is a little later than usual (a day? many hours?). We're moving our weekly Dev Log to Tuesdays for now to make room for Red Embrace: Hollywood posts!

Let's talk a little bit about image resolution. Keep in mind, we are only experienced with certain kinds of 2D art, used specifically in visual novels. Things could be different for other game genres and art types (such as pixel art).

tl;dr some reasoning behind image resolution sizes, 1080p in Ren’Py can be laggy

Nowadays, modern computing devices allow us to lead a mostly worry-free life, alleviating many concerns with device specs being too weak to run the game at its intended size/framerate--we don't have to worry as much about optimization to prevent lag! While this is great and allows us to rapidly create games, it also makes it much too easy to forget about those without the shiniest devices or greatest bandwidth.

We've recently begun to take a little more care about resolution/file size, especially since Google Play does not make it easy to update apps without requiring a user to download the entire game again.

>Made a 2kB update that fixes a couple of typos or locked images

>Please download the whole 400MB file again!

Another reason is that we've noticed our games experiencing some obvious lag, particularly at scene transitions or during background panning. Sure, the lag doesn't make/break the experience, especially in a visual novel, but it does get a little bit annoying.

> Chess of Blades was made in 1080p, but our next game is scaling down to 720p. Ren'Py lags because it doesn't handle all the image layers and game logic very well. It's mostly a constraint of Python/Pygame/current implementations. If we were more code-savvy and had more time on our hands, we would consider digging into the code to see if we could fix it a little bit. But we are not.

>=> Insert gamma crying here, as gamma loves 1080p and ridiculously high res images.

>=>=> Another option would be to explore another game engine (such as Unity, Unreal, or Godot), which uses lower-level programming languages (flavours of C, for instance), but at the moment, it seems a bit like overkill. Especially since Ren'Py already comes with so many convenient, built-in, visual novel-specfic functions.

>=>=>=> Although in general, you can really use whatever resolution size you want for a visual novel...older games at 800x600 look fine for the most part, and 1024x768 or 1366x768 monitors are still in use.

> We commission our artwork at a minimum of 3x the final game size. This allows us to zoom (scale the image) without quality loss, creating a more animated experience (e.g. "looking around the room" or a character coming closer). Higher resolution also allows us to use JPEGs instead of PNGs. JPEGs are much smaller in filesize, but there is some quality loss since they compress the file with fancy algorithms. However, if you start out with Lots-of-Quality, and you subtract A-Little-Quality, the math should work out to having Decent/Good-Enough-Quality. (That's how it works, right?)

>=> Of course, the bigger the better (gives us more options to explore), so some backgrounds we've received are about 10k pixels wide. Gamma rejoices.

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[exoparkchanyeogiwa]

Coughs and Sniffles (Oneshot)

(Pic is not mine)

'At least you were at home, in the arms of the one person in the world who made your life complete...'

The sun is shining, the birds are singing and you wake up with a smile on your face. However, your smile quickly fades when you see a shivering, sniffling, coughing Jongdae, trying to sleep comfortably beside you...

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Oneshot

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Genre: Fluff

Member: Jongdae (Chen)

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The room was enveloped in complete darkness except for the trail of sunshine that peeked through the left side of the curtains.

You rubbed your eyes and sat up in bed. You kept your eyes closed for a brief second in order to focus on the sound of the car tyres shuffling across the road outside and the faint melody of birdsong that was playing just beyond your bedroom window.

Today was going to be perfect.

Both you and your beloved Jongdae had a day off work and were both planning on going out to see a movie and then have dinner at a restaurant in order to celebrate your upcoming birthday.

Excitement coursed through your veins as you opened your eyes, leaped out of bed and pulled the curtains apart. The glowing sun caused warmth to spread throughout the entire room as you stood in front of the window and took a deep breath.

You turned to face the bed where you were met with Jongdae's sleeping figure. You stared lovingly at his handsome features and smiled contently. Suddenly, Jongdae  let out a gruff cough. This sudden disturbance to the silence caused you to jump slightly and you placed your hand above your heart until its beating slowed.

You placed your palm on Jongdae's forehead and concern overtook you - he had a fever and a very high one as it seemed...

He was pale and sweaty. His breathing seemed irregular and his eyebrows were knitted together making him look like he was struggling and pained.

You moved his dampened hair out of his face and proceeded to the bathroom to grab some medicine and a soaked wash cloth. You made your way back to the bedroom and placed the cloth onto his forehead. You wiped the beads of sweat from his brow and then headed to the kitchen to grab a tall glass of water.

"Dae," you whispered "Dae, it's me. Wake up and drink this."

He shifted in his sleep and turned to you with a tired expression.

"Morning, beautiful. What's that?"

"It's medicine Dae," you replied "Now drink up. It'll help you feel better."

"Medicine? What? I don't need medicine. Why would I need medicine?" he said.

A series of coughs and splutters followed this statement and you looked at him and mumbled:

"That's why..."

Jongdae decided to quit being stubborn and complied to your request.

Once he had swallowed the medicine, he attempted to stand up - only to be pushed back down onto the bed by you, who was not going to allow it...

"Kim Jongdae I will not let you get out of bed in this condition!" You stated.

"But what about our dateeee?" He whined.

"Forget the date, Dae. Look at you! You can barely walk three steps without going into a coughing fit!"

"Thats not tr--" - he barely even finished his sentence before he was inturrupted by yet another series of coughs and sneezes.

You gave him the 'I told you so' look and he whined in defeat.

"Ughhh how are we gonna celebrate your birthday nowwww?"

"Just stay in bed, baby. It's okay! Don't worry about the date and don't worry about me! Your health is my number one priority right now and I highly doubt that either of us would enjoy a date if it mainly consisted of endless bouts of coughing and sneezing... and I doubt that the people around us would enjoy that either." You reasoned.

Jongdae sighed and said:

"Okay. Fine. But I don't want you to have to look after me all day. Go out! Buy yourself a million chicken nuggets or more, baby - you deserve it. Leave me here and enjoy your day off! I'll be fine here."

You looked at him with a confused expression.

"Okay I'm sorry but that's the stupidest thing I've ever heard you say and you've said some pretty stupid things before, Dae."

He scrunched his face in confusion.

"Do you seriously think that I would enjoy my day off if you aren't there to enjoy it with me?"

He looked down and shook his head.

"Exactly!" You said, "Now lie down. Let me take care of you."

"No." He argued.

"Kim Jongdae, now is not the time to be stubborn. You're sick! You need to rest!" you said.

"Can we go downstairs instead? Please? Lets watch a movie together. It's too stuffy in here."

You were about to refuse his suggestion until he pouted and showed you his dreaded puppy-dog eyes. You winced and nodded your head in agreement which caused him to weakly raise both his arms with excitement.

You walked, hand-in-hand, into the living room and you told him to make himself comfy on the sofa while you went to grab something from the kitchen.

Minutes later, you returned with a glass of water and a bowl of chicken noodle soup in your grasp.

You laid the bowl and the glass of water down on the coffee table and grabbed a blanket from a nearby pile. You placed the blanket over his legs and turned on the TV.

Commercials were being played so you used this as an opportunity to feed the sniffling Jongdae some chicken noodle soup.

He happily ate every spoonful and left the bowl nearly squeaky clean by the end of it. He licked his lips clean and said:

"I feel so much better now! Thank you so much baby. I love you! And did I mention that you make THE.BEST.CHICKEN.NOODLE.SOUP. E V E R?"

You smiled and said:

"Aweh thank you, Dae. I love you too!"

You pecked his lips and looked deep into his dark, brown eyes once you pulled away -not even caring if you would get ill as a result of it.

"You still wanna go out on that date babe?" He asked, "C'mon we still have time to celebrate your birthday today!"

You shook your head, "Dae, my birthday is in three days... we have tonnes of time to celebrate! And who's to say that this isn't a good enough celebration huh? I'd even say that cuddling on the couch with you whilst watching my favorite TV shows is the absolute perfect way to celebrate my birthday."

Jongdae grinned, wrapped his arm around you and kissed your temple. You burrowed into his embrace and inhaled his cologne - your favorite scent in the entire world.

The commercials on the TV finished playing and an old re-run of Glee started to air. You both watched intently as you waited for your favorite part of the show to begin - the singing!

The characters began to sing your favorite songs. You and Jongdae just couldn't help but sing along with them. You both sang together with your voices filling the entire room, causing an atmosphere of happiness and delight to flow through the air.

"You sing the female part and I sing the male part of the song okay, baby?" He said, smiling.

"Got it!" You beamed.

You sang and sang and sang, your smile never leaving your face and with your laughter errupting between every other line of the song.

Then, when Jongdae's part came, you ceased your laughter and just smiled - you smiled because you were lucky enough to love the beautiful human being that is Kim Jongdae and you smiled because you were lucky enough to have him love you just as much.

The day didn't quite go as planned. But that was okay because you were there with him. You were there, listening to him sing his heart out. And eventhough he sounded a little croaky and gruff because of his fever, you still thought that he sounded like an angel sent to you from heaven... and in a way, he was.

The occasional cough and sneeze still escaped past his lips but spending the whole day with you in his arms had really helped him regain his strength.

The final TV programme ended and Jongdae clicked the 'off' button on the remote. The screen turned to black. Jongdae checked the time on his phone. It was 9pm.

"Hey, love, lets go to bed now. I know you must be tired" he said.

The only response he got from you was a soft snore and an unconscious whimper.

He smiled and kissed your head before he proceeded to carry you up to your bedroom.

He laid you onto the bed and covered you with the duvet to ensure that his beautiful girlfriend would be kept safe and warm.

Tomorrow. He thought. Tomorrow we're gonna go to the Cinema and watch that movie and go to dinner together just like we planned.

With that, he made his way onto the bed, wrapped his arms around you and drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

The next morning, the sun was shining brightly once again. Jongdae woke up, stretched his arms out and let out a mighty yawn. He stood up and made his way to open the curtains.

Sunlight filled the room once again as Jongdae made his way over to your sleeping figure.

"Love, loooove, wake up! Let's have a shower and eat before we head to the cinema."

You groaned and turned to face him.

"Oh my gosh you look horrible." He stated, bluntly.

"Gee thanks, Dae. I love you too." you scoffed.

Jongdae put his hand on your forehead and guilt consumed him upon feeling your high temperature.

"I guess we won't be going to the Cinema afterall..." he said.

"Do you mean to say that we get to spend another day cuddling on the sofa?" You asked.

Uh.. yeah. Is that okay? I'm sorry baby. I told you that you should've just left me home alone..." He said.

"SHH!" You said, putting your index finger up to his mouth in an attempt to shut him up.

"It's completely fine, Dae. Besides, now you get to look after me." You said, smiling brightly despite the pounding in your head.

But you took no notice of your aching bones, pounding headache or scratchy throat because you knew that a certain sweetheart named Kim Jongdae would be there, by your side, to help make you feel a hundred percent better again.

So what if you weren't out, celebrating your birthday in a fancy restaurant or watching the latest Avengers movie? At least you were at home, in the arms of the one person in the world that made your life complete.

In all honesty, you had hoped that everything would turn out that way...

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I wrote this so quickly so pleaseee excuse any typos... I have really fat thumbs...

Anyways, I hope you guys like this one! Please tell me what you think cuz that would mean a lot! ♡

-Z