#ambw couple

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Gina Rae, a tenacious defense investigator, is trying to find evidence that will vindicate her client, Darren Lewis. Her boyfriend, Detective Tae Lee, still grappling with the aftermath of a devastating tragedy, sets out to prove Darren’s guilt. Their quest propels them into a world where the wealthy and powerful play... by their own set of rules. As Gina and Tae get closer to discovering the truth, they soon find themselves on a collision course with a methodical, ruthless killer.

This book is intended for mature audiences.

[the-ulysse-life]

Celebrating Chinese New Year 🧧 with my Blasian son-shine

[multistanparadise]

Jackson Wang AU x black!reader (Archive)

*unedited

Y/n

I sigh staring out my window again staring at the moon. My clock strikes 1 am and I'm sitting here wide awake. My phone is sitting on my dresser shut off because I couldn't face his reaction to me admitting my feelings because I knew I was going to get rejected. A stray tear falls down my face and I quickly wipe it away. You see Jackson's attention has always been on Mei and I can't blame him honestly. She's basically perfect , she's the sweetest person I know and my best friend. The thing is she isn't interested in him whatsoever and is pursuing Namjoon instead. The four of us grew up together and were inseparable and now Mei and Namjoon are an item. Jackson is very obvious about his feelings but she chooses to ignore them. He complains to me about it all the time, not realizing he's doing the same thing he complains about to me.

Ew by Joji plays softly in my room at a volume only I can hear. I decide to turn on my phone but am stopped by the sound of something hitting my bedroom window. I ignore it and let my iPhone screen light up from black to white back to the lock screen of the four of us smiling together seemingly happy to all be together. The sound becomes persistent so I walk back over to my window to see Jackson throwing rocks. I sigh and lift the slightly heavy window. "...What are you doing at my window at 1 am? I'm sure whatever you have to say can wait for morning." He looks nervous , guilty almost. "Y/n/n I'm sorry, I wanted to make sure you were okay because you didn't respond to my messages. The last thing I'd want is to upset you because you're one of my best friends." I blink a few times trying to fight back tears because he's too nice to me. He's always been too nice, probably why I fell in love with him in the first place.

I look at my phone seeing the messages of probable rejection displayed on my screen making me feel slightly worse. "Why would anything be wrong? It's not like I didn't know that you didn't return my feelings, I knew it all along. Anyone with eyes would choose her over me. I don't blame you...how did you know I was even up?" He shrugs kicking the pebbles at his feet. "Well you're always up this late usually watching anime so I took a chance. But Y/n there's nothing wrong with you..." I laugh humorlessly and force a smile. "Well I'm not going to argue with you because it's not like you'd understand. Clearly this isn't going to happen so forget I said anything. Just forget it ever happened... and everything else too. I can't take this anymore it's already having me question myself and I don't want to have lower than usual self esteem. I can't be around you guys, goodbye Jackson."

"Wait you're saying you're not going to talk to any of us because of me? That's not exactly fair Y/n, what about Mei, she's your best friend?! What did she do? She loves you!" I nod. "And you love her. It's an endless cycle Jackson really, I love you, you love her, and she loves Namjoon and they're dating. You whine to me about your problems, she tells me to go for it and confess my feelings for you so we can all be buddy buddy and go on double dates. She unknowingly rejects you but you still love her. That's the cycle I'm breaking. I can't go through that anymore...I'm done."

"Y/n/n I don't think you get it. I do love you, I even said so in my messages. I'm just not ready for a relationship right now... I came here to make sure you're okay because I need you to be okay. Please don't do this...." I shake my head. "Yeah well I'm taking a break from all of this. I need to to think about things...I'm not a rebound from you not getting Mei." I remove myself from my window and I close it back locking it.

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Now Group 2 for those boarding flight 677A for Seoul, SK

I stand up grabbing my carryon bag and my phone. After a month of being away and doing my own thing I've decided to come back.

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I walk into my home and sigh seeing, as it should, looking how I left it a month ago. Going to the fridge...of course it's empty so it looks like I have to go shopping. I grab my keys and lock up before making my way down the block to the nearest grocery store. I grab a small cart because I'm shopping for one. I browse the familiar aisles grabbing things that I need until I hear familiar laughter. "Joonie I can't believe you broke another wooden spoon, I need those for cooking! It's a good thing I love you." "Yeah but I was just distracted by Jackson whining over Y/n again. I tripped and broke it."

I hear Mei and Namjoon on what seems the aisle over. I pretend that I don't hear them and I keep shopping. As I turn on another aisle I hear a gasp. "Y/N!! You're back!" Mei rushes over to me all smiles and Namjoon waves. "...Oh yeah I got back a couple hours ago." She hugs me, squeezing me rather, while I try not to tense up. Seeing her is like being reminded of Jackson. "How was your trip Y/n/n?" Namjoon joins in hugging me making it a group hug much to my dismay. "It was very relaxing and I had lots of time to think. As much as I didn't want to see you guys I guess it's unavoidable...I missed you two."

"Awww we missed you two! Jackson has been complaining to us about you...did you tell him you're back?" I scoff rolling my eyes. "Yeah right, he's been simping over you for years and now he's claiming he wants me? I'm not with it." They look at each other confused. "Uh Y/n he's always talked about you. I thought it was obvious!" I let out a humorless laugh. "No he's always complained to me about Mei." Namjoon starts to look guilty and Mei and I raise an eyebrow. "I might've given him the advice to talk to you about how he feels but hypothetically use someone else when doing it to make it obvious but he's an idiot. I should've known.."

I sigh not knowing how to feel about this new information. "Well thanks guys, I gotta finish up my shopping and get home to cook myself something. I'll text you later." They bid their goodbyes and go off to the checkout line. I get everything I need and go on to get checked out.

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"So I did invite Jackson, you two need to talk." Mei and I are sitting in a booth at our favorite restaurant. "I hate it here I really do." I see a nervous Jackson make his way over to us and he sits next to me. "Hey Y/n/n...you look really nice! Uh I brought you these..." He hands me a bouquet of my favorite flowers and a small smile etches across my face. "Hi Jackson...thank you. I heard you released a new line of clothes, congratulations." Mei smiles seeing that the conversation is going well.

The whole dinner was pleasant and gradually Jackson moved closer to me and it was like old times. Mei leaves the two of us alone to take a phone call but I know what she's doing. "So...uh about before I really wanted to apologize. I guess I never really gave you a chance to explain anything." He sighs and places his hand on mine. "No I'm the one who should apologize, I unknowingly made you feel less than instead of telling you up front about how I felt about you. Mei is great and all but she's not my type, I've always been in love with you. All those times I'd complain to you about her I was talking about you, I wanted you to love me and not love anyone else. I'm really sorry Y/n/n...can you forgive me?"

I nod softly processing what he said. "I forgive you, I know that you didn't want to get into a relationship yet but-" "I do, but only if it's with you." I feel my mouth slack a bit in surprise. "You...want to date me?" He smiles turning so he can see my face better. "Of course that's the beginning, then I'll wife you up and father our children. That's what I want, I want you Y/n." He said my real name he's being serious. "Okay I'll be your girlfriend and future wife."

Bonus ending

Jackson's POV

"So you two are finally together huh? It's about time, you took forever!" Namjoon rolls his eyes sipping his soju. "Yeah well we're going to get married one day and when we do we're going to have the most beautiful children." He shakes his head chuckling to himself. "Yeah you always did know how to pick your chocolate, nice and smooth. When we were little don't get mad but I liked Y/n too." I raise an eyebrow. "Namjoon I didn't know that you liked chocolate. I thought you were a vanilla guy."

"I always liked chocolate, all kinds but I think Y/n wears it best."

A/n

[toloveher]

[funnyexel]

Wallet…

Summary: This is a slice of life AMBW story. Returning a wallet is a simple, polite gesture any decent human would do, right?

A/n: So, if anyone has noticed that my Jakob Toretto has magically disappeared. It was my idiot self that deleted it and I do not have a backup. Never wanted to cry so hard in my life but I’ll rewrite it.

*THIS IS PART 5*

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You’ve been looking at him like a lost puppy. Wondering why he’s here. He cups your face in his hands, using his thumbs to wipe your tears. His eyes were scanning your face, all the while you were staring him down. Pinching your cheeks, he got a giggle out of you. “I’m sorry. Last night I wasn’t thinking straight, my boss said he would spread rumors about you just for his benefit and I didn’t want that to happen so I thought that-” You practically explode, the frustrations from work mixing with the feelings you have about him, causing you to burst into tears. It felt as if everything was starting to catch up to you, overwhelming you making emotions mix up and flow out. His efforts, wasted as new tears run down your cheeks. You smiled as he tried to wipe your tears with the back of his hands then his shirt. Trying to shy away as his toned stomach came into view and your tears began to soak his shirt. “No. No. I don’t wanna mess up your shirt.” You lightly push his hand down, your other hand somehow feeling up his stomach. “Sorry.” You awkwardly laugh and remove your hand. “It’s okay.” He insists, leaning in.

You get trapped in eye contact. “I…” You start your sentence unable to finish. Leaning in as well, you look down to his lips. Mere centimeters away from each other. Maybe you both wondered who would make the first move. Honestly, you weren’t so ballsy but he wasn’t either. ‘Is it too late to back away?’ You wondered. If you did would he get the wrong idea? His lips parted, attempting to say something but they soon closed. Was it not the right time? Your breath hitched. He made the move. Placing his soft lips against yours. You closed your eyes, enjoying the moment. It seemed he was afraid to touch you, not wanting to move too fast. You gently caress his cheek, a small smile on your lips. Parting for air, you wipe the remainder of tears. He stands up. Looking up to him, he hugs you. Its warm and soft, how’d he know you wanted a hug? Or maybe he wanted the hug. At this point it didn’t really matter, you rapped your arms around him and rested your head on his shoulder. His hands held your back and your legs, lifting you up bridal style. You hands moving to rest around his neck. You watched as he carried you to the couch and sat beside you. “You sure do like to stare.”

Looking away at his statement, you cover your face. Embarrassment filling your body. “You do too.” Your response muffled. “What am I going to do?” You sigh. “What do you mean?” He pulls down your hands so he can at least see your eyes. “I don’t care. Do you know how many times I’ve been accused of dating?” You put down your hands fully. “And only one will be true.” He pinches your cheek, leaving you smiling at his jester. “So, what now?” He laughs at your question. You playfully pout. The silly moment interrupted by a call. Reaching into your pocket, you look at your phone. “wonderful, the man of the hour.” Answering the call, he immediately speaks. “Come to work.” Your face shows your confusion on the inside. “But its not my shift?” You tell him. “Did I ask you that?” The silence signals for you to answer. “No, sir.” You get up, heading to your room starting the process of packing your bag.

“Alright. That common sense is back. Wear your best tonight. If you even have a best.” At that he hangs up and you throw your phone. Unpacking the bag and bringing out your absolute best outfit you had. You were going to save it for the club or something but it seems like tonight is somewhat significant. Angrily shoving clothes in your duffle bag, he rests a soothing hand on your shoulder and you instantly relax. “Man, sometimes I wish I could quit. You know?” You sniffle, sucking up the tears that are borderline from falling. Picking up your duffle bag from the floor and put it on your bed. Before he could respond, your phone rings from the corner of the room. You groan, seeing how frustrated you are he gets it for you. “Thanks.” You take the phone, looking at the caller id, you smile and answer.

“Hey Ari.” You use one hand to hold the phone to your ear and the other to continue packing. “You’re dancing?” She asks, excitedly. “I’m dancing? Since when?” She hums in distaste. “That little snake. You’re on the roster for tonight.” Your eyebrow quirks. “Oh! I’m not getting paid, so he thinks he can milk it. I could care less what that damn roster says. I’m not dancing. I’ll dance when he decides to pay me like a dancer.” You say sternly. “Wait you’re not getting paid? Why?” You roll your eyes, remembering the call. “I was late to a shift.” You zip up your duffle bag and go to your closet. “That’s it?” You hum to her. “I do way worst stuff.” She chuckles. “Yeah, its because he’s racist. There’s no other explanation…well, that and the fact that I won’t sleep with his old ass.” You laugh at your own joke and Hyeon tries not to laugh. “He gets no bitches.” You say to Hyeon, turning to him and he loses it. “Well are you coming tonight?” You throw sweats and a sweater on your bed. “I might as well. The month is almost over anyway. Shit, I might as well dance too. I’ve been practicing something new.” You exclaim, sinisterly.

“Great! And I’ll do something about you getting paid. It goes against workers rights’ anyway.” You sigh. “Thanks, I appreiciate it.” She huffs at your words. “Its nothing. It doesn’t cost to be a decent human and I can’t wait to see you tonight.” As you lay out your outfit, you feel a weight being lifted off your shoulders. “Yeah, I’ll see you tonight.” With that she hangs up. “So you’re going to work?” He asks from the bed. “Most definitely. I wish you could be there but you’re probably busy.” You say sitting next to him. “I could move some things around.” He says, looking at his watch. “No!” His face scrunches in confusion. “I mean, you probably have important things to do, like record and stuff.” You awkwardly smile and pat his chest. “Not more important than you.” Your chest heats up and you laugh his comment off. But he’s totally serious. “Cut that out. You’re getting me distracted. I have to do my hair and stuff.” You pull him off your bed. “I’m not distracting you.” He tries to reason with you.

You shake your head. “Nope, you gotta go.” You push him out your room to your kitchen. “Now you’re kicking me out?” He turns to you. “I feel neglected.” You laugh at him. “You, you’re a very funny man. You’ll live.” You say. “I know for a fact you have things to do.” You tell him and he leans in. “Yeah but-” He smirks. “No buts, do what you gotta do then come by the club.” You interrupt him. “Officially accepting that invitation.” You roll your eyes at him. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” You push him out the door and try to close it but he uses his strength to keep it open. He grabs you by the wrist and pulls you into an embrace. You slither your hands around him and squeeze. Taking a inhale of his scent, you smile. ‘where have you been all my life.’ You sigh. Loosening the hug, his hands rest around your waist. Tilting his head, he kisses you on the cheek and you giggle. Turning your head, you kiss him. Closing your eyes, you melt. Your hands lightly holding his cheeks. He sneaks his tongue past your lips and you squeal.

Your salivas mixing, you try to pull yourself off him by leaning back but he simply leans forward. He’s literally tonguing you down in your doorway. Rocking side to side, you force yourself off him. “Alright, alright.” You take a deep breath and put your hands up. “That’s enough, you’re really distracting me now. I literally have a million things to do.” You back up into your apartment. “Just one more minute.” He puts his finger up. You shake your head and kiss him on the cheek. “Bye, hyeon.” You chuckle and close the door. Wiping your mouth, you shake your head. “Now I’m in an rnb mood.” You grab your towel and go to the bathroom. Quickly, washing your hair, not stressing with a comb and finger detangling it. Jamming as you dry your hair in your towel. Putting on your hair shirt and underwear, you blow dry your hair and cornrow it. Taking small breaks every 4 braids to give your hands a rest. On your last braid, you get your wig stuff from underneath the counter. Finishing the braid, you gel your edges back, putting on the wig cap and stretching it over your eyes. Putting on the freeze spray and drying it, you get the wig from your room.

Quickly using your hair needle and thread, you stitch your wig cap to your hair. Then using a brush to soften the wig. You wore the black wig already so the lace and ear tabs were already cut. Using your powder foundation, you use your makeup brush and hurriedly put it on the lace, making sure to cover everything. Applying four layers of glue on the line where the cap and skin meets you rush the drying process with the blow dryer. Placing the wig on your head, you use the comb to smooth out any clumps and melt the lace into the glue. Separating the baby hairs and fixing up the middle part, you put on your elastic band to finalize the glue process. Using a clip to put all the hair up, you do a few stitches connecting your wig to the cap. “You ain’t going nowhere tonight.” You say, the blood slowly rushing to your head. Tying the knot, you put the hair down and rush to your room to put on your clothes. Checking the time, you’re clearly on schedule. All the while your curling iron is heating up. Cutting the baby hairs, you lay them with mouse and a edge brush. You put on an edge wrap and blow-dry it a little before curling your hair. Pinning up the curls as you go.

Taking off the edge wrap, you do your makeup as per usual. Adding some dramatic lashes, fancy eyeliner and concealer to make your bright eyeshadow pop. Spraying some setting spray, you fan your face and look into the mirror. “I’m about to eat the girls up.” You smile and do a little pose. Putting all the supplies away, you go to your room and put on your slides. Taking your phone off the charger, grabbing your bag, a wide tooth comb and your small can of spray glitter. On your way out the door, you grab your keys. Not forgetting to lock the door. Getting a taxi, you tell them where to go and wait. Taking a picture of you and sending it to the group-chat with your best friends. Looking at some food on the instagram explore page, you remember that you only ate breakfast. At the realization your stomach rumbles. After you pay the taxi, you go to the nearest food stand and order some street food. “I’ll have a three sondae.” You practically drool, looking at the deep fried sausages. You eagerly pay and take the food, saying thank you. Using the back door, you enter the locker room. Sitting at your little table, you chow down on the food.

Drinking some water, you take the sticks, tray and throw it in the trash. “At least I can have a meal in peace.” You say to yourself. Music already blasting. Rubbing your stomach in satisfaction, you do some simple stretches to loosen your muscles. You take your dress out the bag and shoes that match. Taking off your clothes you slip on the dress, it was sparkly, a mix of dark blue and purple and tight, very tight. It hugs your curves and shows your boobs but keeps them secure. Putting on some tight black shorts under the dress, you turn and look at your butt in the mirror. Done checking yourself out, you sit down and take the pins out your hair. Using the comb you brought, you loosen the curls and style it. “30 inch buss down.” You play with the hair and move it effortlessly. Spraying perfume and the sparkles, you put on your heels and fix your lip. Doing your most seductive smile, you get the confidence to go out to the floor. None of the waitresses notice you as you step out the room. It seems he told everyone to wear their best as well. “I wonder what the occasion is.” You look around the club and there’s a few people in but you don’t expect much. It’s only 10 pm.

“Hey sexy.” You jump at the call. “Ari, you startled me.” You smile with your hand over your heart. “Heh, sorry. You look great!” She says dragging you towards the dancers area. “Thanks, you always look good.” Once she brings you backstage, she twirls you around. “What kind of heels are those?” You look down to your shoes. “They’re 5 inch platforms with straps.” You kick up your leg. “Only 5? Its giving baby dancer, y/n.” You playfully roll your eyes at another dancers’ teasing. “Look, I need them to be short tonight. Better safe than sorry.” The chatter gets a little louder. “I like them, they’re cute.” A baby dancer says to you. “Why, thank you.” You smile to her and she gets a bit flushed. “Does anyone know why we’re all supposed to be wearing our best?” A dancer says with air quotes and they laugh. “I was going to ask the same question.” You say. “I think its because of music night.” The baby dancer says. “Music night?” Ari asks. “Yeah, you don’t know about it?” You shake your head. “Please due enlighten us…” You motion for her name.

“Anne.” She says fiddling with her hands. “Anne, what’s music night?” You question and others wait for her answer. “Its..uh…it’s a night when all the upcoming artists come to show off their music to other artists and producers.” Everyone hums to the new information. “I guess their hosting it here.” She says, stooping down to tie her heels. “Whoa, sick. New music.” You rejoice. “Wait don’t tell me I’m not dancing to my slow jam.” You say, leaving and heading for the the DJ booth. Knocking on the door, he opens it for you. “Hey y/n, whats up.” He exclaims, giving you a side hug. “What song am I dancing to?” You close the door and look at his computer. “New music but don’t worry, its a slow rnb jam.” You smile to him. “I hope your pillow is cold on both sides.” He laughs and opens the door for you. Looking around, people are slowly starting to flow in. You go to the bar and grab your tray. As you go out to the floor, you serve a few drinks here and there. Walking around, you observe and see the many artists in the area. A light tap is placed upon your shoulder. You turn around and see a man, you’re almost seeing eye to eye.

“Can I get you a drink, sir?” You ask and he’s clearly taken aback by the formalities. “A scotch, neat.” He says, adjusting his shirt. You nod with a small smile and go to the bar. “One scotch neat please.” You ask the bartender, setting your tray down. Taking the tray with the drink, you walk back to the guy. “Here’s your drink.” You hand it to him and your finger unintentionally brushes against his. You don’t acknowledge it as you walk away. “Come on.” You get tugged by the arm and your tray gets pulled away from you. “Y/n, what the hell are you doing? You’re next.” You pull away from your boss’s grip. “I’m next?” You ask quietly, looking at the time. “Oh shit.” You say and he scoffs. “Get your ass backstage. Now!” He pushes you towards the stage and you walk over. Chaos is going on behind the scenes, you try your best to stay out the way. Looking at the roster plastered on the wall you see Ari is before you. “Who’s up now?” You ask a nearby dancer. “Ari just went up.” You nod to the information and wait your turn. You’re nervous, more nervous than usual. Checking yourself in a close mirror, you fix the top of your dress.

“Y/n!” You turn at the calling of your name. “You’re next.” Ari says, sitting down. You take a deep breath and nod. Putting on a sly smile you appear from the curtains. Slowly walking to the pole as the singer begins to sing. ‘live performer? thats certainly new.’ You think to yourself. Stopping by the pole and pulling a sneaky sexy move. Holding onto the pole you lift your leg up slowly until your heels is nearly above your head. Bringing it down and raping it around the pole, you use your upper body strength to pull yourself up. Raping your legs around each other and letting your hands free. Leaning your head back you watch the crowd as you slowly spin. After spinning around twice, you put your hands back on the pole and pull yourself up to the top. Taking your time, you turn upside down, your ankles raping tightly around the top of the pole. Freeing up your hands, you captivate the crowd. Unexpectedly you drop down, your head almost hitting the floor. You chuckle at their gasps. Placing your hands on the ground, you distribute your weight to the floor in order to safely land on the ground.

As soon as your feet touch the ground, you spread them into a split. Turning to the crowd, you lore a man in. Your legs hanging off the stage on either side of him. Doing some eye catching movements, you lay on the ground and arch your back into a bridge. Making sure not to hit anyone as you elegantly do a back walk over to a stance. Winking to the man and blowing a kiss to the crowd as the song reaches its end. You wave to the singer and seductively walk away. Making sure to swing that butt before disappearing into the curtains. The crowd erupts into claps. You smile and snap. “I did that.” Ari stands in shock. “That was breathtaking.” She says mouth agape. You chuckle to her. “Thanks. I have to get back to work.” You sigh. “You should have the rest of the night off for that performance.” You shush her kind words. “Don’t let the wrong people hear you say that.” You smile to her and leave. The moment you leave backstage you bump into the same guy from before. “Nice dancing.” He says, looking over you respectfully.

“Thank you. I loved your song.” You give him a smile. “Really? I wasn’t sure about performing it.” You stand in disbelief. “It was supposed to be scraped.” You shake your head slightly, not believing his words. “Wow. Could have fooled me, that song was so good. Whats the name?” His features are more defined in this different lighting, he has bright blond hair and hazel eyes. “Addicted.” You nod to him, mentally remembering the name. “I’ll definitely listen to the song.” He genuinely smiles to you, probably thankful to have an additional listener. Someone grabs your shoulder and you almost deck them in the face. “Excuse my co-worker.” Evelyn says with the fakest smile on her face. He smiles to you and waves as you’re dragged away. “You have no time to be flirting with some guy.” She says to you, disgusted. She’s wearing a white skin tight dress to show off the little curves she thinks has. You roll your eyes and take your tray. Not giving her the luxury of a response. Giving out some more drinks and you get very bored.

“I guess he’s not coming.” You huff to yourself, some of your hair sticking to your face. “It’s like a sweatbox in here.” You take a deep breath and the bartender chuckles. He gives you the remainder of your drinks and you dish them out. Out of nowhere, you see all the waitresses serving champagne. You fill your tray with champagne and walk around. People taking a glass here and there until a huge group of people enter. They take the 2 flutes of champagne left. “Is there anymore champagne?” He asks looking around. “Yeah, I’ll get some more.” You smile apologetically and rush back to the bar. Getting the tray full of drinks you go back to the group. They clean the tray. “Would you like a table for your group?” You ask politely. “I think my producer has a table already.” He says looking around and seeing his producer sitting at a table. “There his is. Thanks though.” He takes a girl on each arm and walks over to his producer, never sparing you a glance. “No problem.” The rest of the group gives you their empty glasses and follows him.

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[prettygirl-gabi]

We Should Do This More Often

Rating: General Audiences

Warning:Fluffy fluff, even more fluff

Category:F/M

Fandom: Seventeen (SVT) (boyband)

Relationships: !Idol-boyfriend Woozi x !f idol reader

Summary: You and Woozi are both idols from different companies you're a member of Alora under KQ ent. So your love story was unexpected but yet so pure, and everyone loved it. But you both loved the rainy nights

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It was a rainy night and Woozi was feeling cozy in his safe place. He had just finished working on some new music and was ready to relax. Suddenly, he heard a knock on the dorm room's studio door. He stumbled to opened it, slightly expecting one of the boys to tell him to go to bed but only to find his girlfriend - you standing there with a big smile on your face.

"Hey babe," you said as he steps to the sode to let you walk in and you give him a tightly hug. "Hey," Woozi replied as he closed the door behind you. "What brings you here?" "I just wanted to see you, pluse we got some free time in our schedules for a few weeks" you said as you took off your (woozi's) coat and hung it over his computerchair. "Well, I'm glad you did," Woozi said as he led you over to the couch. "It's perfect cuddle weather." You smiled at him and snuggled up next to him on the couch. The both of you sat there for a while, listening to the rain outside and enjoying each other's company.

"I love nights like this," you said as you rest your head on Woozi's chest. "Me too," Woozi replied as he wrapped his arms around you securely. "It's so peaceful, now please save your work so we can stay like this all night." He sighed but did it and locked the computer only to come back to you as quickly as he left your arms.

You sat there in silence for a few minutes before speaking up again. "You know what would make this night even better?"  "What?" Woozi asked curiously. "If we watched a movie together," you suggested with a smile. Woozi grinned back at you. "That sounds like a great idea." The both of you left the studio and made your way to his room with all of the snacks on course.

After scrolling through Netflix for a bit, you both finally settled on an old classic movie that you both loved. As you watched the movie together, both of you couldn't help but make comments about certain scenes or characters that you found funny or interesting. It was one of those moments where everything felt perfect - being wrapped up in each other's arms, watching a great movie, and listening to the rain outside.

After the movie ended, and your eyes being low woozi decided to call it a night for the both of you. Woozi had gotten up from the be and stretched his arms out. "I should probably head home," you sat up fully and said with a yawn. Woozi shook his head in disagreement. "Yeah, no it's pretty late,cold and too wet for you to uber back home." You nodded you head walked over to the bathroom together to do your routine before you both crashed. Woozi had gotten done before you so he opened the window slightly to smell and hear the rain a lot better. Once finished with your routine you gave him a loving back hug. "Thanks for tonight, baby" you said with a smile pressed to his back. "I had a great time." "Me too," Woozi replied as he turned and hugged you back. "We should do this more often." You nodded in agreement as you and Woozi laid peaceful I the beg together.

"But how about we put on Transformers" you asked going to HBO: Max. "I think that's perfect baby," Woozi stated as he kissed the top of your forehead. The both of you crashed as soon as the part when they were in Egypt.

[zolatau]

[wfhandwatchingtv]

I watched the film Boogie a few weeks ago and I loved it! I remember in the early 2000s, there was an acute interest in Asian men and Black Women. Unfortunately, it died out (not sure why), but I'm happy space is being held for it.

Asian men and Black women are a relationship type that rarely get any coverage in cinema.

[clovernaya]

AI generated interracial couples

[lilactyme]

😍If you're looking for awesome AMBW mystery suspense novel check out Sydney Arrison's new release Raelee Scattering. Packed with action, drama, romance and an ending you will never see coming. It's a hell of a ride.

Gina Rae, a tenacious defense investigator, is trying to find evidence that will vindicate her client, Darren Lewis. Her boyfriend, Detective Tae Lee, still grappling with the aftermath of a devastating tragedy, sets out to prove Darren’s guilt. Their quest propels them into a world where the wealthy and powerful play... by their own set of rules. As Gina and Tae get closer to discovering the truth, they soon find themselves on a collision course with a methodical, ruthless killer.

🔥This book is intended for mature audiences.

amazon.com/dp/B0CKMYGF9B

[vitt-oria]

In a village hidden among lush forests, Song Rae-Won, a girl with a unique ability to perceive soul shifters, yearns for a life beyond her secluded home. 

Driven by curiosity and a thirst for adventure, she embarks on a journey into the unknown. Along her path, she encounters Nasksu, a skilled assassin, and their souls intertwine in an inexplicable manner. 

Rae-Won must now keep her newfound secret closely guarded-she is a soul shifter herself. Fate brings her to the esteemed Seoho Fortress, where she meets the enigmatic Jang Uk. Despite their initial differences, a connection forms between them. 

However, Rae-Won duty to conceal her true nature and Jang Uk's growing affections create a web of complexities. Matters intensify when Rae-Won's sister receives an order to marry Jang Uk. Rae-Won finds herself torn between her desire to protect her identity and the blossoming romance that threatens to expose her secret. As Rae-Won navigates this intricate world, she uncovers hidden truths and faces formidable challenges. 

Will she be able to maintain her disguise while navigating the treacherous world of soul shifters? Will she find a way to reconcile her feelings for Jang Uk with her need to protect her secret? The answers lie in the intricate tapestry of their intertwined destinies.

[multistanparadise]

Leeteuk x black!femreader

Archive posts :) but cute! Requests are open :’)

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Y/n

"Don't be nervous 자기, I'm sure they'll love you. Besides it's just lunch." He didn't tell me we had plans to have lunch with his members until this morning and I wish I had more time to prepare. "Well I don't want to make a bad first impression, I'm almost done anyways." I apply my lipgloss grabbing my purse as I look in the mirror making sure nothing is out of place. "You look beautiful as always baby so don't worry."

He takes my hand leading me out the door and into the unwelcoming cold weather. The light snow coming down makes me shiver. "We're not walking there right?" A driver pulls up with his car and opens the  passenger door. "Of course not, it's too far and too cold." He takes the driver's place and we drive off.

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We get to the restaurant and the entire group of Super Junior is there...including my bias Donghae. "Guys this is my girlfriend Y/n, you've been dying to meet her so here she is." They all raise an eyebrow. "Okay sugar daddy, she's a bit young for you isn't she? Maybe I should take her off your hands." Kyuhyun says smiling and Leeteuk rolls his eyes and it gets a laugh out of the others. "Come on it was a good joke, you are older than her am I right? What year are you Y/n씨?" " '94..." They all look at each other and burst out laughing. My boyfriend sighs shaking his head. "You're 11 years her senior??"

Leeteuk pulls out a chair and gestures for me to sit. "Don't worry about that, age is just a number anyways." I tense up learning my seat is across from Donghae. "Well she's really pretty and loves you so I think that's all that matters." Donghae says winking at me. Leeteuk clears his throat and sits next to me. "She does love me, 자기 order anything you want." He takes my coat off and places it on the back of my chair and does the same with his own. "So Y/n who's your bias? Or are you more into younger groups like Exo or BTS?"

I want to slightly roll my eyes hearing the last question because everyone always assumes I like BTS, I do but that's not the point. "Well before dating Leeteuk, it was Donghae. I do like some other groups but I like older men." Ryeowook spits out his water. "Wow you're really honest, I like her." Donghae says smiling making my cheeks feel hot.

Although out the lunch Donghae would talk to meet and ask me questions and laugh at my friendly jokes. Leeteuk on the other hand by the end of lunch was really touchy and seemingly ready to go. "Baby let's get out of here, I'm ready to go." I pout slightly not wanting to leave. "Aww but I'm having such a good time. Well it was lovely meeting all of you. I'm sure we'll have to have you guys over for dinner one day." Ryeowook raises an eyebrow. "You can cook Y/n??" I nod as Leeteuk helps me put on my coat. "Any Korean dishes or like American stuff?" Shindong asks rubbing his stomach.

"Didn't you just have lunch? Y/n makes Korean, Caribbean and American dishes really well. Anyways we have another thing to do today so we're going to head out first." I wave goodbye after my boyfriend drags me out the restaurant. "Hey hey what's up with you?? You're the one who asked me to come and now you're rushing me to leave." He looks at me and sighs. "Well you see I noticed how Donghae kept eyeing you the whole time and you two were laughing. It made me a little jealous." I didn't expect him to admit it. "Well open communication is key, that's why we talk things out. I'm glad you told me but you know I picked you for a reason. You're my baby."

He smirks pulling me closer to him. "No no I'm your daddy. Come give daddy some sugar baby." He leans down connecting our lips in a swift kiss but I pull him in closer deepening the kiss. I hear whistles coming from the restaurant and we pull apart. "Ayo you forgot to pay your bill! You owe me 375,000,000 ₩!!!" Yesung shouts from the door.

A/n: I hope you all like it and please send requests 🥰

[irillydonncuur]

[toloveher]

[everythingkimhongjoong]

The way haters take a 5 minute clip of an AMBW couple and used it to shame their interracial relationship, makes me furious. These couples are doing what every other couple is doing. So many couples make cringey social media content. That doesn’t mean their relationship isn't genuine. That doesn’t mean they don’t actually love each other. Yes, there definitely are a few people who get with each other just for clout. Just to make dumb shit on the internet, but that isn’t something specific to interracial couples. 

[zolatau]