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itsokbbygrl · 4 months

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Old Dogs and New Tricks

Summary: Sarah Miller has always loved her dad, maybe especially today. Years of long days at work and longer nights taking classes and studying have lead to this--his college graduation day. When the Miller family is interrupted during their impromptu picture time, Sarah thinks there might be one more person who could love her dad, too.

Word Count: 3k, one-shot

Rating: T (some swearing)

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader/OFC

Tags: FLUFF, TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF, BRUSH YOUR TEETH AND FLOSS AFTER THIS ONE!!!, mild swearing, Sarah Miller POV, briefly Joel Miller POV, likely some University of Texas at Austin graduation inaccuracies, adult learner gets his diploma yay, Uncle Tommy is an A+ wingman, almost zero description of reader aside from having hair long enough to tuck behind an ear, wearing a dress, and having a shimmering laugh, but Joel and Sarah both refer to reader as a woman and use she/her pronouns, no y/n, no 2nd person perspective, reader/OFC has an unspecified family outside of 1 sister

A/N: Helloooooooooo this is the first thing I've ever published here holy shiiiiiiit. I was scrolling on Pinterest for interior design inspo and came across this adorable photo and immediately went, "omg Joel and Sarah core."

So naturally, I had to write it and set it in the HBO TLOU timeline. Sarah is 10 and we're going to suspend our disbelief about the technology of the year 2000 a little bit okay??? Digital cameras were not that good and very expensive and most people still did not have cell phones, but THE MILLERS DO OK. Anyway without further ado, I give you that (not so) old man doing something adorable. I hope you like it! My DMs and inbox are always open (yes I lovingly refer to you all as my little chickens, come say hi to me!). Reblogs and comments are appreciated per usual. 💖 Banner and title card made by me with the help of Canva :)

Sarah loves a lot of things about her life–her soccer team, her fourth grade teacher, all of the friends she’s made in her 10 years of life–but if you asked her what she loved most of all, she would say her family, hands down. Her family is small–just she, her dad, and her uncle Tommy–but their love for each other is anything but. It’s been the three of them her whole life and she’s never felt like there were any missing pieces, until one fateful Saturday in May.

Sarah has spent nearly her entire life being told how proud her dad is of her, but today is a day Sarah is determined to show her dad how proud she is of him. She knows he tries to hide how stressed he’s been the last few years, how tired, but she’s a smart girl and she, to her dad’s chagrin, notices everything. Sarah almost can’t contain her excitement for her dad as her uncle Tommy parks his truck in the vast expanse of the University of Texas at Austin’s football stadium parking lot. She hops out of the backseat and slams the door like Tommy taught her to make sure it closes all the way on its rusty old hinges, and then bends at her waist to brush any pesky wrinkles from her dress. She wanted to look extra nice for today, trying to tame her thick, curly hair by tying it back in a low bun and fashioning her favorite flower pin on the side, donning her favorite sundress and the sandals her grandma said were nice enough for Sunday church. If they were nice enough for grandma’s church, they were definitely nice enough for her dad’s graduation, she figured.

Sarah finds Tommy around the front of the truck as he’s pulling their entry tickets from his wallet. “Here you go, kiddo,” he says, extending a ticket to her with a smile. She replies her thanks before following him towards the imposing stadium ahead. Tommy helps lead them through the crowd, consistently checking to make sure she’s still near, Sarah offering him a smile each time she catches him looking. Their seats are up high, in the top third of the stadium bleachers. Sarah thinks she hears Tommy mutter something about only getting good seats if you donate a bunch of money under his breath, but she isn’t sure what exactly he means, so she ignores it.

“Do you know where dad’s going to be?” Sarah asks her uncle. She wants to know where to look, doesn’t want to miss a minute of this, and she’s dubbed herself unofficial photographer for the day, so she wants to make sure she knows where to point the camera at all times.

“Not yet, honey. We’ll keep our ears open, they usually announce each college as they come in, so we’ll know when to look for your dad,” Tommy reasons.

“Good plan,” Sarah nods in return, eyes focusing back on the field ahead.

Once it appears the seats have nearly filled, Sarah checks her trusty watch and sees the time has just passed 2:00, the scheduled start time for today’s ceremony. As if she triggered it herself, her head perks up as the sound of brass instruments rings out through the stadium, signaling the start of the ceremony. She watches the entrance of students intently, hoping to catch a glimpse of her dad.

Sarah turns in her seat and asks, “Uncle Tommy, can I have the camera, please?”

Tommy fishes in his pocket and pulls out the requested camera, placing it in Sarah’s open palm. “Yup, got it right here. You gonna be on photography duty today?” Tommy chuckles as he watches Sarah’s brows pull together just like her dad’s as she fiddles with the buttons on the camera until the settings are to her liking.

“You bet,” Sarah answers, poking her tongue between her teeth as she looks down at the small digital viewfinder. “Can’t see anything, gonna use the zoom and see if I can see any better through the screen.”

Tommy lets out a low whistle, “Smarty pants over here, did we forget your cap and gown? Shouldn’t you be down there?” He jokes and pokes her in the ribs to make her giggle.

“Uncle Tommy! Stop!” She laughs. “I’m trying to focus!”

“Alright, alright, kiddo. I’ll let you focus. Let me know if you find him.”

“Aye aye, captain,” Sarah salutes in return, earning a chuckle out of her uncle.

The McComb School of Business is announced and Sarah sits up a little straighter, refocusing her efforts to capture every important moment. She squints against the afternoon sun, determined to find her dad amongst the long line of pending graduates.

“There!” she points and Tommy follows her finger, trying to find what she’s seeing. “See his hat? I told him he needed to put something on it so we could find him and he told me to go wild, so I did. I knew that orange glitter glue would come in handy.”

Tommy spots him then, laughing when Sarah shows him the picture she’s snapped on the little screen, Joel’s graduation cap adorned with orange glitter glue that reads, “This old dog learned new tricks,” accompanied by two clip art dogs pasted on opposite corners.

“D’you come up with that all on your own, smarty pants?” Tommy asks her.

“Sure did,” Sarah chuffs. “Dad always says, “You can’t teach an old dog new tricks,” when he doesn’t want to learn stuff like the camera or the computer, so I thought it would be funny,” she finishes with a shrug. Tommy silently laughs, his shoulders gently shaking, and Sarah smiles to herself.

If there’s one thing Sarah will take away from this day it’s that graduation ceremonies are long and boring. There are about two minutes where she focuses intently as her dad’s row rises to make their way up to the stage. She diligently keeps the camera pointed his way, snapping pictures every so often. As he prepares to take the stage, she and Tommy stand from their seats.

“Joel Alejandro Miller,” the announcer reads. Sarah and Tommy whoop and cheer as Joel crosses the stage, Sarah keeping the camera trained on her dad, making sure to press the shutter a few times as he shakes hands with the chancellor and receives his diploma. The rest of the ceremony goes by relatively uneventfully, until the graduates are instructed to stand and change their tassels from right to left. There’s a murmur through the audience and then the students erupt in a spirited rendition of, “The Eyes of Texas.” Sarah smiles as she watches the new graduates laugh and sing, throwing arms around friends and pointing to the sky. Once the song ends, the graduates then whoop and throw their caps into the air, and Sarah raises the camera once more to snap a couple final pictures.

The crowd starts to dissipate, attendees making their way towards the exits to find their respective graduates. Sarah looks over the railing of the ramp as she and Tommy work their way down from their seats and watches as the mass of bodies move through the corridor, thinking about how they resemble a school of fish, almost liquid in the way they shift to accommodate obstacles in the hall.

After a few minutes of shuffling, she and Tommy find the exit out of the stadium, heading towards the spot they designated to meet Joel after the ceremony. Sarah spots him first, poking Tommy in the arm and pointing his way. Tommy nods in acknowledgement, giving her the okay to head over. She looks both ways to make sure the coast is clear before breaking out in a jog.

“Dad!” she calls, waving her arms to get Joel’s attention. His natural scowl drops the minute he sees her, face breaking out into a wide grin, and opens his arms as she rushes forward. Sarah meets him with force, earning a quiet, “Oof,” from her dad as she wraps her arms around his middle and hugs him tight.

“You did it! I’m so proud of you!” Sarah tells him, not letting go, but tipping her head back to look him in the eyes. If she notices the extra glimmer along his waterline, she doesn’t say anything. He pulls her in tighter, giving her small shoulders a squeeze, and Sarah feels the deep rumble of his laughter in her cheek.

“Thanks, babygirl. I’m so glad you came,” Joel tells her, rubbing up and down her back before letting her go from his embrace.

“Hey old man, proud of you brother,” Tommy greets Joel with a smile and a hug, the brothers exchanging firm pats on the back before separating. Joel gives him a half smile and thanks him for coming and for bringing Sarah.

Sarah steps back from their little group and realizes her dad has already taken off his cap and gown, and that just won’t do.

“Dad, where’s your hat and robe?” Sarah chides, putting her hands on her hips and giving him a serious look.

“It was hot, so I took them off,” Joel answers.

“Well, put them back on! We need to get pictures!” Sarah iterates, raising the camera in front of her dad’s face and giving it a shake.

Joel sighs, but relents. “Alright, alright, gimme a second, kiddo, then you can play photographer.” They find an open spot on the lawn and Sarah powers up the camera again, using the viewfinder to ensure the shot is lined up just right.

“Ok, 1, 2, 3…say, “Hook ‘em!”” Sarah says.

Joel smiles and entertains his daughter’s request. “Hook ‘em!” he says, smiling for the camera.

“Ok, this one, hold up your diploma,” Sarah requests and Joel again complies. “Can we do one more?” Sarah asks.

Joel gives her a nod, “Sure thing, honey.”

“Ok, this one, do the Hook ‘Em horns,” Sarah says and she does the gesture with her own small hand. Joel mimics his daughter and smiles for the camera as she snaps the picture. She pulls up the recent shots and turns the camera towards her dad to review them together, unaware that they’ve been watched for the last few minutes.

“Excuse me,” a soft voice interrupts Sarah and Joel from their scrolling and they look up to find a new member has joined their party.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to interrupt, I just saw your daughter taking pictures and I thought y’all might want a few together?” Wow, pretty, Sarah thinks as she assesses the stranger.

Joel clears his throat and Sarah turns her head to see her dad’s cheeks have flushed a new shade of pink as he stammers out a, “That’s awful kind of you, darlin’. Thanks for offerin’, we’d love that.” Sarah’s mouth ticks up into a smirk, the dimple she shares with her dad crescenting her cheek. She turns to Tommy and they share a knowing look.

“Thank you, ma’am. You just press this button here,” Sarah hands over the camera and shows the pretty stranger how to operate it.

“Got it, thanks, sweetie,” she replies before bringing the camera’s viewfinder up to her eye and lining up the duo. “Ok, big smiles,” she says and clicks the shutter. She smiles and moves the camera away from her face for a moment to direct, “How about we get one with both of you showing us your best “Hook ‘Em” next,” before once again snapping the photo. “Alright, let’s do one more. Gimme your best silly faces!” and she lets out a shimmering laugh as she presses the shutter a final time.

“Perfect,” she says to the small family, smiling and handing the camera to Joel, their fingers brushing briefly as the camera exchanges hands before both of their eyes lift to meet. Tension lingers only for a moment at the contact before they both let out breathy chuckles. The stranger lifts her hand and tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear, Joel’s gaze following the motion, Sarah’s gaze locked on her father.

“This was real kind of you, darlin’. Thanks again for helping us out,” Joel says, trying to extend the moment just a little longer.

“Oh, it was nothin’. My pleasure, really,” she replies in kind, waving him off, her gaze dropping shyly to the ground. “Well,” she continues, bringing her gaze back to Joel’s, “I better head back or my sister,” she turns her torso and gestures to where her party is standing and carrying on conversation, “will never let me hear the end of it, how I deserted her on her own graduation day after she spent torturous hours sitting through mine a few years back,” She chuckles softly and clasps her hands in front of her, kicking out one foot and cocking her hip slightly to the side.

“Alright, s'pose we better let you get on back then,” Joel replies. Sarah catches a sadness in her dad’s eyes at their pretty stranger’s words. “Thanks again…I know, I know, I’ll stop,” he laughs when she gives him a stink eye at his persistent gratitude. “Have fun with your family. And pass on our congrats to your sister.”

“I will,” she nods before taking a visible breath and waving goodbyes to the three Millers. She turns and heads back towards her own family. Sarah watches her dad watch her the entire time she goes, turning to Tommy and sharing an unspoken conversation before Tommy breaks the silence.

“Alright, brother, why don’t you say hi to your fancy college buddies before we head out. I’ll entertain the sprout for a few minutes. Then we can head out for ice cream,” Tommy says, pulling Sarah into his arms and giving her a soft noogie while she cringes good naturedly.

“Uncle Tommy! Stop, you’re going to mess up my hair!” Sarah complains. Tommy relents and Joel eyes the pair suspiciously, but ultimately agrees. He gives the camera back to Sarah for safekeeping, and she dramatically tells him she’ll protect it with her life. He laughs before leaving the pair on the lawn to find a few of his classmates and professors.

Once he’s out of eye and earshot, Sarah and Tommy form a quick plan and spring into action.

It’s getting late, the sun set, the evening sky dark and air heavy with the remaining heat and moisture from the day. Joel is sat in his makeshift home office at his messy desk, camera in hand, flipping through the pictures Sarah took earlier in the day. She got some pretty good shots, rolling his eyes and shaking his head fondly when he realizes how gaudy his cap looked from the crowd.

He gets to the pictures of he and Sarah together and smiles, loving how happy his little girl looks, how proud she clearly is of him, how much fun they have together. He tries and fails not to think of the beautiful woman who took those pictures earlier, of the jolt of electricity that zipped up his arm and ran through his heart when their fingers touched, and he especially tries not to think about how he never managed to get her name.

Just when he thinks he’s gotten to the end, the silly faces he and Sarah made only hours ago staring back at him through the small camera screen, he notices the number in the upper righthand corner. 24/25. There’s one more. He flips to it curiously, finding a special face looking back at him. A wide toothy smile, hair still tucked behind one ear, gorgeous little sundress that should have been illegal to wear out in public, and…holding a piece of paper? There’s something written on there and Joel desperately wants to know what it says, but for the life of him, he can’t remember how Sarah told him to work the goddamn zoom.

He flips to the picture before, of him and Sarah making silly faces, swallows his pride and prepares himself for the shit he knows he’s about to get from his daughter before bellowing out, “Sarah! Babygirl, can you come here, please? Need you to help me with the camera!”

Sarah bounds into the room, sly grin already plastered on her face. Joel holds out the camera and asks, “How do you work the zoom on this thing again?”

Sarah walks over to her dad and points out the buttons he needs to use. “These right here, the plus sign zooms in, the minus sign zooms out, and you use these,” she moves her finger down to the directional arrow buttons that form a small circle on the lower right side of the camera, “to move the picture around when you’re zoomed in. Make sense?”

“Clear as mud,” Joel replies, giving the buttons a try to make sure he has it before dismissing his daughter, thanking her for her help, and thinks he hears her mutter something about old dogs and new tricks as she leaves the room.

Joel turns his head to make sure Sarah isn’t hanging around before flipping back to the last picture on the digital version of a camera roll. He does as Sarah instructed, presses the plus button until the picture is zoomed in enough that he can read the paper being held up to the camera. No fucking way. He blinks, squints, rubs his eyes, and looks again, but his eyes did not deceive him. Written on the paper in a looping scrawl is undeniably a phone number. Joel leans back in his chair and brings his hand up to his mouth before pulling it down and resting on his lap. He stares at the screen for a moment in disbelief before letting out a low chuckle. He looks away from the screen and over towards the office entrance again, thinking about Tommy and Sarah and their insistence to hang back and let Joel congratulate his classmates and thank his professors.

“Son of a bitch,” Joel murmurs to himself. He shakes his head and looks back at the screen. He holds his gaze there for a minute, then one more, before he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his cell phone, punching in the number and hitting the green call button before he loses his nerve.

The line rings once, twice, three times, and Joel thinks maybe this was a mistake, calling a relative stranger after a brief (at most) meeting, but then the ringing stops and a newly familiar voice answers with a soft, “Hello?”

Joel smiles as his anxieties drift away, “Hey, darlin’. Nice to hear your voice again.”

END

Tagging some friends who might be interested: @5oh5 @javierpena-inatacvest @swiftispunk @sawymredfox

#holy shit i actually posted something #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #the last of us au #pre outbreak!joel #LJ writes #IT'S A TAG IT'S OFFICIAL

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gothoffspring · 1 year

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Hey, y'all! I'm finally back to posting cc and I couldn't be happier about it. Expect at least 1-2 recolors a month from now on! 🌞🌴

DETAILS:

This is a recolor of @madlensims's Elin Outfit. You must download the mesh in order for it to show up in your game.

There are 23 swatches total. It comes in mostly summer themed patterns, with a few wildcards towards the end. You also get 10 of my favorite plain colored swatches from the car park medley palette by @hagsims.

You can see some more CAS previews here and a completely unedited photo (no gshade/no edge smoothing) right here. (I was using colored lighting during my photoshoot and forgot to turn them off, hence the slight purple/pink hue)

Custom thumbnail included for the first swatch.

If you find any issues with this recolor at all, please let me know and I'll do my best to fix it.

Also, just sayin', this mesh works very well on fat sims. I even tried it with larger custom presets and there was still only minimal clipping! ❤️

CREDITS:

All patterns found via vecteezy/freepik, or possibly google images. All credit goes to the original pattern makers!

Thank you to @madlensims for this lovely mesh. I could not find a public TOU listed anywhere but I have seen people recolor madlen's shoes, which is why I'm kind of assuming they are alright with recolors. If not, I'll definitely remove this.

@public-ccfinds @mmfinds 💖

DL: SFS / MF

#ts4cc #s4cc #the sims 4 cc #the sims 4 custom content #sims 4 cc #ts4 download #ts4 custom content #mycc #you can tell so much abt me by this template truly #obsessed with weird spiky shapes #wants to slap obnoxious stickers on everything #overuses pixel fonts

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rhey-007 · 5 months

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Home is wherever I'm with You

Lance Stroll x best friend!reader

• | social media au

Summary: You're too oblivious to see your best friend's clear signs of attraction towards you, until he confesses his feelings after your unfortunate pregnancy and break up.

Warnings/Tags: female reader, sudden pregnancy, breakup, best friends to lovers

A/N: Enjoy the las post of this year! And happy 2024! Hopefully it will be a better year 🫠🥳

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚🍂˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

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•lance_stroll: someone got a little too drunk 🥂

•y/n._.l/n: I don't remember changing into my pj's 🧍‍♀️

→ •chloestroll: don't worry, he was too drunk to do that so I took care of you! 💞

→ •y/n._.l/n: thank you baby!

•estebanocon: I ain't partying with you anymore 💀 I woke up sleeping on top of Logan half naked...

→ •y/n._.l/n: you finally embraced your love for each other! How cute! 🥰

→ •estebanocon: -_-

→ •logansargeant: he almost crushed me...

→ •user1: we need to see this!

•user2: Yaaay! Another besties content! :3 ❤️‍🔥

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•y/n._.l/n: my best bubba 💪🤩

•lance_stroll: love you too! 🥰

→ •logansargeant: of course you do 😏

→ •lance_stroll: shut up

→ •user3: LANCE?! what does that mean???

→ •estebanocon: oh you know well what it means 😏

•user4: if it looks like just a friendship then I'm a tooth fairy 🧚

→ •user5: fr ain't no way they're just best friends

→ •user6: what do you mean? friends can act like that too 🤨

→ •user4: I think they also mean the way Lance looks at Y/N

→ •user6: which is?

→ •user4: full of love

→ •user6: ooooh

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•lance_stroll: my lil sis 💖

•user7: aaah I love their friendship 🥲🥹❤️‍🔥

→ •user8: we all do 😭

•user9: they are made for each other! when will they be together??? 😭

→ •user10: that's a fever dream... 🫠🥲

•chloestroll: my favorite sibling and dad's second fav child! 😍 (talking about Y/N ofc)

→ •lance_stroll: aha?! she ain't even related! >:(

→ •y/n._.l/n: stop being a whiny baby you knew that for a long time 🤭

•estebanocon: that ain't just friendship, you're not gonna fool no one

→ •user11: estie spitting FACTS 💥

→ •user12: •estebanocon spoliers maybe? when will they finally be together?

→ •estebanocon: idk you gotta ask Lance but hopefully soon >:(

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•y/n._.l/n: 🏕🌌🍃

•user13: why did you abandon Lance?! 😭

→ •y/n._.l/n: I didn't abandon him! :( he's still my bubba! 🥰

→ •user14: meanwhile Lance:

→ •user15: poor Lancey getting replaced by some no name :'(

→ •user16: WHY DOES Y/N HAVE TO BE SO OBLIVIOUS???

•user17: funny how her likes dropped the moment she started to date him lol bring Lance back!

→ •user18: I guess no one likes the new guy xD

→ •user17: also funny how Lance stopped liking her photos too

→ •user18: that's sad actually :(( poor Lancey 😭😣

•user19: BRINK BACK LANCE APPRECIATION POSTS❗❗❗

•user20: fuck some random ass Brandon, come back to Lance 😭

•user21: why you date this stupid ass Brandon when you can have THE LANCE STROLL???

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•y/n._.l/n: trip time! 🤗🥰🌄

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•y/n._.l/n: happy birthday to MEE!🤩🥳🔥

•user22: where Lancey at... :((

•user23: I hate how you forgot about Lance since Brandon appeared...

→ •user24: we all hate that ://

→ •y/n._.l/n: I didn't forget about him don't worry! He was just too busy to join us :((

→ •user24: too busy, yeah aint buying that, he probably didn't want to join and feel like a third wheel

→ •user25: why do I feel like it's actually true? 😭✋

→ •user24: cause it most probably is 😭😭😭

•chloestroll: happy birthday honey! 🥳💞

→ •y/n._.l/n: thank you dear! 💓

•user26: Lance didn't even comment a happy birthday as he usually would 🥲😢

→ •user27: tha man's heart is broken what do you expect???

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•lance_stroll: I've always loved you and I'm so so so happy to finally be your one and only 💖

I promise I'll never let the two of you down, I love you too much •y/n._.l/n 💞

•y/n._.l/n: I LOVE YOU TOO HBHUVBFEUBVUA 💞💞💞

•estebanocon: fucking finally! we told you you should've done that a long time ago but you never listen >:(

→ •logansargeant: exactly! >:(

→ •lance_stroll: 🙄

•user28: the two of you??? 🤨

→ •user29: that's suspicious... 🥸

•scottyjames31: FINALLY❗❗❗WHY THE HELL DID WE HAVE TO WAIT FOR SO LONG???

→ •lance_stroll: sorry buddy should've helped me more >:(

→ •user30: not Scotty helping Lance pick up Y/N 😭✋

•fernandoalo_oficial: my boy finally got his princess 😍

→ •y/n._.l/n: •lance_stroll you heard that? I'm your princess 👸💅👑

→ •lance_stroll: of course you are baby 💞

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•y/n._.l/n: I couldn't wish for a better boyfriend and a dad to my child. You were the first one to help me in those hard time when that motherfucker chickened out (broke up with me when I told him I was pregnant ON MY BIRTHDAY) and I'm so grateful to have you. I love you •lance_stroll and I'm so sorry for not noticing your obvious signs and ignoring your feelings 💞

•lance_stroll: it's okay honey 💖

•user31: so this is what Lance meant! You're pregnant! Congratulations! 🥳💖✨

•user32: Y/N'S PREGNANT??? NO WAY! CONGRATULATIONS!!!

•estebanocon: congrats Y/N! Can't wait to meet the baby!

→ •logansargeant: we're gonna be the best uncles ever! Promise 🤞💖🔥

→ •y/n._.l/n: you better be! >:(

→ •lance_stroll: ain't no way I'm gonna let them near the baby ✋

→ •estebanocon: why not? :(

•chloestroll: AAAHHCZRJMORS I'M GONNA BE AN AUNTIE 😍🎉

→ •y/n._.l/n: best auntie in the world! 😘

→ •chloestroll: of courseeeee 💅

•fernandoalo_oficial: my kids are getting kids... I'm so old... 🫠

→ •y/n._.l/n: you're not old pops! 😇

→ •user33: omg imagine Fernando and Lawrence as grandpas 😭

→ •user34: we HAVE to see it

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•y/n._.l/n: large and in charge 💪😎🦅

•lance_stroll: still the most beautiful person to grace the world! 😍😘💞

→ •logansargeant: and the most dangerous 💀

→ •y/n._.l/n: what you talking bout buu 🤭😊

→ •logansargeant: YOU'VE LITERALLY BIT ME CAUSE I DIDN'T GIVE YOU SWEETS

→ •user35: would've love to see that 😂

→ •estebanocon: she's a cinammonroll that could actually kill you 🥶

•chloestroll: SLAY MAMA❗🔥 💅

→ •y/n._.l/n: now's your turn 😏👉👉

→ •scottyjames31: 🫥

→ •chloestroll: SCOTTY WHAT DOES THAT MEAN???

→ •lance_stroll: •y/n._.l/n how is it that you always start other people's arguments? 🤔🤨

→ •y/n._.l/n: I'm an argument fairy 🤭🧚‍♀️

•user36: she still looks like a goddess! 🤩

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•y/n._.l/n: she's here! Meet our little ray of sunshine Celia! 😸👶💥

•astonmartinf1: congratulations! 🎉 baby sized merch is already on it's way!

→ •y/n._.l/n: thank you, you didn't have to! 😅

→ •astonmartinf1: of course we had! Our future miss driver should know what team to choose from her early days!

→ •lance_stroll: ain't no way I'll let her drive, she'll become a supermodel like her mommy should

→ •y/n._.l/n: aww stawp it 🤭🤗💖

•chloestroll: I want to hold her again 😭

→ •scottyjames31: me too! 🥹

→ •lance_stroll: HELL NAH you almost dropped her 😡😤

→ •scottyjames31: I didn't 👀 it was Chloe...

→ •user37: not Scotty almost dropping Celia 😂😭

•fernandoalo_oficial: can't wait to meet the littlest Stroll! 💖💞

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→ •user39: I want to be her 😭

•user40: love how they just turn into those pookie bears while with Celia 🤭😳

→ •user41: have you seen those videos when they met her for the first time? They literally melted!

→ •user40: I did! That was so wholesome! 😍

•lance_stroll: please don't hold her like that anymore 🙏 Y/N almost got a heart attack

•y/n._.l/n: I'm gonna kill you when we're back >:(

→ •logansargeant: what why?! We didn't do anything! 🤣

•user42: datxnotxzteb Logan sitting in Celia's cradle 🤧

→ •estebanocon: fun fact: he cried when Lance and Y/N came back and it was time to leave

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•y/n._.l/n: WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT WE LEFT YOU JUST FOR A FEW HOURS 💀

•lance_stroll: that's actually funny xD

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•user44: poor Celia 😭✋

→ •user45: what do you mean she seems to enjoy it! 😂

•user46: aaah she is so cute!

•user47: now I know why Lance didn't want Esteban and Logan near her XD

→ •user48: we should've predicted that 😂

•fernandoalo_oficial: told you to leave her with me 🧍‍♀️

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sageandravens · 11 months

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Heyyy!!

I read your “Help” post - (loved the title btw! lol) - and was wondering if you were still looking for prompts to get your feet under you with writing?

If not, no pressure! But if you are looking for something to write, I think having Bucky Barnes being protective over the reader when a creepy guy’s bothering them in the park would be EPIC!!

(Bonus points if they don’t know each other and he’s just pulling a “good samaritan”).

Again, only if you want to! I know getting a flood of writing prompts can be overwhelming, so only do what you want to do.

I look forward to reading more from you! Whether it’s this prompt or not. 💖

A/N:: I got a little carried away with this! I just could not stop writing! I hope this is what you had in mind!

My Hero

Summary: Bucky comes to your aid at Central Park.

Featuring: Sam Wilson

Warnings: cursing, stalking, violent behavior.

Word count: 2821

Walking through Central Park you breathed in the smell of the flowers alongside the walkways. The late summer breeze cools your heated skin making you sigh in relief, you’re glad that you opted for your sunflower patterned sundress. You had always made an effort to walk the park at least three times a week if not more when your schedule allowed, being your own boss made it possible the majority of the time. But being a family photographer you often have to work around other peoples schedules.

The early evening was your favorite time to walk around the park. The golden hue the sun casted painted a beautiful picture before you. The park has always been your go to location for your business, the scenery always the perfect backdrop for your clients.

You passed couples on a romantic walk, families taking a stroll for some fresh air, tourists taking in all the different statues in the park, and people like you who were taking in the splendor of Central Park. Walking down the path, you passed a man who had happened to catch your eye and smiled politely at him. The man smiled back and gave you a small nod and you continued on with your routine.

You continued along the walking path, checking out different areas of the park that seemed to have the potential to be new scenery for family photos. Checking out every possible angle, before scrunching your nose and moving on to the next area. You stopped at a bench surrounded by Black-eyes Susan’s, tilting your head side to side as you examined its potential. A prickling sensation creeped up the back of your neck, the feeling of being watched interrupted your scrutiny of the bench. Looking around your surroundings, you took in the other families and tourists minding their own business. Your eyes landed on the man you had smiled at earlier. You didn’t pay him no mind, crossing off your weird feeling as just unnecessary paranoia. It wasn’t uncommon for people to coincidentally take the same path as you.

Marking that bench on your list of possible spots for your clients, you continued on your path. You stopped in front of another area admiring the rose bushes in front of you. You pushed away the feeling of foreboding to the back of your mind as it prickled up the back of your neck once again.

As you continued on with your silent judgment, you failed to hear the steps coming closer and closer to you.

“Shit!” You exclaimed as you felt a large hand tap on your shoulder, pulling you swiftly out of your thoughts.

“Sorry! Sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you!” Turning yourself around you came face to face with the man that has been walking the same path as you for the past half hour. His hands held up in front of him in an apologetic, placating manner.

“Uhm..it’s alright, I guess I was just too deep in thought for a minute there.” You shrugged. “Was there something you needed?”

“Yeah! Uh,” he started rubbing the back of his neck, to the movement of his other hand clenching and unclenching had caught your eye.

“I-I just felt like I should get to know you, when you smiled at me back at the entrance. I felt a pull towards you.” He said giving you a sheepish smile.

“A pull…?” You quirked a brow at him.

“Yeah, your smile it invited me to come talk to you,” he said as he gave you a half smile.

An uneasy feeling crept into your mind as you looked at him, his body language seemed relaxed and carefree but his eyes held something different. To an untrained eye, the man seemed to come of as a genuinely kind person. But to you, a photographer, you had an eye for detail and reading people’s body language. This ability helped you in your business capturing and expressing feelings through your art.

To you his eyes held darkness. His eyes held danger.

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Sam decided that Bucky needed a change in surroundings, getting tired of seeing Bucky doing the same routine over and over, day in and day out. Never straying from his comfort zone, it was always gym, Yori’s, or missions. His cyborg best friend never seemed to take a break.

It took some constant nagging, but Sam managed to convince the Tin-man to take a trip to Central Park.

“Stop acting your age, man. Enjoy the scenery,” Sam stopped next to some potted flowers. “And smell the roses.” He smirked.

“Haha, funny.” Bucky deadpanned. “Those aren’t even roses.”

“Man, you need a break. You’ve been running yourself ragged lately.” Sam gave Bucky a serious look. “I know you’re a super soldier but, even super soldiers need a break.”

“I’m fine, Sam.” Bucky shrugged off Sam’s concern, choosing to walk down a path with two families, one guy, and a woman wearing a sunflower sundress.

“Whatever, I know you’re not fine but, I’m not going to push you. Just enjoy the less claustrophobic part of the city.” Sam followed beside him, nudging Bucky’s side. “And relax!”

Bucky rolled his eyes as they strolled along, he won’t admit to Sam that he was right. He needed to relax and start taking a break every so often but, telling Sam that he was right was akin to sinning to him.

The two walked along the path admiring the scenery and breathing in the fresher less polluted air. Sam asked Bucky questions about Central Park in the forties and Bucky told Sam a story of how he tried to teach Steve how to ice skate one winter in the thirties.

The whole time Bucky didn’t take Sam’s advice and relax, his years in the Army and being a brainwashed assassin for Hydra has trained him to always be on his guard and aware of his surroundings. So when he noticed a man, following and staring at the woman in the sunflower sundress he steered their “relaxing” stroll through the park behind the suspicious man.

Sam was completely oblivious to what Bucky was doing. Whenever the woman stopped to look at flowers, or a statue Bucky stopped, pretending to admire and take in his surroundings, listening to Sam ramble on, all the while keeping an eye on the man who never took his eyes off the woman in the sunflower dress. Minutes went by as he managed to continue his secret surveillance.

“She’s cute.” Sam’s statement caught him off guard, causing him to turn his full attention to his friend.

“What?”

“I said, she’s cute. You’ve been checking her out the majority of the time we’ve been here. I’m not oblivious.”

I’m not so sure about that, bud. Bucky thought.

“I’m not checking her out,” Bucky another glance at you, he won’t admit to Sam that he did think you were pretty cute with your (y/e/c) eyes and your (y/h/c) hair glowing in the evening sun, and how your sundress seemed fit your body beautifully.

“You’re literally checking her out right now, man.” Sam grinned. Bucky looked back at Sam to glare at him, he opened his mouth to say something smart until a yell caught his attention.

“Shit!”

Bucky looked on, as your hand flung to your chest, he could hear your heart beating faster from being startled by the man that has been following you. Bucky glared at the man who was so close to you now, watching as you interacted with him, watching as he noticed you become more and more uncomfortable with that man’s presence. Bucky’s eyes focused on the man clenching his fist, and how his eyes turned darker by the minute. Bucky positioned himself at the ready, waiting for the moment he needed to intervene.

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“Uh, well,” you cleared your throat out of nervousness, the man’s words sent warning signals straight to your brain. “ I’m sorry, but I wasn’t really inviting you to anything. I was just being polite.”

“Oh..,” the man replied. His head tilting to the side, you felt like the man’s eyes were trying to stare directly into your soul, willing you to stay and talk with him longer.

“I should get going, I’m supposed to go meet some friends soon.” You lied, taking a step back letting the man know that the awkward interaction had ended. The man took another step forward, reaching towards you and you glared.

“Sir, I’m done talking with you, I need to go.” Quickly you turned around heading for the path that will take you to the closest exit. But once you turned around you felt your shoulder being tugged back towards the now violent man.

“Now, listen here you little bitc-“ you stumbled back as the hand that grabbed you was suddenly ripped away from your body. You felt your body being steadied by someone and looked to your side and your eyes widened.

Sam Wilson? Captain America?

Yelling interrupted your shocked thoughts and looked towards where the man who was harassing you was, to see him being held up by his shirt by a very muscular man, with a very recognizable arm holding him against a tree.

Bucky Barnes? Am I imagining being rescued by superheroes right now?

“I think it’s because I’m old fashioned, but I don’t think that’s how you flirt with women.” Bucky growled in the man’s face. You watched as realization dawned on the man’s face as his flesh went from a healthy pink tone to completely white.

“The Winter Soldi-“ Bucky cut the man off by throwing him against the tree again. A wheezing cough escaping the creeps mouth.

“I should drag you to the nearest precinct and have you explain how you harassed and attacked this nice lady over here in the middle of the park, but I’m not gonna do that.” He said darkly as he got closer to the man’s face. Bucky’s face was nothing but pure rage, the moment he saw the man reach for your shoulder, he saw red. It was as if the Winter Soldier had once again taken over his mind and he just acted on instinct, the creep had become his mission.

“Bucky,” Sam warned.

“No, I’m not gonna do that.” His voice turned dark and dangerous. “I’m gonna give you a warning,”

You watched in awe, as you watched the man have the fear of God placed in this man’s mind by a super soldier. Bucky Barnes was absolutely terrifying when pushed off.

“If I hear about, or see you harassing another innocent woman in this park,” Bucky dug through the man’s pockets and found his wallet and pulled out his I.D. with one hand and smirked.

“Mark. Then I will personally make sure that not even a prison cell will keep you safe. I will come for you, I promise. ” Bucky pushed against the man, backing away watching as the man slumped to the ground. Bucky gave one more look to the man’s I.D. and committed all the information to memory before placing it back into the wallet and throwing it back at Mark.

The three of you watched as Mark pulled himself up from the ground. Fear exuded from every pore on his body before turning around and running for the exit.

You were still wide-eyed with shock, gripping tightly onto Sam’s bicep when you felt Bucky’s flesh hand gently touch your shoulder. Snapping out of it you looked into his cerulean eyes that were once filled with rage, now looking at you in concern.

“You alright, Doll?” He softly asked. You nodded still dumbfounded with the fact that two heroes just came to your aid, gathering your wits once again you verbally responded to his question.

“Yeah, yes, yes I am. Thank you!” You let out a big breath, releasing all the tension and stress that Mark the Creep placed there.

“Seeing as you are okay now, miss…?” Sam said fishing for your name.

“(Y/N)” you answered.

“(Y/N), I’m going to head out, Buck, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Sam turned his attention to you. “Stay safe, Should let Mr. Hero here walk you home.” Sam winked at Bucky without you noticing, while Bucky glared back at him.

“Uh, if that’s not a problem, I mean. If you don’t have anywhere to be and it’s not out of your way, I can walk myself home.” You stammered, feeling a flush start at the tips of your ears.

“Oh, he’s got nowhere to be, right buddy?” Sam had a shit eating grin on his face at this point much to Bucky’s chagrin.

“Right,” Bucky sighed. “I’ll walk you home, Miss. (Y/n).”

Sam walked away down another path in the park heading back to his apartment, chuckling to himself. Hoping that ditching his best friend managed to get a new friend, or even as more in (Y/N).

Hell, I just hope Buck just gets her number.

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You and Bucky walked side by side through the rest of the park heading towards the subway on your journey back to your apartment in awkward silence. Several times you had opened your mouth to engage him in conversation, or even just to say thank you once again for coming to your rescue, but no noise came out of your mouth.

Bucky had noticed your attempts to talk to him during your walk, chalking it up to nerves. He knows you know who he was and what he has done in the past, everyone knew. But what he didn’t know was if you were part of the majority that was afraid of him. So Bucky stayed silent, not wanting to scare you off, he was still a little on edge from scaring off your attacker and didn’t want to scare you off as well if he happened to answer something you asked too harshly.

The longer you walked with Bucky the more relaxed you became, eventually standing up straighter with your eyes ahead and your natural smile back on your face. In return your walking partner also began to relax, your soft presence easing his anxiety and edginess.

“So, where’s your apartment?” His deep voice gains your attention.

“In Brooklyn.” You replied making a mental note that you liked the sound of his voice.

“Well, I guess you’re not out of my way then.” He smiled.

The two of you took the subway back to your apartment building in Brooklyn talking the whole time, Bucky found that he quite liked being in your company. Your sweet nature and easy going personality felt like a balm to his wounded mind. Time seemed to speed up during the journey back to your apartment and Bucky frowned when he realized that the two of you made it back to your apartment. Bucky was so wrapped up in his conversation to you that he didn’t even remember making it to Brooklyn.

“I happen to love the name James!” Bucky stared at you, liking the way that his first name sounded coming out of your mouth.

“Well, with the way it sounds coming out of your mouth, you can call me James any time you want, doll.” Bucky grinned as he noticed the flush reappear on your face.

It’s not the forties anymore, but I can still make a girl blush.

Bucky realized that this is where he leaves you, he panicked a little inside as he didn’t want to stop talking to you. He found that being around you was easy and he didn’t want to let that go. So biting the bullet Bucky blurted.

“Canigetyournumber?”

“What?” You giggled watching as his face turned to pink along his cheeks. Bucky took a deep breath and repeated himself much slower this time.

“Can I get your number?” He brushed his hand through his hair nervously. “So, in case that guy bothers you again, or to talk, maybe hangout?”

You giggled again watching him squirm.

“I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t want to. Especially after what happened at the park today. I wouldn’t be offended if you turned me dow-“ you had placed your hand across his mouth cutting him off.

“Yes.”

“Yes?” It had sounded muffled with your hand across his mouth. You removed your hand revealing a grin across his face.

“Yes! You can have my number.” You laughed.

You both exchanged numbers, editing his contact to read My Hero, both promising to text each other the next day to compare schedules in order to meet with each other again. You both said goodbye and when you finally closed and locked your door Bucky made his way back to his own place.

Bucky laid back on his bed with his grin still plastered on his face.

He won’t admit it, but Sam was right. He needed a break, and now he has a reason to take one

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Whoooo! This is my longest one yet and it’s once again almost 2am when posting! 😅 what’s sleep anyway?

#bucky barnes #winter soldier #bucky barnes x female reader #james bucky barnes #bucky x y/n #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x female reader #bucky x you #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky fic #bucky fanfic #bucky barns fanfiction

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enchantedgrunge · 10 months

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💖 Snapshot (Idol!Hyunlix x Reader) 💖

Chapter One - The Beginning - MDNI

Paring: Idol!Lee Felix x Reader x Idol!Hyunjin (Some Hyunlix action)

Word Count: 1.6k (I hope this isn’t too long!) 🫣

Warnings: I don’t think there are many maybe cursing? And some feelings of being too much for people?? Please let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: Hello! This is my first ever written out fan fiction and I hope that it does well and is received well. Also, I am really bad a synopsis or intros so I will not be including one of those for this! If I do end up writing one, I will include it at that point and time! Enjoy! :) Oh, I want to note that Y/N speaks Korean fluently so everything she says to the kids is in Korean! If something is said in English, I will show that by having it bolded and italicized. Also, I refer to the group of them as “the kids” quite often! Let me know in a comment or an ask if you want to be a part of the taglist! Current no smut is present in this but there will be in the future MDNI ONLY. If I cannot find your age on your account, I will most likely block you! Thanks for understanding!

*Y/N POV*

You had been working as a photographer in Seoul, SK for about 2 years. You mostly did freelance photography and some bigger gigs, enough to make a name for yourself. You started to work with a few fashion brands in the past few months but nothing ever stuck or felt right. You were job hunting when you noticed JYPE was looking for a new traveling photographer / videographer for one of their KPOP groups. The name was not disclosed due to privacy reasons and wanting only serious applicants.

“Oi what the hell?” You said as you filled out the application sending over your resume as well as your portfolio. Little did you know, you were already under consideration for the position due to Bang Chan having found your work on Instagram and brought your photos to JYP saying he liked the style and thinks it would fit well for them and their next comeback.

A few days later you received an email from JYPE offering you the position you applied for and inviting you to an in-person interview. You stare at the screen in shock for a few moments unsure if this is really happening. You laugh to yourself and quickly type out a reply and scheduling your interview for the next day at 10am.

The next day comes and to say you were nervous was an understatement. You got dressed in a white sweater with a plaid pair of pants that fit your curves. You added a bag and a pair of sneakers since you do have to walk to the JYPE building.

(Y/N is a bit curvier than this in my head but feel free to picture them differently)

You arrive at the building and are greeted by a receptionist. “Hello, can I help you?” she asked with a soft smile. Her soft features were a welcoming sight. You gave a warm smile back as well, “Hi, yes my name is y/n and I am here for an interview.” The receptionist typed something into her computer and nodded. “Yes ma’am, I will let them know you are here, they will be out momentarily.” You needed and sat down in the lobby looking at your phone occasionally trying to control your breathing and doing a few calming techniques you have learned. A man comes down the hall he has a stern expression but just seems more serious rather than mean. “Hello, Mrs. Y/L/N?” You stand up and smile at the stranger, “Yes hello” you bow politely and then shake the man’s hand. “My name is Yeo-sun, but you can call me Yeo.” He leads you down a long hallway to an interview room.

“So, I am going to get right to the point Y/N, we want you to be a photographer and videographer for the KPOP group Stray Kids, have you heard of them?” Your mouth falls open momentarily before you nod. “Yes, I have they’re one of my favorites.” He nods and smiles, “Good that means you will be up to date on a lot of their information, but we still have some prepared. Basically, just a list of likes and dislikes when it comes to photos as well as video aspects.” You nod and continue to discuss the position, and everything involved, including the fact that you would be living in the same space as the kids. However, you would have your own dorm and bathroom, but you would just share common spaces like a living room and kitchen. This was to make it easier for you to film behind the scenes content as well as help with live streams and any other aspects the guys needed help in. This was also a bit of a PA job which you noticed. You could not turn down this opportunity and it honestly seemed like a fun time; you just hoped the kids were as nice in person as they seemed online.

“Are you ready to start today?” Yeo asked and you nodded. “I left my camera at home but if you have equipment for me to use, I’d be more than happy to start today.” You said as you fiddled with the strap of your bag and Yeo smiled at you kindly. “We have plenty of equipment but once you move here you will be welcome to use your own equipment.” Yeo said before standing from the conference table “follow me.”

Yeo led you out from the room and went down to the dance studio explaining to you this is where the guys should be at this time. You braced yourself giving yourself a small pep talk before you both walk into the studio. The lights are dimmed some, but Yeo turns them up making the 8 men in front of you stop what they are doing.

“Oi Yeo-Hyun why the sudden assault” the aussie leader you know as Bang Chan laughed. “Ah, good to see you too Chan, this is Y/N the new photographer and videographer.” Chan walked up to greet you. “Oh! Glad to see everyone took my advice! Hi Y/N, big fan of your work, I recommended you to the staffing agents” Chan said with a bright smile that was contagious, you found yourself smiling brightly as well. “Oh, you’ve seen my work? That is so kind of you. I am also a fan of your work.” You said with a smile causing the others to laugh and Chan’s ears to go a bit red.

“Hi I’m Han!” The man bounded over and shook your hand smiling brightly. You loved his smile; it was something you admired about him from afar. Each of the guys came up to greet you, you expected a lot of hugs and laughs which you got. However, the one person you expected to be the touchiest barely shook your hand. Lee Felix. “Hello, I’m Felix, you can call me Felix or Yongbok like some of the other members do.” He said simply and did a little bow as he shook your hand. “Hi, I’m Y/N as stated” you giggled softly at his formality, but he shied away and stood back by his members. “I hope you all come to trust me, since I will be with you and living in the same area as you.” You laughed and so did the others as they all sat down to take a breather from dancing. You looked over and grabbed some bottles from the fridge before handing them out to the guys. “Ah! Y/N you didn’t have to do that!” Chan laughed but took the bottle chugging it as they all did. You smiled brightly and just laughed fidgeting with the camera Yeo had given you before he left.

You sat down on the couch as the kids began to practice again. They were practicing for the new comeback, one you had only heard about via twitter. You were smiling and bobbing along to the music that you had not heard before. You hummed quietly and began to move around the practice space taking some behind the scenes photos that the boys could post on bubble or that could be posted as teasers for a practice room video.

*Felix POV*

He couldn’t keep his eyes off you, he was trying but it was hard. He watched as you moved around the studio taking photos and laughing when the other members interacted with you. It was like you had been with them since the beginning laughing and joking around with one another. You were beautiful. God, he was worried about showing affection to you like the other members. He normally didn’t think much about his preference to skinship, but that was before yesterday. He had overheard some other staff speaking about his over affection and how it made them uncomfortable. That was the last thing he ever wanted to do to someone. He knows what it’s liked to be uncomfortable when someone is touching or hugging on you, and it broke his heart that he made someone feel that way. So, he decided would just stay back and watch and be nice but not overly friendly.

*Y/N POV*

You felt accepted and safe with the kids despite being there for maybe 3-4 hours. The kids really made you laugh and feel like you were friends for years, however, something you didn’t expect was the distance Felix was keeping from you. You had always thought he was the most affectionate person, having talked about skinship and being one to show it more than others. He was always seen cuddling, hugging and touching the members and honestly it hurt a bit that he wasn’t that way with you. Did he not like you? Did you make a bad first impression? You tried to be respectful and kind, hopefully it was just new person jitters. Your thoughts began to spiral as you were thinking of all the mistakes you could have made.

“Hey Y/N are you a stay?” You hear Jeongin’s laugh, and it broke you out of your downward spiral of thoughts. You smiled up at him, since you were now sitting on the floor after getting some cool shots of the kids dancing. “Oh yeah I am, I’ve been following you guys since your debut.” You laugh feeling your face heat up a bit as they all look at you a bit shocked. “I uhm, really enjoy all of the work you guys put into keeping stays happy.” Your ears began to heat as Jeongin’s laugh broke your thoughts again. His smile so big his eyes were almost closed. “Oh, that's good!” he said as he sat down on the couch chuckling to himself.

Minho sat up from his position laying on the floor “Who is your bias then?” he asked with a smirk as your cheeks flared again so much you felt the flush going up your neck. “Ah I don’t think I should really talk about that.” You said getting nervous as you played with the setting on the camera again trying to stop blushing. “Ah come on Y/N pleaseeeeeeee tell us?” Han whined throwing you a bit of puppy eyes. You laughed and shook your head looking around and realizing this was going to be a fun job.

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norththelemon · 6 months

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Commission for @craftingwithamyc on ig!! He glowing he a sunshiney boy.

7x7.5” gouache on mixed media paper.

We had a lot of fun with this! We made a Pinterest board together and Curated some of our Favorite Pedge Vibes until we landed on this photo of him from Malta and I couldn’t be more pleased with the outcome.

He’s on his way to her in the UK now and I’m incredibly nervous about my child being en route to his new home across the world from me, (send him protective vibes!) but I’m also so incredibly grateful I get to make art for people so far from me so thank you thank you thank you.

My commissions are still open if you want to keep allowing me to send cozy art around the globe, i am more than happy to paint you a Pedro or anyone you can dream up. Just send me a message here or on my ig @north.the.lemon.

More stickers coming to my shop by next Monday so keep your eyes peeled! See you soon💖

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanart #art #fanart #pedro #gouache #artist #gouache art #portrait #pedro pascal commission #I love you all I love you I love you

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1waveshortofashipwreck · 4 months

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Should've Been Born Later, Nix - Chapter 5: The Rude Awakening

Easy Company x Fem!OCs

Chap. Synopsis: What will happen when Easy Company starts looking for answers?

Words: 3,647

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Author's Note: CHAPTER 5 LET'S GOOOOOO!!!! Be on the lookout for a POLL concerning Chapter 6!! Love each of you to the moon and back 💖💕

In Zay’s room, Roe and Luz were tucking themselves into the pull-out couch at the foot of Zay’s bed. Dick was still standing next to the bed, unable to believe that is where he’s about to sleep. Zay’s room was a little bit cluttered, but the men saw it as cozy. Photos of her loved ones, as well as posters of her favorite musicians and TV shows, adorned the walls around them - a string of lights lined the top of the walls, creating soft, warm light. “Captain Winters, Zay will be suspicious if you’re not in bed when she gets back,” George said to his CO, Roe nodding in agreement. Dick let out a quiet laugh and shook his head.

“I can’t believe this is happening, Luz,” Dick replied. Eugene and George smiled at their captain - it was not often that he was at a loss for what to do. Winters always had everything together - he is, has been, and always will be, the best leader Easy Company has ever seen. Seeing Winters in a state of nerves and disbelief only added to the unreality of the boys’ situation.

Hearing the doorknob turn jolted the boys out of their collective thoughts. Zay slipped through the door before shutting it behind her, smiling at the boys. “Can I get anyone anything?” she asked sweetly, looking at the soldiers in her care.

“We’re perfect, ma’am, thank you,” Eugene responded with a smile. His cajun accent was thick in his words, awakening the butterflies in Zay’s stomach. In an attempt to cover up her fluster, she turned to look at captain Winters, who still was not in bed. Her eyebrows rose as she looked at the captain.

“Dick! Get in bed! You must be exhausted!” Zay instructed the officer, worried about him. Winters blushed, no one’s ever worried about him like this before. It was… nice? “If it makes you feel better, you take the bed and I can sleep on the flo-” Zay did not get to finish her statement.

“Out of the question,” Dick interrupted, using a stern tone but a sweet smile.

“Then get your butt in the bed,” Zay replied in a similar fashion - her tone said she was serious but her smile gave her away. Dick’s eyes widened, not expecting Zay to refer to his backside. Eugene and George could not help but laugh at the situation before them. Winters exchanged a glance with the two before hesitantly sitting on Zay’s bed. “Under the covers, captain,” Zay instructed - her apartment gets cold at night, and she knew he would be absolutely frozen otherwise.

Dick kept an indignant eye contact with Zay as he shifted his legs beneath the comforter - it was sky blue and decorated with a watercolor seascape. “Thank you,” Zay responded to his action, getting under the covers herself. She plugged her phone in on her bedside table, ensuring her alarm was set before looking back at the boys. “I set my alarm for 7 tomorrow morning, so you might hear my phone play some music,” She informed them, leaning back over to flip the switch off her string lights, bathing the room in a comforting darkness. The only light was the dim rays of the moon gently streaking in through the curtains on Zay’s windows. “Don’t be afraid to wake me up if y’all need anything ok?” she called out into the darkness.

“Alright, none of us are gonna do that though, Zay,” Luz replied, earning a laugh from Dick and Eugene. While Zay said nothing, everyone could feel her playfully roll her eyes at George’s response.

“Sleep well, y’all,” Zay spoke to the room, a chorus of “good night” and “you too” coming from the three boys. Luz and Roe seemed to pass out before they knew it, while Winters laid on his back, counting the glow-in-the-dark stars on Zay’s ceiling. “You doing okay?” Zay whispered when she saw Dick was still awake.

He turned his head to face her with a soft smile, “Yeah, I’m okay.” His words were reassuring, but Zay saw something else behind his eyes.

“Are you sure?” Dick did not want to put his worries on their hostess, but her question felt so honest, so genuine. She really wanted to help.

Dick took a beat before responding, “I’m worried about my men… I don’t know how to get them back to Bastogne, if we can get to Bastogne… and then there’s the men that are still there, three of their leaders are here - me, Nixon, and Speirs; it’s just… it’s so much at once.” Zay nodded in understanding, giving Dick the space to share how he felt. “I just don’t know where to even start.” Dick returned his gaze to the ceiling. He felt the same worry and overwhelm he did earlier, but it was somewhat… lighter.

“It sounds terrible… you’re a good leader though, Dick, and you’ve earned the trust of your soldiers. No matter what, I know you and your men will be okay,” Zay replied quietly. Dick’s heart swelled at her words, the encouragement meaning more than she knew. Dick turned his body to face the girl.

“Thank you for saying that,” he whispered, just barely able to make out her blue eyes. Before she could respond, Winters continued, “it seems like you know a lot about me, but I don’t know that much about you.”

“Oh, there’s not much to know, really,” Zay rambled a bit, caught off-guard by Winters.

“I know that’s not true,” he retorted - he wanted to know everything about her. Zay suppressed a nervous giggle, thanking the darkness for hiding her flustered state. No one’s been interested in Zay like this for a long time.

“Alright, what do you want to know?”

“Well, how did you come to work at the hospital?”

“Well, I always wanted to do something that helps people, and I wanted to do something with kids, too. So when I saw I could be a pediatric nurse, I just fell in love. I went to school down the road for nursing, and now I’m working in the children’s wing of the hospital. I’ve been in Raleigh since 2017, so about six years now, and I’ve been working at the hospital for about three years. The shifts are long, and it’s hard sometimes, but so incredibly rewarding.” Winters hung on her every word. To Dick, Zay could be reading a manual for how to program some intricate technology that is too complicated for him to understand, but he would listen to her read it cover to cover. The two continued talking, sharing life stories, and discussing the silliest topics well into the night.

By the time 7am rolled around, the pair had only gotten maybe three or four hours of sleep, certainly much less than they had intended. Zay’s phone began to play its music, rousing the four to consciousness. Luz was the first to wake up - he sat up and stretched his arms above his head as he blinked the sleep from his eyes. Roe stirred when he felt the movement next to him, immediately shooting awake when he noticed Zay and Dick. The two were still sleeping - Winters had his arm around Zay, who was fast asleep on the captain’s chest.

“You think they meant to do that, doc?” George asked the medic beside him, snickering at the sight of Zay and Winters.

“Can’t say I do, Luz,” the cajun whispered back, processing the sight before him. While both soldiers had smiles on their faces, each of them felt a pinch of jealousy, wishing that he was the one Zay was laying on. The more Zay’s phone played the music, the more the two sleeping stirred. Finally, the captain and the nurse opened their eyes, blinking the sleep away as they realized how they were laying. The two immediately jumped back from each other in surprise before Zay scrambled up to turn off her alarm.

“Morning everyone,” Zay greeted the boys quietly, cheeks beet red and eyes glued on her phone. A chorus of “morning”s replied to the nurse as she went to her dresser to pick out clothes for the day. “I’m… um… I’m gonna go shower, then I’ll grab clothes for y’all,” Zay sputtered out as she quickly shuffled past the soldiers and out her bedroom door. The door shut behind Zay, leaving the men in an atmosphere of awkwardness and discomfort. George, filled with either bravery or stupidity, was the first to speak.

“How’d you sleep captain?”

Winters, standing next to the bed, kept his eyes fixated on the sheets in front of him, arms crossed in front of his chest. He gave a small nod before responding quietly, “I slept fine, Luz, thank you.” Luz nodded his head silently as he sat on the pullout couch next to Roe. The three simply existed in that space until Zay returned, clothes for the men in tow. She was wearing a black t-shirt with another unfamiliar logo for something called “AC/DC.” The nurse paired the shirt with a pair of black denim shorts, the hem of which was barely visible under the shirt.

“I picked out some clothes for y’all, they should fit but if they don’t I have others,” Zay mused as she put three sets of t-shirts and jeans on her bed. “The shower is immediately on your left coming out of my room, I’m gonna make coffee for everyone.” She quickly turned on her feet and made her way to the kitchen without making eye contact with any of the soliders. The rest of the morning continued like this until almost all of the men were showered, dressed, and ready to go. All of the soldiers were wearing a form of jeans and t-shirts, opting to use their army-issued boots for footwear.

“That is the best shower I’ve ever had,” Guarnere mentioned as he walked into the living room, still drying his hair with his towel. He was greeted by Zay with a fresh cup of coffee, muttering a thank you before taking a large swig. Winters walked in front of the group and faced his men, doing a silent headcount before letting out a small chuckle.

“We’re still missing Lew, and your sister I think,” Dick reported to Zay, smiling down at her. Zay simply returned his smile and rolled her eyes.

“That sounds like Chrys, she's a night owl. Why don’t we go see if we can wake them up?” Zay asked, turning her body to face the hallway while keeping her eyes on Dick. The captain’s smile grew wider as he followed their hostess to the other bedroom. Zay slowly cracked open Chrys’ bedroom door, curiously peeking her head in. Winters copied her action, the two looking as if they were in a Scooby Doo episode, snooping around a haunted house. When the pair looked into the bedroom, there was quite the sight. Chrys and Lewis were in her bed, sheets mangled every which way, both kids spread out like starfish across the bed. Chrys’ head was at the foot of the bed, with her foot pressing into Nixon’s cheek as he snored the morning away. Both Zay and Dick struggled to suppress their laughs at the sight, the girl snapping a quick picture before tiptoeing into the room.

Dick went over to Nixon’s side of the bed, shaking his best friend’s shoulder. “Lew, it's time to get up, we gotta get going.”

“Go away,” Nixon muttered into Chrys’ foot, barely even conscious.

“Nix, c'mon, time to get up,” Dick replied, a bit firmer and louder, giving Nixon a hearty smack on his side. Nixon merely rolled over to his stomach and resumed his snoring. Meanwhile, Zay had been trying to do the same with her twin.

“Chrys, it's time to get up!” She said sweetly, gently shaking her shoulder like Dick did to Nixon. Zay received a similar reply, Chrys simply adjusting her arms before resuming her sleep. The pair stared at their sleeping counterparts for a moment, brainstorming how to get them out of bed. After a moment, Zay looked up at Dick, a mischievous smirk on her face. “I have an idea.”

After some preparation, Zay was standing at the foot of Chrys’ bed, holding the showerhead from the bathroom attached to Chrys' room. Dick and Zay had managed to extend the shower head so that Zay could hold it and aim it at the sleeping pair. “Are you sure about this?” Winters called out hesitantly from the bathroom, prepared to turn on the shower.

“Absolutely! It works every time!” Zay replied cheerfully. She held her arms out in front of her as if she was a sniper aiming at her target before calling out to Winters, “Fire when ready!” Dick took a deep breath before turning on the faucet, hearing the water flow through the extended hose before spraying all over Chrys and Nixon. Zay had turned the shower head to a higher pressure setting, water shooting out like liquid ammunition. The two sleepyheads leapt out of bed quicker than lightening, the cold water shocking their systems awake. Chrys jumped from her bed and onto the floor, shaking her wet hair off of her face. Nixon was standing on the opposite side of the bed, still trying to process what just happened. Zay was sure she heard the man mutter under his breath, “not again…” Dick quickly turned the water off and ran out to see what was going on, holding back a laugh at Nixon’s bamboozled state.

“Azaela,” Chrys started, voice low and groggy with sleep, “you know I hate it when you do that.” Chrys shot her sister a look that could have obliterated a thousand people to dust. Zay simply shot her sister a soft smile.

“Got you out of bed though,” Zay replied. She set down the shower head and walked over to her sister, outstretching her hand. Chrys begrudgingly accepted the help up and got to her feet. Nixon followed Winters and Zay out of Chrys’ room and soon everyone was dressed and ready to go.

“Alright, what’s the plan for the day?” Nixon asked as he stepped into the living room.

“Captain Winters mentioned going back to where we first… dropped in,” Speirs struggled to find his words, “or maybe even watching the program Zay mentioned we are in.” Ron rubbed his forehead with his fingers, still trying to wrap his brain around the situation he and the rest of his men are in.

“If y’all want, while you do that, some of us could be here doing research, maybe we can find something online that would help,” Chrys offered.

“Online?” Guarnere questioned, his jaw accentuating the confusion on his face.

“Internet,” Zay replied with a smile. Still confused, Guarnere simply shrugged off her answer with a grimace and kept listening to the officers.

“Alright, so some of us will stay here to gather information, and the rest of us will try and do the same at where we first showed up,” Nixon explained before turning to Captain Winters.

“Anyone feel strongly about what they want to do?” the redhead asked his men.

“I can take you guys to where you first dropped in,” Zay spoke up, “only a few of you, though, since Chrys will be here researching.”

“I can go with Zay!” Liebgott volunteered all too quickly, earning eyerolls from several soldiers and a blush from the nurse.

“Alright, that leaves three spots in my car,” Zay replied, looking around at the men. After more bickering about who is going where, it was decided that Guarnere and Speirs will go with Zay, and Nixon decided to stay behind.

“As an intelligence officer it might be good for me to learn how to use your internet,” Nix mentioned with a chuckle, earning him a smile from Chrys. When all was said and done it was decided that Roe, Liebgott, Guarnere, and Speirs would go with Zay to the affectionately named “Drop Zone” while Winters, Nixon, Bull, Luz, Toye, and Malarkey would stay with Chrys and try to find information online. Within a few minutes the five had gone out the door and left the rest of the group to their own devices. When the door shut, Chrys walked over to the bookshelf and pulled out three different books before coming back to the boys.

“Alright. Toye, Luz, Malarkey, your jobs are going to be to look through these books and see if you can find anything useful.” Chrys instructed as she passed the books out to the boys. Two of the books were books about Raleigh, NC that had everything a tourist would need in them - street maps, places to eat, attractions, and more. The book Luz received was An Abridged History of the Paratroopers - Luz almost dropped the book from its weight. Bull chuckled and walked over beside Luz.

“You need some help with that George?”

“Oh you couldn't've asked that before I nearly drop this and break my foot?” Laughter rang out among the group before Chrys turned to the officers in the room.

“You two are going to learn how to use a laptop.” She said confidently, sitting down in the middle of the couch. The next few hours entailed the boys learning more than they could have ever imagined about technology and the internet, as well as conspiracy theories and their formation. While scrolling through what the men learned to be Google search results, Nixon put his hand on Chrys’ to pause her movement before pointing at the screen. It took Chrys a moment to recover internally from the gentleman’s hand being placed on her’s unexpectedly.

“What the fuck?” Chrys muttered under her breath. As she stared at the place where Nixon was pointing, she started to furiously type away on her laptop.

“Everything okay?” Toye asked, looking up from his “Where to Go in Raleigh” book. He could not tell if the girl was confused, upset, or something different altogether. Chrys just continued typing away as if she did not hear the soldier, leaning closer to her screen with intense focus. “Chrys,” Joe tried again to get her attention.

“I think Nixon found something,” She muttered, tracing her finger down her screen. “Here… anonymous source confirms time travel experiment at Fort Liberty gone awry.”

“The fuck is Fort Liberty?” Toye asked, one eyebrow pointing east, one eyebrow pointing straight up.

“Isn’t that the new name for Fort Bragg?” Malarkey asked from his place on the floor.

“How do you know that?” Chrys asked, her focus finally being broken to shoot Malarkey a confused glance.

“I overheard someone talking about it in the hospital,” the redhead replied. Chrys nodded in understanding and turned back to her laptop.

“Chrys, what does the rest of the article say?” Luz asked, sitting on the loveseat next to Toye. Chrys continued to scan the article before responding.

“Sources confirmed that Colonel Donald ‘Donnie’ Gomez of the 101st Airborne-”

“Hey that’s us!” Malarkey interrupted, earning him a smack on the head from Toye before Chrys continued.

“Anonymous sources have confirmed that Colonel Donald Gomez of the 101st Airborne has been leading time travel experiments in secret while he has been stationed at Fort Liberty in Fayetteville, NC. As of now, the experiments have yielded some compelling results. A participant in the experiment was able to travel back up to a year ago.” The boys leaned closer, intrigued at the article.

“During another experiment, Colonel Gomez sent a subject back to January 1945 through a wormhole. However, reports emerged the next day that eviscerated human remains appeared in the Bois Jaques Forest in Bastogne, Belgium without apparent cause. The corporal was never recovered and the cause of the gruesome remains was never determined. Belgian authorities have not confirmed if the DNA samples of the human remains match those on file with the US Army.

“Some theorized that the corporal had been disintegrated by the wormhole and that the remains found in Belgium belonged to her. Others believed the corporal had become the victim of an alien abduction - even others theorized that the Army gave the corporal to aliens willingly.

“Colonel Gomez, Fort Liberty, and the United States Army have all denied allegations of using enlisted soldiers as test subjects in time travel experiments, as well as continuously declining to give comments to journalists.” A stunned silence fell over Chrys and the soldiers around her.

“Is there any way to confirm that’s what happened?” Malarkey asked after a beat.

“Not unless you know Colonel Gomez,” Winters replied dejectedly.

“I mean… we could always go check ourselves,” Nixon looked up at the boys to gauge their reactions before meeting Chrys’ eyes. Nixon’s stomach did a somersault… Chrys’ eyes were a resounding shade of green. It was just as vibrant as an emerald, but somehow… more piercing? They were on the lighter side and Lewis felt as though her eyes were staring into his soul.

“How would we do that sir?” Toye prodded, sounding more irritated than he actually was. Chrys and Nixon sat lost in each other’s eyes for a moment - though they would deny it if anyone said anything - before Luz brought them back to reality.

“Do you think they’d let us in if we show up in our uniforms?”

“Uniform or not you need a military ID to get on base,” Chrys replied, quickly looking away from the captain. She leaned back on the couch and crossed her arms in thought. “I wish we could just sneak in.”

“ … what’s stopping us?” the question fell quietly from Toye’s lips with uncertainty. Sneaking into a military base is complicated, risky, and everything in between, but it is not impossible. The group exchanged glances all saying the same thing… are we really going to try this?

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Chapter 4 | Chapter 6

Taglist: @b00ks1ut , @blueberry-ovaries , @bucky32557038ww2 , @claudycod , @dontirrigateme , @easycompany123 , @emilee1421 , @executethyself35 , @hanniewinnix , @ithinkabouttzu , @jump-wings , @love--persevering , @panzershrike-pretz , @stolen94 , @xxluckystrike

Thank you again for reading!! Be on the lookout for the Chapter 6 Poll coming this week!! 🥰✨

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emphatic-nomadic · 5 months

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Some recent selfies, don’t post on here as much as I used to but still really appreciate getting to share my photography and the things I find beautiful with y’all! The first photo was a nice birthday walk I took a week and half ago at one of my favorite parks 💖

#me #selfie

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jeonwon-wonwoo · 5 months

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every month of 2023! (almost)

thank you to the lovely @baekhyunnybyun for tagging me! ily, bex!💕💘

rules: link your favorite and/or most popular post from each month this year (totally fine to skip months) and tag some CCs you love!

i started giffing in june of this year! i knew i could never learn on my own! so, thank you to my queen, ngoc for teaching me! i've definitely been slowly improving as i go, and i still have so much more to learn! i always said when i started out that this was just for fun, and it's really become one of my favorite things to do! of course i have sets that i'm proud of, and others that i'm iffy on lol! but at the end of the day, it's so much fun! the community on here is also extremely welcoming and kind! i appreciate all of my mutuals, especially those who i've gotten to know more personally!💘thank you sm to my followers and everyone who has appreciated my gifs!💖 i hope to make more amazing ones next year! i hope everyone has a happy new year!

JUNE

most popular: wonwoo huxley ads shoot (which is also the first set i ever made and one of my favorites!) favorites: wonwoo & mingyu april shower live clip and seungkwan and dino star 1 photo shoot sketch

JULY

most popular: minghao dazed photo shoot behind and scoups allure korea photo shoot behind (both were my first sets to ever hit 1k!) favorites: jeonghan 1st look photo shoot behind and some my fave wonwoo moments

AUGUST

most popular: some of my fave scoops moments favorite: joshua snp ads shoot sketch

SEPTEMBER

most popular and favorites: mingyu 1st look photo shoot behind and woozi romantic crown campaign shoot sketch

OCTOBER

most popular: some of my fave hannie moments favorites: hoshi allure korea photo shoot behind (super proud of this one that i recolored!), wonwoo seventeenth heaven jacket behind the scenes, and seungkwan seventeenth heaven jacket behind the scenes

NOVEMBER

most popular and one of my faves: wonwoo x dior favorites: wonwoo x dior (miss dior version), wonwoo mama 2023, hanbin zbtv ep. 6, wonwoo and mingyu god of music promotions sketch, and dk theater+ photoshoot behind

DECEMBER

i haven't been able to gif because of my eye surgery😔but i'm recovering well! i'm hoping to make a gif set for joshua's bday, so hopefully i can get it done!

tagging some of my fave creators on here! i love every single one of my fellow CCs! (no pressure to participate, and if you've done this, i'll def check it out!): @jeonghan-yoons @wonufied @jeonsupershy @hongjoshuaz @facethesuns @goblinvern @jjaez @wnjunhui @cherriescoup @nootcoups @woozification @master-tonberry @seungkwan-s @irlvernon @pookiez @kveom

#it was so much fun going back and seeing some of my creations!#definitely proud of myself for continuing to learn while i make sets!#hopefully i can continue improving and make more detailed gifs and gfx!#thank you again bex! ily and hope you had a great christmas! happy new year!#everymonthof2023 #bex🍭

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intothisshadow · 1 month

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1920x1080 / jpg

After the latest upgrade, Photoshop kept throwing up an exception error 😔 It seemed to load okay, but when I tried to create a new file or open an existing image, the error notice appeared and the program shut-down itself automatically. Eventually I rolled back to the previous version and Photoshop is working again! I didn’t look further what could have caused it; my laptop still matches the required specs okay even though Photoshop doesn’t work as smoothly as it used to. At least I got a working version for now!

The other day I realized that it’s going to be 20 years in September since LOST premiered 😲 I refuse to believe it! Wasn’t it only a year ago or so?? I still love it as much as I did when it aired. Evangeline Lilly (Kate) was one of my favorite people the wallpaper in those days, so I’ve made new Evangeline wallies to commemorate the 20 years. I’ve used these photos before too, they’re from a favorite photoshoot of mine.

I really like how these turned out! I haven’t had much of a creative juice the last 12 months and a couple of times when I tried to make a new wallpaper, it felt forced and I hated everything I came up with so scrapped them. I had some problems today too working on the first one (the bottom one), but when I tried that purple/green texture it all suddenly fell into place and the other three came without problems 💖

#evangeline lilly #lost #fanart #lostedit #stuff: mine #my wallpapers

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seiya-starsniper · 6 months

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We keep this love in a photograph

It's @silver-dream89's birthday today!!! Happy Birthday friend, I'm so happy to have you in my life!!! 💖🎂🍰🥰

A while back, we had discussed over DMs a Dreamuse AU where Dream is a photographer and Calliope his favorite model. So in the spirit of that conversation, I wrote a little bit of indulgent fluff, just for you. I hope you like it!

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“Morpheus, make sure you get my good side,” Calliope giggles into her coffee as the familiar click-click of the camera shutter echoes in the quiet din of the cafe where they’re spending their afternoon. Morpheus pauses only momentarily to readjust his grip, then continues to work on capturing his lover just right in the light of the setting sun. When he’s done, he slides through the carousel of photos, unable to delete even a single one. He smiles.

Every angle is Calliope’s good side, in Morpheus’s opinion.

It’s winter now, and the cafe is warm and cozy and in contrast to the frigid cold just steps away outside the door. They’d ducked in here after wrapping up the last of their classes, Calliope coming from an Advanced Creative Writing workshop and Morpheus from his Introduction to Photography lesson. He has a good group of students this year. They are attentive and worldly and curious, and he is excited to see what their final portfolios will look like at the end of the semester.

When he puts his camera on the table, Calliope places down her coffee and laces her fingers with his, gasping when she realizes just how cold his hands are.

“Your hands are like ice!” she exclaims, as if this is new information to her, as if they have not held hands a thousand times over the years, as if Morpheus’s circulation has not always been so poor. But still, she cups his freezing hands in hers, as she has a thousand nights before, and rubs them furiously between her own, her face knit in loving determination.

He wants to take another photo, to capture the wrinkle in her brow, the purse of her lips. But he also does not want to let go of her hands.

Instead, Morpheus reverses their positions, taking her left hand in his and bringing it to his lips. He kisses each individual knuckle, smirking when he feels her tremble as his breath ghosts along her skin. He places a final kiss to her wedding band and looks up, meeting her curious gaze with a smolder of his own.

Morpheus is more than warm enough now. And the temperature of the cafe has nothing to do with it.

“You should know by now there is no helping the temperature of my hands,” Morpheus murmurs, as he drops their hands to the table, “nor the temperature of my feet.”

Calliope chuckles, then picks up her coffee with her free hand. “You wear socks to bed now. I have not felt your bare feet since the summer. They were cold then too.”

“The things I do for love,” Morpheus sighs dramatically just as Calliope takes a sip. The comment startles a laugh out of the brunette, and she nearly chokes on her drink. She coughs for a few moments, sending him a playful glare. Morpheus tilts his head and feigns a look of innocence. Calliope doesn’t fall for it.

“That’s my line,” Calliope replies, shaking her head fondly and bringing the cup once more to her lips. She pauses this time before drinking, trying to gauge if he will try to fool her twice. He doesn’t.

The sun is rapidly setting behind her as she finishes her coffee, and the glow of it illuminates Calliope's face in a way Morpheus has documented a hundred different ways on film. Always in this same cafe, the place where they had their first date, their first kiss, their first anniversary. But no matter how many sunsets it has been, her beauty in these quiet moments never fails to steal his breath away.

Morpheus’s fingers itch to capture the moment. He resists the urge.

Some things were meant to be enjoyed in the moment.

#the sandman #dreamuse #dream x calliope #calliope x morpheus #dream of the endless #calliope the sandman #seiya writes #seiya writes dreamuse

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lumine-no-hikari · 1 month

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Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #120

I did so much stuff today!!!!

…Okay, well actually I did only like 3 things today. But these things were very BIG things! I will talk about two of them, and then touch vaguely upon the third!

I will start with this morning! Because J and I went up in the sky in the little airplane today! We went to an airport that had a diner! I got an EPIC BREAKFAST!!! There was steak and eggs and cheddar grits, and I also got a coffee, because I don't get coffee very often, so why not! I took some pictures for you…

This is what J got! It's some kind of breakfast bowl with salsa, avocados, beans, and scrambled eggs! There's also potatoes and bacon under the eggs! I wonder if you'd enjoy something like this. He let me have a few bites; it was really good!

Here is the coffee I got! And, of course I snapped the picture of it while the cream was still swirling around; it's more interesting that way:

Here are some cheddar grits:

Here's the steak and eggs I got; it came with caramelized onions, cornbread and butter, eggs with runny yolks, and a bit of hollandaise sauce! It also came with ketchup for some reason. But I only like it on burgers, so I didn't use it.

I asked for the steak to be as rare as allowed, and I was SUPER THRILLED about the fact that they prepared it in basically the same way I do at home - brown the outside, and leave the inside mostly raw:

It was so good!!! Oh my goodness!

While at the place, I also happened upon a little space with dandelions! I'm not really sure why, but people in my world seem to really hate dandelions. It makes absolutely no sense to me, because in addition to being extremely beneficial to nearby soil for a variety of reasons, every part of the plant is edible and nutritious. One of my favorite things to do, when I can find a safe source of them, is to turn the blooms into a sweet syrup that you can use on pancakes, on ice cream, or in tea! Maybe I'll get to do that this year. For now, I'll just show you the picture I took:

Isn't it pretty? I like them!

I also took a bunch of photos along the way from the airplane window! I'll show you the best ones!

…Hey, Sephiroth? I know you can fly and stuff, and that's pretty cool. But while you're up in the sky, dancing in the clouds, do you make it a point to notice and appreciate all the lovely scenery? If you don't, then maybe you can try it next time; practicing gratitude and appreciation is one of the best ways to exercise your hippocampus until it becomes strong!

On the way home, I saw 9 great big huge birds-of-prey; I think these ones were turkey vultures. I managed to actually catch a picture of one in flight for you! Here, it's not very big in the photo, but check out the back speck in the sky:

Oh!!! Also!!! I finally got around to making the stuffed cabbage casserole today! This recipe was given to me by an awesome person called @freelanceexorcist (thanks be to ye, fren!! 💖)! I ended up modifying it a bit, just to suit the needs of those in my house; Br cannot have gluten, so I used tomato puree in place of tomato soup, and J does not like big cabbage leaves, so I cut it into little slices, and bite-sized bits are easier for M to handle than meatballs, so I kinda just... shredded everything and mixed it all together. But I used mostly the same ingredients, even if the preparation differed just a little! I'll show you what I did…

You start with cabbage!

Here's how it looks on the inside when you cut it in half!! It's pretty cool!

...It's like Brussels sprouts, but WAY bigger!

The recipe calls for whole leaves, but I cut it into shreddy bits, like this:

The cabbage was sauteed in my bacon fat confit garlic:

I poured in a can of tomato puree from there, and I let it simmer on low heat for a couple of hours:

While that was happening, I cut up 2 pounds of kielbasa, and 2 onions:

Once the cabbage was done and set aside, I caramelized the onions in more bacon fat:

I added the onions to the cabbage, and then I put a big can of diced tomatoes, a pound of Bavarian sauerkraut, and the ground meat I cooked the other day into the wok, along with a cup of rice and a can full of some beef bone broth:

I let this sit on very low heat until the rice was done cooking. I used short grain rice; it looks like this:

...In between the long bits of cooking when there was nothing else I could do, I worked on something else that I'm absolutely not going to tell anyone about! It was good!

Once the cabbage and the rice were all done, I combined the two sets of things; this took some doing simply because there was SO MUCH FOOD, oh my goodness!! But this was the result!

So... it's cabbage, caramelized onions, sauerkraut, canned tomatoes, tomato puree, beef bone broth, rice, garlic, kielbasa, ground pork, and ground beef, all cooked up nicely and mixed together in a great big awesome dish!! And it is indeed awesome!! It was said that the leftovers are even better, because the flavors are given a chance to mingle; I can't wait to find out tomorrow!

...I wish you could have been here for all of this. I wish you could be here, generally. My house does occasionally have its challenges, for sure, but still, it is happy, wholesome, and safe. There's lots of fun and interesting stuff to do. My house is a good house. You could find healing and belonging here. You could find growth and change here. And you'd fit right in. You'd fit right in with my social circle, generally; ain't a single one of us fit the definition of "normal".

Sephiroth, c'mon. The darkness doesn't suit you. It never did. And it never will. So step away from people who wanna use and abuse you, and instead step towards the people who wanna help you to feel as though you're enough exactly as you are, without needing to do something useful or amazing first.

I'll be here waiting, so... as impossible as it is, pop by for a visit soon, okay? We'll make you good snacks - all the pasta you could want, or whatever else suits your fancy - whatever you like; if I don't know how to cook it, I can figure it out, easy peasy.

I'm gonna go do other things now, and I'm going to wish you were here as I do them. I love you, and I'll write again tomorrow. Please stay safe.

Your friend, Lumine

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studentinpursuitofclouds · 8 months

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saw that one post of yours titled "his gaze softened" and fell in love with it! i was wondering if you would mind making a version with Haley, Claire and Daia instead? (my favs from vanilla SDV, SVE and RSV, respectively). if not, that's alright.

have a great day!

Of course! Have a great day too and enjoy 💖

Haley:

Click, click, click, click...

The clicking had been going on for more than 20 minutes, as Haley couldn't get a perfect picture of the forest lake with her camera. Such a beautiful summer atmosphere: sunny weather, birds singing, fish splashing, flowers fragrant - the girl was ready to sacrifice the cleanliness of her new stilettos in order not to miss and capture such a perfect moment in the forest on the photo tape.

But the blonde girl still couldn't pick any photo - none of the photos fits, everywhere there is some object spoiling the whole picture. Deciding to take a break for a couple minutes from the endless clicking of her camera button, Haley noticed that just as the "that" farmer came out of the door of the Marnie's Ranch. The same Farmer, who still continued to be friends with Haley, despite the fact that in the past she'd made some less than tactful, and at times even rude, comments about their clothing. She would have said something about it even now, to be honest: their worn blue overalls were covered in dust, earth, and grass. However, Haley had been annoyed by this scruffiness at first on the first day they'd both met, but now she thought there was some charm to it. Though it would seem - what charm could you find in a dirty farmer's clothes?

The Farmer held a lump of something white in his hands, and a small basket of sunflowers hung from the bend of their elbow. It wasn't until a few seconds later that Haley realized that the "something white" in their hands was none other than a little cute lamb. Oh, so adorable!

Not realizing what she was doing, Haley took a quick picture of the Farmer while they were playing with a farm animal they had purchased. Noticing a flash not far away near the lake, Farmer took a quick step toward Haley. The girl was only slightly startled, thinking that the Farmer didn't like the hidden camera taking pictures without their asking. But they only bestowed the girl with their snow-white smile, gave her a sunflower (her favorite...), and let her play with the lamb for a bit.

After they finished talking and the Farmer headed home, Haley started looking at the pictures she had taken earlier, and stopped at the one where the Farmer, in a straw hat, smiling toothily, was playing with the cute lamb. Her gaze softened at the sight of such a happy person, her friend, her... secret object of adoration?

Okay, she got distracted, still need to take pictures of the landscape. And that picture of the Farmer... Well, she would keep secret, away from prying eyes.

Claire:

Today Claire was lucky that there weren't many customers in the Jojamart, or else her manager would have made her miss half the break time again, because "customers need to be served, and rest can wait." The red-haired girl headed towards the small pond outside the store, the only place that wasn't lined with huge vans and crates with the dull logo of Joja. Just the quiet splash of water, a couple of trees, and silence... She could quietly enjoy a break and delve into reading her favorite book.

No sooner had Claire found a bench to sit down on than she noticed a figure not far from the pond. Birds of various colors were flying noisily around the person. Sparrows, titmouse, snowbirds - the very ones that don't fly south, staying in the Stardew Valley during the winter. The feathered lumps chirped happily around (as Claire noticed after a moment) the Farmer, perched on their shoulders, arms and head, gratefully and eagerly eating the bird food the Farmer had generously scattered. The cashier raised her eyebrows in surprise, amazed as she watched the smiling Farmer and the noisy little birds.

The birds seemed to trust them enough not to be afraid of them at all. Oh, how funny the Farmer looks when the little feather lumps, even after a hearty meal, were unwilling to leave the Farmer, perched on top of them. And how the Farmer pretended to be grumpy that they was going to stay here for a long time, but was nevertheless glad of such attention from the birds.

How Claire's gaze softened at the sight of the fondling birds and such a kind person for remembering to care not only their farm animals, but for the others. And the way her cheeks flushed slightly when the Farmer spotted her and waved a hand in greeting, and Claire could have sworn that the birds that perched on the Farmer also chirped happily as they greeted the red-haired girl.

Daia:

"You'll never catch up to me!"

"I am speeeeed!"

"Hee hee hee!"

The children's laughter filled the entire Ridge, not intending to end anytime soon. After all, Keahi, Trinnie and Blair had just gotten into the flavor of the game when they, squealing with joy and merriment, ran away from the Farmer who had graciously agreed to play catch-up with them. Naturally, the Farmer runs as fast as a cheetah and could have caught someone a long time ago, but that's no fun.

After an hour of playing, they dramatically fell to the grass, and the children immediately went up to the Farmer and fell on the grass too with them, celebrating their victory.

"Hehehe, we overtook you! I told you I am the speeeeed!"

While all four of them were lying on the grass and laughing, not far behind a tall poplar tree stood Daia. A noise in the forest caught her attention and the curious ninja decided to find out what was going on. Her gaze softened and her heart filled with mirth when Daia realized that it wasn't evil spirits that had managed to crawl out of Ridge Forest, but just local kids and that 'cutie farmer' from a nearby town. Oh, she wished she could join the game too!

It was a shame that grumpy Jio would be all over her about the abandoned post, so Daia just smiled again and disappeared into the mist.

#sdv #stardew valley #sve #stardew valley expanded #rsv #ridgeside village #sdv haley #sve claire #rsv daia #sdv headcanons #sve headcanon #rsv headcanon #rsv keahi #rsv trinnie #thanks for the ask!

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bubacorn · 5 months

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What if I asked you for your nd vessels hc's?

This is a photo of my brain worm, btw♡

Oh, gods, they are so scattered in my brain and I feel like I forgot most of them, but here's a few that come to mind right now:

rsd hits Vessel and III hard. Vessel shuts down and stops talking, and can take the wrong wording and tone really seriously, so it can happen that the others just worded something wrong when they weren't paying that much attention and Vessel thinks that he did something wrong. III sometimes feels that he is a bother and tries pulling away, then feels guilty for doing that and needs a lot of reassurance that he's not too much

my autistic!Vessel hc is that he can cook, but likes baking more. if he does cook, he needs straightforward instructions and when the others start throwing around 'pinch'es and 'some's, he quickly gives up and leaves it to them. maybe he gets a little sensitive about it and lets them cook most of the time, so they can season to their taste, but they try to transcribe their recipes so he can follow written measurements

at one point I was like: I bet Vessel has really bad misophonia, then I remembered Vore, so that hc is standing on a shaky foundation

plushies!!! the manor is a plushie household. I would say all of them have their own favorites that they squish/hug when watching TV or rub when in need of stimulation/soothing

II needs his spaces organized, otherwise he can't think. he's prone to taking on too much and getting intense anxiety/panic attacks from task-overwhelm and the others constantly have to gently remind him to take it easy

III has a bunch of fidget toys and rings he spins on his fingers (definitely not borrowed from Vessel. he also plays with the ones on Vessel's fingers, too, if they sit together)

Vessel is really good at pattern-recognition, and loves symmetry in most things. tapping fingers has to be to a certain rhythm and it has to be repeated an exact number of times or else it's off

III gets attached to objects, mostly things he found (cool stones and stuff) and gifts from the others

II taps his foot and plays an imaginary double bass sometimes

IV loves to-do lists and having tasks organized. it keeps his anxiety at bay, because it minimizes the chance that he forgot something

Vessel and IV like shopping the least out of the four. Vessel gets overwhelmed by choices and people, and feels anxious about lingering in the store, because he feels that he's in the way/looks weird. IV wears noise-cancelling headphones most times and gives Ves the shopping list so he can focus on that and they can get it done quickly. also they all encourage each other to get little treats and buy food if they get hungry, so no one is grouchy on the way home/if they still have to cook

also, shopping trip panic attacks mean at least one person goes to the car with the one panicking, and the others finish. if it's the two of them, they abandon shopping to make sure the other is okay. comfort and safety first. shopping can wait. there's no snapping/being annoyed about having to go back some other time

this became a bit rambly, sorry about that. I don't really hc specific conditions/disorders, rather symptoms, I guess and it seems most of the time I let my brain sneak in stuff unconsciously into my writing that I realize while editing/rereading and go 'wait a minute'

what if we kissed. and we were both worms on strings. *smooches you for this ask* 💖

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here4kpopfics · 2 years

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Kelly, my love! Congrats on 200 followers! Here's a prompt for you and challenge, pairing is reader x Namjoon 😘 let's make it soft and fluffy. 💖

Person A finds out Person B's wallpaper is a photo of both of them.

This took a turn. SORRY. Also thank you Jess ily 💜

Pairing: Namjoon x reader and platonic yoongi x reader

Genre: Fluff. Humor/Comedy?

AU: Established relationship

Wordcount: 2292

Summary: You can't find your phone so you borrow your boyfriend's and find a picture that you didn't know existed that drags you down memory lane.

Warnings: None really. Reader doesn't appreciate art as much as Namjoon. Yoongi's a secret soft boy. Language.

Rating: PG13

AN: This took a turn. I can't write short things anymore. I'm sorry. This is essentially a step by step walk through that I did at the Met earlier this year just without the boyfriend. and had the same reaction to the pieces reader does. I just miss New York. Enjoy! No beta readers. I kinda edit as I go so no final edits Hope you enjoy! It's finally not Jungkook!💜

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“Fuck where did I put you, you stupid expensive piece of metal and plastic?” Sighing in defeat you head to your room and knock on the door to your bathroom where your boyfriend who was just out of the shower.

“Joonie, can I call my phone with yours?“ You think of a weird place in your room and rush over to it. “I can’t find it. I know I left it…somewhere…in the house. I think…” you trail off, turning around in your spot trying to retrace your steps. You’re mid spin when the door opens and your boyfriend leans against the doorframe, arms crossed across his chest.

“You’re going to make yourself sick.” You stop spinning and look at him. Taking a second to admire the lack of clothing, save pajama pants hanging a smidge too low on his hips.

“Damn.” Is all you can say.

“Thank you, I think? Why do you need my phone again?” He hands you his phone anyway and you grab it, still admiring your view.

Oh right. The phone. Your very important phone. “I need to call my phone. I can’t find it.” You quietly admit as you open the phone and are greeted with his lock screen wallpaper. A photo of you and him that you’ve never seen before. “What’s this?” Turning his phone to face him. “When did we take this? That is me right?” You bring the phone back to your face to confirm it’s you and not some random woman standing with your boyfriend’s arms wrapped around them admiring your favorite art piece at the Met.

“Alright, where do we want to start?” Your tour guide asks as Namjoon lightly tugs your arm, pulling you back to him as you’re walking forward without looking up, almost running into a group of children. You’re bubbling with excitement, looking over the map. You love the Met. You came once as a kid on vacation to New York with your family and you were in such awe of everything around you, especially the statues and the relics from the past. While the exhibits changed over the decades, you felt the nostalgia all the same.

“I think it’d be cool to start straight away with Modern and Contemporary art. Then we can go from there.” Namjoon sounds so casual about his excitement. Like this was just something he did every day. And it basically was at times. When he had time off, if there was a museum to see, he’d go - no questions asked. It was a little irritating but you understood he had his passions just like you did. You both enjoy art, but completely different styles. Which is why you now have a small pout plastered on your face. “What’s wrong, y/n?”

“Nothing.” You sigh, playing with the corner pieces of the map. “Every time we go to a museum we go straight for modern and contemporary.” you mutter quietly, accepting that this was how it was going to go.

“Where would you like to go, miss? Any particular piece that you want to see?” The tour guide asks and you nearly curl in on yourself. You know your boyfriend didn’t hear you, he’s too tall to hear your mutters sometimes. You didn’t take into account the people around you. You perk your head up, avoiding the look of confusion on your Namjoon’s face. Glancing between the map and the tour guide, you try to come up with something that will make everyone happy when a deeper, bored sounding voice sounds next to you.

“She promised me there was something about musical instruments.” You look up at Yoongi, silently thanking him. You did promise him. Museum dates with Namjoon were great and all, but at times it felt like he was dating the art and you were the third wheel, forced to take photos for his instagram and follow him around looking at art you felt like you were too stupid to understand. So you begged all of the members to come with. Jin said absolutely not. Hobi was going to go shopping in SoHo with Jimin. Tae had some fancy model shoot you didn’t bother asking about. And Jungkook was going to work out all day. You had to bribe Yoongi, going on about the antique musical instruments and the promise of food and caffeine.

Yoongi nods, stuffing one hand in his jacket pockets, leaning over your shoulder to point at the map with the other, outlining a path. “So, what if we start there, I’ll get my fix of this place out of the way, and then we can go through the early European paintings, through the modern and contemporary, back through the recent European art and sculptures, then Greek and Roman art and sculptures, all the way across to Asian art, down to Egyptian art, and then we let y/n have her fun in the arms and armor, medieval art, and the european sculptures and decorative arts. If we want, we can take a look at the American wing and the temporary exhibits after lunch.”

You, Namjoon, and even the tour guide gawk at Yoongi and you smile, looking up at Namjoon who just slowly nods. “Yeah that sounds like a plan.”

“Then shall we go?” The tour guide gestures toward the staircase to the music section and Yoongi follows behind, while Namjoon intertwines his fingers with yours, pulling them to his lips and giving them a kiss before leaning down to whisper to you.

“Is there a reason why hyung decided to come with us?” You shake your head and smile.

“Nope. He’s just been living and breathing work, convinced him to come and see someone else’s art for a bit instead of his own. And antique musical instruments are cool.” He kisses the top of your head before whispering ‘okay’ and you pull him with you to catch up to the others.

You follow Yoongi’s suggested path exactly the way he offered, and it’s the perfect path, honestly. All three of you enjoy the different instruments. Namjoon goes from piece to piece, admiring each one individually and discussing them with the tour guide while you and Yoongi go back and forth from room to room pointing at different instruments, trying to guess what it does, the country it came from, and a very broad guess of the century. You tried to keep your voices down, allowing Namjoon to do his thing, but Yoongi has a warped sense of humor that just clicks with you. So every now and again, one of you will accidentally let out a laugh that is much too audible, causing Namjoon and the tour guide to look at you like you were insane.

You made your way through the planned route. Namjoon was a child in a toy store in the modern and contemporary area. You were the same with the sculptures. Finally, you entered the Asian Art exhibit. This time you and Yoongi actually looked at the art and stayed quiet. You slipped your hand into Namjoon’s as you entered, greeted by a giant mural, about 25 feet tall and double in width, of the Buddha of Medicine Bhaishajyaguru. All three of you looked up in admiration. You mindlessly pulled Namjoon with you so you could get a better look at the details. The tour guide started rattling off the information that was on the plaque card in front of you. You could’ve just read it, but that would mean looking away from it. It’s from 1319, the Yuan dynasty. The canvas is made from clay and straw. Fact after fact, you barely listened. It wasn’t until Namjoon tugged on your hand that you finally looked away and at him. “Are you okay?” he quietly whispers, rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand. You just nod and smile, oddly feeling emotional.

“I think I get it now.” you whisper back, perking up a bit more.

“Get what?” his head tilts to the side, but he’s holding back a smile.

“I don’t understand modern stuff. I wish I did, baby. I’m sorry. But this? This I get. This is the past. This made it through centuries and is still here today. Look at it. It’s still in relatively amazing condition.” You’re rambling now and neither of you care. He lets you, leading you further into the exhibit, a giant grin on his face, forcing your favorite dimples to be put on display. You travel through the rooms, joining him in going from piece to piece like he’s been doing the entire time, and gasping at every relic you come across. You audibly gasp when you enter a room with only a few pieces, but they were magnificently huge statues of various buddhas. There was a woman in the room sitting on one of the benches. She had a giant drawing pad on her lap and was focusing on one specific statue. As much as you wanted to look into them further, you pulled Namjoon and Yoongi out of the room, the guide following suit, so she could concentrate in peace.

The next room you were taken to was the Korean Art room. Yoongi wandered off to a random piece. You and Namjoon start at the one closest to the door. You stick to this path for a bit until you turn your head to make sure Yoongi doesn't stray too far. But your eyes stop looking when you land on it. You drop Namjoon’s hand from yours and walk away, beelining straight to it. It’s gorgeous. Black with white splattering, yellows, and blues with a hint of red swirling around in the bottom right where it looks like cement underneath. It’s breathtaking.

You’re lost staring at it for who knows how long. You don’t even notice Namjoon wrapping his arms around your waist, prompting you to subconsciously stand on your tippy toes so he can place his head on your shoulder without having to bend down awkwardly. His feet shuffle underneath yours so you can rest them against his while maintaining the extra height. “Something caught your eye, baby?” he asks in a slightly teasing tone. You still don’t respond, eyes following the yellow and blue swirls. So he whispers the plaque card to you before the tour guide can make his way to the both of you. You smile, tears forming in your eyes as you keep staring at it. Your hands made their way to his arms and gave them a gentle squeeze.

“Why am I about to cry?” you whisper, laughing softly.

“Mmm, because you’re feeling the art, jagi. You’re not judging the way it was made or figuring out why it is the way it is. You’re feeling the emotion that was put into it. You get it now? Not like before with the mural. But like really get it?” You nod, hand leaving his arm to try to prevent the tears while chuckling under your breath.

“Yeah. I get it. I love this. I’d hang this up in my apartment…”

“I’ll see if I can get it for you.” Your face turns so fast, thinking he was serious. But instead, you’re met with his big silly grin and those perfect dimples. “I’m kidding. I would if I could, jagi.” You huff, slumping against him as he stands up straight, letting your feet go back down to your normal stance. You rest the back of your head against his chest and sigh. He just chuckles, kissing your head and you both continue to admire the art piece until Yoongi finally reappears, asking if you could do lunch now instead of later.

“So who took this photo?” you’re still looking at it, while remembering what it felt like at that moment to finally understand what your boyfriend would drone on and on about.

“Yoongi did.” He states, grabbing the phone back from you and sitting on your bed, pulling you onto his lap. “He took a bunch that day. He sent them all to me when I had to leave you the next day. See?” He finds an album marked MetDate and starts scrolling through them. There’s you looking at a gothic organ. Namjoon in his signature “looking at art” pose. You and Namjoon holding hands through the Greek statues. An adorable selfie of Yoongi smiling his gummy smile while you two are whispering to one another looking all cutesy in the background. He got the moment when you two stood in front of the Buddha of Medicine Bhaishajyaguru mural and the one that is now his wallpaper. Namjoon with his arms around your waist staring at the only contemporary piece to make you cry. You smile, scrolling through them again.

“Who knew Yoongi was a big softie?” Namjoon tightens his arms around you, kissing your cheek.

“It’s a secret. Don’t tell.”

“I won’t. I want all these photos though. Send them to me. Please?”

“First we need to find your phone, jagi.” You gasp, jumping off his lap.

“Right! The stupid phone! Right right right. Call it please. I’ll go stand in the living room and see if I hear it.” You bolt into the living room and wait for the ring. After a few tries and in different rooms, you finally find it in the pantry next to your cereal. How did it get there? No clue. But the second you found it and did a happy dance, you ran back to your boyfriend now laying on the bed. You jumped onto the bed, curling up into his side and demanded he send you the photos so you could change your wallpaper too.

You also send a text to Yoongi just saying thank you and you appreciate him with no context. His response? “Ew.”

*The art mentioned:

Buddha of Medicine Bhaishajyaguru (Yaoshi fo)

(another angle so you can see the size of it)

The room of varying Buddahs

Perdu X (Sadly no longer on display)

#bangtaninn #btshoneyhive #drabble requests #Namjoon x reader #Kim Namjoon #Namjoon #Namjoon fluff #namjoon fanfiction #Namjoon fic #Namjoon x oc #bts fluff #bts fanfiction #bts fic #Kelly writes #Kelly posts #Namjoon drabble #Namjoon oneshot #Kim Namjoon drabble #fic: MetDate

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