#Kiwi wiggles too

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Whenever you have time could you please do more single dad!Spencer. It’s just too cute and it really warms my heart how you write it.

tysm ♡ dad!spencer and his daughter amanda find their reunion unexpectedly interrupted when you need a place to stay the night. fem!reader, 3.4k

Spencer doesn't mind how tactile Amanda is. If anything, he loves it, content to have her sitting in his lap or on his hip, anywhere he goes and anywhere she wants to be. He tries to get in as much affectionate time with her as he can when he's home to make up for his days away. 

He doesn't like missing her, but he loves coming home. Amy sits on his stomach while Spencer lays on the couch, using his thighs as a backboard while they both fail to pay attention to the kids cartoons on their TV. 

"Were you good for Mrs. Gomorrah?" he asks, though he knows she was. He had to live through the agony that was teaching Mrs. Gomorrah how to text on a cell phone he bought for her years ago, but it was worth it to get those incremental updates that he relies on every day to get to the next without catching a flight home.

Amy had pizza 

Amy misses you. She said she is kissing you through my phone

Wants a new dress for school party tonight, emergency money OK to use? said she loves you 

Aaskkk k k o 

Sorry, accidentally texted you, Amanda made dinner tonight [photo]

The text messages help being far away feel less like torture. Spencer loves his job but he wonders if he should love it less, sometimes, when Mrs. Gomorrah remembers how to send photos, or when he can make it back to the hotel before bed time and call Amy.

But here she is in the flesh. Spencer doesn't worry about work when she's holding his hand. 

"I was good," she confirms, wiping hair from her face with a blue sleeve. She's in her pyjamas at three thirty. Spencer's in his matching set, blue long sleeve t-shirts with two dogs —a grown up and a puppy, seemingly a dad dog and his daughter— on the shirt and miniature dogs on the pants. "Promise. We did fruit kebabs last night." 

Spencer saw photos, but he still says, "Yeah? What fruits did you have? You know, strawberries will be extra yummy again soon because they're back in season." 

"We had strawberries, and bananas, and the green one, kiwi." She puts one of her feet up on his chest. He makes wide eyes at it to hear her giggle. "And with chocolate and maple syrup, it was really yummy." 

"We should make Tanghulu." 

This is a new word for Amy. "Tanghulu?" 

"It started with a berry called Chinese hawthorn, but now people use lots of different fruits. You make a fruit kebab, but instead of chocolate, you dip the fruit into hot sugar and it goes hard as it cools like rock candy, and you have good strong teeth, so you could eat it no problem." 

"It turns the fruit into candy?" she asks, wiggling her toes. 

"Kind of." Spencer covers her foot with his hand unthinkingly. She looks tired already though it's only the afternoon. She gets very tired when Spencer comes home, like she'd been waiting. "Do you want to have a nap with me, sweetpea?" 

"No, I don't think so."

Spencer made a mistake when she was younger. He thought leaving while she was sleeping would make it easier to say goodbye. It was for him, but Amy didn't sleep or eat right for days, and Spencer had to come home before the case was over to stop her from making herself sick. They've worked on it, Spencer never ever leaves without saying goodbye, but she still gets scared to sleep when they're together sometimes. 

He ushers her forward. "Come here," he says, "quick, give me a hug." She flops forward and Spencer arranges her into a cuddle, hand against her hair, his nose pressed to her forehead. "I missed you." 

"Missed you more," she says. 

"Not true. I missed you so much." 

"Don't go away again for a day," she says. 

"I'm staying home for a whole week. Maybe longer, okay? But I promise you, seven whole days no matter what." And he means it. The only thing that could change his mind is a mass murder situation, but otherwise, they'll have to make it work without him. He hates to say that kind of thing, but he has to say it, because Amy is his first priority. 

She relaxes into his arms. "Okay." 

His phone rings, because of course it does. Amy frowns her displeasure with tears shining silver in her eyes. Spencer shakes his head at her, "I'm not going, Ames. I promised. I won't answer anybody, this week is just going to be me and you." 

She glares at the phone and rests her chubby cheek on his chest. Spencer wonders if it's uncomfortable considering his lack of padding and sits up with an arm behind her seatbelting her to his front. "Let's go watch TV in bed." 

Her hands grab at the back of his shirt. "Bring your phone, dad," she says. 

Spencer kisses the side of her head. "No, I told you already, I'm not going." 

"What if Mrs. Gomorrah wants to come for dinner?" she asks, her voice smaller, sleepy. She rubs her face into his front. 

It's a good point. Spencer picks up his phone to check if it was her and frowns at the missed call. It's you. You've texted him too. 

"It's Y/N," he says. 

Amy knows you because whenever he's had to bring her with him (not often, but occasionally on regular work days when there's school reset days), you're very, very kind to her. You're not sure of yourself around kids but it doesn't matter, you let Amy sit with you if she wants to and you always talk to her with care, offer her snacks, anything that you can share. 

It's why he calls you back. That, and you're a nice friend. 

— 

You're feeling about as ashamed and sheepish as a girl can be as you take the elevator up to Spencer's floor. You don't want to impose on anybody, but you'd rather have died than ask Hotch, JJ's taking a vacation in Santa Monica, Penelope's on a conference with Kevin, Emily chose to use her week on an undisclosed trip, and Morgan was similarly off the radar. 

And you know Spencer has Amanda, you know they've been apart for longer than they've been together this month, and you hate interrupting their time together, but… you couldn't stay home no matter how badly you wanted to. Stupid landlord. Stupid cockroaches and stupid fumigation tents.

You carry your go bag with nothing but a week's worth of dirty clothes and your wallet. Your phone is about to die and you'd really wanted, more than anything, to crawl into bed and sleep the daytime away. 

You've never been to Spencer's apartment despite knowing him well, and liking him more. You knock on the door, apartment 305B. You're dead on your feet at this point, exhausted by the jet ride home, the commute to your apartment, the subsequent ten minutes spent crying on the sidewalk, and the next half hour debating if you could bother Spencer. Maybe you should've got a hotel, but it was already getting late and you just needed something familiar. Selfishly, you needed someone you knew after such a shitty case. 

"Hello," Spencer says, opening the door with a familiar girl held in his arms, "don't mind my jacket." 

Amy's clearly sleeping, tiny snores echoing from near his neck. It's cute, but it makes you feel much worse. "I'm sorry–" 

He doesn't let you apologise, "Are you kidding? What were you gonna do? We're excited to have you." He's kind of talking to you like Amy's still awake, enthusiastic whisper-shouting as he pulls you inside. 

"It's just for tonight, I promise. They said I'll be able to  back in by evening tomorrow," you say, holding your bag to your chest. You blink at him as you follow him to the kitchen. "Are you wearing matching pyjamas?" 

"You came over last minute!" he defends with a laugh. 

Spencer opens his hand for your bag and puts it behind a steaming bowl of soup. "Oh, were you guys eating dinner?" you ask. 

"No, that's for you. I'm gonna put Amy in bed and then I can do your laundry. Did you need a hug?" 

"What?" 

Spencer smiles at you. "I thought maybe you're having a bad day." He offers his empty arm and you don't know how to say no, don't want to, careful not to bump into Amy as you curl your arm behind his back. "We're happy to have you. You could stay all week and that would be fine. Did they really give you no warning?" 

"I called my landlord and he laughed and then kind of got quiet. I think he forgets that I live there." 

Spencer pulls away and puts a hand on Amy's back. She's very slight like Spencer but if she were any older he'd struggle to carry her for as long as he has. You can see the fatigue trembling in his left arm. "It's not legal for him to leave you with nowhere to stay, and without any notice. You could ask Hotch–" 

"It's okay." You gesture to Amy's face. "She's getting so big." 

"And heavy. Be back in a few. Eat on the couch if you want to." 

You wouldn't. Spencer takes Amy into one room off of the main room, and then comes back to grab your laundry before disappearing into another. His apartment is a fun but odd layout, the door leading into a living room slash kitchen with a dining table, then opening out left and right, bedrooms toward the back of the apartment and a bathroom behind. It reminds you of a flower, that central hub of life and the petals curling outward. 

You pick up your spoon cautiously. He definitely said the food was for you, but it's so strange to be greeted with a meal, you can't remember the last time someone made sure you had something to eat. 

Spencer doesn't attract your attention until he's pulling up a chair next to you with two glasses set on the table. "I put your pyjamas on quick wash. And your, uh, your grey bag." 

Your grey bag is a little net bag full of delicates. You try to be adult about it, but it's so super awkward that you end up laughing aloud, "Oh, shit, I'm sorry." 

"Don't be. It doesn't bother me if it doesn't bother you. I just put the entire bag in, like, intact." 

You believe that, but you infer from the tightness of his voice that he's worried you'll think he's weird. Honestly, he's just nice, even if it's awkward. Everybody wears underwear. "That's what it's for," you say. 

"Do you think they make those in a bigger size? Amy's vests get tangled sometimes because the straps are skinny, that would be useful." 

"I'm sure they do," you say, toying with your spoon. "I… really don't know how to say thank you. I know we're friends, but it's different. To let me stay."

"When I was a kid I didn't have many friends. By high school I didn't have one. So I never got to have sleepovers until Amanda. And she's my best friend, but she's six, so…" 

You both laugh suddenly, beaming at one another in your wrinkled, mismatched clothes. 

You finish your meal through lighthearted conversation. Spencer takes your dish for the sink and you both move to the couch to watch TV. 

Clifford the Big Red Dog plays on mute. "I know you're thrilled to watch something this intellectually tantalising, but maybe we should watch a movie. There's a guide under the cushion," Spencer says. 

You dig for the guide but wherever he thinks it is, it isn't. 

"Doesn't matter. Mrs. Gomorrah will have one, I'll take her some dinner at the same time. Would you keep your ear on Amy? She might wake up."

He makes a tray for Mrs. Gomorrah, a neighbour and good friend of his. You've met her once when she brought Amy into the office, an Italian-American woman who's black and silver hair bounced when she talked. Beside his mother living in a sanitarium in Nevada, and his small daughter, Mrs. Gomorrah is Spencer's only family. He treats her accordingly. 

The washing machine starts to beep a few minutes after he's left. You spring from the couch and track down his washer and dryer, transferring your damp wash into the dryer and frowning at the machine's strange settings.

"Daddy?" a small voice calls. Sharper, unhappy, "Daddy?" 

"Amy!" you say, moving from your crouch to stand in the doorway. "Hi, honey! Your dad just went to give Mrs. Gomorrah some dinner." 

Amy squints at you. "Miss Y/N?" 

"Hi," you say tentatively. "My house is kind of broken for a bit and I asked your dad if I can stay the night." You bend to meet her eyes properly. "Would that be okay with you?" 

"Yeah," she says, smiling. "Yeah, please stay. Daddy's friends never come over." 

"Did you need something, honey? I can help." 

"No… You're sure he's at Mrs. Gomorrah's?" 

"Definitely one hundred percent positive. He can't go to work without me, can he?" 

Amy shrugs little shoulders. "I guess not." 

You can't help laughing at her. With the sound of the dryer bumping behind you, you meet Amy near the dining table and touch her shoulder gently to prompt her toward the couch. She jumps up onto the seat with the most cushions and you sit beside her. You and Spencer never managed to pick a movie, so the kids channel still plays on mute. 

"How do you turn it up?" you ask, offering her the remote hopelessly. 

Amy sidles against your side and points. You click the small white speaker button, greeted by the barks of another episode of Clifford. 

"Is this one okay?" you ask. 

"I love Clifford."

It can't be two minutes before she rests her head against your arm, her hand locking over the crook of your elbow. 

You're not sure what to do. She's Spencer's kid, so she probably does. "Do you want a cuddle?" you ask her. You'd be happy to give her one, but you don't know what's okay with her. 

"Please." 

You hang your arm across her shoulders and behind her back, stroking a tentative and short line into her arm, just once. "These are nice pyjamas, Amy. I saw your dad has the same ones." They're soft under your arm. Her hair brushes your wrist as she turns her head to crinkle her nose at you. 

"Thank you. Me and dad have all matching pyjamas," she says proudly. 

"All?" 

"Well, maybe not all. But lots." 

She hums and shuffles closer to your chest. It felt odd at first —although Amy has sat in your lap at your desk at work, and even given you a hug on her birthday to say thank you for the books and candies, you're not used to children or the things that they want. But it feels less foreign the longer she sits there, and you find yourself relaxing for the first time that day. 

Spencer comes back with a shiny TV Guide Magazine and a bundle of Amy's clothes under his arm. His eyes light up as her head peeks over the back of the couch. 

"Sorry, I was just at Mrs. Gomorrah's," he says, quickly putting everything down to take her into his arms. 

"I know," Amy says into his shirt. 

He kisses her head. You almost miss it, the affection quiet and swift. "Was your nap okay? Or do you need another one?" 

"Dad! Y/N's here." 

"Y/N doesn't care that you take naps, she takes naps too." Snoozing up against his shoulder with drool running down your chin. 

"No, I can't sleep because we're having a slumber party!" 

"We are?" he asks. 

"But she needs matching jammies." 

"Well, I don't have anything matching, but it won't be long for all my clothes to dry. I can wear jammies, then, at least," you assure her, sending Spencer a squinting smile that says, She's the cutest thing on planet Earth. 

He smiles back, as if to say, She really is. "Maybe Y/N wants a nap." 

Amy's concern lands on you. She climbs out of Spencer's arms, pressing her hand to your shoulder. "Please don't nap, I want to play games." 

"I'll play games, babe," you say. "Any game you want." 

"Yes! And, and maybe we can make, um–" Puzzled, Amy quirks her mouth into a frown and bounds back to Spencer. He rounds the couch and leans down at her gesturing. "What's it called, the fruit candy?" she whispers.

"From earlier?" he whispers back. "It's tanghulu. Tang-who-loo." 

She whispers a sweet thank you, spinning on the spot with her hands held behind her back. "We can make tanghulu, it's fruit kebabs turned to candy! Do you want to?"

Spencer smooths her hair back from her face. "You don't have to," he mouths, already squeezing her arm like he's prepared to talk her down. 

"Well, if it's okay with your dad I'd love to."

She gasps happily, jumping down off the sofa to race into the bathroom. "I'll wash my hands!" 

Spencer snorts and sits on the couch arm. "Notice how she didn't even ask me?" 

"You know that's a good thing." Spencer's probably read every parenting book there is. "She's so smart, Spencer. So smart, it's incredible. You're amazing." 

He scratches the collar of his sleep shirt, his curls moving as though woken by a gentle breeze as he nods to one side, "She shows some signs of an eidetic memory. Not like mine, but most children who have eidetic memories don't have them like I do. I can't take the credit for that, you know, beyond genetics." 

"Of course you can, someone had to teach her these things for her to remember them. You're never as nice to yourself as you should be, Spence. Everybody knows you're a great dad." You slouch back into the couch. "And I'm not just saying that because you're letting me stay for free." 

"There's no version of this situation where I would ever charge you. Thank you, Y/N. Having her by myself has been hard– it's hard. She's easy and I love her and she's better for me than she probably should be." He winces, his talking rushed, like he's listing statistics. "I haven't really been by myself. Mrs. Gomorrah. The team. We've known each other for a year but you act like Amy's family whenever you see her, and that means a lot to me. That's why I'm glad you called. You can always call me if you need help." 

"You can always call me," you murmur back. 

Spencer bumps your thigh with his knuckles. "I'm glad we're friends. Are you sure you're not too tired? Tanghulu isn't easy if you've never made it." 

"Says who?" 

"East Asian Eating, issue 78. We have to find the sugar, water, glucose syrup sweet spot or the candy doesn't harden."

"We can do it. You're the smartest guy I know, and I've been known to be resourceful. Plus, we have a world class assistant." 

Spencer stands up and offers you his hand to help you come with him, his fingers brushing yours for a moment that seems to stretch for minutes. "Just curious," he says softly, to your heart's clear delight, "when was your last check up at the dentist?" 

Right. He isn't about to tell you something you want to hear. This is Spencer —you should've guessed an odd question was on the horizon. 

"I'll have to think about it," you say.  

Amy bounds out of the bathroom and paints a trail of water droplets from the table to the kitchen. "He thinks you have weak teeth!" she explains. 

"That is not what I think." 

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Perler Bead Flight Flags

Made these flight flag coasters a bit back, figured it was a good time to post 'em! I do enjoy Perlers, they're like pixel art but at the end I can hold them and stuff.

Crafting details after the break, if y'all want to make your own.

These are using the original 2013 flag designs/colors on a 14x14 board, with standard 5mm beads. If you wanted to do the current flag designs, they'd need a little bit of tweaking as many are more symmetric in the current art (and also, I'd recommend a 16x16 size, since then you have room to put the current art's border). You could also try out an odd-sized flag, 15x15 maybe, but the angles at the bottom will look a little off. Doesn't hurt to try stuff though!

I got most of the beads for these out of variety packs and various kits, which don't necessarily label the colors in them, but these are my best guesses to what I used:

Earth: Tan design on Brown base

Fire: Butterscotch/Orange on Light Brown base

Wind: Dark Green on Kiwi Lime

Water: Light Blue on Dark Blue/Cobalt

Lightning: Toothpaste on Parrot Green

Ice: Turquoise on Robin's Egg

Light: Cheddar on Creme

Shadow: Pastel Lavender on Purple

Nature: Kiwi Lime on Dark green

Plague: Red on Cranapple

Arcane: Pink on Raspberry

(Most of these came from the Multi Mix packs or the Neutral Colors/Fun Colors trays, but Cranapple in particular was catankerous to get ahold of. Fitting for Plague, I suppose! Anyways, there's some wiggle room on hue for a lot of these, too, I was just using what I had onhand as much as possible)

As for what I would do differently if I made another set of these? Well... I've gotten a bit better at getting the melt level consistent, so there's that. Learned the hard way that trying to melt two designs on the same pegboard, even if said board is big, isn't a good idea (and it's near-impossible to fix). Also, I was using one of the freebie folded pieces of parchment paper, so some of the coasters have creases... On non-ironing notes, I think it would be fun to take a stab at a micro-bead variant, since they support a higher dpi and all!

Anyways, if you decide to make your own set, please uh... I'd say ping me, but I'm not actually sure how that works here? I think it'd be cool to see 'em, that's all. Happy crafting!

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Happy Wednesday. <3 Back again after vacationing and friends-ing. This is a Work Is Posted day for once. Thanks for tagging me last week. I loved reading your snippets.

Your Shotgun rider 'til the day I die Summary: Carlos joins his husband for the concert of his life. A/N: A prompt fill for @carlos-tk 🍵 for the @911actionforgaza. If you are able to, please consider donating to the people still suffering in Gaza. Check out the event list or this vetted list for fundraisers.

Turns out, TK had a right to worry. At the bar, the bartender immediately notices him and asks him for his order and it would have gone so smoothly if it weren’t for the petite girl beside him that the bartender ignored for it. Carlos points at her to go first. She thanks him for it. So do the other five women he lets go in front of him out of a sense of sudden guilt. By the point that he finally orders two mineral waters at the price of half a tank of fuel, he has around five minutes left before TK seeks him out and he has yet to make it through the crowd.

The way out was rough, the way back in makes him clench his jaw until it hurts. At work, he puts the myriads of anxieties he houses away. He used to be better at that in general, before TK came and showed him it was okay to be weak sometimes, that his fears wouldn’t topple him. He puts the armor back on as he apologizes to each dressed up person glaring at him for daring to move past them, but he doesn’t stop.

The first time he can breathe again is when he sees the familiar brim of a cowboy hat that sticks out mostly because it’s a real one, and not one of the cheap neon ones sold in front of the venue for a fiver.

He’s pretty sure TK has moved several feet away from the stage while he was gone. The reason for it becomes apparent when Carlos finally squeezes through to him and sees a group of teenage girls that hadn’t been in front of them before. TK’s eyes light up when he spots him and he pulls at Carlos’ wrist to draw him in closer against the last barricade of people in front of them.

“You made it back!” TK yells over the increasing murmur and music in the background. 

“Told you I’d make it.”

“How many people did you let order in front of you?”

Carlos snorts at being so easily known. “As many as you gave our good spot to so they could see better.”

“Are we like…too good for this world?” TK jokes, wiggling his eyebrows.

To Carlos, TK is. He’ll tell him that later, when he can make sure it can’t be written off easily. Every day, he wants TK to know he is the best thing on this planet. 

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Transit

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Summary: John “Soap” MacTavish & Simon “Ghost” Riley wait for a military convoy. Ghost finds out Soap knows a song that isn’t “Anarchy in the UK” by the Sex Pistols.

The only thing cutting through the silence of the pre-dawn darkness was the lieutenant opening and closing his mouth, clacking his bloody tongue piercing against his teeth — mindless and heedless of the phantom pain shooting through Soap’s mouth every time it happened. The wet sounds of lips parting, smacking, tongue licking and detaching from soft, spit-slicked gums were driving Soap up the walls.

“Gum?” There lieutenant’s voice cut through Soap’s unease.

“Gum- what?”

“Did ye want any?” Ghost asked, producing a sliver-wrapped strip from somewhere. Mysterious pocket candy, as likely to be fresh as it might have been plucked from a dead Russian operative seven months ago, and Ghost had simply forgotten to empty his pockets before laundry. Juicy Fruit mixed with old pocket sweat stains and Persil detergent didn’t seem like a flavour to chase the miserably watered down and microwaved coffee sachet he’d called his breakfast because mess didn’t open until five. Two full hours before they were scheduled to leave. Soap sighed and turned his face towards the window. They were supposed to be out on the road already, but the fucking convoy of course ran late — and now all they could do was stare at the silent radio and wait. He hated these hours wasted in limbo.

Ghost seemed oddly calm, for once. Aside from the whole mouth-smacking of course. Soap wondered why he hadn’t noticed it before. Perhaps the situation had him more on edge than usual.

“Bother ye if I start the motor?” Soap asked. The windows were fogging up and the used air was making him sleepier than it should, although given the three thirty wakeup call he decided to cut himself some slack. Still, being this tired without the convoy having reached base yet, let alone getting a move on, it didn’t seem like his best idea.

“Keep the lights down. Lieutenant Morrison gets weird about his boys and they’re facing us.” The lieutenant wiggled his leg. “Tell me about your basic,” Ghost finally asked.

“Wot? Story time because ye’s types didn’t have a good sergeant in basic?” Soap snorted. Ghost did that thing he liked to do where he could be staring at Soap, at Soap’s bones and nerves and delicate blood vessels, or something not-Soap which just so happened to occupy the same space as Soap. The eery glare didn’t really do it for Soap so he turned the key in the ignition and took a second to appreciate the warm red and orange lights popping up before he twisted the key one notch further and the old jeep coughed back to life. The machine was loud in the pre-dawn silence, cutting through the dreams and exhausted half-comas that their comrades surely still tried to escape in.

“Used to ah. We used to sing a lot. Had an Irish boy in our group, he knew all these songs from his ma’s pub.”

“Sing like a bird, the lot of you?”

“Ever heard a shoebill, Lt?” Soap asked.

“On YouTube,” his lieutenant admitted easily. Soap sniggered to himself.

“Surprised ye know what that is, sir.”

“Had to take basic somewhere, didn’t I?” Ghost asked mildly. The weirdly wet mouth-noises stopped, and instead he started popping one of the buttons on his thigh pocket.

“Yer right mad if ye think for a second I believe that Sir, all due respect.”

Ghost only hummed to Soap’s indignant reply. “Sing us a song then, Soap.”

“Ever heard a Kiwi?”

“Had one run up to me in the middle of a night training with Aussie SAS,” Ghost replied with what sounded like a grimace. “The poor sods that were sent to populate that continent really had to think they were being sent to hell.”

“They didn’t know how America would turn out,” Soap replied absently, trying not to focus too hard on the repetitive metallic plop of Ghost opening and closing the buttons on his trouser pockets.

“A right comedian before sunrise.” At least Ghost seemed amused by his disgruntled, short replies.

“Aye, Dante had shit on me,” Soap agreed easily and wondered for the umpteenth time why Ghost would be so fucking awake at this ungodly hour. He wasn’t used to superiors sitting awake while they waited for a convoy, wasn’t used to conversation beyond talking shit at the CO passed out snoring in the passenger seat.

“Not quite, Soap,” Ghost said with what sounded like a smile. “Promised me a song, sergeant.”

“Nae danger did I promise ye anything,” Soap tried.

“Don’t get cute with me.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, sir.”

“Go’an then.”

Soap sighed and rolled his eyes for good measure before adjusting the fan to heat the windows.

“There are men of over ninety that have never yet kissed a girl,” he started and then stopped himself to clear his throat. “But give me a ramblin’ rover frae Orkney down to Dover. We will roam the country over and together we’ll face the world.

“If you’re bent with arthritis, your bowels have colitis, you’ve gallopin’ bollockitis, and you’re thinkin’ it’s time you died,

“If you’ve been a man of action, though you’re lying there in traction, you may gain some satisfaction thinking ‘Jesus, at least I tried’.

“Oh there’s sober men and plenty, and drunkards barely twenty, there are men of over ninety that have never yet kissed a girl.”

“Missed your true callsign, didn’t you?” Ghost asked quietly, as if he regretted breaking the silence after Soap’s voice cracked on the last line. “Sing like a lark for me, Soap.”

“Not a happy song, Lt.” Soap exhaled through his nose, and tried not to think too hard about the way his voice had cracked. On how many notes he had missed. Why he had chosen that particular part of the song to sing.

“Doesn’t change that you sing it nicely, sergeant. Sound like a choir boy.” Soap bit his lip, uncomfortable with how easily Ghost had spoken about Soap’s childhood, regardless of if it stemmed from Soap’s personnel file — which Ghost has full access to, it would just be weird — or if it had come from conjecture — also weird to think of himself as so easily fitting into patterns, Soap thought.

“Think that’s the convoy up ahead, on the service road?” Soap noticed movement to his left, half hidden behind his lieutenant’s bulky form. Desperately wished for the moving string of lights to be his reprieve from Ghosts eery perception. Ghost turned in his seat, twisting his entire spine. Soap thought to himself that he’d have been both more and less surprised at the same time if his lieutenant had just swivelled his head like an owl.

“You good to drive, sergeant?” Ghost asked.

“Tell you when it changes, Lt,” Soap promised and watched Ghost’s satisfied little nod.

“Then hit the road,” he ordered lightly and started fiddling with that stupid pocket again.

“Yes, Sir.” Soap smiled to himself while he turned on the lights and pulled out of the parking space to slip between the guard vehicles of the MP.

We will roam the country over and together we’ll face the world.

He hummed to himself, quietly of course as to not disturb the night any further. If Ghost joined him, Soap pretended not to pay any attention to it and weaselled the soft sound away to keep safe in his breast pocket.

[princess-of-thebes-1995]

Something was wrong. You knew. Despite knowing it would feel weird since it would be your first pregnancy. You read books and knew it would t come to this.

Your weight gain worried you. You were growing too fast despite vomiting and eating little.

Sadly, people noticed. Your fat baby bump caused heads to turn in public. You gave in defeat. The Colonel wouldn't let you go out his room alone. He would walk with you

Hand in hand. You assumed you were no longer a scientist. You haven't went to the lab since your attempted escape. Only max. He tended your back wounds when you got whipped by your mean fiance.

Then he told you about your pregnancy.

Right now, Quaritch decided to let you stroll in the greenhouse he gifted you. The sub should help your bones.

As he was leading you down the halls, people stared at you. The men were snickering and smirking at you. Some jerks winked and wiggles their eyebrows in mockery.

They heard how you tried to run but was disciplined when the Colonel fucked you to submission. His big white cock must have made you yield to his authority.

You acted weird too. You would eat nothing but kiwis and Swiss cheese. The Colonel forced you to eat healthy but you would immediately vomit.

His brows would crumple in confusion. He would try to feed you himself. The fork he stabbed into the steak to your lips.

You tried to eat to not be punished. But you hated the taste. So far he stopped hitting you since the whipping.

Quaritch sighed and gave up. He let you eat whatever. But he admitted you looked so fuckin fine. You were swollen with his specimen. Made him proud of himself. And he loved fucking you despite being round.

But there were bad times. The morning sicknesses. He didn't mind at all. He would pull your hair back gently. Then would stroke your stomach and lead you back to bed. But he hated you crying the most. You would cry randomly. As if the world would end.

It made him feel guilty. He didn't mean to be mean to you. So he would make it up

He went to the forest and caught the closest thing to a pet. A non meat eating monkey like animal in Pandora.

You liked it so far. It gave you company.

Lyle on the other hand would be assigned to watch you as Quaritch went to work. You didn't speak to him. But he would ogle with longing. Fuck. The Colonel was one lucky bastard. He wished you were his. He had good fucks before. But he wishes you were his girlfriend. He would treat you right and marry you.

He wished you were filled with his child instead. He would treat you like the queen you are.

He knew Quaritch was harsh. Lyle wishes you escaped. You seemed miserable. He knew that you were with Quaritch was because of the Avatar program.

He pitied you too

Suddenly it happened. You began to groan in pain

Lyle put down his gun and carried you to the hospital. While you were tended by Max and nurses, he ran to Quaritch.

"sir, your girlfriend is in the infirmary."

Quaritch ran down the halls to reach you.

He asked Max what was wrong. You were asleep.

Max smiled nervously. He said you were pregnant with triplets. Two boys and a girl.

Holy shit

Quaritch felt so many emotions at once. Surprise, shock, impressed by Name, happy, and felt warmth in his heart. His precious name was expecting three.

He fantasized it. He could name his son after himself, his dead father and then his dead mother. It was perfect.

[crabs-with-sticks]

Who are you voting for this Bird of the Year?

People not from Aotearoa may not know this, but every year there is a national election for the bird of the year. It gets cutthroat, and was the actual 2020 election that featured significant voter fraud. You may remember last year that John Oliver got really excited about a bird? The puteketeke?

So- want to vote in a foreign election? Want to experience the epic highs and lows of NZ bird politics? Want to experience the joy of ranked choice voting?

Propaganda under the cut :)

Kārearea: The kārearea is always my first pick. We have a special relationship ever since I was violently attacked by one while I was lost hiking and trying to figure out where I was. Its actually quite terrifying to see a falcon speeding silently towards you at your eye level. Mad respect.

Kea: Deeply seriousness birds and they know it. One tried to steal my shoelaces once. While they were on my feet. These parrots are too smart for their own good. They set off predator traps on purpose because they like to make things go bang. They have been known to use road cones to redirect traffic according to their whims.

Mohua: I was adopted by a flock of these birds when we were hiking and my dad played their song to try bring them in. They instantly swarmed around us and looked very confused as we were very large birds, but all are welcome in the family I guess. They are known to welcome other species into their flocks.

Kererū: FAT FUCKS! These guys are really fat pigeons and in summer they get drunk off fermented fruit and fall out of trees. They consistently forget how heavy they are and misjudge their ability to land on trees.

Pūteketeke: John Oliver's pick in the last election. They have floating nests and funky mating dances :D

Tokoeka: a species of kiwi, their name translates to 'weka with a walking stick'. They're very fluffy and wiggle their buts when they forage.

Takahē: They were thought extinct but were rediscovered! They're very dinosaur looking birds, but the two in a sanctuary still harass my uncle for food (they're elderly advocate birds). 10/10 on the orb rating

Kākāpō: Another super rare bird. Stephen Fry made a documentary about them, and one of the birds started shagging the guide's head. They don't fly but look super cute.

Titipounamu: another very orbular bird. These are tiny lil guys and have a call that sounds like laser guns.

Ruru: Who doesn't love an owl with those big eyes and swivelly head? They've been making a comeback in NZ cities! Also feature on Sir Terry Pratchett's coat of arms

Weka: A common bird but no less charming. Little menaces they will try and steal your food, and will also walk through your bivvy while you're sleeping.

[ronearoundblindly]

♟ and Jake Jensen (shocking I knoe)

Arts and Crafts

No warnings. Pure fluff. WC ~700

Record-setting torrential downpours for days. It feels like it’s been raining for weeks, months even. You are starting to hate what used to be one of your favorite things.

You can’t nap anymore. You’ve run out of books to read (and listen to). You are trapped inside and ready to start pulling your hair out for the fun of it.

Although a gamer and techie who regularly sits in a dark room staring at a computer for twelve-hour stretches, Jake is also going stir-crazy and loudly announced that he was “fucking done” this morning before disappearing into his office.

You give up staring out the window by 9 AM, knocking on his open door in time with the scratching sound of the 3-D printer.

“Whatcha doing?” you ask in that cute way he likes.

Jake spins in the chair, a huge smile on his face, the kind that lifts his glasses with his cheeks.

“Nothing,” he lies, a mischievous glint flickering over the lenses.

You know better. “You’re bored, Jensen, and up to something.”

Your boyfriend opens his arms as you saunter over and perch in his lap, eyeing his screen over his shoulder. His feet shuffle to turn you both around.

“Is that some sort of longboat?” you guess. “Like the Vikings? Trying to get in touch with your roots, huh, Mister Frosted Tips?”

Jake chuckles while you play with his hair a bit, then he snuggles you closer.

“Actually,” he pushes at the bridge piece over his nose, “that is a Maori waka. Similar, but they made war canoes…and technically the Vikings had longships.”

You hum.

“Dork.”

Jake snorts and sags in the chair, resting his forehead on your shoulder. You simply card your fingers through his short hair some more.

“So why are you building yourself an ultra-tiny canoe?”

“Just an idea,” he mumbles, “and I think I’ve just had another.”

He starts clicking through schematics and typing a new search. After landing on his intended target, he wiggles you—nicely—off of him to load more material into the printer.

Bouncing with new-found purpose, Jake grabbing string and a drill bit has you a smidge worried.

“Hey, pretty lady, you wanna play in the mud?”

Why you two even bothered to put on raincoats, you’ll never know.

Less than ten minutes into your epic boat race on the raging creek in the backyard, you’re both soaked through and still beaming. The strings make sure you don’t lose your vessels either down the current or to the now invisible bottom.

You keep trying to clothesline Jake while your noticeably faster vessel tugs you past him. He’s hurtled over you a couple of times, hoping for best two-out-of-three or first to ten.

“Face it, Jensen! I am owning your W.A.S.P.y ass with a flightless bird.”

Although enjoying your delighted smugness, he takes a short break to shake droplets off of his eyewear. “Oh yeah,” he practically wheezes, “you’re not competitive at all.”

You stick your tongue out as you pass back to the starting point at the edge of the property.

He jogs, following. “Ready to eat your words?” Jake lines up the boat in the water, his longer arm placing him right by your ear. “It’s go time.”

You release your grip and start running, screaming behind you. “I’m sorry. Did you want a pushover?”

“Absolutely—duck—“ he vaults over you just as your knees hit the squishy silt shore “—not.”

It’s a good show, but he gloats when finally his longship overtakes your waka, dancing in victory and shouting into the traitorous weather. Once he reels in the little boat on its line, Jake plops down in the mud, huffing beneath his dripping hood.

He watches you carefully retrieve the christened ‘Kiwi’ and join him in the rain.

He elbows your side. “Thanks for letting me win one.”

“I can only whoop your Anglo-Saxon ass so much, babe.”

“Love you, too,” Jake squeaks, gently tackling you to rub his goatee on your cheek. Once you stop squirming, he pulls back to wiggle his eyebrows over foggy, wet glasses. “You wanna print a tanker and try to sink it with Roman candles?”

Rain becomes one of your favorite things again.

from this game of "Comfort My Characters"

Thank you for asking!

Skipping the taglist because this is two in one day and hopefully one each day until I'm done, so yeah, just check back for comfort fics!

[Main Masterlist; Light Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

[funsize-cenobites]

Personal Headcanon thingy,

Sniper is Australian just as much as Superman was American.

His folks raised him as an Aussie, loved him as one, taught him as one and he never knew anything else. Hes from New Zealand sure but no one knew him there, no one cared for him there, and he never knew. I don't think that qualifies him as a Kiwi past point of origin and even then when defining origin do you think he would think of a place he only went once to meet parents who were utter strangers and had been willing to let him and everyone else go just to sit in space? Or do you think he thinks of the parents he very clearly loves and values the opinions of even when they arent aligned with him?

I was reading an older lore post of @blubushie (irl Sniper fr fr) earlier about Australium and the Piss joke and deeper lore connotations and honestly? I fucking love this. I mean, obviously anything is possible in such a wacky irreverent fictional world- Australium exists AT ALL- but setting that aside for just a moment.. not every Aussie could be a Saxton Hale and on the flip-side its at least heavily (hehe) implied that even Non-Aussies can become like him through the stuff (Classic Heavy).

People vary wildly, genetics and physiology make this stuff so much fun to think about. Im willing to bet Sniper was just 'A sickly child' to doctors and adults in his life. He was just one of the semi-rare extreme cases of a "disorder" that afflicted some Australians, making it harder for their bodies to process or know what to do with excess unprocessed Australium. Kinda like Gluten and Lactose intolerances etc.

Some have to watch their levels to ensure their body has enough time to take it in and some don't absorb enough naturally and take suppliments. Sniper wasn't, as far as I remember, ever really properly accused of not being Australian, just different. [EDIT: I'm a fool, I forgot about the MOUSTACHES. I'm not removing any of this but know going forward I'm aware of it. Check the reblogs, it was really cool!] Im sure thats not uncommon, especially when one of the pinnacles is the likes of Hale. And as far as we know its not like Mr and Mrs Mundy were like... poisoning their kid. Its not like "True Blood Aussies" are the only people who can handle it. They were just raising him as their own and that means making sure he had access to it, in whatever form he could have it.

So even then I don't see Sniper as having 'Missed out' on being Australian or that hes clearly not one because he doesn't look like Hale or punch things. I don't really like that idea. Sniper's parents are old and look fine (aside from the being dead part) but they look like... normal old people. I headcanon that Australium effects people in the specific ways of boosting certain physical and mental aspects such as, Promoting longevity (Obviously) but could also manifest in other ways too like maybe:

A slightly faster than normal healing rate.

Various minor but notable resistances to naturally occurring hazards. (venoms and and extreme heat/cold the like)

Promoting the growth of muscle and the reduction of its atrophy.

Reduced need for sleep.

Quicker mental recall.

Markedly better vision/ Hand-eye-coordination.

You get what I mean.

I don't mean these are all extremely noticeable but they are noticeable at all.

Basically, I headcanon that it doesn't actually automatically make you into this buff beat-em-up brawler who only lives to punch people because thats a bit boring and also Saxton Hale is an impressively unreliable narrator who happens to be really into punching people and anything else that breathes.

Instead I headcanon that Australia truly flourished early under the influence of Australium because of increased lifespans and abilities which allowed for a lot of wiggle room and dedication to anything a particular person might be interested in. I headcanon that they place a lot of cultural worth on Trying Stuff Till Something Sticks and finding something you Love to Do/Study.

Theres a lot of stuff and cultural norms that have become stereotypes due to how a lot of outside views shaped their self-image upon learning about Australium (Like how in America its super super common to have cishet normative ideals for ones future even in childhood) but when you're not a mean little kid anymore and you find Your Thing (or Things) it doesnt usually matter all that much what it is. Usually in adulthood the weirdest thing you can be is probably 'Not Being Into Anything' like anything at all. "You cant even tell me about one book you read that you really liked? What?"

Sniper, is a crack shot, one of the best in the business. Because its what he got good at. Because hes Australian. And they're all good at something eventually.

[girlfox]

what is love like for ahri? how does it differ from the typical depiction of love? how is it similar? does she fall in love easily? :>c

first of all . . . thank you for sending this in kiwi, you are the sweetest of ALL TIME. remind me to hold ur hand okay? okay.

that said, what is love like for ahri? love is a deeply complex emotion for her, something that can be akin to eternal devotion and the twisting of a knife in her belly at the same time. she's known loss of love, and she's known it thoroughly━━at her own hands. to give your whole heart to someone and then rip theirs out in a monstrous, uncontrolled haze only moments after lamenting your affections for them is a life-altering event that has left an impossible impression on her. ahri no longer loves easily; not like she once did, as a youth, greedily soaking up every ounce of affection offered to her. ( now, that isn't to say she doesn't enjoy the aforementioned to this day but she is far more aware of her own emotions towards others, making certain not to dive off the deep end into genuine love ).

loving ahri is to chip away at an iron gate. it's to find another entrance, another way to let yourself into her heart, of which most are not capable of. she's deeply guarded, dancing along the line of flirtation and affection and desire, but never going past it. anything more shown is naught but lies and manipulation. ahri is not beyond twisting her prey to suit her needs, and if playing pretend in matters of the heart is necessary, so be it. this doesn't happen often, granted, but nonetheless she is well versed in dipping in and out of the enigmatic coquette and the ghost of one. peeling back the layers in search of her true, genuine feelings from the heart requires dedication, passion and sincerity; it will be time consuming and require constant displays of romance to prove your intentions and melt away the barriers, until she can no longer resist.

underneath it all, even if ahri can play coy and flirt, she's frightened of attaching to others due to her history. as the killer of her first love, and despite the new levels of control she has over her power now, ahri has an extremely difficult time feeling truly confident. what if instinct wins, and she loses herself again? she'd felt so sure that she'd never harm her love back then, after all. just the thought of bearing that type of immense, soul crushing pain again is too much for her; this is why ahri closes off, for her heart's sake and the lives of others. even if her partner was immortal or able to withstand immense injuries without issue, she'd feel too horrible giving into that part of herself again, betraying her own feelings.

. . . all that said, when one does manage to wiggle their way into ahri's heart, it's nothing but pure bliss.

the fox is an intense and passionate lover who revels in giving and receiving love━━heavy on the receiving. she adores being worshipped and put on a pedestal as a thing to be fawned over and constantly pampered and spoiled. it makes her heart flutter! it doesn't even need to come with material possessions, but just being given all their time and attention, and being showered with affection and physical touch is enough to put her into a world of rapture. if these requirements are met, ahri is certain to return the favor, sweet - tongued and tempting, proving herself totally and completely infatuated with you.

really, an ahri in love will protect you with her life, do anything for you, and make sure you know how adored you really are. she loves to prepare meals for you, touch and kiss you, sleep with you, travel with you, the list goes on. time spent together is important to her.

that's if she's in a typically healthy partnership, at least.

ahri is a complex character with a lot of trauma on her shoulders and the instincts of a beast that she dances with daily. the wrong person at the right time could easily bring this creature out of her, contorting their romance into something more than atypical. at this point, her need for worship turns into true obsession and it is anything but healthy; it consumes her, the need to love and be loved. in fact, she's in so deeply, that the idea of devouring a part of the other just to satisfy the desire for a more intense connection isn't off the table. remember: this type of love is rooted in her trauma, and tells her what she did was okay. it is the whirlwind romance that forgives her for being a beast and even promotes it. ahri is capable of becoming this, and knows it.

[ao3writers-pls-love-me]

solangelo headcanons because talking is overrated

nico would be very into thriller and detective stuffs while will would be obsessed with stranger things and charlie's angels

the more nico spends time with will the more in sync and alike he is

*saw a cat* *both simultaneously raise hands and pull out cat treats*

will: "for real?!" nico: "for real?"

*taunting a monster* "your mama’s so hairy that when she went to see the new Star Wars movi-" "YEAH- and everyone thought Chewbacca was making a promotional appearance HA!"

"gods i wanna stuff a whole dragon in my stomach..." "..." "...and i want to eat this skrunkly little ham sandwich right here."

*nico looks at will* *will notices it and raises his eyebrows* *nico winks with both eyes* *will wiggles his fingers* *nico bites his tongue* *will makes witchy laughter* *nico sniffs his nose* "get a room." "stfu connor stoll."

small talks with nico and will feel awkward af, they prefer meaningful long conversations

silent is very important to them, to other campers it seems like they having beef but to nico and will that's true comfort

"hypothetically, what if i turned into a cat?" "then you would be the luckiest cat in the world." "oh-" "i would set this mortal realm on fire for you." "oh."

"remember when-" and they started sobbing violently

they would try to think abt how to compliment other demigods like clovis is such a attentive listener he slept through like half of my feelings or drew may seem a bit of an a-hole but she actually gave great skin care tips or lou turned an apple into a rat once and said 'that's similar to chocolate frogs in harry potter, try them out will!' and she was so funny i almost ate them fr

then they looked at percy and went nah that dude could devour a kiwi pizza and get poisoned instead

they often gave each other heart eyes

and nico would immediately get smack in the head by a camper because they were dueling

will would panic and then potato-shack nico to the infirmary right after

will claimed that nico really liked to sleep outside and thought it's romantic

minus the mosquito

they couldn't though because of harpies

but will would still help clearing out nico's cabin so that both of them could lay on the floor with much more opened space

nico felt like an idiot going along with it but lowkey appreciated having will there making dumb contented kekeke giggles because he thought nico like it

nico: you think i'm pretty?

will: w-what?

nico: do you think i'm pretty?

will: yeah..? i-i mean idk i guess you are? uh–sorry i mean yes–i mean very uh very pretty just um yeah so so–pretty like wow haha the most prettiest creature ever like woah

will: ...

will: i am so sorry

nico: no no don't be. that's really nice of you

will: ...

nico: thank you it's cute

will: ...gods are we like this right now?

nico: we're actually achieving relationship goals what can you have possibly meant?

will: well–alright i mean but are we doing it really–

nico: you're pretty too you know

will: w-woah wait

nico: you look so adorable right now i could cook you to medium rare

will: that's–

nico: you're so gorgeous i could slap your dad in the face because he created such a fine piece of work

will: o-oh

nico: you are absolutely beautiful oh my gods like i would happily snap the stolls legs just so you could be a little more self-aware of it will

will: nico i–you–goodness...

nico: ...

nico: dam you're right we are not having this at all. let's go outside and fight harpies and accidentally kiss and blame it on the adrenaline rush

will: chokes cutely

[splatoonkirby]

For those not familiar, Tempest lost her whole family to Tartar, Plum managed to survive due to events that happened earlier on before Tempest's escape and before the Twin agent 8's where made and released. Plum was taken from his parents early on, as a way to manipulate his parents into doing as Tartar orders them (which works for some time). During this time Plum would be taken and set to be dipped in a boiling sanitation bath, during this another octarian had also been dipped but the results where more monsters-like and caused a breach in containment. Tartar being busy, Plum began to wiggle and just as he was beginning to be dipped in and his skin was burning he got free and scrambled for the nearest exit out he could find, a drain pipe. This pipe lead out into the Inkopolus bay where he flailed in the water trying to keep himself from drowning. He could hear the sounds of Salmonids over the waves and began calling for help in their language having learned a little from his dad. This was how Pancake, Kiwi, Burger, Onion ring and Soda found him. They brought him onto a small rocky island where they agreed they'd help the little octoling. To start this Octoling needed something done about his bleeding and damaged skin. The salmonids decided to each cut part of their skin off from their tail and together had enough to cover Plum's wounds. They stayed on this island while he healed which due to the sanitation and their kindness it was fast but it also changes Plum forever. He is no longer just an Octoling but he is Salmonid now too, he can enter water and swim and even breath under the waves without any issue.

I’ll add more information over time and I will respond to any questions! For now here is a rough starting outline sketch of me designing him!

[hlupdate]

“NEW YORK, ARE you feeling well and emotionally stable?” Harry Styles asked on the opening weekend of his historic 15-night stand at Madison Square Garden. When the entire crowd roared “Noooo,” he replied, “Good!” We can’t say he didn’t warn us. He kicked off his NYC Love on Tour residency with a riotous two-night celebration of mega-pop rapture at its most ecstatic. “Please feel free to do whatever you want to do in this room tonight,” Harry told the fans on Night Two. “Within reason.” It was a perfect intro, because the concept of “within reason” does not exist anywhere in the Harry cosmology—he couldn’t even say it with a straight face. Let’s just say this man is not doing wonders for the city’s emotional stability right now. 

Styles is trying a new mode of touring, celebrating his blockbuster Harry’s House with extended residencies in New York, Austin, Chicago and L.A. As he told Rolling Stone’s Brittany Spanos in our brand new cover story, it’s a way to perform without the energy-sucking strains of travel. You can tell Harry’s in town, by the trail of feathers and sequins for blocks around—a touch of glam in the dog days of summer. NYC in August is usually a place people are desperate to escape, but he makes it seem like the most romantic destination on the planet.

Harry’s residency starts almost exactly 8 years after the first time I saw him onstage with One Direction, August 2014 at MetLife Stadium. It’s unmistakable how so much has changed about this guy, but not the weirdest thing—his pure devotion to Too Much All The Time. He thrives on an absurd drive to give his energy away, to bombard every corner of the room with the joy he gets from music, no matter how huge that room might be. As he sings in the show-opener “Daydreaming,” he wants to give you something to dream about. And he does, from the tubular-bells synth groove of “As It Was” to the destructo-punk headbang of “Kiwi.”

He took the stage to jazz pianist Bill Evans’ “Peace Piece,” which (as he told Rolling Stone in 2019) was his longtime wake-up ritual. The music was overlaid with the voice of Buddhist scholar Alan Watts, saying, “This sensation of being a separate lonely individual is a hallucination.” Watts is talking about the soul breaking free of “our phony feeling that we are something lonely locked up in a bag of skin.” But it’s also a perfect description of live music at its best: a room full of strangers from different cultures, countries, generations, breaking free to become part of something vast and strange and slightly scary. And a Harry show IS live music at its best.

One of the coolest fan signs in the pit: “Pose if you can see this.” Guess he saw it? Because this vixen never stopped wiggling, twirling, swooshing down the catwalk, giving high kicks like a Rockette with the rent due. This set is almost all uptempo bangers, mostly from Harry’s House. He’s going for a festively manic vibe, so you don’t mind him leaving out the ballads. (No “Falling,” “Cherry,” “Fine Line,” not even “Lights Up.”) It’s a super-emotional show, even without the sad songs, because the will to uplift never quits. The mood was summed up in the great moment where his guitar boogie “Cinema” crashes into “Music For A Sushi Restaurant,” linked by the horn fanfare from the Village People’s “Y.M.C.A.” 

When he debuted these songs live in May, at his NYC One Night Only extravaganza, his excitement was off the rails—he ended the show by doing “As It Was” twice, a totally unexpected and unplanned move, because he just didn’t want it to end. (At his very first NYC show, in 2017, it was “Kiwi” he did twice.) As he says in the Rolling Stone cover story, that moment was startling even for him. As he said, “I kind of felt like, ‘All right, I’ve seen how crazy it can get.’ And I think there was something about it where I was … not terrified, but I just needed a minute. Because I wasn’t sure what it was. Just that the energy felt insane.” That’s how this show feels all the way through.

It’s his first time at the Garden since his HarryWeen blow-out last October. He’s back to performing in the round, or as he elegantly put it, “I’m gonna be in the middle of you all night!” This stage set means he has to cover more space, but nobody loves covering space like he does. He explained, “Sometimes we’re gonna be face-to-face, eye-to-eye, window-to-soul. If I’m not facing you, you’ll be looking ass to face. If you have a preference, face or ass, let me know.” He gallantly promised to distribute his ass evenly, saying, “I can assure you there is plenty to go around. Which leads me to the introduction to this very sad song.” (Who else could get away with using an ass-to-face disclaimer as a lead-in to a ballad as heart-wrenching as “Matilda”? This man only.)

As always, he took special joy in roasting all the dads in the audience. On Night 2, he announced a new innovation. “It’s called Golf Dad Cam,” he said. “We’re gonna find the golf dads. Its like Kiss Cam, except nobody wants to kiss them, because they’re golf dads!” He found 30 victims to mortify on the video screen, then proclaimed, “At the end of these shows, they’re gonna erect a banner in Madison Square Garden in honor of the golf dads. Thank you from the bottom of my heart to the bottom of your tucked-in polo-shirt hearts.” 

(Note: Can you imagine if Harry played the Super Bowl halftime show? It would take hours because he’d have 70,000 golf dads in the house, and he’d need to make fun of every single one of them. They’d have to cancel the damn game.)

On Night 1, a fan held up a sign asking for advice: her ex just texted her after seven years. Harry took her phone to call the ex, Josh. (“It’s ALWAYS Josh, isn’t it?”) When Josh immediately hung up on him, Harry told her, “I wish you all the happiness. Just not with Josh. There’s someone else out there who will treat you with respect and love you for who you are. Never Josh!” At the end of the show, he told the crowd, “Make some noise for Josh, whatever kind of noise you want to make.”

Harry’s House was made in pandemic isolation, so it’s a trip to hear how the songs open up live. The album’s most ethereally beautiful moments—“Daylight,” “Keep Driving,” the peerless “Satellite”—turn into full-blown glitz-rockers, thanks to his all-star band: guitar god Mitch Rowland, drum guru Sarah Jones, percussion master Pauli Lovejoy,  keyboardist Ny Oh, bassist Elin Sandberg, keyboardist Yaffra, and a jazzy four-piece horn section. On Sunday night, he busted out “Medicine,” really treating the microphone like a gentleman. At one point he paused so he could point out to Mitch and Sarah a t-shirt in the crowd that said “Bitch for Mitch.” (A category that pretty much included us all.) 

He ended with the rock & roll mosh-pit raunch of “Kiwi,” a song that never fails to make strong buildings quiver in terror—both nights, it turned the floor of Madison Square Garden into Jell-O. Has anyone ever made a “Kiwi” supercut of Harry’s faces at the line “such an actress”? He gives a different actress every night, and it’s always an Oscar-worthy star turn. You also gotta love how he always says “get home safe” right before dropping “Kiwi” on our heads—it’s like telling someone “have a nice day” before setting them on fire.

“Grapejuice” isn’t in the set, probably because of its tonsil-trashing high notes, but maybe it’ll be the “To Be So Lonely” of this tour—the fan fave that sneaks into the show by popular demand. On Night 1, he teased an instrumental snippet while introducing the band—just a little edging. FWIW, when Paul McCartney hit the road this summer for his Got Back tour, he surprised fans by busting out the slightly similar Wings groove “Let ‘Em In.” Could this mean that Sir Paul is a “Grapejuice” head himself?

Harry slowed it down for his two most soulful ballads: “Sign of the Times” and the new “Matilda.” They feel spiritually linked—two poetic songs about trauma, grief, and rebirth. “Sign of the Times” is a communal anthem that gets mightier the more strangers you sing it with—in a way, that’s what the song is about. (I thought I already loved that song in 2017, but it’s built to be lived with over the years.) Yet “Matilda” is so intimate, it’s still disorienting to hear it in a crowded room. It’s a song designed for fans to access their most private selves, in a public, supportive space. Some spent “Matilda” having a meditative moment to themselves. Others let it all hang out, like the weepy group hug in front of me, with eight chosen sisters singing together. But everybody became part of the story. It’s the kind of moment Harry lives to generate. 

He’d be the first to say that the audience creates these moments, and he just shows up to be part of it. But either way, the New York shows were a nonstop rush of those moments. You spend a couple of hours in this environment, and the outside world looks a little brighter when you leave, because you take that feeling with you. It’s a revelation that enthusiasm is everything.  Somehow, a 15-night stand of Harry Styles seems like it could never be enough.

Set List:

“Daydreaming”

“Golden”

“Adore You”

“Daylight”

“Keep Driving”

“Matilda”

“Little Freak”

“Satellite”

“Cinema”

“Music for a Sushi Restaurant”

“Treat People With Kindness”

“What Makes You Beautiful”

“Late Night Talking”

“Watermelon Sugar”

“Love of My Life”

Encore:

“Sign of the Times”

“Medicine” (Sunday only)

“As It Was”

“Kiwi”

[songmingisthighs]

Proven Wrong

Group : ATEEZ

Pairing : Mingi x Reader

Genre : Highschool!AU. fluff

Word count : 10.2k

Warning : lovestruck Mingi boiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii I miss him so much ㅠㅠ

a/n : I honestly didn't meant for it to be so long I am sorry. But I just can't help it and I love Mingi so much wtfffffffffffffff I can't goodbye I'm gonna yeet myself

"There he goes again," Yunho said with a smirk on his face.

You look up from your lunch box with a raised eyebrow at him, "who goes what?" you asked after swallowing your food.

Yunho simply pointed behind you with his fork.

Slowly, you turn around only to meet eyes with the subject of Yunho's teasing for the past few months after he transferred in, Song Mingi.

The boy had a dreamy smile on his face, face resting on his palm as his elbows were rested on the lunch table beneath it, and he was looking straight at you. His fingers wiggled in a flirty waving motion at you and if it weren't for his obvious crush, you would've think that he's a little bit mental.

"Oh, come on, (Y/N), give the guy a chance! He's actually really nice!" Yunho said, poking your nose with the back of his fork, making you scrunch it absentmindedly.

Not wanting to respond much, you smiled politely at him before you snap your head back to Yunho who was giggling at the way Mingi is being so whipped for you and how you're kind of not that comfortable with the attention given from a guy such as Mingi because of his disposition as the popular guy, the trope you've had most and worst history with.

"No, see, here's the thing, Nono," you used the nickname you gave him when you're both still in elementary school, "He sees me only as a game, a challenge if you will, because unlike all the other girls in this school who swoon and threw themselves at him the second he stepped into this school, I didn't give him what he want so all he wanna do is bend me to his will and when I finally did, he's gonna throw me to the side"

At your words, Yunho took a peek at Mingi one more time, noticing how even when he's talking to his friends, Wooyoung and San, he was still sneaking glances at you.

He looked back at you, "Dunno' Kiwi," his nickname for you because sometimes you look sour but is actually sweet and soft on the inside, "he looks like a switch to me"

Your eyes widened at his words and you kick him in the shin, but he didn't feel pained whatsoever as he only laughed at you. "sorry, sorry, bad joke," he poked a sausage from his lunch box and fed it to you as an apology, "But I don't think he's like that... We have some classes together and he sits next to me," you nod at him as you chew slowly, "he's really nice, too nice even"

Not believing him, you scoffed. It's not that it's easy for you to judge people right off the bat, but with how Mingi conduct himself (and honestly, the amount of followers and admirers he has), it is just easier and safer to immediately categorize him to the blockheaded basketball jock trope. Not that all jocks are blockheads, your sweet sweet Yunho is also a basketball jock but he is FAR from a blockhead.

Knowing that the bell will ring soon, you and Yunho immediately pack up your finished lunch boxes and head out of the cafeteria. Your hand immediately finding solace in Yunho's big ones naturally, walking out swinging your hands together.

Unbeknownst to you, Mingi was looking at you both with a frown, pure jealousy that Yunho was able to do that and you were comfortable enough with him, not really knowing both of your histories.

When he first saw you, he was smitten by how you address yourself in the public eye and your kindness.

Regretfully to him, he didn't have any classes with you but the first day he came, he actually got into the wrong class and sat himself next to you, he realized this when the teacher didn't call his name during attendance. He was panicking because he realized that he wasn't where he was supposed to be and he couldn't just up and leave when the teacher is in the middle of talking.

"Hey, you okay?" you asked, tapping onto his desk with your fingers. He hesitated for a bit, not really wanting anyone to know how stupid he is. But he also wanna be in the right class.

So he leaned to you and whispered, "I-I think, I-I kinda think, that I'm in the wrong class" he said sheepishly. You furrowed your eyebrows at him, realizing that you kinda have never seen him in this class either, and that he looks unfamiliar, "What do you mean you're kinda in the wrong class? Either you are or you aren't" you giggled.

Damn that giggle sounds so pretty to him.

"S-see, I'm a transfer student, and I was supposed to go to Mrs. Kang's but I think I asked the admission office for Mr. Kang's instead" he explained, kind of rushing as he is still in a panicked state.

You honestly feel pity for the new kid, not at all thinking how stupid it could be for someone to get his classes mixed up. It happens, he's still just a human being.

Without saying anything else to him, you suddenly stood up and go to the front of the class and talked to the teacher. At first, he thought that you were gonna air his stupidity in front of the class, but not once did you spoke too loud or even glance at his position. It wasn't until the teacher nodded to you that you went towards him, "come on, I'll take you to your class" you smiled.

He honestly didn't know what to do first, hug and kiss you, thank you, or run out of the class out of embarrassment over his stupidity. So he opted to silently grab his bag and follow you out.

In the empty hallway, you manage to give him a small tour, asking for his timetable and pointing at the classes or the direction to the class. It was only a short walk because after only pointing where his 5th period is, you stopped in front of a door and knocked twice, making him halt his steps.

You opened the door and smiled at Mrs. Kang, "Hi Mrs. Kang, sorry to barge in on you but the new student's here, he was waiting in the admission's office, not knowing where to go" you looked back at him and winked, making Mingi nervous for some reason.

Mrs. Kang smiled widely and nodded, "Oh, yes! I was wondering where you could be..." she peeked at the attendance paper on her desk briefly, "Mr. Song Mingi?"

Mingi stepped into the classroom and immediately the girls started whispering and blatantly gawk at him. You rolled your eyes at them and immediately spoke up again, "seems like my work here's done, sorry to barge in again Mrs. Kang" "thank you for escorting Mr. Song here, Ms. (Y/L/N)"

Before Mingi could even take a last look at you, you had already closed the door and walk back to your class, leaving him slightly dejected.

After he was ushered to a seat next to a boy with half black-half blonde hair, he took his books out.

"Hey," the boy called, "it was lucky of you to get escorted here by (Y/N), she's hecking nice, I'm Wooyoung by the way" he said brightly. Mingi grinned hearing your name, "hi Wooyoung, I'm Mingi! (Y/N) you said?"

Then for the rest of the lesson, he ended up sneakily ask for intel on you from Wooyoung.

Mingi couldn't help but keep his eyes on you even as your figure disappeared, giggles following and he just know that your hand and Yunho's are still intertwined.

Seeing their friend in such state, Wooyoung and San snickered. The latter, who was seated next to him began poking his arm, breaking Mingi from his trance.

"What?" he asked the two boys.

Wooyoung rolled his eyes, "could you BE any more obvious?" "poor girl had two holes at the back of her head from your excessive intense staring" San added. Mingi furrowed his eyebrows at the two, "are you both really my friends? aren't you supposed to be hyping me up to talk to her or something?"

The two only look at each other briefly and shrugged before going back to eating, Wooyoung delved into his bought lunch and San on his smoothie.

"I don't get it, weren't she nice to you when you first got here?" San asked Mingi. Wooyoung beat Mingi and answered for him instead, "correction, she's always nice to everyone even jumbo dumbo here," he jabbed his fork to Mingi's direction, sending some rice flying, "HE just don't know how to talk to her like a normal human being, he thinks she walks on water, so of course he made himself look stupid in front of her"

Before Mingi could utter his defense, San had spoken up again, "ohh... is this about the bottle cap incident?" "IT WAS SO NOT ABOUT THE BOTTLE CAP INCI-" "probably, who knows? She went from nice to tolerating within .05 seconds, pretty sure his dumbassery has something to do with it"

At this point, the two were talking as if Mingi's not even there. So Mingi kicked both of their legs with his long ones, making them groan and glare at him, "I'm right here, I can hear everything you two said" he huffed.

Both Wooyoung and San only rolled their eyes before Wooyoung spoke up again, "seriously Gi, if you want a girl as sweet as (Y/N) to even remotely look at you, you gotta know how to slither your way in" "okay, but how? I tried everything I could think of to approach her and she still keep a significant distance between us, metaphorically and literally!" he whined.

San nudged Wooyoung with his foot when he thought of something, "could this be because of the Hongjoong hyung thing?" Wooyoung thought for a second before answering back, "I thought it was because of the Seonghwa hyung thing?" San rolled his eyes at his friend, "yeah but you can't have the Seonghwa hyung thing without the Hongjoong hyung thing hence, the Seonghwa hyung thing was implied with the Hongjoong hyung thing"

Again, when both forgot to include Mingi in the conversation, Mingi kicked them both, "okay, you gotta stop that lover boy, or else I won't help you at all" Wooyoung threatened, "help me with what? You both haven't helped me with anything!" feeling slightly unappreciated, San pouted "fine, just for that we won't tell you about the Hongjoong hyung thing" "or the Seonghwa hyung thing" "IT WAS IMPLIED!"

The rest of the day went by smoothly for you both.

That was until you got out of your last class of the day which is math with a big, red 45% written at the front of your last test result. It was horrendous.

You weren't the smartest student but you weren't the dumbest either. You procrastinate, yes, but who doesn't ? And you have Yunho to help motivate you.

But this particular mark seems so unfair considering that you tried but you just can't fully comprehend the formulas and your math teacher is one cocky ass, telling you that it's your fault that you couldn't understand but at the same time he is not willing to help you understand.

So with your teacher's character predicament and inability to teach students, your class was offered a remedial (which make sense considering more than half of the class failed). That should make you feel relieved because now this one grade won't affect your previous. But considering how you understand jack shit, you just wanna get things over with quickly.

With that, you walked towards the indoor basketball court, as per your Friday routine, to wait and watch Yunho during his practice. When you got there, Yunho had just changed to his basketball attire.

He noticed you and your frown so he jogged up to where you usually sit and crouch down in front of you, "why the long face?" he asked with a gentle smile as he rest his hands on your knees.

You didn't bother answering and just lift up the paper.

Yunho sighed, knowing how much you studied for that particular test, studying during your bi-weekly sleepovers and almost didn't sleep the day before the test in favour of studying.

"bad bad Mr. Kim?" "It's like he's trying to make everyone hate him with his shitty teaching job, bad hairdo, and wretched stench" you complained, making Yunho laugh slightly, "so what are you gonna do about it?" "what else other than to study for the upcoming stupid ass remedial?"

The coach passed by as you said that, raising an eyebrow at you making you cringe and smiled sheepishly at him, "sorry coach Park"

Due to that, Yunho snorted which earned him a smack on the arm as you pouted at him. "Aww, I'm sorry Kiwi, both for being stared at like that by coach Park and for your remedial"

He was about to say something when his teammate called him, telling him that it's time for practice.

Sighing, Yunho stood up and pat your head lightly, "we'll talk about this later, okay Kiwi?" you just shrug your shoulders and nod your head at him, not knowing what else to say and feeling very dejected.

When Yunho ran back to the team and you began taking out your pencil case and book to start reviewing your mistakes in the test, a pair of eyes trailed to you and watch as your frown deepened. Surprise, surprise, it's Mingi.

You were usually very upbeat and would cheer Yunho on during the practice. But within the first 30 minutes of practice, all you did was just scribble, scratch your head, look back and forth between your paper and your book, and mutter to yourself.

So when dribbling practice began, he decided to approach Yunho to ask about you.

"Hey man," he called, Yunho smiled at him and replied back, "hey!"

Mingi nodded his head to your direction, "what's up with (Y/N)? She looked stressed"

Being reminded of your predicament made Yunho scrunch his face, "yeah... She's has some problem with math... Her whole class is taught by this teacher who, I'm trying to say this as nice as I can, but can't teach for shit even if it's to safe his own life"

Mingi laughed at that, which made Yunho chuckled as well, "anyway, she failed the last test and she has to do the remedial next week but she can't quite understand what it is she needs to understand"

It was as if there was a huge sign waving in the air with the words 'THIS IS YOUR CHANCE, YOUR TIME TO SHINE' written on it.

"H-hey, not to sound braggy, but I'm actually pretty good with math," Mingi started, piquing Yunho's interest, "if she wants, I can totally teach her, tutor her for her remedial test" he shrugged, pretending to be nonchalant about it when in reality, his stomach was churning with anticipation.

Immediately, Yunho's eyes brightened and he nodded enthusiastically, "that's a great idea! I mean, yeah with how much you helped me in math, I didn't know why I didn't think of you in the first place" he scoffed at himself, making Mingi chuckle and visibly calmer around the tall boy.

"But are you okay about it though?" Mingi asked. Yunho raised an eyebrow at him, "okay about what?" "another guy tutoring your girlfriend? I know you're a really nice guy and you don't seem like the overprotective kind, but some people are just not that comfortable with another guy teaching their girlfriend one-on-one. Unless you'd be there to join?" he rambled.

Yunho smirked, eyes diverting slightly towards the gym's door where he saw a bunch of girls watching their practice, knowing for sure that at least more than a half of them came just to see Mingi.

His gaze diverted back to Mingi, "what? Because you're such a popular heartthrob?" he joked, tone sneering a little, making Mingi's eyes bulge out, "n-no! God no! I didn't mean it like that nor did I meant to sound cocky! It's just that I don't wanna make things weird between us because I honestly like you dude, a-a-and-"

Before he could continue, Yunho had laughed loudly at his face to the point that the ball that was previously in his hand rolled to the side, "oh God, I was just pulling your leg, man don't worry about it"

At the same time, the coach blew his whistle, indicating a break before they continue with some other drills.

While everyone's taking a break, Yunho nudged Mingi with his elbow and nodded his head to where you're seated, "come on, I'll tell her that you're willing to teach her math"

Mingi just nod and follow Yunho. So when Yunho stopped in his tracks, he did too. He turned his body slightly and put a hand on Mingi's shoulder, "and fyi," he smirked, "she's not my girlfriend" he said before continue walking.

It's not that Mingi is overly obsessed with the thought of you and Yunho possibly dating, but he wanted to make sure that you're a free agent before he even attempt to make his move (not that he hasn't but in a more official way so that he's 100% sure he's not stepping on anyone's toes). So when he heard the confirming information from Yunho, he wanted nothing more than to run around the court in happiness and just scream. And not just scream but SCREAM.

But he played it cool, nodding at Yunho and continue their walk towards you, whom within those 45 minutes had started to look like you're on the verge of a full-blown meltdown.

When you heard footsteps approaching, you just instantly knew that it was Yunho (since honestly no one else had bothered to approach you during practice), so you didn't even need to lift your head to confirm.

"Nono, I swear my head's gonna explode, I-I-I-I just can't- I don't think I'm able to-" then you look up only to see Mingi's smiling face behind Yunho, "oh, hi Mingi" you smiled politely at him, demeanor changed, and meltdown paused, "hey (Y/N)" Mingi chuckled.

"Kiwi, great news!" Yunho excitedly jumped, holding both of your hands in his with a huge grin on his face.

'Nono? Kiwi? Hand holdings? Are they 100% sure that they're not dating?' Mingi thought to himself.

"Mingi here wanted to help tutor you for your math remedial!" he said excitedly.

You widened your eyes and snap your head to Mingi, "what? Really?" Mingi blushed slightly at your gaze but nodded nevertheless, "yeah, Yunho said you might need the help and I'm kinda good at math so why not?" he smiled at you. His smile honestly looked cute to you.

A frown appeared on your face though, not something that Mingi would expect, "thank you Mingi, but I couldn't... I'm just gonna take your time and it's embarrassing enough that I got a 45%, I don't need to show anyone else how dumb I am at this" you said.

Mingi frowned at your words, "hey, you're not dumb, you just don't know what to do yet and that's completely okay, you're trying so hard and needing help is not a sign of weakness"

What he said was 100% true, and you do tend to over-complicate things for your own good just for the sake of pride.

You mull over his words for a bit, biting your bottom lip nervously as you calculate the pros and cons. Obviously the pros won over the cons because one of the pros is that you'd more likely to pass the remedial test with the help of someone smart, another pro is that he is Yunho-approved. But the con is that it's Song Mingi, the guy who has been blatantly trying to awkward-flirt you, which is weird considering his disposition as this popular jock whom everyone just liked so you had assumed that it was a façade and that he has... other intentions with you.

But then the promise of good grades drew you in. So you sighed in defeat and look at Mingi, "you sure it won't bother you? your schedule?" he immediately shook his head, "not at all, I promise"

Looking at Yunho, who was nodding his head, you groaned, "okay, but only because I'm desperate to get a good grade"

And that is how you ended up sitting next to Mingi at a café you frequented with Yunho on Monday, making the barista who knew you raised an eyebrow at you when you entered with Mingi.

"No, you're supposed to do this part first," Mingi said, leaning closer to you and absentmindedly draping an arm on the back of your chair as his other arm rest on the table, his body was so close to you but neither of you realized it.

"Wait, why?" you asked, eyebrows furrowing, "well, because the formula indicate so" he shrugged, leaning back slightly to look at you. You turn towards him and cross your arms, "yeah, I know that but why?"

Mingi pursed his lips for a second before nodding and leaned back to your book to point at what you were working, "okay, see here?" you nodded, "do you remember the basic rule of multiplication?" his question made you roll your eyes at him, "well duh" "okay, so it's basically the same thing, but the difference is that even though you can technically work on the other part first, it would be way easier for you to work on this part first"

Your eyes widened in realization, you began slightly jumping in your seat out of excitement, "oh! oh! oh! I think I get it!" your hand immediately went to work.

Seeing you so excited made Mingi smiled warmly at you. You looked so adorable being excited over something as miniscule as studying.

All of a sudden, you looked up at him, "is this correct?" you asked, biting your bottom lip slightly as you waited for him to check your work.

Mingi looked over it for a second before nodding, "yup, that's 100% correct" he grinned as he looked up to meet your gaze.

It was that moment you both realized how close you both had gotten. You could see how pretty his eyes are, the colors entranced you as you focused on the freckles on his iris.

Him on the other hand wanted nothing more than to cup your face or play with your hair. He couldn't comprehend how a human being could look so beautiful so much so that he feels like it was very much unfair especially for his well-being.

Neither of you realized that you both were slowly inching together, leaning forward...

and further forward...

So close...

You both were centimeters away from having your noses touch...

But the damn coffee grinder's whirs snap you both and instinctively you grab your now empty glass and excused yourself to get more coffee.

The both of your faces are beet red and hearts were beating so fast it threatened to drop out of your chests.

As you approached the counter, you could see, as you claimed, your most favorite barista smirking at you, "how was your date, miss? I should warn you that this is a fairly public place and family-friendly face"

Your eyes widened, "you turned on that damn coffee grinder on purpose, didn't you, Yeosang?" he raised both of his arms mockingly, "guilty"

You groaned at him, "what? Disappointed that you weren't able to kiss pretty boy over there? Didn't peg you as the type of person who'd dump Yunho for a shinier piece" he asked as he grab the glass from your hand and began making your favorite coffee, "what? No! I was just shocked at the sound! And please don't refer Mingi as a 'shinier piece' that's so objectifying"

"Aha! So he HAS a name!" he pointed at you accusingly, in which you only stare at him with an incredulous expression, "a. of course, and b. never said he doesn't" Yeosang thought over your words and nodded in agreement.

"You didn't deny leaving Yunho for him though," he sneered, "for the hundreth time, Yunho and I aren't together and Mingi is just my temporary math tutor until I can pass this stupid ass remedial test" you huffed.

Yeosang nodded knowingly, turning serious for a second, "okay, I believe you... Just remember, if he tries anything funny on you," you nodded and cut him off, "come to you, I get it" Yeosand raised an eyebrow at that, "no, I was gonna say tell Jongho, he's at the back and he'll crack pretty boy's head in a heartbeat"

His words made you laugh wholeheartedly.

Whilst your interaction with Yeosang was going on, Mingi was dealing with a confrontation of his own.

The second you walked away from the table, Mingi received a smack to the back of his head. He was about to throw down at whichever stranger who decided to do that to him. So it was a shocker (not really, everyone could see this coming from a thousand miles away) when he saw none other than his two friends standing behind him. Obviously the culprit to his smacking was Wooyoung.

"What the fuck was that!?" Wooyoung whisper-yelled at Mingi.

"What the fuck WAS that!? You smack the back of my head out of the blue! The heck did I do to you!?" he whisper-yelled back.

Wooyoung sighed and pinch the bridge of his nose dramatically, "you were supposed to KISS her! Not just oggle at her like a dumb puppy!" "Whoah whoah whoah, okay, first of all, puppies are not dumb, and you're going to hell for that," Mingi pointed out, making Wooyoung roll his eyes, "and second, if I did, she would've slapped me and I would've ruined my whole chance with her!" "assuming you had a chance at all" San muttered as he kept a lookout in case you realized that both him and Wooyoung were spying on you both.

Mingi jab his elbow at San's stomach, making the latter groan, "seriously though, just relax, I know what I'm doing" Mingi said.

His two friends looked at each other before sighing and nodding, "okay, okay, fine... We won't meddle but that doesn't mean we're gonna leave, they have great cookies here," San huffed before dragging Wooyoung back to their table.

Mingi shook his head at his two friends but smiled nevertheless. He felt lucky to have them as his first friends in school, he couldn't have asked for better ones to be honest.

Soon enough you returned to the table, no longer blushing and a glass of iced latte in one hand while the other holds a plate of blueberry muffin.

You put the muffin in front of Mingi before returning to try to work on the next equation.

At first Mingi only dumbly stared at the muffin in front of him, but your voice cut his thoughts off, "hey Mingi, I just wanna make sure, does this go to the top or-" "what's this?"

You look up at him and furrowed your eyebrows, "blueberry muffin? I thought it was obvious?" you giggled, "I always have that here, Yeosang swore by it once and I never looked back" "no, yeah, I get that this is a blueberry muffin, but why did you put it in front of me?"

You purse your lips and shrugged, "a sign of gratitude, a thank you for tutoring me" Mingi raised an eyebrow at you, but he couldn't help the big smile that grew on his face, "you don't have to do that," he pushed the plate towards you, "I volunteered to tutor you so you shouldn't even have to thank me," you rolled your eyes and push the plate back at him, "but I insist because even though you volunteered, I'm still taking your time"

"No you're not" he pushed the plate back.

"Yes I am" you pushed it back.

"No"

"Yes"

"No"

"Yes"

"N-"

"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD JUST SPLIT THE FUCKING MUFFIN RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE AND FEED EACH OTHER BEFORE I-"

Both you and Mingi snap your heads towards the direction of the voice only to see Wooyoung being smacked in the face by San before getting dragged out of the café.

Seeing that made you laughed loudly and Mingi smacking his forehead in embarassment.

"Okay, but Wooyoung has a point there," you nodded before grabbing the plate and splitting the muffin in half with a fork, "you get halfsies, I get halfsies, we go splitsies" you mumbled to yourself as you make sure you're cutting evenly.

Mingi was damn near exploding at how adorable you are. If he had low self-control he would've hugged you and coo at you and feed you the muffin himself but he knows he can't so he just did his best to suppress the biggest smile on his face.

It was surprising that you found studying with Mingi is actually a lot of fun and a lot of help because that boy can teach you the unteachable (math by Mr. Kim) in one sitting and that is beyond AMAZING.

So you both met up everyday for an hour and a half after school in the same café, in the exact same spot as the first time you both were there. You both altered between ordering for each other, depending on who came in first. But no matter what, you both had always shared the food. Even though you ordered a peach danish for Mingi and a chocolate brownie for yourself, he split his danish in half and put it on your plate. You of course did the same, simply out of politeness at first but the following days you did it instinctively.

It is safe to say that you both had gotten closer over the past 4 days, even having an inside joke (it's literally a joke about ( = 0 ) because you said it looked like a person being surprised and you both laughed about it like kindergarteners for a solid 10 minutes, unable to focus on anything else) to the point that whenever you pass him on the hallway or met eyes with him in the cafeteria, you both simply point at each other and make the face before giggling.

This didn't went unnoticed by Wooyoung, San, and Yunho. While you and Mingi were joking with each other from different tables, the three met eyes and gave each other knowing nods and looks.

So on the day of your test, you decided that you need to cram as much information as you can and getting as much practice as you can.

"(Y/N)- (Y/N), sweetie," Yunho called from across you, when you look up you saw him holding a spoon filled with food in front of your face, "you still need to eat"

You groaned, "Nono, I need to study!" "and you have been doing that for the past four days, you've done so well so we can't have your brain going blank from the lack of food, right?" he pouted, pushing the spoon even closer to your face.

You rolled your eyes but gave in, opening your mouth so he can feed you as you focus on the equation you're trying to work on.

"Shit, I forgot what to do after this," you panicked. Yunho peered at your work and frowned, "wish I could help you Kiwi, but I don't think I'd be much help" he said.

You look towards the table Mingi usually sat on with Wooyoung and San only to find it empty. Which is weird and disheartening, you had hoped you'd be able to ask Mingi for a last minute tutoring.

Out of nowhere, someone plop onto the spot next to you.

"Input the sum of the first part to get the x" Mingi said as he sat down and putting his tray of lunch on the table, catching your attention.

Following behind him are Wooyoung and San with what could only be a tray of chicken nugget mountain in the latter's hands.

Deciding to ignore his... minions (for the lack of better term), you scoot closer to Mingi on the bench, dragging your worksheet to him and began pointing things out, "wait, so then by diminishing the complete value of x, I'd be able to get the y?" you asked, looking up at him.

He smiled brightly at you, "yup, you got it!"

Whilst the two of you were preoccupied with math, Yunho sneakily slid your lunchbox towards you, making sure that the spoon poked you.

Absentmindedly, you began eating whilst listening to Mingi pointing out some of the flaws from your previous works and even offering a quicker alternative.

You abandoned your lunch when you began working on a new equation which was noticed by Mingi.

Safe to say the trio (WooSanHo) almost fell off their bench when all of a sudden Mingi began feeding you, even sharing some of his food which you replied with "try some of mine too, I tried a new recipe this morning". Of course he did what you told.

"T-they realized what they're doing, right?" San, who was seated in the middle, whispered after pulling both Yunho and Wooyoung close to him, acting like as if you and Mingi are two skittish, scared kitten that needed to be approached carefully.

"I'm not sure, but I can't take my eyes off, it's like finally seeing an alien" Wooyoung answered as he pop a piece of nugget in his mouth.

"Do you think they'd realize if we leave?" Yunho asked, right at that moment San lift his phone up to take a video of what is happening in front of them. "No, don't think so, pretty sure that the school could blow up and they'd still be wrapped up in their little lunch/study date, sharing their lunch which, hello? Mingi get to try but we aren't? I call discrimination" Wooyoung scoffed.

San poked at his best friend's cheek with a teasing smile, "I sense someone's a bit jelly".

Wooyoung frowned at his friend, "a bit ? A bit ??? Try a lot and not because of their disgusting couple behaviour but because everyone knows (Y/N) packs the best lunch and last time I tried it I had to had my face smashed by a basketball for her to take pity on me back in middle school" he grumbled.

Soon the three boys fall into their own conversation, leaving you and Mingi wrapped up in your own worlds (leaving the group of his fangirls seething a few tables behind but unable to do anything).

You and Mingi didn't even realize that the boys had really left you two alone.

"Nono, you'll walk me to class ri-" you looked up as the bell rang only to find the bench across you and Mingi to be vacant. You look left and right but couldn't find Yunho, Wooyoung, nor San anywhere near. Their tray of nugget mountain had also disappeared indicating that they've vacated the place.

"Those two asshats and Yunho really left us" Mingi muttered as he cleaned up his now empty tray. You also cleaned up your utensils and lunch box before standing up, trying to grab your book, worksheet, and pencil case.

Mingi, who had returned his tray and came back, took all your belongings easily in one hand, "come on, I'll walk you to class," he said, smiling softly at you.

His gesture was very sweet, it made your heart skipped a beat for a second.

But you shook your thought away, smiling back at him and standing up to walk to your class.

"What class do you have after this ?" Mingi asked, "Mrs. Kang for 2 periods and then Mr. Kim, you ?" "P.E. with coach Park so I can be as late as I wanna be" he joked, making you roll your eyes but chuckle nevertheless, "but it seems that we went 180° today" he added.

You raised an eyebrow at him, "what do you mean ?" "On my first day here you helped me by walking me to Mrs. Kang and covering up my stupidity, now I'm the one who helped you and is walking you to Mrs. Kang's" he grinned.

Your mouth gaped in realization and you smack your forehead, "oh my God, you're right! Funny how things turned out" he nodded at that, "more like amazing, if it weren't for human being's capability of being logical, I think I'd have 20 existential crisis every day for the rest of my life" "you know, you have great proficiency in being hyperbolic, ever think of being a poet ?" "Probably, we'll see as we go"

Soon you both reached your classroom on the 2nd floor. You would've get in right away but you felt hesitant.

Feeling and seeing your hesitance, Mingi grabbed one of your hand with his free one since his other hand was occupied with your stuff, he pulled you to the side so that you both aren't blocking the door, "hey, what's wrong?" Mingi asked, crouching down to be eye-level with you, "what if I forgot the things you taught me? What if I freeze mid-equation? What if I-"

Mingi cut you off by linking your hands together, fingers intertwining as his thumb rub on the back of your hand , "don't worry, you won't," he smiled softly at you, "you've been studying so hard, there's no way you'd forget. And besides," his smile turned into a teasing grin as he swing your hand, "I'm an amazing math tutor and I'm not allowing you to tarnish my reputation,"

His words made you roll your eyes at him but it honestly made you felt better and more confident.

"Okay, fine mr. Amazing tutor," you smirked. You unlink both of your hands, which oddly made you feel slightly disappointed and Mingi almost immediately want to pull you back but he held himself from doing so. As you see Mrs. Kang approaching, you grab your things from his other hand, "thank you for the pep talk though, it helps"

Before Mingi can answer you, you had teasingly turned your back and disappeared into the classroom.

True to what Mingi said, you didn't need to worry at all. Because when the question sheet was given to you, everything suddenly make sense and you were able to ace through at least 90% of the whole thing.

You even managed to finish the whole thing 15 minutes earlier than anyone else, making Mr. Kim very suspicious at you. He even asked who you cheated from and where you put your cheat sheet.

It would've been embarrassing to be asked such if you were anyone else, but you took it as a compliment, a sign of a job well done and effort paid.

Mr. Kim, still not believing that you'd done well, even scored your test on the spot as other students struggle to complete their tests.

So when the bell rang, you dashed out of of the classroom, holding your test that was marked 91.7% (you're sure the .7 was just Mr. Kim's way to spite you, unwilling to give you a 92%) proudly in your hand as you made your way to the indoor basketball court.

When you got to there, you scan your surroundings to see whether or not Mingi was there.

He soon emerged out of the locker room with Yunho on his side, talking and laughing amongst themselves, not realizing nor hearing that they were actually talking about you and how Yunho felt like you both could be a good thing for each other, making Mingi blush.

You let out a high-pitched squeal, drawing attention from some people before you ran full speed towards the two.

Thinking that it was for him, Yunho grinned widely and opened up his arms only for you to crash yourself to Mingi. It was only by the glory of God that he managed to held you and not fall backwards.

When your bodies collide, you could hear gasps coming from the entrance doorway, most likely from his fangirls but you couldn't care less.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" you squealed, tightening your grip on him as hard as you can.

Mingi chuckled and hugged you back, "I take it the remedial went well?" pulling back slightly, you held up your test for him to see instead of answering him. Now his grin widened to match yours, it was his turn to squeeze you tightly, eliciting another dramatic gasp from the same group of people, "congrats! Congrats! Congrats! Congrats!" he squealed.

"We're so celebrating this!" He said while pulling back, "after practice we'll go to our usual cafe and I'm treating you to that special brownies you said Yeosang had on the secret menu" you all but frown at him, "no, I'M gonna treat YOU for tutoring me, if it wasn't fo-" "no no no no no, you already played the 'thank-you-for-tutoring-me' card with that blueberry muffin-" "which we split" "same thing! bottom line is you already thanked me and I'm not taking any more of your thank yous" "b-but I-"

Suddenly, Yunho clapped his hands once behind you, successfully diverting both of your attentions to him who has a deep frown. "Um, hello?" he raised his arms in frustration, "hi?" Mingi answered, not sure what Yunho really meant.

Yunho scoffed at him and cross his arms, "I was the one who got you knuckleheads to tutor and get tutored, where's MY thank you gift?" he then turned to you, "and you," you gulped at that, "you went past me, ignoring my hug, and now making plans in front of me without asking me!?"

All you could do is smile awkwardly at him, "oops?"

He turned around and began muttering to himself, panicking you a bit as you followed behind him, trying to say sorry and even cling to him like a koala so that he'd eventually melt and forgive you.

Promising that you'd get all the snacks during your bi-weekly sleepovers tomorrow, Yunho gave in and smush you into a very big hug, telling you that he enjoyed getting the attention from you for once considering you spent the whole practice doting on him, buttering him up with your sly yet sweet ways.

The practice ends on the dot, no one, not even coach Park want to spend more time there when they could be spending the start of their weekend at home or out with their friends or loved ones.

As the boys went to take a short shower, you waited on your usual spot, busying yourself with your phone because Wooyoung, who was in your history class, begged for homework answer.

Suddenly someone blocked the light from in front of you.

You had half a mind to smack whoever it was, thinking the most obvious and cliche like being ganged up on by Mingi's fangirls and getting threatened for being close to him all of a sudden.

But when you look up you were met with Mingi's smiling face, clothes changed to a hoodie and his school pants. "Eunseok freaking used my spare pants as a ball and made me monkey in the middle between him and Jisol" he said sheepishly, rubbing at the back of his neck, seemingly embarrassed.

"You? Monkey in the middle?" you teased, grabbing your bag as you stood up, "shouldn't you be the one initiating monkey in the middle with some poor freshman?" he raised an eyebrow at you as you both began walking out, "really? Is that how you see me?" "not really, but kind of? Like don't get me wrong, I don't judge people right off the bat because let's face it, you were kind of a timid nerd when we first met despite being tall as heck," he rolled his eyes at that, "but you just really fit into the stereotypical trope of a hot, popular jock and it just seem like-"

"Wait," he cut you off, "you think I'm hot?" now he has a smirk stretched on his face widely.

"Well duhh, anyone with two pairs of eyes would agree that you are in fact hot" you nudge his arm with yours, grinning when you see a blush bloom on his face, "you're not easily embarrassed, are you?" he asked rethorically.

The walk to the cafe was short but it seemed longer since you both managed to walk really slowly, too immersed in your conversation about practically anything that came up.

When you both finally got there, Mingi was about to head to the counter and order but you stopped him and pushed him away, running to the counter first and immediately saying your usual drink orders, adding peach cobbler and espresso brownies. As you reach into your bag to grab your wallet, Mingi had already sneaked forward and give the cashier his debit card.

Looking up at him, you furrowed your eyebrows, "that wasn't supposed to happen" you pouted at him while crossing your arms. Mingi chuckled and pat your head lightly, "there, there, there's always next time" he said before walking off to your usual table, mentally punching himself for insinuating that you both would be meeting again even after this, because he honestly don't know whether or not there will be.

You run up a couple steps to catch up with him and took a seat next to him, "you think we'll keep doing this even when I no longer need tutoring?" you honestly felt kind of hopeful at his words, for some reason some part of you had grown comfortable with him and gotten so used to having him 'hang out' with you at the cafe on a daily basis. Maybe you're a little unwilling to let things go back to before he offered to lend a hand for you in math.

Mingi shrugged as he put his bag on the floor and sat down, "I don't see why not? Unless you're suddenly repulsed by me, wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable or anything". You smirked at that, "you actually did when you tried flirting with me every single chance you got before we got this close, you've actually managed to act like a normal human being with me these past week," you poked.

Hearing that from you immediately brought a blush to Mingi's face, "y-you meant to say that y-y-you realized that I was f-flirting with you?" he was a stuttering mess, clearly not expecting you to said what you had just said. "Obviously! I'm not dense, Mingi, I thought you would've known that by now," the smirk didn't melt from your face, "at first it was like just a feeling, something that I had to confirm with Yunho because let's face it, you're kinda nice to literally everyone, and it became even more obvious when you flicked that bottle cap and it hit my eye"

"Hey, that bottlecap thing was 100% an accident! I would never deliberately try to hurt you in any way!" he whined, making you laugh at him, "I know you didn't mean to Mingi-ya, I never accused you of doing it on purpose" you said as you stood up, hearing the cashier called Mingi's name to take your orders that was put on a tray by the pick up point, rushing quick enough so that Mingi wouldn't be able to get up and get there before you.

The both of you spent hours talking about literally anything you both could think of. The conversation was surprisingly flowing very well, Mingi thought that without any academic reason behind your hang outs, he'd be a blubbering mess, trying to impress you while simultaneously make a fool out of himself without having to try much. You were also surprised, with how you treat him before, you actually felt bad for judging him without knowing him first. Sure you were right about your presumption that on one side he's totally the poster boy of a jock, but personality-wise he's just a shy nerd which is hecking adorable to say the least.

"Really? That's what you thought about me?" he laughed, not believing what he had just heard, "I'm serious, I thought you were just an airhead! Like you know, that one jock who got in because of a sport scholarship and only having straight Cs to at least pass so that he could still be in the team? How was I supposed to know that despite your lack of tidy uniform and attention-grabbing tendencies, you're actually a really good student?" you defended.

"See, (Y/N), that's why people shouldn't judge each other based on their looks, and here I thought that you're really the nice girl that everyone like just because, Wooyoung said so himself, could it possibly be that he's wrong?" he's having fun poking fun at you at this point, "hey, that's not fair, mr.'I-might-be-in-the-wrong-class-on-my-first-day'!" you retorted back, sticking your tongue out at him.

"and besides," you continued while poking into the last piece of Mingi's peach cobbler that he had put on your plate, "who the heck listens to Wooyoung? That boy's wrong 78% of the time, if you listen to him, you're just setting yourself up for trouble," "really? And how would you know?" "Because I've known him since elementary school, you know he used to bully me and Yunho, right?"

At your revelation, his eyes widened. Never would he have guessed that Jung Wooyoung would ever bully people, "really? Wooyoung? The kid who's nice to everyone?" that made you rolled your eyes, "he wasn't always nice, he used to be this little asshole, Yunho was first transferred when we were in the 3rd grade and he looked like this scrawny little nerd with a constant blush to his face and shy demeanor," the thought of young Yunho made you smile to yourself, "Wooyoung see him as a prey though and began teasing him. We were all in the same class so one day during arts and crafts, Wooyoung took Yunho's drawings and fold it into a plane, which made Yunho cried because obviously, long story short, I tripped Wooyoung when he was running with the paper plane, took it, and return it to Yunho," by the end, you had a proud smile on your face.

Seeing how proud you look, Mingi chuckled, "Yunho must've been really glad that you're there for him," "oh yeah, totally, stuck by me ever since" Mingi nodded slowly at that, "at first I thought you and Yunho were dating because of how close you two are,"

You almost choked on your latte when you heard him say that, "excuse me, what?" you coughed. Mingi shook his head, grabbing a tissue and began helping dabbing the stray droplets by the side of your mouth, "come on, you both hold hands all the time, he walks you everywhere, you waited for him during basketball practice, heck San even said he saw you both cuddling during a school trip,"

At first you want to defend yourself, saying that it is just how your friendship works, that you're both touchy people and Yunho's just a sweet guy with a talent for cuddling. But then you saw his eyebrows furrow and lips pouting slightly as he talks.

"Song Mingi, are you perhaps... jealous?" a huge grin stretched across your face. You would've thought that he'd blush, deny it, and just make an excuse.

So it shocked you when he slung an arm on the back of your chair and leaned his face close, "so what if I am? You know I like you and seeing Yunho being able to do all that makes me feel like I want to throw a basketball to his face sometimes during practice,"

Now the tables have turned. You stared at him, eyes wide and blush blooming on your face. You could only stare at him, trying to form words, any words to reply to him.

But the way he looked at you, the way his arm feels natural being slung around you and how close he is with you, it would've been dead wrong to say that you don't feel anything. Because over the past 5 days of meeting together after school, you found yourself liking his personality more than before. How he gets serious when he's trying to help you, giving everything he got to make sure you understand what he's explaining, how considerate he is towards your bursts of frustration when you couldn't finish an equation on your own, and how lowkey gentlemanly he is, always making sure you're walking on the inside, opening doors, guiding you gently by having a hand hover on your back. You don't know why you judged him so quickly.

"You're really not like Hongjoong or Seonghwa," you unconsciously muttered.

Mingi blinked twice, tilting his head to the side due to confusion, "I- thanks?"

Realizing what you just said, you groaned to yourself, "sorry, didn't mean to say that out loud, but it's just..." you took a deep breath before continuing, "you're not like how I thought you would be... Hongjoong and Seonghwa were seniors, basketball jocks too, and they played with me around for so long, apparently placing bets with their group of friends on who I'd choose between them so when Yunho tried to get me out before I got in too deep with them, they got pissed because they lost the bet to their friends and they spread rumors that I slept with them behind their backs," the talk of said memory brought a bitter taste to your tongue, and you don't know why you're telling Mingi this, but you somehow felt like you owe him the explanation.

While you were talking, Mingi had subconsciously put his free hand on top of one of yours that was resting on the table, taking it in his own and gently rubbing the back of it with his thumb.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that," he smiled sadly at you, "did people believe them?" "oh yeah, especially their fangirls which ironically is the same people who are your fangirls now, they wouldn't even hear me out, they just shunned me for a whole year until Hongjoong and Seonghwa graduated, but it's okay I'm over it, I used it as a lesson to just not believe in pretty faces and to have a better judgment system,"

"Well what about my pretty face? Do you believe it?" Mingi joked, trying to lighten the mood as he began doing cute pouty faces and poses, making you giggle at him, "stop it you dork, people are watching," you yourself couldn't stop giggling at the sight of him, "well they can stare all they want, I'm don't even care since I was able to make you smile,"

Without realizing, you both stayed there until it was 9.30 pm and your mom called you, asking where you are. So you both immediately pack up and get ready to leave.

For some reason, once you're both stood in front of the cafe, neither of you were willing to move. You both just stood there facing each other, but looking at the ground, slightly dejected that the hangout (or more like date considering how touchy you both were) has to end.

"Uhm..." Mingi started, making you look up to him, "so which way is your house?" you pointed to the right side, "that way, you?" his face immediately brightens, "same way, we can walk together" he said as he took your bag from your shoulder and slinging one of the straps on one of his shoulder before he began walking.

"H-hey!" you called out, rushing to him, "you don't have to do this! I can take my own bag!" you whined while trying to grab your bag from him.

He didn't say anything, he just silently grab one of your hand and pulled you to walk next to him. Thank God for the night sky or else he would've been able to see your tomato red face.

You both walked in silence.

Not that it was awkward, but because it's nicer to just walk without having to say much, bask in the cold night air as both of you connect through your hands.

It's weird that it doesn't feel weird how close you both are getting and how comfortable you both are. Usually people would take more than a week to really get to the hand-holding part. But then again, one of you has been pining over the other for months and judging from how hard your heart is beating right now, it is safe to assume that you've began developing more than just platonic affection to the tall boy.

When your house started to come into view, you felt reluctant to walk quickly, frowning at the thought that the night had to end. Mingi seemed to feel your reluctance, so he slowed down his pace, stretching the 10 minutes walk from the cafe to 30 if he could.

"This is nice," he suddenly said, breaking the silence.

You look up at him and tilted your head slightly, "what is?" you asked, "spending time with you, walking you home, you're just a really great person to be with" again, he made you blush but this time with his words.

"Oh come on, I bet Wooyoung and San would've been more fun to hang with than me," you said, nudging him a little with your shoulder. "That's where you're wrong, more chaotic? yes, considering we were almost kicked out of the McDonalds nearby because Wooyoung tried to score what he called a whole pack of 10 pieces mcnuggets 'extra', but more fun? I don't think so, I'd rather spend time with you," he smiled sweetly.

You almost wanted to roll your eyes at him, but you decided against it, "I'm gonna have to ask you to tell me about the mcnuggets thing, then, sounds like a wild time," you giggled to yourself. "Sure I will, on our next hangout," he said, making you frown slightly. You had thought that he wanted to act all mysterious or playful, but then you realized that you had arrived at the gates to your house.

Looking at your house, you, who would most likely be in your bed any chance you get, seem so reluctant to get in.

But you tore your gaze and moved it to Mingi, staring at him with a look that would've melted him on the spot if it was possible, "hanging with you tonight, might've been the longest time I spent without texting or calling Yunho after school," at your words, Mingi groaned while throwing his head back, "we're having a moment, do you HAVE to mention Yunho when I'm still here?" His protest made you laugh, because what he said was true, "and stop calling our meeting today a hangout, call it what it actually is," he leaned close to your face, "a date,"

Never would you imagine him to say that, but there he goes proving you wrong again. "S-shut up, nerd, you've never asked me out so today was so not a date," you muttered, pretending to be normal despite the blush on your face and your racing heart, betraying your whole exterior demeanor.

Before he could say anything else, you slipped your hand out of his and ran through the gates. When you're mid-way to your doorstep, you stopped and looked back at him. He had a genuine smile on his face, and he was waving at you when he noticed you turning back, "go on, get inside! It's cold! I'll see you Monday at lunch!"

Hearing that gave you somewhat a feeling of relieve that you didn't know you needed right until he said it. But you smiled back at him and nodded, "you better be, or else I'll get a new math tutor, one who's not ashamed to be seen with his student outside of tutoring hours," you stuck your tongue at him. He clutched his left chest with his right hand, pretending to be hurt, "your assumptions hurt me, (Y/N),"

You giggled at that and walk back further.

You stopped when you had a hand to the doorknob, turning back once more to look at Mingi.

Before you could even comprehend what you were doing, you ran back to him, grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and kissed his cheek.

Mingi stood there, dumbfounded at what just happened, not really believing that you had just did that but also doubting whether or not that really did just happen.

When he looked at you, you only smiled at him, "I had a lot of fun on today's... date,"

And with that you quickly ran back and went inside, leaning against the door to calm yourself down.

Curious at what his reaction might be, you peek over the curtain by the side window, to see Mingi still frozen in the same spot, mouth agape, and eyes trained to the door.

It took an extra couple of seconds before he reacted. He held the spot where you kissed him with the biggest smile on his face, he jumped up and down in happiness and his mouth was opened widely to let out a soundless scream.

The sight was adorable. He's adorable.

When he finally left your house after 5 minutes of celebrating in silence, you finally pried yourself off the window to walk to your room.

Now you know for sure that he's not bad at all.

That you're glad he proved you wrong.

[fandom-puff]

Squirm

Pairing: Sirius black x reader

Requested by: anon ‘Okay but just think about Sirius giving the reader a creampie and securing it inside her for like an order meeting with a butt plug🥺🥺’

Warnings: anal sex, creampie, toys, swearing

Gif creds to owner

The headboard banged hard against the wall as Sirius rutted his hips into you, gripping your hips hard. Your fists bunched in his bedsheets, mouth hanging open, back arched to try and get more.

“You like that, puppy?” Sirius grunted in your ear, his hot, wet breath dancing over your neck as you nodded eagerly, a whiny ‘yes’ leaving your throat. “You like me pounding your tight little arse? I bet you do,”

You let out a little sob as Sirius yanked your hair, pulling you up so your back was flush against his chest. With one arm slung across your belly, keeping you in position, he reached his other hand down to rub your clit in rough circles. Moaning out loudly, you rested your head on his shoulder, reaching to kiss his neck sloppily as your hips wriggled. “Sirius-” you gasped, thighs quivering from exertion.

“Gonna come for me, pup?” He growled, leaning down and licking a stripe up your neck. “I can feel you clenching... can feel your arse clenching around me... gonna make me come too, love? Good girl...” you squealed, coming with a loud cry of his name, your entire body going rigid before relaxing, pulsing around him. Sirius grunted, and with a few more harsh thrusts, he came, filling you up with his come. You groaned out, flopping forward, laying on your tummy as you panted.

“Alright, love?” Sirius asked you gently. “Feeling okay?” You nodded and gave him a lopsided smile over your shoulder. Sirius cast a quick cleaning charm, but something was... off. Your body was no longer sweaty, but you still felt... full.

“Sirius?” You asked quizzically, shifting slightly but he stopped you with a hand on your back.

“Shhh, pup,” he cooed. “Almost done... accio plug,” he murmured, catching the simple black butt plug from his drawer. “I’m going to plug all that come up inside your sweet arse, baby,” he said and you shuddered, nodding eagerly and sticking your arse out to him. “Thought you’d like the sound of that,”

You pushed your bum up to him and he smiled, stroking your cheeks gently as he eased the newly lubed toy into you. As you were already thoroughly stretched out from your previous activities, you didn’t feel any burning stretch; you just felt a pleasant pressure and addicting fullness. You sighed happily, wiggling your bum to get it comfortably inside you, feeling the flared end pressed against your tight muscle. Sirius smiled and helped you sit up and together you dressed. As you were about to open his bedroom door, he leaned down to whisper in your ear “if you manage to sit through the meeting and dinner without squirming too much, I’ll let you ride me as hard and fast as you’d like afterwards...”

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[mandoalorian]

I am living for your fluffy Dio fics (he’s so under appreciated!), but they always leave me wanting smutty sequels!! 😂😂

I would love if you could write a smutty Dio piece.

Greedy [Dio x F!Reader] SMUT

Warnings: 18+ smut, f recieving oral, PNP, protected piv, fingering, tit play, choking, degradation, orgasm denial

Author's note: I hope this is okay! I'm not very confident at writing Dio but I've had a lot of requests to write smut for him so I thought I'd give it a whirl.

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His fingers were clad with an abundance of silver rings, and when he grabbed at the collumn of your neck, the coolness of the metal scraped against your skin. Bashfully, you backed into him, and tossed your head back to his shoulder. Dio brought his arms around you and began to palm at your breasts, occasionally tweaking your nipple or giving it a little pinch. You were a writhing mess under his grip, moaning and panting everytime he merely touched you.

"Dio, please." you whined, turning your face into the crook of his neck as his large hands slid down your torso and rested on your stomach. They were achingly close to your pussy, which was already soaked for him.

"What exactly are you begging for?" He asked, although if the wicked smirk that played upon his lips was anything to judge, he already knew.

"I want you." you gasped out, grinding your backside over his thick bulge. He grunted, swatting your hands off his length that was confined in his black boxer shorts.

"No touching," he chastised with a growl and he gave your ass a smack. "You dirty slut, want to take my cock so bad." Dio lowered his hand between your legs and began to slide his fingers between your folds. The wet noises that your cunt made were obscene, and you felt your cheeks flush with heat as he worked his magic. "Jesus Christ," he whispered. "Already so wet... and I've barely touched you."

"I just want-- ah!" Your eyes snapped shut when he delved two of his fingers into your hole without warning, pushing them all the way in. He couldn't help but smile when he felt your walls flutter around his hand. He had that sweet spot inside of you memorised so perfectly, and so with every thrust, you were only moments away from coming undone.

"Is this what you want?" he teased, his thumb starting to rub tight circles over your clit.

Yeah, the fingering was good, but you still wanted more. You wanted him—his cock—balls deep inside of you. His fingers felt great stretching you out, but they felt good wrapped around your throat too. You liked it when Dio choked you, and the perfect time for him to that was when he was buried inside of you. You wanted to feel him throb, and have him spill his seed as deep as he possibly could. You wanted him to claim you.

Before you could shoot back a reply, a cloud of white fuzz blinded you and the muscles in your thighs began to involuntarily spasm. You cried out his name, feeling yourself about to hit your climax. You were so close.

And then he removed his fingers from you completely. And he left you standing there, shivering with annoyance. He pulled off you and walked around so he was facing you, his smirk only growing when he saw the way your pretty lips had curled into an unamused frown.

"What the fuck," you growled, narrowing your eyes.

Dio tilted his head and pouted. "I warned you, no touching. Bad girls get punished." he explained, venom dripping from his tongue.

"O-okay," you sighed in defeat. "I'll be good, I swear. Please. I just want your—"

"No!" he snapped back, not letting you finish. Dio pointed his finger and wiggled it in a chaste manner. "You take whatever you're given. Understand?" You nodded your head weakly and Dio grinned, liking the control he had over you. You were his little cockdumb whore, and he wouldn't have it any other way. "Bend over."

You wanted to squeal with excitement, knowing that he'd finally given in to your begging. It hadn't been easy for Dio, to keep his dick confined in his underwear all this time just so he could tease you. He pulled his boxers down and whimpered as his cock finally sprung free. Grabbing a condom from the nightstand, he ripped open the square packet and rolled the latex over his length.

He leaned over you, his engorged tip prodding at your entrance, he brought his fingers to your mouth. They were still wet with your arousal. You got the hint. You knew what he wanted from you. And you knew that good behaviour would be rewarded.

You took his fingers in your mouth and began to suck them clean, moaning when you felt his cock twitch against your cunt. Once Dio was satisfied, he removed his hand from you and doubled back, re-positioning himself.

He pushed himself into you, tangling his fingers into your hair as he built up a steady rhythm. Your cunt clenched around his cock and he knew he wouldn't last. He'd been dreaming of your tight pussy for the past week, longing to feel you wrapped around him like this.

Your eyes squeezed shut when his hands fell down to your hips, his finger nails digging into your soft skin as his thrusts became harder and roughing. He never went easy, always wanting to make it so you wouldn't be able to walk the next morning.

"Fuck, so close." He gasped, biting down onto your shoulder. His groans turned into gasps until eventually he came undone, spilling his seed into the condom and pulling out of you.

Dio discarded the protection and tucked himself back into his boxer shorts before helping you into bed. He opened your legs, taking a look at your perfect little pussy which was now red from where he'd fucked you so hard. He pressed sloppy kisses into your inner thighs and you felt yourself begin to drift off into a sleep. He was rarely this affectionate with anyone, but actually, Dio had taken a liking to you.

"Don't worry baby, you go to sleep now. Let me clean you up." he promised. You half expected to pad into the bathroom to and grab a wet flannel to wipe you down.

But this was Dio.

His hot tongue licked stripes over your sensitive bundle of nerves and your entire body stiffened up. "D-Dio!"

"Hush," he said softly. You obliged, nodding your head and allowing him to lap up all your juices.

He really did know how to take care of you.

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