#number 67

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Today I watched 6 last episodes of Squid Game because I knew I wouldn't be able to wait for the ending and my GOD I had to at least do some quick sketches to blow off steam cuz boy oh boy was this an emotional rollercoaster...(loved it so much tho, cannot wait for season 2)

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I'd like to know what you think about Squid Game. As an old K-Drama viewer, I am quite surprised by the affection of people to this show. When I watched the very first episodes I had no clue that this show would be this popular but as time passed, I started to see lots and lots of post on Instagram and spoilers became inevitable. ಠ◡ಠ

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Squid Game: First Impressions

Squid Game: First Impressions

Art by @KeouChuu on Twitter In a world where money doesn’t just buy you comfort, but is detrimental to your livelihood and how you’re brought into the world, financial ruin is a destination that can lead to horrible conditions and heartbreaking situations.  Money can’t buy happiness, and while it is true in some cases it’s also no lie that money is the biggest contributor to comfortable living…

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Number 67

Prompt; “Stop being so cute.”

Pair: Minseok / Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 588

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You sighed as you waited for the video call to connect. Damn overseas calls. Finally, Minseok’s smiling face filled your screen as he beamed at you. By the looks of the background, he was probably at practice with the boys.

  “Jagiya~” he greeted happily. Despite having missed him and being really happy to see his face for the first time in a while, you bit back your smile and frowned at him. You had a little something to discuss with him.

When you didn’t smile back his smile slowly fell away and he looked a little nervous, probably already knowing why you were calling. You raised a brow at him and he cowered a little.

  “Guess what arrived at my apartment today,” you asked pointedly, slowly panning your camera away to show a very nonchalant Tan sitting on your couch cleaning her privates. When you turned your phone back to yourself, Minseok was chuckling nervously.

  “Minnie, I thought I already told you I couldn’t take care of her while you were away, I don’t have the time. I’m not even sure I’m allowed pets here,” you scolded, more exasperated than angry. When he had asked if you wanted to look after his cat while he was on tour because his parents were unable to this time, you had really wanted to help, but with you being busy with work and school it just wouldn’t be fair to the cat. And like you said, you weren’t sure the apartment was even allowed pets.

  “I know, but no one else could and I just couldn’t leave her in a kennel,” he tried, voice begging. “You won’t even know she’s there if you just feed her and give her water, she can totally take care of herself.”

When you didn’t look convinced, Minseok pulled out the secret weapon he knew would always work on you. He smiled cutely and blew you a small kiss through the screen. “Just pretend it’s me being there in spirit, looking after you while I’m away~,” he said, voice smooth and slightly high-pitched to sound cuter.

Feeling a smile threatening to break out, you rolled your eyes. “Stop being so cute,” you grumbled. “I’m trying to be mad at you.”

He just laughed, grinning wider and you and you felt your resolve break just like that. You sighed. The cat probably wouldn’t cause that much trouble and she would be easy enough to hide.

  “I hate you,” you sighed as he gave a small cheer of victory. “You so owe me for this.”

  “I love you~,” he sing-songed, blowing you another kiss. Someone on his end called out his name and he looked off camera for a second, nodding at whatever they were saying to him. He smiled apologetically at you, “Sorry, but I have to go.”

  “It’s okay, you still owe me though,” you smiled, sad he had to leave already. “Love you too.”

The screen went black as he hung up and you put down your phone, looking over at Tan who had curled up to take a nap. Maybe it would be nice to have some company while the boys were away. You knew Tan was as clean as her owner, so you weren’t worried really.

By the time Minseok got back, you and Tan had bonded so much Tan barely spared him a glance as he walked through the door, and you were dying of laughter as he had to get on his knees and beg for her attention. Serves him right.      

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One Hundred Ways to Say ‘I love you’ - 67: “I did the dishes”

This was another prompt from the amazing @justkillingtimewhileiwait . 

Sorry against it took so long to write, but thank you so much for the encouragement and beta’ing :)

Thank you to everyone who is reading too! Your feedback on the last one was phenomenal <3 Please let me know what you think again, and if you have any prompts of this list you’d like me to write, just message me!

Jay sighed as he tossed his towel into the hamper of their bathroom, somehow feeling more lethargic after his rather long, hot shower. Their most recent case had been a hard one, involving college student from Canaryville who barely had any familial stability and was now looking at life in prison. It hadn’t been hard for him to make the connection to the kid, knowing that one wrong decision could have landed him in a very similar situation a few years back. God only knew their lives seemed pretty identical otherwise.

He had retreated straight to the shower after they had arrived home with the intention of washing away the case and unloading it from his shoulders. It had either been that or a stiff drink, but the two of them had promised long ago that they would no longer drink their feelings away. So a shower it had been, and though he had been able to accept the outcome of their case, he was still more than ready for the day to be over.

Heading out of the bedroom, Jay couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at the sound of metal clanging as he watched Erin put away the last of the cutlery in the kitchen. Like him, she had changed into her typical bed clothes of lounge shorts and loose vest top, hair tied into a high ponytail and looking completely domestic as she turned around to face him with a damp towel in her hands.

“Hey, I didn’t hear you there,” Erin greeted with a small smile, hanging the towel on the back of one of the stools before absentmindedly flinging a hand back towards the now-empty sink. “I did the dishes.”

“So I see. Why?” Jay asked, intrigued. Erin was not the biggest fan of washing up, especially not after work. She would rather dump it all into the dishwasher or leave it until the morning; both of which irritated him. There had definitely been some kinks, an adjustment period of sorts, when they had first moved in together, but they had now fallen into a pattern. And her doing the washing after coming home late from work didn’t fit anywhere into that.

“I wanted to do something nice for you, so I figured making dinner was out of the question,” she replied lightly with a shrug, causing him to smirk in response. “You had a pretty crappy day; I didn’t want to add having to do house chores to that, too.”

Jay shook his head as he approached her. “Thank you, but you didn’t have to. We both had a long day,” he reminded her, laying his hands on her bare shoulders and rubbing them softly.

“I know. I wanted to. I was the one who rushed us out of here this morning and I know how you like everything neat and tidy before bed. It's not a big deal,” Erin assured him with another shrug, her hands gripping gently at his waist.

“Still, thank you,” he replied sincerely, wondering when he had become so predictable and how he managed to get so lucky to have found such an amazing woman who put up with him and his pedantic ways.

Smiling tenderly, she nodded and squeezed at his hips. “You’re welcome but you don’t have to thank me. This is what I’m here for.”

Jay tilted his head slightly as he questioned, “To do my chores?”

“To help you, to take some of the load off your shoulders, even if you don’t think you need it,” she corrected him with a roll of the eyes when he laughed silently at his own joke.

They had spoken about the case throughout the day, with her reiterating that she was always there for him to talk to whenever he needed her, Voight’s rule about bring their personal relationship to work be damned. He had thanked her and repeated each time that it wasn’t anything she didn’t know, and sometimes it was better to just let sleeping dogs lie. Luckily for him, his partner knew him well enough to know when he was being honest and accepted it at face value.

“Does this make you a housewife now?” Jay teased, sliding his hands down her arms to grasp at her elbows as she scoffed.

“Don’t push it. There’s only space for one housespouse in this relationship, and you claimed that spot years ago,” she informed him with a smirk, giving him a half-hearted shove to the chest which only caused her to stumble into him due to his hold on her.

Jay winced playfully at her words and her actions. “Ouch. This is how you plan on turning my crappy day around? ‘Cause I’ve got to admit, you’re doing a bad job.”

“You’re my househusband, there’s no other way around it,” Erin told him matter-of-factly, wrapping her arms around his waist and pulling herself closer to him. Glancing up at him, she waited until he held her to him before adding in a low murmur, “Though, you know, an argument could be made to possibly shorten it to just ‘husband’.”

Shocked by her statement, Jay searched her features for any sign of teasing, and was both elated and nervous when he found none. They had discussed the future and what it might hold for them, both knowing the others’ intentions, but also realising that wanting something and being ready for it were two completely separate things.

Not wanting to jump to conclusions, not when it came to them, he asked her carefully, “Erin, what are you saying?”

“I’m saying that your mom’s ring has spent way too long in your locker, and maybe I’ve recently realised there’s a better place for it,” she told him, breaking into a somewhat self-conscious smile at the end and looking amazingly adorable and beautiful all at once.

Leaning down, Jay pressed his lips to hers and felt his own grin transform hers into the confident one he always associated with her. He had no idea how she knew about his mom’s ring, or that he kept it in his locker at work, but he wasn’t going to question her. Not when she had managed to turn a truly horrible day to the starting of a new chapter for them with one simple statement.

He pulled away with a tug on her hair, chuckling at the sight of her scrunching up her nose at his annoying habit. “I love you.”

“I know,” Erin quipped, leaning back up to kiss him again.