#as chill as i am about my style. my view of it really changes when there's suddenly money involved you know.
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#general post#adventurer 01#the first version was much more flat especially around the head i'd say#i realize i was too focused on having a more 'crispy clean particular expected standard etc' art style in the first run BUT. THAT AINT MEEE#I FUCK WIT ROUGHER LINES AND (somewhat) ROUGHER RENDERING#as chill as i am about my style. my view of it really changes when there's suddenly money involved you know.#'PEOPLE WONT WANT TO PAY FOR LINES WITH A CRUMB OF UNCLEANLINESS' is how i think at times.#like 'are these lines CLEAN ENOUGH to be INVOLVED in something that has MONETARY REASONS HMM?'... which is no good.#when my style was never that in the first place.#of course i'm cleaning up the lines a bit more than what the new version looks like right there.#BECAUSE my 'usual standard' has always been cleaner than that when it's not a sketch. but you get the idea
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born to die | minho
all characters depicted in my writing are from my own imagination and do NOT in anyway represent nor reflect the people in real life :)
â©pairing: minho x gn!reader
â©genre(s): ANGST, fluff, smut, non-idol!au, switch!minho
â©warnings: death, smoking, pet names, sexual themes (18+) sex (unprotected- pls use protection!), explicit language, people watching (not sexual!) [anything else i have missed]
â©summary: a story based on the song âborn to dieâ by lana del ray. minho was the chosen victim iâm afraid.
â©wc: 5k (5,046)
â©authorâs note: i am so sorry.
donât make me sad, donât make me cry.
Cold, wet, miserable. The transition from autumn to winter makes itself known harsher than it has ever done before. As the wind cries, an acrimonious chill soars through the air looking to communicate with the souls that are derived of their light.
Minho walks down the desolate street playing with his lighter. A custom made lighter; a muted grey with the engraving of a peacock feather on it. A gift he got on his birthday from an old friend. It packs quite a punch he must say.
He takes one last long drag from his cigarette, taking back the nicotine to fill his lungs before freeing the smoke to dance through the smog. It feels familiar, the taste of nicotine on his tongue. It has been a while since he has smoked. He didnât miss it per-say, but fuck did it have its way of ebbing the pain.
A brown weathered bench comes into his line of view. He sits at this bench so much that he has assessed the best and worst parts of it to sit on. He collapses down, slightly off-centre and releases a long sigh.
Dawn is his favourite time of the day. The route he can walk with his eyes closed allows him to pass by the type of people he finds pleasure in watching. Minho was adroit at reading people. He much preferred to observe rather than enter a conversation in which he would need to cue his laughs and pretend to be sympathetic towards people who, he concluded, deserved nothing but to get castrated.
05:29am, right on time. Paul flits around the corner and continues down the path. Minho monitors the morning runner closely, counting his steps. Usually Paul does four hundred down this path before he is out of sight. His strides are longer today, seems he wants to get his run over and done with.
Minho likes Paul, though heâs never interacted with him. He needs not to, him watching from afar every dawn for the past ten months has made Paul the closest person he can refer to as a friend in his life currently.
Sad? Far worse. Depressing.
Things in his life changed drastically when you left him. YouâŠyour name leaves a vexatious taste in his mouth. It ireâs him just how easily you ruined him. He didnât think he could possibly hate anyone on this planet as much as he does you. All because you broke the promises you made him.
He hates you. He doesnât think he will ever stop hating you. He canât, he wonât.
The friends he did have, he casted them aside. Dropped them like a tree ridding itself of its leaves. Every now and then one of his old friends, Chris, checks up on him. Whether it be sending him a letter -Minho had blocked his number- or a care package. He canât deny the fact that it really pisses him off.
There goes Vanessa, or as people formally call her, Miss Phillips. He discovered that she is a teacher who specialises in helping children with special needs. Minho is quite fond of Vanessa. He usually likes to guess what style her hair will be next. She untucks her hair from her coat, braids. He hisses and shakes his head slightly as he guessed wrong again.
Minho reaches for the cold flip lighter and runs his thumb over the engraving. Never one to believe in superstitions, he thinks about the argument on whether a peacock feather brings good or bad luck.
It attracted the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in this world. For that, he was beyond grateful for this small object. Until the thing that was so beautiful became cold, unknown, and cause him the worst ache of all. Ache from the heart that shattered into many, many minuscule pieces. One that he knows can never be meticulously mended.
He shouldnât be thinking about that, about you. His therapist strongly advises against such and directs him to remember his two little people he keeps an eye on. âPaul and Vanessa, just think about Paul and Vanessa. You have formed some sort of relationship with them in which you have developed a fidelity. They arenât any the wiser, but they are a reason for you holding on and gravitating your mind to moving forward.â His therapist had said.
Minhoâs hands start to shake and not due to the cold air. He curses to himself as he opens his cigarette box to find it empty. He was perturbed by his thoughts and needed to rid his growing anxiety before he has an attack.
The universe astutely discerns the situation, for a small friendly body rubs against his calf. Purring fills his senses and he looks down to see the stray cat staring up at him.
The cat seems to mimic his every move. He lifts an arm, the cat lifts its paw to touch his leg. He tilts his head, the cat does the same. If Minho clenches his fist tightly in his lap, then the cat rubs on his calf to soothe him.
It doesnât take long for a decision to be made, for he and the cat coalesce. He gently picks it up and continues his journey home. The cat immediately becoming the third most important thing in his life.
ââă»ââă»ă»âż ă»ă»ââă»ââ
come and take a walk on the wild side. let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain.
âHoney?â
âIn here!â
Minho follows the sound of your voice, finding you snuggled up in a blanket snacking on some popcorn and listening to some music. You turn to acknowledge him and he physically feels his heart swell. The way you look at him with such light and love is enough for it to be his main source of oxygen. God he is painfully in love with you.
âHello my darling, how was work?â You ask with a tilt of your head. His heart skipped a beat.
âIt was irritating,â he moves to lay on you, resting his head on your stomach as your hands find their way to his head, âChris is annoying me again.â He says with a roll of his eyes. You chuckle lightly at that.
âDid he put his lunch in your designated spot in the fridge again? Or was it that he offered you an iced latte instead of an Americano? Oh! Maybe he asked whether you were free this weekend and asked you to hang out? Or-â
You are cut off with a rambunctious groan that makes you erupt in a fit of laughter. Minho goes to roll off you irked by your teasing, but you trap him with your legs and apologise by smothering his face in kisses.
Hearing just some of the things that he relayed to you about his days at work made him sound ridiculous for even being annoyed at such things.
You have an extraordinary way of doing that. Reminding him that heâs being too pessimistic about life without explicitly saying so. He realistically doesnât need to be pessimistic anymore. Not when he has you in his life, you are warm sun to shine through his cold grey skies.
Itâs astounding just how long he was able to survive before you. You have moulded him unknowingly into a man capable of loving someone to an extent which is unearthly. He is your paean to how beautiful love can be and you are his saviour.
âWhatâs going on in that pretty head?â You ask, rubbing your hands up and down his back. It should not surprise him how well you know him.
âDo you know how much you mean to me? I canât breathe without you Y/n. Thatâs frightening. I never thought I could genuinely be so happy. I never knew what love was until you yâknow?â Minho says.
He can feel your breath quicken and your heartbeat increase, but youâre silent. So he continues.
âI truly think, no, I know you make me a better man. I donât know why I am being sentimental right now, I think you have me in a lifelong trance.â He lifts his head up, resting his chin on your chest. He watches a tear fall from your eye. He wishes in that exact moment, that he could read peopleâs minds. Read your mind.
âWhy must you do that to me unprovoked?â You sob. Itâs his turn to comfort you as he manoeuvres his way out of the position you both currently hold. He lifts you gently and places you on top of him to which you bury your face in his neck.
The pitter-patter of rain starts to make itself known as the weather mimics your mood. Minho enjoys the rain though, it soothes him. Much like you soothe him. Itâs strange, he can see the similarities between you and droplets of rain. Both refresh and cool him down when heâs too hot. Both make sounds that immediately puts him into a tranquil state. Both necessary to the world to make the flowers bloom and the grass look greener.
You are his rain.
He runs his fingers along your spine as you mutter incomprehensible words. If he had to guess you are telling him that heâs a villain for making you feel such a way randomly in the day. You referred to him as such before.
Minho is a prick, albeit a lovable one; a prick nonetheless. He loves the way you react to his spontaneous outbursts of reasons why he loves you. Maybe itâs the way you look so adorable when you cry. Maybe itâs the way you will always cling to him after he does so. Whatever the reason, it only makes his heart grow fonder.
The room is filled with your sniffles here and there, low music, and the sound of heavy rain hitting the window.
Minho lays with you, his eyes closed, swaying you gently.
âDo you want to go and play in the rain?â He says breaking the rhythm of sounds.
âDo I want to go and play in the rain?â You echo, laughing, âNo, I donât want to get my hair wet.â
âYou can wear my hoodie and my raincoat?â He suggests. You look up at him, sitting up fully. He just smiles at you, awaiting your response.
âYou really are seriousâŠwow.â
âItâll be fun, come on!â He exclaims picking you up with him as he gets up from the sofa. He goes to grab a hoodie of his, one of your favourite ones to wear. He tucks your hair inside of the hood and pulls the drawstrings to tighten it around your face.
He laces the string with a bow and kisses the tip of your nose. He then runs to get his raincoat and swiftly encloses you inside of it. He laughs at you.
âWhat?â You say feigning annoyance with a tilt of your head.
âNothingâŠâ He hums with laughter. âYou just remind me of an Ewokâ He laughs pinching your cheeks. You scrunch your face up due to the attack of his fingers and try to bat him away.
âYou basically just called me a tiny bear.â You groan.
âMy cute tiny bear. Come.â He grabs your hand and leads you towards the front door so you can both put on your shoes. He glances you way, shooting you an âAre you ready?â look, to which you just roll your eyes at him.
He doesnât give you another second to change your mind, him basically lifting you off your feet and into the empty street. You squeal as the rain comes down hard, instantaneously soaking both Minho and you.
Minho closes his eyes and raises his head to the sky, letting the rain trickle down his face. He laughs and then looks down at you. Staring up at him, you look at him like he is the only person ever. He scans your face, taking in your beauty. He is too in awe to speak, instead choosing to try and contain his smile by biting his lip. It doesnât work.
âIâll love you forever.â You say loudly over the rain. Minhoâs heart stops beating for several moments.
âPromise me that, my love.â He says, cupping your face in both of his hands. His thumbs rest just beneath your eyes and he wipes the water away from them.
âI promise.â
He kisses you deeply, lovingly, passionately. And the both of you stand there in the pouring rain, smiling through your kisses and failing to suppress your laughter.
It was in that moment, that you two were the only people in the world. The two brightest of stars, conjoining to rival the sun.
ââă»ââă»ă»âż ă»ă»ââă»ââ
choose your last words, this is the last time
Minho paces back and forth in front of your driveway before approaching your door. He messed up big time, so he keeps being told by your friend Jeongin. He has always found your friends tiresome. Why being sent a paragraph long text of middle finger emojiâs is warranted for his jealousy? He will never know.
He isnât quite sure how to say he is sorry for what he did. He trusts you. Of course he trusts you, itâs you. You would never do anything to hurt him, let alone in spite of his childish moods.
He musters up enough courage to knock on your front door. Yet as he was about to, he retracts his hand. What if this is something you will never forgive him for? That canât possibly be an outcome of all this. Canât it?
He backs away from the door, pacing again. To any of your neighbours, he must look like some creep trying to talk himself into breaking into your house. Itâs best he just be brave and-
âMinho?â
He freezes in his tracks as he sees you in your pyjamas, carrying a trash bag. If your face didnât hold that nasty scowl directed towards him, he would have thought you looked cute in the set he got you for your birthday. You clear your throat. Right, he is here to plead his case.
âHeyâŠbin collection day tomorrow?â
An awful start.
You brush past him, throwing the bag into the bin. He watches you awkwardly, placing a hand on the back of his neck.
You walk back inside, but open the door wider. Taking that as his cue to go inside, he scurries in, sure to be quick as to keep the warmth inside.
You immediately head to your room and he sheepishly follows, acting as if he doesnât know the layout of your house by memory.
As you both enter your room, you go off to the bathroom to wash your hands. He sits and waits for you on the bed. His attention momentarily drawn to the window where he sees drops of rain run down the glass. He smiles softly before returning to his solemn state.
The bed dips beside him and he has to force himself not to stare at the side of your head. The remote control to your television gets thrown into his lap. He looks down, then up at you confused.
âPick something. Give yourself a couple of minutes to calm down and then say what you have to say.â You speak assertively.
He does as you say without question. Even if you are mad at him, you still know that he can struggle with righting his wrongs. Oh how he loves you.
A few minutes pass and Minho does indeed feel calmer. Enough to start the conversation he is still, slightly, scared to have.
âI am sorry. I had no right to tell you what to wear that night. I also acted like a dick to every single person that approached you, even your friends. That was not cool of me. At all.â He starts.
His eyes meet yours and it takes everything in him to not cower away in embarrassment. The reality of his actions settling in.
âYou are beautiful. I know that, everyone else knows that. I think I just got annoyed by people gushing to me about you and how they would love to be with you.â He turns to the window again, watching the rain as it gets heavier.
âIt triggered a protective side of me, well, a primal one.â He looks towards you now as you sit against the headboard, waiting for him to continue. âYouâre mine and I didnât want people to think they even had a chance with you.â
âSurely you would only think that if you didnât completely trust me.â You argue, raising an eyebrow.
Minho starts to fiddle with the remote. Casting his eyes away from yours in embarrassment.
âThat, would be a viable response to that yes. But I do trust you! I promise. You havenât given me any reason not to trust you I just-â He cuts himself off, holding back on what he truly wants to say.
He hears you sigh and you move to place your hand on his forearm. You stroke his arm softly with your thumb, letting him take his time. He really appreciates this side of you.
âI havenât been feeling like I am enough for you. I donât feel good in my body as of late and I think those insecurities translated through my actions of how I ministered to our relationship,â Minho takes a long, drawn out breath before continuing. âI think I was trying to drag you down with me into the same state of mind. For that, I am sorry Y/n.â He finishes looking up at you as his eyes shimmer from the fresh tears that threaten to fall.
You two stare at each other for a little while longer, the silence making Minho more panicked. You crawl over to him and straddle his lap, taking him by surprise. Your hands finding their rightful place in his hair, stroking softly.
âThank you for apologising to me. Make sure to also apologise to the many of my friends you rubbed the wrong way,â You chuckle lightly. âBut thank you for opening up to me and telling me what has been troubling you.â You take a deep breath and release with a sigh. âIt doesnât mean that I am completely happy with you, but I do want to show you that you are beautiful. You are everything and more to me Min.â You say smiling softly.
Minho swallows, his eyes blinking rapidly as he listens to you. He places his hands on your hips and strokes them softly. He may not be able to respond right now, the words caught in his throat. So he wants to let you know that he hears you.
âThis is a conversation that needs to be finished when emotions arenât as strong. However, I have failed as your lover to not make you feel like youâre enough. To not make you feel as if you are the sexiest man I have ever laid my eyes on.â You tantalisingly move your hips on his crotch.
The way his body responds to you will never cease to amaze him. All it takes is you sitting on top of him, hell, one look when you stare at him with those eyes and he is ready to go.
Gyrating slowly and pressing down on his now evident erection, a small whine escapes his lips. You smile at that and lift your shirt up off your body. Grabbing his hands, you lift them up to your chest for him to pay attention to your nipples.
He immediately began pinching and rolling them between his fingers. Your moans elicits a thrust of his hips up into your heat. Wanting more, you grab his head and he understands what you want of him. His eyes flutter closed and he attaches his soft lips to the bud, sucking and swirling his tongue. Releasing beautiful moans, he gets off to the salacious image of you using him at any given time to make him suck your nipples.
âI love the way you love my nipples Min. Love the little sounds you make.â You throw your head back in pleasure. âAll reasons why you are the sexiest man I know.â You mewl softly.
He switches nipples frantically. Always eager to please you. Only you. He craves every little thing about you. The way your lips taste, the way you taste. The way your body shudders around him as he takes you whenever you let him.
He is love drunk off of you. You are like a drug to him and he wishes to consume you âtil his dying breath.
The way you grind your hips down on him is unholy, it is like you are trying to make him cum in his pants. He is close, so close. His moans turning into desperate high pitched whimpers.
You halt your movements and hover above his lap. Swallowing the noise of disappointment with your mouth on his. Your tongue claiming the entirety of his mouth. You are so filthy and he loves it.
You catch his bottom lip between your teeth, dragging it slightly before gazing up at him with those eyes. You run your hands from his shoulders down his body, painfully slowly.
His head falls back into the pillow as he looks up at the ceiling, fighting the urge to just pull his pants down enough for him to free himself and fuck you senselessly until he is a shaking mess.
He knows better than to do that though. He wants to be good for you. Your good boy.
You pull down his joggers and his underwear and he shivers slightly. You hum in approval and kitten lick the head of his cock.
âY/n, bunny, please donât tease me!â He squalls. He thinks maybe he is being punished for his behaviour. Itâs the only way to explain the way you stroke him at a leisurely pace.
âHush, let me appreciate you. Mâgonna make you feel good loveâ You mumble more to yourself than to him.
Before he could protest anymore, he sharply intakes a breath. The way your lips mould around him so deliciously. Taking him down your pretty little throat. How did he get so lucky to find someone that riles him up as much as you do?
His hands reach down to lightly tug your hair, using it as a handle as he guides your head up and down. Your mouth felt so good. It always feels so good.
He simply canât control the needy whimpers and whines that are released from his throat. The sound doing so much as to turn him on even more. He has to be careful, he doesnât want to finish like this, not before you anyways. That is just selfish, what man doesnât let his gorgeous little pet finish before him?
He pulls you off of him, catching you by surprise. His eyes are dark now, as if a switch was flipped. He comes to his senses, his mission to grab back the reigns and take control. He inhibits you wiping the drool from your mouth as he pulls you into him and crashes his lips into yours.
You moan into his mouth and he is sure to swallow every one. He flips you onto your back, lightly pinning your arms in place. You are breathtaking. Just looking at the way your body glistens with sweat in the moonlight. Looks so tempting, so inviting. Like he wants to create a masterpiece with your empty canvas.
He kisses every part of your body, painting a picture with the little marks he leaves in his wake. His mouth hovers over your heat, breathing softly before planting a chaste kiss.
âOh kittenâŠyou are dripping.â He says with a devilish grin. âIs this all for me?â He asks tilting his head as he now looks up at you. He concludes that your mewling wonât satisfy him with the answer he wants to hear.
He squeezes your thighs roughly, causing you to look down at him. He just looks up at you with those gorgeous black eyes, his smile charming.
âI believe I asked you a question. Is my darling already too fucked out? I havenât even touched you in the place you so desperately need me yet. Did you have your fun, having the control hm?â
âYes, yes itâs all for you Min.â You whine attempting to squeeze your thighs together, but he is quicker than you. Spreading them wide his kisses litter just around your centre. His teasing merciless as you writhe beneath him.
âMin please, no more teasing. Need your mouth on me.â You beg, pushing your hips up to meet his face. He moves back, amused by your neediness.
âWell if thatâs what my little kitten wants, then itâs what my little kitten should get hm?â
Your body shudders as he goes down on you. Lapping up your juices like a man who has been starved for weeks. He feels your hands in his hair and it turns him on. He canât help but to rut against the bed to relieve some of the tension. The sounds, the sight, it is all truly so vulgar. Yet he loves nothing more than to please you.
After all, his name does sound prettiest when it is you moaning it in frantic desperation.
He makes you come undone three times and before he could get to four, you had pushed him away. Catching your breath as he knelt beside you and admires you. Admires the way the sweat trickles down the valley of your chest. The marks that colour your skin so deliciously. The way your eyes are closed tightly and your mouth open, no doubt getting a little dry.
He places an open mouthed kiss to your lips, his tongue providing the moisture that was being lost due to your heavy intake of air. He releases your lips and you make a noise of surprise as he opens your legs and situates himself between them, pushing into you slowly.
He has to still himself or else he will quite literally combust. You feel so good wrapped around him. You always feel so good. He opens his eyes to you already staring up at him Your eyes are overflowing with desire and he has to take a mental picture.
âYou intoxicate me. How is it I feel such burning passion whenever I am around you?â He starts to move within you, slowly, intimately, as he takes a deep breath. âI belong to you Y/n. I promise that I will never live a day without telling you that.â His strokes get deeper.
You are a babbling mess. He canât decipher anything you say, so he swallows your attempt with his mouth on yours. It isnât until he can taste salt that he realises he is crying. So much for keeping the control. He pulls away and places his arms beside your head, his pace still slow and deep.
âLook at me my darling,â He says with a shaky voice. He watches you flutter your eyes open. âPromise, mmh, promise me you will never leave my side.â
âI promise you.â You say, your own voice faltering no doubt being consumed by a ray of emotions. He drops his head into the crook of your neck, his tears now flowing down your neck. He feels your arms tighten around him. One hand on his back, one hand in his hair, stroking softly as you mutter âI love youâ over and over again.
He made love to you that night until the sun graced the sky. Never falling short of telling you just how much he adores you.
ââă»ââă»ă»âż ă»ă»ââă»ââ
we were born to die.
Itâs been a year now. A year of watching Paul and Vanessa, two months since he brought Dori home. Other than those three main factors in his life now, Minho is still miserable.
Much like the weather this morning as it downpours. Heâs learnt to hate the rain since the end of his relationship with you. There isnât much to like, not anymore.
He walks the same route he always does. His shoes are getting muddy, the path littered in grass clippings collated by the water. It proves to be extremely bothersome to see the grass stick to his shoes. Especially on a day like today, if grass is the thing that sets Minho off into a fit of rage; so help anyone who pisses him off on his way home.
Life is cruel. It will give you one thing you wish to cherish forever, to love until you canât love no more. Makes you feel found when you were lost for so long. Gives you happiness, makes you feel alive like you can accomplish anything the world throws in your direction.
Then it takes it away. Just like that. The thing you had wished to cherish, perishes. Strips you of your ability to love. When you were finally found, you become lost again. Takes your happiness, makes you feel as if youâre rotting inside like you canât will yourself to try and overcome the obstacles the world throws in your direction.
Living a life like that is revolting. A life in which you feel your only purpose of being born was to die. Minho laughs bitterly to himself. Born to die. Ironic because no matter what people tell you, that is always going to be the outcome of all life.
As he stands with the flowers in his hand, he isnât sure whether itâs his tears or the rain. Perhaps both as they start to trickle down the petals and collate in the pistil.
He kneels, unbothered about the grass and mud stains he is to get on the knee caps of his trousers.
Resting the flowers against the polished marble, his fingers journey over the name etched in the stone.
Your name.
His hand falls from the gravestone and situates themselves next to his head that has now pressed itself firmly into the ground. He sobs as he bows over you.
He loves you. He doesnât think he will ever stop loving you. He canât, he wonât.
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Favorite underrated FOP episodes? (Definition of underrated is up to you, can just be a random small episode you like)
I think "The Odd Squad" will forever be top of the "underrated faves" list for me. The pacing and style are both so good, it has a lot of cute worldbuilding in it, the character interactions are fantastic (including a wholesome moment with Timmy and his regular parents), and it has Juandissimo saying "Nice wheels, Timmy! :D" I am a massive sucker for Jorgen freaking out over Timmy driving in Fairy World and wrecking the place but Juandissimo was more or less on the sidelines giving him an enthusiastic thumbs up because he is too silly and oblivious to foresee a problem skldfj. The dialogue is lots of fun and Timmy is happy the entire time. It's a sweet one.
I'd say that "Shelf Life" and "Which Witch Is Which?" are episodes I would classify as "episodes I enjoy that are less commonly remembered." The former has a lot of wit and clever dialogue and a silly ending, and the latter gave me a lot of worldbuilding to play with by canonizing witches in Crocker's family tree.
I love "Crocker of Gold" and "Chicken Poofs" for a lot of the same reasons- a pinch of worldbuilding and a lot of goofy character interactions. I'm sure that description applies to a lot of episodes, but there's a special place in my heart for the flower quest, Bring Your Chicken Hawk to Work day, and for the "Everything is so green here" scene, which is one of my favorite jokes in the world.
I'll always hold a soft spot for "Mr. Right" as well for being one of the first episodes I ever saw when I was out at a pizza place one time. I also really enjoy the concept of "The Big Scoop" and how it portrays Timmy in a creepy way from the perspective of his friends as they worry about what's going on in his life. Also I feel like "Please Don't Feed the Turners" says a ton about Timmy's parents... the LOOK they give each other when they're on the same page is the best.
All the Learnatorium and Pixie episodes, I'm a big fan of. "Hassle in the Castle" speaks to my soul and I think "Big Wanda" is hilarious. "Yoo Doo" will always be a favorite, and I love the silliness of "Presto Change-O," "The Gland Plan," "The Masked Magician," "The Good Old Days," "For Emergencies Only," "Talkin' Trash," "Parent Hoods," and "Formula For Disaster." Also "Fly Boy" because Timmy yelling "This is all your fault!" at Poof while Poof slightly cringes away just cracks me up.
I love the wackiness of "Dad Overboard" and "Take and Fake." They're hard to top; they're so very good. Poof playing in the sand and he finds a freaking missile, Crocker takes his class on a field trip to watch Timmy's supposed death, Dad accidentally kidnapped an elf from the North Pole who becomes a good friend, there's a line of dialogue that goes "I'll get Stanley and his headless wife! :D" and these are all the same episode. "Take and Fake" is just... goofy and nice, it's very difficult to watch without laughing so it's just lovely.
I'll also throw in "Wishing Well" because it's one of my all-time faves. The vibe it gives is kind of chilling while also being delightful the whole time because you know it's about learning life skills and it's such a positive viewing experience, plus it's one of very few episodes where Timmy meets other godkids and has a positive relationship with them.
"Fairy Friends and Neighbors" is a huge fave. Idk if that counts as underrated (imo Seasons 4 and 5 are the best in the series; they're almost all winners)
"Cosmo Rules" and "Jerk of All Trades" both feel nice because they're highly specific to the FOP world (i.e. they're about Jorgen's duty of overseeing Da Rules) and they're really fun to watch together. Facing the Fairy Council are two Fairies: one of them is Cosmo the estranged von Strangle who should care for Da Rules because it's his blood right, and the other is Juandissimo who straight-up broke Da Rules by fleeing Fairy World and returning stolen memories to his godkid, and the Fairy Council really said "Screw the bloodline, the rulebreaker gets to be in charge now." Obsessed with how after Jorgen announces he's been replaced, we pan over to Juandissimo who just sits there quietly in a chair with wide eyes like he doesn't know how he got there or what he's doing.
Let's see... "School of Crock," "Crockin' the House," "Viral Videots," "Dust Busters," "Fairly Old Parent," "Anchors Away," "Cosmonopoly," "Dog Gone," "Lame Ducks"... those are also episodes I really enjoy. Season 9 has a lot of underrated faves for me. I don't care for Sparky, but Season 9 is so good... Some of the best lines in the series are in there.
For underrated Season 10 faves, I'll throw in "Clark Laser" (idk if that counts as underrated since it's gotta be one of if not THE best of Season 10), and "Chip Off the Old Crock" with the same disclaimer. Then "Whittle Me This" and "Summer Bummer." Those are good.
"Kale Patch Caper"... It's got bits and pieces that don't click with me, but I LOVE morally gray Chloe committing B&E on her neighbors. I love how if Chloe didn't have godparents then canonically her fate is to lose an eye and join a gang. Like. What on earth. They really just dropped that on us and refused to elaborate. What. Love that.
Special shout-out to "Beach Blanket Bozos" for giving me one of my favorite FOP moments of all time, which is Jorgen grouchily sitting on Da Rules to scold Timmy for locking his parents in "I wish they were both the best surfer ever" wish limbo.
We don't talk enough about what a hilarious character Jorgen is. Big boss fairy godparent who can crush your skull. He's not allowed to have a godkid because he'd physically and emotionally destroy them. He's married to the Tooth Fairy... We love a man who's obsessed with his muscles and threatens to destroy you on the regular but in reality he just files paperwork. Which will ruin your life. I love Jorgen.
#Fairly OddParents#FOP#FAIRIES!#Timmy Turner#Jorgen von Strangle#asks#Anon#The toughest tag#I'm simple... point me at whichever character does paperwork. They're mine now.#Dragonfly parents#Perfect pink beaver boy#screenshots#Beach Blanket Bozos#Purple hippie dragonfly#The Odd Squad#Kale Patch Caper#Rebellious golden child
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Love at first sight
A prequel to "Love forever and always"
A/n: This work is part of the "be my valentine challenge" by @bemyvalentinechallenge for the day 7 prompt.
Summary: Charlie is Taylorâs best friend. Her friend set her up to a date with Niall Horan, but sheâs a little too nervousâŠ
Warnings: not proof read, curse words
I sat in the little, cosy café in central London and waited for him to turn up.
Was this a bad idea?
Yes.
But, to my defence, it hadnÂŽt even been my idea. My friend Taylor had the GREAT idea to introduce me to my all-time celebrity crush Niall Horan (yes, I am one of the directioners, try and change it) during the GrammyÂŽs after party that Taylor previously had invited me to since she needed someone to come with her.
Well- what should I say? Her plan worked, luckily. We had the most awkward chat you can ever imagine (thatÂŽs at least my point of view, he said, it was the most interesting chat he ever had with someone during an after party, probably wasnÂŽt such a high compliment though) and at the end, I held a little piece of paper with HIS telephone number in my hand.
Taylor went crazy about it. Of course she did, she always does as soon as something rather interesting happens in my life.
Fast forward, he invited me.
Today.
To this café.
And I never had been more nervous before.
I had a date.
And just deseperately hoped, my favorite skirt in college style and the oversized shirt were at least a little bit appropriet for this type of date.
But before my mind could think of any other problem, he walked through the door. And god, he looked good. The blue-yellow baseball jacket combined with the jeans looked perfect. Because he was perfect.
"Hey, youÂŽre early!" he said when he approached me. "Good to see you again you look as beautiful as always." Niall added and had a soft smile on his face. I turned bright red and quickly said the same thing.
ThatÂŽs what I hated most about first dates. The awkward small talk at the beginning. Literally the worst thing about getting to know someone. But surprisingly, it wasnÂŽt even that awkward with him.
We talked about (his) music and (my hopefully soon own) books. But soon, both of us, as shy as we were, didnÂŽt knew what else to say to the attractive person in front of us. I read so many articles about how it is totally not strange to just sit and not talk as soon as itÂŽs with people you know for quite a long time, but honestly? I had to disagree with all of them. It just needed the right person, and it seemed like Niall was that person.
I think both of us felt completely comfortable not to say anything and to slowly drink the coffee both of us ordered.
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"TELL ME EVERYTHING" Taylor screamed in the phone.
WhatÂŽs the first thing you do when you come home from a date that your friend basically set you up to? Call that friend, correct.
So, thatÂŽs obviously what I did, and as you can see, she was even more excited than I was to tell her how it went.
"Okay, okay. Chill!" I firstly said and recieved a quiet laugh from her. "It was⊠really great."
"WHAT DID YOU TALK ABOUT?" taylor and me both were rather out-going and extroverted, we both talked A LOT. So it was hard to explain to her that we basically talked about- well, nothing.
"Well⊠he told me a lot about his new album that he just released⊠I talked about my ideas for a book⊠that was it." As soon as I finished that sentence, I could practically see Taylor through the phone, how sheŽs sitting there in complete disbelief.
"You were gone for over 4 hours and didnât talk?!" She was out of her mind and was gasping like she never did before. "You sure it went good?"
I smiled to myself. "What if I tell you I never had a better first date before?" More gasping from Taylor "You have no idea how great it is to just sit there and not have to talk."
And that was the truth. I felt so goddamn comfortable around this man, I couldnÂŽt even believe it myself.
I wanted nothing more but see him again. I have no idea where this is going to end, but weÂŽre off to a great start, arenÂŽt we?
#bemyvalentine2024#bemyvalentineno7#quote#reader x niall horan#orginal character#tw curse words#not proofread#maddys fanfic#maddys writing
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I would love to here you info dump about your ocs if you want to?
Grinning evily, I SHALL DO SO!
So ik its been a while since i've really drawn or talked about my boys but a refresher for everyone is i have an OC universe/story loosely titled Flesh and Bone with is a The Thing inspired story featuring my Oc's Clay, Damien and Jack! All three work on a shady arctic base run by an evil corp unbeknownst to them, and after a sequence of horrible incidence and creature attacks Clay is 'killed' only to come back as! Some sort of slopbeast thing monster! He's cool and chill though, not a threat to anyone; hes a wet bag of nerves desperately trying to maintain his shape as the man he was once before, because thats who he is!! It's a story about identity (both in all my main cast being trans men but also in the more metaphorical and subtextual reading of. Clays whole deal lmao) and exploring what that means, and its also about three gay fruits experiencing THE HORRORS!
I have not written it, it's far too big a task rn, but thats the basic idea <3 everyone can always feel free to check the flesh and bone tag or any oc tags (ie oc: damien, oc: clay, oc: jack ect) on my blog to see stuuuuuuff about it!
MORE BELOW THE CUT, LIKE WAY WAY MORE SO MUCH LMAO, and as always heads up for horror themed when it comes to my lil oc's and their world <3
Lately a lot of what i've been thinking about with my oc's has been the physical changes that happen throughout the time they spend trapped in that research base, because they are there for a LONG time they do look different than they do at the start! Obviously there's the general stuff like Damien's hair growing long and the roots showing, Clay's facial hair getting scruffy and his hair getting long and unruly too, jack cutting all his long hair off (too dangerous to wield a flamethrower frequently with all that hair in the way in his learned opinion); but then there's the more physical side of going through this really tough time too, more than just aesthetic changes like hair and clothing changes. The most obvious is yes, Clay IS just a writhing mass of meat that replicates the appearance he wants to be seen as; yes including his clothes his scarf has a heartbeat don't worry about it. But then there's stuff that's not Whatever the hell Clay's deal is; Jack loses a leg, they all gain a multitude of new scars, this is a long, tough situation to survive and none of them are untouched by this- but thats part of the point! You can go through traumatic stuff and you can make it through, it might change you, it might change stuff about you, sometimes in ways you cant undo, but you can still make it through!! And you can still be loved as you rightfully deserved, and you can live a long happy peaceful life!! Thats a big part of the heart of *waves hands* what i am doing in my head with my oc's.
When i can draw for longer periods again i'd like to make reference sheets with 3 views of each character on each, a before, during, and after.
Another thing i've been thinking of lately is the day comes back after 'dying'! And its both horrific and later funny so i like it a lot.
So. Thing style monster drags him away screaming from the base, he is torn to shreds, the last person to see him alive is Damien and he watches that thing tear him *apart*. Everyones pretty certain he's very dead.
Days pass.
Then Clay wakes up in a hollowed out ice cave, one thats been melted into this larger open space by the pile of dead flesh and meat that has been dumped inside it, the pile that he has also been dumped in. It reeks, its horrific, he has to climb and clamber his way to the top in a state of abject disgust and horror; he doesn't remember how he got here. He doesn't remember anything past that thing getting a hold of him. (Unbeknownst to him he IS that thing but he'll figure that out later, he kind of does know that to an extent but not on any conscious level nor is he willing to accept it to much later, boys in denial. When it killed him and ate his flesh for some reason it fucked the beast up and fully replaced whatever it was before with his memories and consciousness so this is him now, the body he had before is gone, this is Clay now)
The only way out of this cave is a very narrow passage leading up, he starts to try and crawl in. Too tight, he doesn't fit. He keeps trying and trying in sobbing desperation until....he.....does fit. Shoulders give way, he slides in, this gap too small to rightfully fit his head through he is somehow now fitting through. He's going to pretend he isn't, he's not a stupid man but he fully cannot cope with comprehending his body moving as if boneless right now, his brain cannot cope nor begin to even parse the possibility that he is morphing like slimy slipper meatgoop to fit through here. He escapes, collapses out there on the ice for a bit miles from the base. He cries for a bit. Repeats in his head over and over that that hole was big enough for him, it was normal, he crawled normally, it was normal and fine. And then he eventually starts walking through freezing winds and blizzards in the direction he hopes the base is.
NOT FUNNY YET I KNOW, BARE WITH ME. ITS THE NEXT BIT OK
Clay reaches the base eventually and climbs through a window, enters the currently empty dining hall. He's back! He is. So so mentally checked out and traumatised and FUCKED from his experience that all he can think to do is just....go back to normal, pretend it never happened. He sits down. Pours himself a coffee in his favourite mug.
Footsteps echo closer, people are coming.....
jack and Damien walk in and freeze. They stare at Clay.
Clay stares at them.
'H-hey!' He says, waving over, 'you uh! You guys are up early!'
DAMIEN GRABS JACKS ARM, GET THE FLAMETHROWER HE SAYS
CLAY GOES OOP!!!!!
(Art of this moment memorialised forever by my beloved boyfriend @subsequentibis btw!!)
AND CLAY THEN SCHWOOPS LIKE LIQUIDY MEAT UP INTO A CEILING VENT AND REASSURES HIMSELF THAT THE GRATE WAS DEFINITELY OFF THE VENT AND HE DIDNT JUST FIT THROUGH TINY TINY HOLES ITS FINE ITS NORMAL ITS FINE ITS FINE, AND HIDES IN THE VENTS FOR A BIT. LMAO, LOVE MY SILLY COMEDY BIT
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Can I please have a one piece male match up?
Personality: Iâm super chill until you mess with someone I care about or I feel overwhelmed. Iâm a nerd when it comes to history (Iâm a former history teacher), cultures and music. Although Iâm not shy or have that much trouble making friends, Iâm kind of a loner. To the point that Iâve moved to other countries by myself and often travel alone. Iâm pretty adventurous and Iâm an ENTP. I also try to stand up for whatâs right and try to be understanding of those different from me. Iâm pretty chill on the outside despite me having anxiety and Iâm generally friendly to everyone which can get me in trouble sometimes when itâs looked at as flirting. I can be really impatient and easily bored when it comes to romance. Iâm usually the friend that throws parties or plans trips or hang outs. Iâm pretty independent too. I can talk to anyone but I have to recharge and sometimes that can take hours or days of me being alone.
Appearance: Iâm a 28 year old black woman with locs where half are dyed purple. I sort of have a whimsigoth style but I also can look like a rockstar. Iâve been compared to a fairy as far as my features go since I have high cheekbones, look young for my age, feminine with sharpish features and expressive eyes. I have a really smirky smile as well. Iâm also genderfluid and can dress pretty androgynous at times. I also have tattoos and a nose ring.
Interests: I love listening to music, I play bass guitar, love traveling and experiencing other cultures. I also like being in nature, roller skating and crocheting. Depending on the vibe and who Iâm with I can be both a partier and a homebody.
Quirks: Iâm clumsy, sometimes stutters when my thoughts are too fast and my mouth canât keep up, I canât hear all that well either cos of the concerts Iâve been to and loud music I listen to
Thank you!
Hi! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took a while. I am currently up to episode 151 of One Piece so keep that in mind while reading. I hope you like your matchup!
In One Piece, I match you with...
Okay, before we get into the headcanons, I would like to say that I havenât met Law yet in my viewing of One Piece. However, Iâve seen clips of him, as well as read a lot of fanfics with him in them so I think Iâve got a decent handle on his character. If thereâs anything that seems out of character, please feel free to let me know.
Law greatly values your chill vibes. Between the Heart pirates and the Strawhats, he has a lot of chaotic people to deal with on a daily basis. Youâre a nice change of pace.
Since youâre both loners, you can find company in each otherâs presence. There doesnât have to be any conversation between you, just having someone else present is nice for you both.
Law enjoys listening to you play music. Heâs never been a big music listener but he likes the songs you play.
Since noise would likely travel easily in the Polar Tang, you can be practising anywhere and Law will be able to listen to you. He likes these moments since itâs a subtle reminder that youâre still there, even if youâre not with him.
You donât travel the world without learning a lot about history and different cultures so if you want to know anything about the different islands of the Grand Line, just ask Law.
Heâll happily set aside some time and go over whatever you want to know (just donât interrupt him while heâs studying or practising medical skills).
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#Gravity StairsÂ
first thoughts following receipt on Saturday - so I've played the vinyl & listened to the cd in the car on repeat. I also listened to the ripped cd while walking the woofer, always keeping the tracks in sequence. By late Sunday I put them on random & found I could recognise the tracks beyond the singles.
Sunday evening, I spent with the lyrics clips on YouTube, I could feel those hooks beginning to connect, especially at bedtime & I started to think of 1st thoughts & track comparisons.
MAGIC PIANO- This is a beauty - a mid-tempo song with a dreamy melancholy start that gains momentum as it flows to a very satisfying climax, similar to Pour le monde?
I love đ this song - what a great openerđ¶
TEENAGE SUMMER
The singles on this record are spot on, & if this song had been released in the 90's it would have been huge. I can't hear the Simon & Garfunkel comparison đ€·ââïž , but in terms of tension, release & momentum, it feels a bit like When you Come?
THE HOWL
This is magnificent, it would easily have been at home on Together Alone with Distant Sun. I particularly admire its lack of a chorus. My Favourite single by a country mile.
ALL THAT I CAN EVER OWN
This is a really sweet song that takes flight with a stunning middle 8, similar to Anthem or maybe Don't Stop Now? It also has some lovely lyrical phrases.
OH HI
This is a sugar lump of a song, this version is better than the demo Neil put out, but only in small doses and over all I think I prefer the acoustic live versions I have heard.
SOME GREATER PLAN
Neil said this is a Mr Pye song but with the lyrics changed, which makes me wonder what it was like before?đ€ It's a really good song, I like it a lot but maybe it feels a bit out of place on this record?
A brief word about sequencing on this record. I'm not married to it ATM. They did the same on Dreamers, putting the singles all on side 1, for some people that may not help flow, side 2 being a good but less commercial set of songs.
Before I chat about side 2 - some thoughts on the packaging. The artwork is brilliant & I have no problems with the Beatles homage, but why the jewel case cd? I thought Neil hated them & the more recent cd's haven't been in them. They crack & break, I'm not a fan.
Black Water White Circle - having said side 2 is good (it is) I am struggling with this song - there are things about it I like, touches of Sinner? But I'm also not sure đ€·ââïž anyway I can't pin down what's going on here, maybe this one needs more time to grow? Or maybe it's a song that's not for me.
Blurry Grass & I can't Keep up with you -
I've put these 2 together because they are both fast paced hooky bangers. Like Fames is or Tall Trees? But in a more Indie grungy less pop style. Definitely growers, really fun tunesđ¶
Thirsty - any song with greyhounds in the lyrics will get my attention and this sweet little love song is definitely a grower for me đ¶
Night song - so you are slightly pissed but nicely chilled out having had a brilliant evening - this is how this song starts, but it also feels a bit like 2 songs welded together? which isn't a bad thing - it works - imho it a great closing track.
Btw one of my twitter friends shared this link, this seems to be the demo for night song.
https://www.neilfinn.com/journ...1/12/24/xmas-message
Well these are my views so far, I like Dreamers but I think this is a better record - looking forward to listening more - discovering more nuances in the music, thinking this will be a long playerđ¶
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alright. This is gonna be a long ass post and might need different parts because is 3 am.
So. Things have changed since 2020. Things changed during 2020. But what I wanna talk about is people. Everywhere- not just one site or app. Everywhere, but also mainly Tiktok. The internet is so toxic now I would take the old warrior cats fandom back. Fandoms is a whole other topic... they used to be fun. Actually fun. Fansongs and covers and fanart and mainly just chilling. Now? Not really fansongs. The ones that DO exist are TLT or 0r30. Just channels known for songs, but not really any covers anymore? And AI does NOT COUNT. I'm talking people singing songs and explaining lore or about something sad in the story. Broadway karkat, for example. A lot of people on Tumblr probably know what that is. They were fun. They hit the notes. People call it "cringe," but they were having fun. We were having fun. Shitty lady gaga covers and all whatnot they made for shits and giggles. Yes, RCTA and tiktok ragebait is bad. Especially Meowbahh. But we need to burn that bitch at the STAKE. Anyway, everyone is so basic nowadays it's hard to say that I like anything. "I love pancakes they're yummy" "What about waffles? Wow. You hate waffles." I hate that. I hate waffles. I hate how everywhere is Twitter now. Why are we arguing. We all have skin, we all bleed, we all talk and think and do human things. Are we not alike enough to stop hatred? Why is everyone so basic now? Not even the middle schoolers are having phases. Those are important, dude. Honestly those end of being a core of who you are and who you will be. But everyone is a "wassup gng" or "haii :3". No one seems different anymore. No one is colorful or THEMSELVES. You get fatshamed, called "cringe," or bullied off the internet, or all three. What is cringe about someone showing what they love? I think it happened mostly in 2020 when basic (popular) kids joined fandoms and bullied weird kids for liking their stuff, and also because ppl decided 2020 was so bad it was time to be normal??? Idk.
Another thing is styles and subcultures. The main one is Emo. Wearing black js not emo. Being sad is not emo. Grunge, goth, punk, scene is not emo. Heavy on the grunge and punk. That is NOT emo. No side part bangs or band tees or belts. They are different things. Scenecore and scene is a different story, but even those are different. Clean goth is not a thing. Goth is makeup with black clothes and also political views I'm pretty sure. Stop making fun of babybats. You were one. Y2k is 2000s clothes. Skinny jeans, rhinestone, layered shirts. If you want a reference, look at class of 09. It's close enough. Mainly most of this comes from tiktok. Just look on there. It's hell.
My last topic is music. It's all gone to shit these days. What did we do wrong? I think they got less hyped up, and more repetitive, but idrk. 2000s-2010s music absolutely bangs, so what the fuck happened? What is going on? Why are we all turned against each other? Why are we so focused on being sad? Anyway, that's all for now.
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Can I say somet. Can I say something.
Ok so we need to circle back to your Wrio fic. THAT one.
I'm one of the lucky bastards out there who can conjure (it sounds so cool) pictures while reading plain words, so it's really nice to revisit memories of past stories, cause it feels like I watched a movie.
The part of the fic where we find Wrio is actually a spot I like in Meropide, and I'm sad we don't have a teapot Meropide-style cause I'd super put a rug and some tea-set there as a permanent place to chill away from everything.
Why am I saying all this? Cause the vibes of the fic are so spot on and it makes me feel so fuzzy inside that it feels criminal to visit that place and Wrio is not there (but it's ok cause I have him so he CAN go but it's not HIM u know). You KNOW that man got some mad issues and he avoids topics that makes him uncomfortable, unless he's the one sharing/starting the convo. Meropide IS a big facility and he probably knows the whole place like the back of his hand. He deff got some corner to decompress.
I want to grab ur fic and chew and shallow and perhaps instead of going to my stomach, it goes to my heart, where it should be.
OMG HELLO!!! Iâm so glad you agree that place in meropide is so nice because that tunnel is also my favorite place too itâs soooo pretty and I just saw it and was thinking of that one line wrio has where he says he likes picnics under the sun. I just thought ykw when he canât go under the sun up in the overworld this place would be so cute and nice for a change of scenery and to have a picnic. A picnic under the water??? Where you can actually have an ocean view under the water??? Sounds so cute and romantic. And yes omg I definitely think itâs his little spot to decompress I like to imagine itâs kind of off limits so that he can have it to himself when he really needs it.
But thank you so much for reading that fic and stopping by to send an ask about it!! I appreciate it endlessly. I think itâs nice to write him in a setting outside of his office or the cafeteria IDK I feel like I always describe his office and desk and the cafeteria or on the rare occasion, the pankration rank over and over and over again and I just need him to see some OTHER places. Plus I think itâs nice to write a little romantic scene where youâre watching little fish and crab swim around under water itâs like an aquarium date but better. HAHAHA
Anyway have a lovely day bby!!! Sending you much love
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Untamed (chapter 3 of 5)
Takami Keigo x (fem!)Reader
[ SUMMARY ] Every year, without fail, Hawks went into a rut: when autumn began, and then again in early spring. He would honker down up north in a secluded cabin. For the first time, he brought you with him.
[ WARNINGS ] R18+ for graphic sexual content and language. Non-canon compliant: Hawksâ quirk does not work like this. Reader is a hero that works at Hawks agency. Pre-existing relationship. Reader is a female with female genitalia. Feral behavior. Rutting. Biting. Spanking. Slight BDSM. Consensual sex. Wing kink. Oral sex. Romantic relationship.
Chapter 1 âą Chapter 2 âą Chapter 3 âą Chapter 4 âą Chapter 5
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"Baby," a voice cooed at you while hands gently shook your shoulders, stirring you from sleep.
"Come on. Get up. The sun's gonna be rising soon," he continued, speaking to you softly.
You groaned like a wounded animal and tried to resist the pull to consciousness, hoping you could slip back away and he would cease this assault.
Of course, that didn't happen, and the murmuring and shaking didn't come to an end. You found yourself turning around and groggily taking in the sight of Hawks. He already looked wide awake, gold eyes beaming, skin glowing, handsome face as immaculate as ever.
It made you want to punch him.
"Get up," he said, more so telling than asking, albeit politely.
He had warned you last night that he intended to wake you early; but, that didn't stop you from groaning tiredly, rolling over, as if in protest, before complying with his request, removing the blanket slowly, afraid to expose yourself to the cold.
He had stoked the fireplace before waking you; that much was clear, seeing as it wasn't blistering cold when you wiggled out of bed. It was chilly, of course, but not enough to leave you trembling helplessly.
You realized that Hawks had already dressed himself, boots thumping quietly on the floor as he stepped around the bed. He had slipped on a grey T-shirt, and didn't seem to be feeling cold at all, judging by the lax way he rolled his shoulders, wings jutting out from his back gracefully.
He gave you a sideways glance, an almost untrusting look written across his face.
"I'm getting up!" you hissed at him.
Hawks wasn't expecting that sudden outburst and flinched a little, eyes widening slightly and feathers shuddering behind him. It was a comical sight, if you were being honest. It wasn't like him to be so high strung.
Before you could assume you had upset him, Hawks blew raspberries and turned away, heading for the stairs.
When he walked away, you most certainly did not admire the way his cargo pants hugged his ass, nor the way his shirt was pulled tight across the plains of his muscular back, nor how his crimson feathers looked so beautiful draped behind him.
Hawks didn't laugh when you met him downstairs; but, he sure looked like he wanted to. Here he was wearing some loose, comfortable clothes like it hadn't snowed all night, while you were dressed up in thick pants and a heavy coat with multiple layers underneath, ready to weather the elements.
As soon as you stepped downstairs, you were hit with the familiar smell of coffee lofting about the cabin. You recognized the aroma as his favorite, the one he stockpiled at the agency, that was almost always coming from his office.
He had taken the time to pour you some, as well, evident by the mug he was trying to hand to you with a suspiciously innocent look on his face.
"Seriously?" you laughed when you eyed the receptacle he was offering.
It was his merch, clearly. The mug was black with sparkly gold trim, the pattern matching the chest on his jumpsuit . It was covered in comic book style quotation marks containing, what you were guessing, was supposed to be his quotes.
Hawks watched you admire the cup, looking a little too smug for his own good, and returned to sipping from the very plain mug in his other hand.
"Do you really say these things?" you laughed, not expecting an answer because there was no way such nonsense flew from his mouth in the middle of a fight.
"Aheh. 'I am speed'," you read aloud with a scoff. "More like, 'I do speed'," you teased with a grin, catching the way he almost choked on his coffee, shoulders trembling with laughter.
"Who the hell approved these?" you added on.
"The hero commission, I think," Hawks replied, shrugging his shoulders a little.
The coffee, of course, tasted great. He bought the expensive, high-class stuff, after all. Hawks was the only person you knew who could sleep in the dirt with his visor skewed across his face, without a complaint to be had, but refused to drink anything but imported, specially grown coffee beans.
He was ushering you out the door the second you were finished with your coffee, pushing you out into the snowy forestscape, hands grabby and wings fluttering anxiously.
Before you could shudder and complain about the cold, Hawks scooped you up into his arms, kicked the door shut with the heel of his boot, and took to the sky.
You couldn't believe he was out here without a jacket on. Your fully covered arms clung to him for dear life, shivering and trembling in the cold. He wasn't flying particularly fast; but, the winds felt punishing, ice cold biting at your cheeks and seeping in through your clothes.
You were too cold to really appreciate the beauty of the forest covered in freshly poured snow. The glistening, white peaks sparkled like something out of a fairytale in the dimly lit morning light.
"Come on, babe," Hawks cooed, turning his head to blow hot air right on your ear.
Well, no wonder he wasn't cold. It seemed to make sense to you, then, why he went into his rut during these times of the year. He was generating enough heat to be a transportable furnace.
"If you keep clinging to me like that, you're gonna miss the view," Hawks uttered, so close that his lips moved against your skin as he spoke.
You peeled back from him, away from the warmth you were desperately trying to steal. He hadn't stopped flying yet, but slowed down a bit.
"O-oh..." you whispered, taking in the snowy wilderness.
A few miles past the cabin's backyard was a cliff that dipped down into rolling mountains. He had flown overhead, granting a wonderful view of the many acres of untouched wilderness, towering trees and lush forest landscape over rolling hills and mountains.
But, Hawks hadn't dragged you out here at the crack of dawn just to see the snowy landscape. He wanted you out here right at sunrise for a very specific reason.
He had made it just in time for the sun to peak out from the horizon line, like a giant glimpsing through the trees on the mountain top.
The sun was shining a mystical light across the mountains. The overcast clouds were dark purple gliding across crystal clear, blue skies. Rays of red sunlight glided through the trees while gold laid out across the piles of snow like a glistening blanket.
"See?" Hawks murmured, his flight coming to a halt.
He hovered, fairly high up, wings flapping gently, arms still wound tight around you, holding you close. There was a gentle breeze brushing through his hair, causing the feathery strands to tickle at your cheeks.
While you were looking at the landscape in awe, he was staring at you. The sunlight lit up your face and reflected heavily on your eyes, making them glow like crystal orbs. You had finally stopped shivering, too in awe at the sight to notice the chilling bite of the wind.
He didn't say it aloud; but, the most beautiful thing in the sunrise was you.
He liked to tell himself that the rut was making him mushy, emotional. Surely, powerful pro-hero Hawks couldn't be this soft? But, he knew his rut was only amplifying what he already felt so strongly.
His rut made him less inhibited, surfaced darker, feral desires that lay in waiting under layers of discipline he had spent most of his life building.
Even without his rut, you had a power over him he couldn't deny, the power to break him, to peel back the masks he wore, to melt away his self-control, until he was reduced to a desperate animal.
Oh, but the beauty of it all was that you loved that side of him. You had proved to him that you loved every side of him, even the parts that he tried so desperately hard to ensure would never see the light of day.
Even if he could blame his desires on his mutation, that didn't change that he was an assassin, for heroes, yes, but a murderer none the less.
You-
-you knew that, and yet, still, those soft hands held him as if he was untainted. You purred beneath his touch as if those weren't the same hands he had used to kill.
"Keigo?" you hummed.
Just like that, there you were again, freeing him from the torment of his own mind, a lifeline to free him from drowning in the ocean.
"Thank you for this," you uttered, turning your head to look at him.
God, he was beautiful. His gold irises were amplified by the sunlight, like shiny coins in a wishing well, taking in the sight of you shamelessly.
The bird-like curve of his eyelids already gave him a mystical appearance, now further illuminated by the rays of light shining down from above. The wind was blowing, tossing his already frazzled hair in a senseless dance.
The bright red plumes that made up the shape of his wings looked like something out of a dream. In the sunlight, the feathers glowed magnificent crimson, glowing in sharp contrast to the pale white, wintery landscape.
Your hands, that had been gripping his shoulders during the flight, wove up the back of his neck, fingertips touching the trimmed hairs there. You felt his hands tighten where they were holding you, his arms weaving tighter, as if he could get you closer.
"Do you like it here?" Hawks uttered softly.
His tone concerned you a little, as if he was sincerely worried that you were a prisoner here.
You smiled, replying, "it's the first time we've gotten to truly be alone. I'm enjoying myself more than you think."
His gaze softened at your words. A couple of your fingers played with the soft, short hairs at the top of his neck. He felt unbearably warm there, skin slightly damp with sweat. It was startling, considering how cold it was outside.
You felt the soft brush of his lips and let your eyes flutter shut. He was slow, careful, like he was tasting something new and delicious for the first time.
When he pulled back and tilted his head, you felt the faintest drag of his chin across your cheek, felt the fine hairs of his beard tickle your skin.
He hadn't shaved in a couple weeks, leaving you to see him in a mess than most didn't get the honor of. The normally neatly trimmed hairs he shaved down to a fine patch on his chin were now covering most of his jawline, the same beautiful, pale blonde as the hair on his head.
Tantalized, you leaned in, nuzzling your cheek against his jaw, before tilting your head back and feeling the drag of his soft beard against your skin. It felt good, maybe a little too good, and you failed to suppress a quiet gasp.
When you had pulled back far enough to catch his gaze, you immediately realized his eyes had changed. The calm was gone; now, something akin to a storm was brewing underneath.
It was a look you were very familiar with.
He let out a low exhale, as if he had been holding his breath. Your name fell from his lips, low and sultry, a warning, or a curse, and it made you shudder.
Hawks tilted back suddenly and started a sharp decent downward. Having flown together many times, you weren't afraid. The arms around his shoulders tightened and you let out a soft gasp, but more so out of surprise than fear.
His wings fanned out and took him sharply soaring through the trees at a speed much faster than he had brought you here. His grip on you was almost painfully tight, as if his fingers were trying to dig past the fabric of your clothes to get to your skin.
Excitement made you forget about the biting cold, the forest around you distorted almost violently. Suddenly, the cabin door was creaking and then being slammed shut. You hadn't even seen the cabin come into view. Everything felt like a daze.
He flew up to the loft and dropped you unceremoniously at the edge of the bed. The tumble had resulted in you facing away from him; but, you could feel his eyes burning through you.
"Take off your clothes," Hawks commanded, his voice oddly polite despite the nature of his request.
Just as soon as you started working your jacket off, he was kneeling to pull at the laces on your boots. He was strangely gentle when he pulled your shoes off, less so when he tossed them aside. As you worked your shirt off, he pulled your pants and underwear down in one fell swoop, leaving you mostly bare and cold.
You rotated around and leaned up on your elbows, catching his cold stare, indicating that you were not done yet. You peeled your socks off, feeling a rush of excitement at the look he was giving you.
Hawks usually wore a kind, harmless face, not that it was unnatural, for he truly was a good person. However, most could easily forget or be blind to how powerful he was.
Now, in his gold eyes, that was what you saw, the reality that he could take whatever he wanted, when he wanted. You didn't have to be reminded, for every sparring and training session did just that: you couldn't best him if your life depended on it.
Still, Hawks wasn't that kind of person. He was the kind of loved, often times so passionately that you feared you couldn't keep up.
Even now, when his hands took hold of your waist, his body language dominating, wings spread wide behind him, you felt loved.
An amused sound, like a hum, rumbled out of his chest as he carefully maneuvered you around.
You were compliant, letting him roll you around and push your chest down into the bed. The hand on your back was gentle, but commanding, fingers splayed wide in the space between your shoulder blades.
Instead of nudging your thighs with his hands, a boot-clad toe poked between your ankles, commanding you to spread your legs, which you did with a low moan. You leaned up on your toes, presenting to him like an animal.
The sight threatened to send him into a spiral, and you felt his clothed body fall over you, pushing you down into the bed.
His wings flapped once, sending a sharp gust of wind spiraling around the room. There was a painfully obvious contrast between the soft texture of his shirt and the rough texture of his pants.
He made it very clear, with a roll of his hips, that he was ready to take you. The feeling of his clothed erection against your sex, combined with the knowledge that he could just slip right in without preamble, had you mewling.
"You like this," Hawks observed, the words like thunder as they rolled off his tongue.
He retreated, suddenly reeling back and standing behind you, warmth leaving along with him.
"You like when I just take?" he asked, accentuating 'take' with a smack to the back of your thigh. It wasn't hard enough to hurt, but it did manage to startle a yelp out of you.
"Yeah," he uttered lowly, agreeing with his own observations. "You like being Hawks' little plaything," he continued, almost purring the words.
Your delirious brain didn't really know what to expect next. When you heard a thump, you had no idea what to make of it, until you felt breath on your skin and realized that was the sound of Hawks' falling onto his knees behind you.
He didn't waste any time diving in, lapping a heavy tongue across your slit, from top to bottom. His hands gripped your thighs, keeping you still while his tongue breached your entrance.
If his enthusiasm and lack of grace wasn't enough, the rumbling sound he made was enough to make it obvious he liked it.
You couldn't fathom that your taste could possibly be that good; however, you didn't dare comment, especially not when he was doing things with his tongue that shouldn't be humanly possible.
A rough smack to your behind startled you from a delirious daze of pleasure. You yelped quietly, but otherwise remained compliant. When he smacked you again, this time growling faintly into your sex, it was clear he wanted something that you weren't delivering; but, you didn't know what.
"K-Keigo, what-" you whined, breaking off into a howl when he smacked you again.
Normally, such a touch would have you instinctively shriveling away; however, his grip on you was tight, and it kept you still.
Hawks smacked you again, you helplessly cried out, again, and the sound faded into moans that you couldn't possibly contain with what he was doing. You started to wonder, when another smack was delivered, if he was just doing that for his own amusement.
Eventually, he stopped and leaned back, rising to his feet. His hand slid over yours, large palm practically swallowing yours, and guided it back to your sex. You rotated a little, angling your body to follow his movement.
"Feel that," he gently commanded. "How wet and warm you are for me."
You heard the floorboard creak as he leaned back, clearly to get a good view. You did as he requested, immediately driving two fingers into yourself. Sure enough, you were slippery, walls compliant and squishy, and unbelievably warm inside.
Being ready for him with little provocation wasn't exactly a new thing. You were both very busy heroes and keeping your relationship on the downlow. That meant quickies more often than proper time together.
Yet, Hawks sounded immensely pleased; with himself or with you, you couldn't quite tell.
He returned to the floor, hand brushing your knuckles to push your fingers in as deep as they could go.
"Keigo, what are you-" you began, cutting off when his tongue returned to your heat, right alongside your fingers.
"Finger yourself," he told you, sounding oddly blissful despite the fact that you hadn't touched him at all. His cock was still trapped inside his pants, throbbing against the rough material.
You complied with his request, lacking in any grace or proper friction considering the awkward angle. However, Hawks groaned in approval at the view before leaning back in.
His tongue dipped in right alongside your digits. Immediately, he forced the pace and you were desperate to try and keep up, fingers squelching in and out of your core alongside the slobbery mess of his tongue.
Your fingers couldn't compare, lacking in the length, thickness and dexterity of his digits. But, it seemed that Hawks was less focused on getting you off and more focused on playing with you; or, maybe, you had severely underestimated what the taste of your essence was doing to him.
At some point, he pulled back, grabbed your wrist to remove your fingers from your core, and sucked them into his own mouth. You weren't expecting the teeth, and let out a low hiss when his fangs threatened to pierce the skin, holding you firmly in place while his tongue sucked your fingers clean.
He didn't release your hand when he was done. You heard the floorboards creak as he stood up, felt him tug your hand down, until your knuckles brushed his clothed cock.
"You want that?" Hawks breathed.
His free hand gently spread over the space between your shoulder blades, pushing you down before you could dare think to lean up. Your cheek was resting against the sheets, hair spewed about in a mess. His hand wandered, pushing hair out of the way until your neck and shoulders were properly exposed.
From where you laid on the bed, you couldn't make out the sight of him; but, you could see one of his wings, stretched out, looming predatorily.
"Yes," you replied hoarsely.
His hand glided over the prominent bump where your first vertebrae jutted from the top of your spine, and lowered, setting between your shoulder blades once more, where he held you still.
"Then, take it," Hawks uttered, his other hand releasing your wrist.
You let out a low hiss, wanting to curse him for making such a ridiculous request. You couldn't see his face; but, you sure as hell could feel the smirk he was wearing as he stared at you, watching your handle fumble with his belt.
You doubted it was mercy; but, Hawks leaned in closer, the tops of his thighs sliding over the backs of yours, making it a little easier to undo his belt buckle.
The button on his pants followed, but not with ease, before you tugged his zipper down. You couldn't tug his pants down like this, leaving you to fumble around with his boxers, trying to fish his cock out.
"Keigo, you fucking ass-" you growled, not bothering to hide your frustration.
Hawks laughed softly, sounding a little more out of it than he did amused. "'m sorry," he cooed. "-like seein' you struggle."
The slur in his voice should have given it away, his patience had depleted; however, it still surprised you when he suddenly swatted your hand away. He hooked his thumb on the hem of his boxers and pulled them down just enough for his cock to bob free.
You felt the smooth tip nudge at your entrance, the faintest warning, before he pushed forward and entered your moist heat.
"Ohhhh fuck," Hawks howled.
He gave you no time to become accustomed to the sudden intrusion, immediately pistoning his hips back and forth, driving his cock in and out of you.
One hand pinned your torso, while his thighs pinned your legs, and his other hand gripped your hip for leverage. You shifted your feet, trying to lift up on your toes to better the angle, and bumped against his boots.
He was still fully clothed; and, really, that shouldn't have mattered so much. After all, how many times had he freed his cock from his jumpsuit to take you quick and hard before tucking it back in and immediately looking as if nothing nefarious had occurred. Yet, still, the realization had you feeling dizzy.
Before you could nudge a hand between your thighs, something beat you to it. You recognized that bizarre texture. It was soft, sure, but a tad bit pricklier than a normal feather, with an unnatural, firm touch. The little heathen knew exactly how you liked to be touched there, too.
The wet, lewd noises of your union, skin slapping together, was drowned out by the litany of moans pouring from his mouth. If he wasn't crying out in ecstasy, he was huffing and puffing like he had just ran a marathon.
If you were being honest, he was being just a little too rough, a little too fast, offering you no reprieve. You didn't doubt that he would stop if you asked him to; but, you sure as hell didn't want him to. The intensity of it all had you on a plain of existence you rarely got to experience, where pleasure became blinding and mind-numbing.
His hand slid off your back and onto the bed, grabbing a fistful of the sheets as he set a brutal pace, the kind that threatened to unravel your sanity.
"Fuck! You feel so fucking good," he growled, sounding so out of breath and lost. "Gonna fill you up. Yeah, I am. Want my seed dripping out of you all fucking week."
High off the pleasure, and maybe a little influenced by his own state, you moaned approvingly at the suggestion.
"Baby," he whined, suddenly sounding like he was in pain. The feather fluttering against your pearl intensified, practically vibrating against you with how fast it was moving.
"Need you come, need you to come," Hawks pleaded, the words hissing out from his lips between desperate pants.
You didn't think you could come in that moment. Everything felt so good, from his cock rearranging your insides to his feather flicking at your clit. The pleasure was tingling down your thighs and crawling up your spine. You could barely breathe, let along process a coherent thought beyond Keigo.
The hand that had been holding your hip let go and joined the other in gripping the bed. He arched over you, forehead meeting your back.
"Come for me, come for me," Hawks sobbed.
You realized then, as he trembled behind you, that he had reached his own completion, and he didn't slow down until his orgasm waned. You could feel his seed, like molten lava as it filled your insides.
Hawks was still panting when he growled, "again."
He flipped you over, winding your legs over his waist and somehow managing to keep his cock seated inside of you during the transition. Your arms flopped uselessly above your head. You felt weak, laying there like a doll while he turned you over. Still, it felt good: his cock, his hands, his warmth.
One of his arms looped beneath your lower back and tugged you properly onto the bed. He climbed onto the sheets and followed, dragging you beneath him.
He was prepared to continue thrusting into you wildly and blindly chase another orgasm when your eyes met and he froze up. You could practically see him blink away delirious arousal, the sight of your debauched face bringing him back to his senses.
"B-baby, do you need me to stop?" Hawks offered, the words falling from his lips so weakly.
You huffed out a weak breath and reached for him. He leaned down, letting you wind your arms across his shoulders. Your fingers dipped across his clothed back until you reached his wings.
Hawks literally shouted when your fingers dipped into the exposed seams on the shirt and touched the baby feathers growing fresh from his back. The sound rattled your bones and made you jerk from the startle.
He didn't have to be told twice, obviously, for Hawks continued his thrusting immediately. The slippery, wet sounds of his claim over your body was downright disgusting, and you loved it. Your legs clung desperately to his hips, heels digging into the backs of his thighs.
One of his feathers was still pressed against your clit, now trapped between your bodies. It had stopped moving; but, every time he thrust back into you, it created delicious friction.
Your assault on his wings rendered Hawks incapable of speech. The pleasured sounds he made was almost unnatural. If you didn't know any better, you would have thought he was in pain between the broken, blabbering moans and choked, sharp gasping.
His arms were still wound beneath you, holding onto you for leverage and clinging to you so closely, so tightly, it was almost crushing. His wings were arched up high, flapping occasionally as if to increase the momentum behind his thrusts.
His face fell into your throat, forcing your head back into the sheets. He was burning hot, practically oozing sweat. In the corner of your eye, you could see the red tint staining his ears. You could practically feel his frustration gnawing its way through his body and into yours.
Without warning, you felt what couldn't be mistaken for anything other than Hawks' teeth piercing the skin of your neck. Sure, he had bit you before, even left faint hickies on occasion; however, this was something else entirely, and forced a scream from your throat.
You had no doubt he had pierced the skin, judging by how it burned. He was growling into the skin, holding onto you with his teeth as if you were attempting to flee. You didn't dare release his wings, fingers woven through the fine plumes, caressing the sensitive skin of his shoulder blades, where crimson feathers grew.
The bite hurt, without a doubt, but there was no denying the electrical shocks of pleasure it sent through your body. If it wasn't that, then it was the growls vibrating from his mouth onto your skin.
Suddenly, your orgasm hit, and left you screaming and gasping with a sort of ferocity you didn't think you were capable of. Something that sounded almost like his name fell from your lips at some point. Your back arched and your legs trembled where they rested around his hips.
You failed to realize he was following closely behind you. Your grip on his feathers had gone limp and you didn't notice the way his wings arched up, the tips of the longest quills nearly touching the ceiling. He kept going and going, until he was spent and your cries of ecstasy came to a halt.
Hawks let go of your throat and leaned up, removing his arms from beneath you to set his palms on the sheets. He should have felt embarrassed or ashamed or something. But, looking down at the bleeding bite wound on your shoulder, watching the way your chest heaved with heavy breaths, seeing the tint of red along your cheeks and neck, he felt blissfully proud.
Hawks scooped you into an embrace and carefully rolled onto his side, bringing you in with him and cradling you against his chest. One of his wings fell over you, the plumes stretched wide to hide you from the outside world. All you could see was him, his handsome face, the crimson feathers of his wings.
You were acutely aware that he was still inside you, still somewhat hard; but, his temperature was lowering and his breathing was steadily returning to normal. Your fingers untangled from his plumes and came around to rest limply on his chest.
He lapped his tongue softly against the bite wound until it stopped bleeding before peppering it with kisses. It stung a little and you squirmed in his grasp.
"I'm not sorry about the bite," Hawks confessed lowly, leaning back to look at your face.
"Me either," you replied, offering him a weak smile.
He looked blissfully unaware until you leaned in and sucked some of the skin of his neck into your mouth. Hawks groaned approvingly, laying still until you were satisfied and let go, leaving behind a faint, purple bruise.
You stared at his handsome face, watching the vibrant, red blush slowly leave his features as he calmed down. Blonde locks were clinging to his sweat soaked forehead and everything between the two of you reeked of sex. Yet, you couldn't bring yourself to complain when he looked so damn happy.
Hawks leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss against yours lips. Before he could retreat, you tilted your head and leaned in, not letting him escape. He hummed into the kiss, letting you lead until you were content and departed with a wet smack.
"Just a little bit longer," he promised, fingers gently digging into your back.
"Tell me what you're thinking," you requested, nuzzling your nose against his.
Something uncertain flickered in his gold eyes and his lids narrowed slightly.
"It's not sensical," he uttered lowly, and you felt one of his hands slide around to your front. His thumb lovingly brushed along the dip of your tummy, beneath your belly button. His gold eyes shifted down, staring at the expansion of your naval with dedication.
You both had implants. It wasn't going to happen. He knew that. Of course he did. But, he couldn't help but feel dedicated to commit to the effort, as if it would.
Your hand followed his, spreading over his fingers to press him down gently over your lower abdomen, as if this would be successful, as if there was a chance he would take. The encouragement to put him ease.
Hawks wanted to believe it was the rut talking. Some of it was, his body deliriously driven to mate, to the point that he overheated and arousal pained his core. But, his motivation wasn't purely biological. It was because it was you, whom he trusted with every fiber of his being.
But, he couldn't bring himself to tell you that. You loved being a hero, and he wasn't going to take that from you.
It felt special, being hidden with him like this, beneath his wing, whispering such depravities to one and other, that the rest of the world would never know. You felt safe, in a way that felt impossible. Here, as irrational as it sounded, you felt like Hawks could protect you from the world.
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Itâs A Match Chapter One
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Summary: Filming is over and Henry returns home to and empty house. And he doesn't like it, things are getting to him and he doesn't want to be alone anymore. Then his brother suggests online dating, it sounds mad but henry decides to give it a shot. If worst comes to worst he just deletes the profile. He has nothing to loose right?
Warnings: Angst, Swearing, Cheese, Self Indulgent Fic, Rpf, Plus sized reader.
A/N: so I wrote this before the whole 'girlfriend' shock and everything that has followed. I was of two minds whether to ever post it but honestly, this is my blog and I've clearly stated that i am going to continue writing Rpf. I want to do a little ficlet/mini fic and well here we go. It wont be smutty just  somewhat angsty then fluffy. Enjoy~
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Henry slumped back on the seat in his conservatory and sighed, from here he could see his brothers and their wives outside, each snuggled up on the out door wicker sectional he had got to have the family over. It was the first family get together for over a year. He was happy, god it was amazing to see them but... He couldn't help being a tad envious.
They all had a family, wife and kids to go through this shitstorm in. He had no one, well he ha Kal. But that was it he sighed and looked away sipping from his cup slowly takeing a moment for himself. He needed to just chill, but it was getting hard... This year had really knocked him back he was at an all time low he hadn't felt like this for a long time. He knew he was depressed, he felt stupid there was no reason to be but there we go.
Henry had been getting himself all twisted for a while now, filming the Witcher helped but now that was over and he was home alone. Left with his thoughts in a big empty house.
"Sooo little brother want to tell me what's going on or am I gonna have to get mum in here?" Henry jumped at the voice and spun around to face his brother who was keeping a safe distance at the door. Wiping his hands down clearly just having washed them again.
"I ah its nothing, you know me I'm a worry wart" he said waving off his older brother he didn't want to bring down the mood of the small gathering, it was why he had come in here to take a breather.
"You called us all here for a visit hen, out of the blue when lockdown is still being eased out. Its clear you don't want to be alone, yet your sitting in here alone." His older brother said leaning on the door frame folding his arms trying to figure out what was really going on. He could see his little brother was hurting he wanted to help.
"I've got Kal" Henry said with a chuckle and looked about for the bear only to frown and sigh seeing the room was empty apart fro  him and his brother.
"Kal's outside with the kids hen, what's up? You can tell me you know" henry sided as his sibling  moved sitting in the small seat across from him. He knew that his family would listen but he felt so... spoilt like he was asking too much and was being selfish. It wasn't like him.
He grunted leaning back choosing not to look at his brother instead focusing on the cup in his hand. He spun it slightly then heaved a sigh. He wasn't getting away with not speaking about it, he was going to air out his worries one way or another. With his brother or his mother, and he loved his mother but this was? He wanted to keep this issues close to his chest. So far only Kal knew about his problems.
"I... I've had enough... just had enough of fucking covid and being alone... i felt isolated before all this shit kicked off and now?" He vented releasing all the fears he had. It was tough, he was a family man without his own little family, he hadn't managed to find anyone to share his life with and it got to him. He tried being sincere and polite, he took care of himself and tried staying true to himself but... something was missing it had to be! On paper he was a safe bet a good man! Yet his relationships never worked. There were different opinions or his other half couldn't handle the life style or they tried changing him or they couldn't put up with the way he loved so furiously- so openly wanting to always hold and kiss them. It just never quite worked.
"Its- fuck everything has just caught up with me...worries I've had for a few years now I could ignore them you know? I had other stuff going on, was always out and about meetings and press tours I was busy! But now?" He tried putting his feeling into words but he was conscious, he didn't want to whine or bitch about his life. He loved his work and the life he had made for himself he just? Wanted someone to share it with.
"Now after covid you've got all the time in the world to think?" Henry nodded agreeing with his brother. Covid had made him face these fears head on. He has been alone for the best part of a year with the uncertainty of his work and filming quarantines and isolations.
"Yeah, it hurts I'm... I'm in deep and I? I don't know how I'm getting out of this slump" henry finally said outloud, his brother dipped his head listening to him as he ranted. Started letting out all the frustration and anxiety out but stopped short with another growl closeing his hand around the cup tightly hissing in frustration then looked away.
"And what's caused it? I know you hate being alone but?" Henry sighed shaking his head as his brother tried coaxing more out of him. He drew in a shaky breath wanting to cry, he was just so lost and upset over being upset and alone.
"Two lock downs... Two alone- I? If this carries on for the next few years I don't... I don't want to be alone anymore! I want to settle down, I want an actual personal life! A relationship a family and? How? How am I gonna find all that? They want fame or money or something! Women never seem to want me for me, they say the do then judge me for my hobbies- I'm a geek I like tech and games and fantasy! And women don't like that" he spewed the words like they were venom, half ashamed of being so dramatic but the fear was real. Henry was scared, he wanted love. He wanted a family of his own, and it seemed impossible, now more then ever.
"I want to meet someone who will take me as I am, for me and I just I'm giving up. I'm giving up on it I can feel it, almost forty and look, alone unmarried no kids-I have no one to share my life with, it hurts am I not good enough for that?" Â He hung his head as he spoke the final words put loud. He felt so vain and full of himself when he said them out loud, his skin crawled.
But it was how he felt, being the muscular decent looking man he was didn't go with his personality. He was a geek and the woman who were drawn to him didn't want that. And the woman that shared his hobbies normally weren't confident enough to even speak to him. Society's views on acceptable couples had put Henry in no mans land.
"What about online dating?" His brother spoke up but Henry just grunted rolling his eyes frustrated.
"What? No I cant do that I'd be fucking swamped" he hissed in irritation frustrated at the mere suggestion of him trying to date online.
"Whoa hold your horses let me finish I mean come on Hen there's bound to be hundreds of shy sweet women on there, I mean girls that are into your hobbies and stuff aren't usually the ones out and about partying and stuff, so its more likely they will be online" his brother quickly explained before Henry could pop off on one and shut him down.
Henry opened his mouth and stopped himself. That was a good point. Many of the women he would click with weren't going to be in bars or fancy parties. They were normally shy and at home most of the time reading or playing games.
"I... You really think i could meet someone? Meet the one online?" He asked in a small voice warming to the idea. His sibling smiled and nodded enthusiastically.
"Yes little brother, your a down to earth guy, just make a profile and have a look, if you don't like what you see you can delete the profile" henry nodded slowly thinking it over. There'd be no harm if he failed well he'd be no worse off, a little disheartened but that's about it.
"Look write down a few things you want in your dream girl, have a pseudo name like fucking I don't know Hank! Or something and say your a runner on set or something" his brother spoke up quickly as Henry sat back and actually thought about it seriously. He was right, henry could tweak things and be careful about what he shared and if he did meet the one then she'd understand... He could explain the predicament he was in. That he just wanted someone who liked him for him. And he would only reveal himself to her if she was the one and he was sure she would understand. As long as he was himself and honest about everything else in his life then there was no harm... and if he used proper photos of himself just... half cropped out then? It wasn't catfishing? Because he was being himself just using the nickname his mother used to call him.
"O-okay so be myself but... Just tweak a few things? So they don't know its me?" He reiterated to his brother still trying to figure out the morality of this whole idea.
"Yes! No full on pictures, no photos of Kal either new photos henry not old, maybe of your eyes up or something? Girls love blue eyed boy- not your right that brown will give you away... you could even fuck em up with a behind the scenes character photo? I mean come on how many men use a superman photo for their profile these days?" He encouraged wanting more then anything to cheer up his little brother.
"I yeah... That could work ,thank you- I'm sorry I got so worked up it... Its just getting to me now" henry apologised but his brother shook his head and chuckled standing up to go back outside to the others that were all happily chatting in the garden.
"I know Hen, look just give it a go, you might be surprized... come on lets get back out there, after all you are the host~ you cant just run off and hide" henry grinned standing and following his brother. It was decided, he'd give online dating a go!
A week later Henry sat at the computer everything was ready, he'd taken some precise photos and had spent the last half hour writing a profile up. He had felt a little guilty about this... Was he lying? Technically it was him, he was going by Hank which was a nickname his parents gave him as a child, luckily this site didn't require a surname because honestly? He had no clue! To fend off some guilt he had thrown in a behind the scenes photo of himself as superman it wasn't much but it helped take the edge off. The other photos were cropped and there were a good few just so that the women knew he wasn't technically a catfish; he even did one with him covering half of his face with a piece of paper with Hank scrawled across it. At the time he felt silly but it helped with his anxiety over the whole thing.
He paused for a second eyeing the screen rereading the profile over and over trying to make sure it was alright and honest. And it was, he had explained a little about himself, his hobbies and interests and his job... Only brushing over he worked for the film and tv industry recently working for Netflix he hadn't exactly explained what he did but there was enough information.
With a deep breath he clicked the button his mouse hovered over going live with the profile. Now all he had to do was wait and hope he caught a good womans eye. Within moments a few profiles popped up, matches. He scanned them flicking through some of the profiles and felt his heart crack. They were all full of badly filtered photos and used slang that to be honest he didn't even understand. What was so hard about using plain English?
He growled growing frustrated clicking through what were clearly a bunch of wannabe sugar babies. Each profile had a main photo a little bit of info then a few more pictures added to them. He scanned each one quickly going through the motions judging each one. 'Too far away... Your clearly not even eighteen?... Oh you like dc? Really hate to break it to you but thor is not a dc character' Henry grunted as he bypassed what felt like hundreds of women each with their own 'duck face' selfie most advertising their Instagram pages some even ballsy enough to add their only fans pages.
'Wait a second who was that?' He paused and scrolled back up and eyed the image on screen. It was a face on photo a cute woman smiling uncomfortably. Unlike everyone else's there was no distorting blur or heavy editing, the only make up was in the form of eyeliner in a set of black slightly uneven cat eyes. A slightly skewed black flicks making a point of no editing on the photo.
She was a full figured woman with proper kissable round cheeks and a sweet nervous grin. Her eyes were what got him, they were kind and genuine he could see she was uneasy about the photo but she was beautiful. She lived about half hour away which wasn't to bad.
Henry clicked the profile and scrolled down she didn't smoke, drunk occasionally and had no children. She did however have a college education in animal care and ran a small business. Centred on dogs by the looks of it. He moved further down reading the profile.
Y/n, 30, business owner, e/c, 5'4, curvy
I'm shy so will take a while to warm up to you. A honest woman, sometimes to honest I don't seem to have a filter đ€ I'm laid back and tend to be sarcastic and I love animals I'm a kc certified dog breeder as well as run a small successful business that caters to dogs. So if you are allergic or don't like dogs then leave now but thank you for clickingđ
I spend most of my free time gaming or reading. I enjoy the fantasy genre and love dc and marvel (though I love dc just a tad moređ€«)
I have one fur baby in the form of my lovely girl Amii who is a three year old malamute. Yes malamute not a husky or Akita so again if you don't like dogs or big dogs I'm not the girl for you.
I'm looking for someone to have fun and maybe build a life with. Covid has been tough being single and decided that it was about time I tried this whole online dating thing. If you want to chat pop me a message đ„°
I do not have a personal Instagram, snapchat or only fans! Stop asking for pictures!đ đ
Henry's face split into a huge grin. She seemed to good to be true. She was wholesome, successful in her own right and looked fun. She didn't seem to be full of kale and bullshit. Just genuine and? Henry couldn't put his finger on it but there was something drawing him to this woman.
True to her word there was no Instagram link, no only fans or snap chat or anything. He scrolled further seeing photos of her and the biggest fluffiest dog he had ever seen in his life. She was sitting down next to who he assumed was Amii her dog and he melted. Y/n looked happy and content, living her best life.
There was nothing that sent alarm bells ringing, no racey photos or 'Netflix and chill' innuendos. The profile was clean and genuine. Â He was right the woman was a little chunky but extraordinarily beautiful. The curves suited her and made her look more... cheerful and he could tell she was strong aswell, you had to be to have a huge dog like that about you.
There were photos of her walking a large pack of dogs in the wood; that he recognised! They were the very same he took Kal to only ten minuets down the road, he even recognised the small logo of her company on the jacket she wore. He had seen dog walkers wearing the same jacket so he knew of her brand. I he remembered correctly the company offered dog walking, grooming and kennel facilities as well as offering Breeding services helping stud dogs and stuff. They also helped advertise registered breeders and took in rescues for rehoming. It was a brilliant little company that he had even used for Kal once or twice to get his teeth cleaned and nails clipped, because Kal was a bugger for his pedicures!
He moved further down seeing more photos of the woman a small section with the games and tv she liked. Witcher was in both the tv and games category aswell as peaky blinders, Vikings and a few other shows.
Henry paused as he saw the chat button. Should he? He but his lip twisting on the spot in he chair rocking from side to side. What harm is there? He could just send a message she looked like a fun loving woman, he shared the same interests and stuff... so why not?
His fingers hovered over the keys ready to type out the words. But he choked. His mind ran blank what does he say? Hi? I saw your profile? Does he ask for a date? What does he do?
He let his hands fall and growled. Then scanned over the side of the message bar seeing a few pre-typed responses.
'It's a match!' 'You look fun, lets chat' 'I like your profile picture'
He winced they all seemed... wrong? Somehow they were polite and all but it- they wasn't personal or anything just... not quite right. He looked down as Kal came padding over and slumped next to him resting his chin on his foot with a loud sigh. With that Henry had an idea typing away a little message and hitting send before he could really think.
You sighed typing away the latest wage slips and added up all the various overtime, you really needed some more staff on now that lockdown was coming to an end. Thankfully animal care was essential so you hadn't been hit too hard a few staff were on furlough as they were extreme high risk and shielding but you were going out of your way to make the premises covid safe. Luckily it wasn't too hard as much of the business was just a few staff and lots of dogs.
You frowned when a chat icon popped up in to corner of your screen. 'Hank?' You though trying to remember if you knew a Hank? Maybe a client or some old friend... but you honestly couldn't recall. You l saved your document and clicked the small icon bringing up a chat and frowned a you read the little message.
'I call my dog bear but he has nothing on Amii, Shes the fluffiest dog I've ever seen in my life she looks perfect for bear hugsđ
'
'what the hell?' You cursed scrunching your nose up at the screen rereading the words. That's a bit random... you clicked his icon a small photo of half of his face then froze as a dating profile opened up. 'Oh... shit' you said seeing that your own profile you'd set up a few days ago out of curiosity had garnered the attention of the handsome blue eyed stranger. You swallowed biting you lip thoughts of finishing updating your records now gone as you scanned Hanks profile and a small smile crossed your face.
Hank, 37, works in the film industry. Blue eyes, 6ft, muscular.
Decided to finally try this online dating, unsure what to say other then I'm looking for a life partner. I like to think I'm funny and laid back. I'm fit and active but that doesn't mean you have to be, but maybe my lady could come for walks with me and my four legged son? I promise he's my best freind and a good boy.
My job is tough and I'm away for long periods of time, but when I'm home I like to play games and am into warcraft. I paint miniatures when I can. Fantasy and superheroes are a big part of my hobbies so if you don't like all things geek then I'm probably not for you.
But if they are? Then feel free to message me, I will reply when I can.
You read and re-read the profile And your hands hovered over your chicklet keyboard. Biting your lip, do you respond? He seemed sweet and real... if that made sense. You took a deep breath. What was the worst that could happen? Asking for a plane ticket? You decided to take a chance and typed back a reply hitting send whilst you had your nerve and then flushed.
"And they say fluffy dogs only lure in women~" You giggled to yourself  moving a hand over the huge fluffy girl beside you giving her pets whislt thinking of a reply.
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No one like you
 Author: bvidzsoo
 Warnings: light swearing, overload of fluff for the light hearted
 Pairing: Kim Mingyu x female reader
 Word count: 15, 074Â
 Summary: On a very important day you get a call from your sister asking you to babysit her daughter. She knows how important the project is for you and wouldnât have bothered to ask you if it really wasnât urgent. And you know that, so you reassure her that youâll babysit Jieun. However, you get a little surprise when Kim Mingyu, your brother-in-lawâs best friend, shows up unannounced, did I mention heâs also your ex?Â
 A/N: Holy moly what a ride this one shot was writing! I had no idea I had the capacity to write something as fluffy as this bUT! THIS IS KIM MINGYU! and I love Kim Mingyu too much, so this is me channeling my inner love haha. Hope you enjoy it and I would love to read your feedback!
    The studio has been buzzing with people the whole week. The new exposition was going well and I was proud that my works gained so much attention in so little time. I have been painting ever since middle school, a small and innocent passion became the job that allows me to put bread on my table every day. I never imagined that one day I would become a well-known painter, it just seemed surreal. But it happened, in my sophomore year, I painted a little piece for a contest and I won, gaining a lot of attention. Ever since then things changed, but they really only changed after I finished high school. I didnât go to college, like many of my peers, I downed myself into the world of art and went around Europe, researching and learning as much as I could about the painters. Somewhere along the way, in Switzerland to be exact; I was actually taking a break; is where I met my manager. Hansol Vernon Chwe. He had a fine eye for art, very sophisticated taste and unique views. Through him, I met Xu Minghao, my second-in-hand. Minghao was mesmerizing, his mere presence could capture your whole attention. Everything about him was delicate, his taste was even finer than mine and he was ruthless. He knew what he wanted, always, and wasnât afraid to demand it. Only wanting the best, always striving to be the best. Iâm a perfectionist, I rarely let loose and Iâm obsessed with order. Minghao and I clicked instantly, it was love at first sight, in a very platonic way. Ever since Vernon introduced me to him, weâve been working together. Minghao is a painter as well, his style rigid and very colorful, meanwhile mine is warm and homey. We run the studio together, heâs a few years older. It was his idea to work together, to build the studio together, to give it life together. It was his project of a life time, his very own dream, and when he shared it with me, asked me to join him, I knew I couldnât refuse him. It was great exposure to the both of us and it wasnât a big surprise of how well it worked.
I was busy talking to a client when my phone started ringing, cutting my words off. Vernon threw me a displeased look, they were clients from France and they wanted a contract with me, some of my paintings would be exposed in their art gallery if I went through with the deal today, but when my phone rang for the second time, I knew I had to excuse myself. I wouldnât have to, if it wasnât my sister calling. She had a different ringtone, on purpose, and she knew I was busy today, so, she wouldnât have called unless it was something very important.
âIâm so sorry for bothering you!â Were her first words as I picked up, eliciting a chuckle from me.
âYeah, Iâm talking to some very important people, right now, Joohyun. Whatâs wrong?â
âWonwoo and I got stuck.â Her sigh was loud and I listened closely, eyebrows furrowing.
âWhere?â
âOn the highway, we are still three hours away, traffic is insane, againâŠâ
âOkay, what can I do?â I asked, already knowing it involved Jieun, my 4-year-old niece.
âJieunâs nanny has to leave in an hour, something came up for herâŠcan you go over? Look after her until Wonwoo and I get back?â I bit my lower lip, thinking hard. Can I leave the studio in an hour? The event goes on the whole day and I am supposed to stay. But if Jieun needs me, our parents live on the other side of the country they wonât be able to come in such a short time, I had no choice but to make it work.
âYeah, sure, donât worry. Iâll go babysit her.â I reassured Joohyun and she sighed out relieved.
âThank you, Y/N, you are a life saver!â Came Wonwooâs deep voice through the speakers, no doubt my sister was using the carâs Bluetooth to speak on the phone.
âSure thing, Won, see you later. Drive safely, brother-in-law!â After my sister and her husband bid me their goodbyeâs I hung up the phone and went to find Minghao and Vernon. Vernon just finished talking to the French clients and as I neared him, he shook his head.
âWhat could have been more important than this deal?â
âMy sister.â I deadpanned and Vernon sighed as he nodded his head.
âWell, I made the deal. So, if you want to back out, we canât anymore. The paintings we talked about will be shipped off to Lyon next week.â
âThatâs alright with me. For how long is the contract?â I let my eyes run over the people inside the studio, eyes falling on Minghao. He was standing next to one of his paintingâs, a glass of red wine in his hand as he spoke to three blonde females. They were giving him suggestive smiles but Minghao paid little to no attention to them as gazed at his painting proudly.
âContract is for two years, Y/N.â Vernon answered me and I nodded with my lips pursed, waving Minghao over once we made eye contact. He excused himself and jogged over, a bright smile on his lips.
âEverything good?â He asked with his honey voice and Vernon nodded.
âSo, uhmâŠâ I cleared my throat and looked at them apologetically, âI have to leave in an hour.â
âOh?â Minghao asked surprised, looking at Vernon to see if he knew about this already, but he didnât.
âJoohyun called and asked me to babysit Jieun, her babysitter has to leave in an hour.â I explained to the guys and Vernonâs eyebrows furrowed.
âIs there no one else that could go?â
âNo, Iâm sorry, I really want to stay, but I justâcanât.â I sighed and Vernon nodded in understanding.
Minghaoâs eyes lit up in sudden realization as he pointed his glass of wine at me, âMingyu.â
âUhâŠwhat about Mingyu?â I asked confused, looking at Minghao with furrowed eyebrows.
âCall him and tell him to babysit Jieun instead of you.â He proposed his idea and I took a second to think.
âIâm sure Joohyun and Wonwoo thought of Mingyu first.â Minghao went to cut me off but I raised one finger at him, âJoohyun knows itâs important what we are doing today, she really wouldnât have called if Mingyu was available, okay?â
âSure.â Minghao muttered with a sigh and Vernon patted my shoulder reassuringly.
âDonât worry, weâll take care of everything. Minghao will entertain the guests, no doubt.â A teasing grin came onto Vernonâs lips as he took the glass of wine from Minghao.
âWhy canât you do it, huh?â Minghao snapped back, glaring at Vernon when he took a sip from his glass.
âAnd this is why I didnât want to leaveâŠâ I muttered with a shake of my head, making Vernon chuckle as Minghao shot me a glare.
âWe are very competent of running things on our own, Y/N, thank you very much.â I gave Minghao a look before he returned it, challenging me. Sometimes our personalities would clash together, one more stubborn than the other.
âChill, guys,â Vernon raised a hand in the air to get our attention, our mediator in tense moments, âY/N, you should greet Mr. Yoonâs grandmother before you leave, sheâs been looking for you.â
âOf course!â My face lit up at the mention of Grandma Yoon, the old lady having been a very loyal customer of mine. I met her through the contest back in high school and ever since weâve kept in touch. She used to think Yoon Jeonghan, her charming nephew, and I would become a thing. She was really convinced she could make us date, but Jeonghan and I were too different. And to be fairly honest, Iâm not someone very interested in relationships. Iâm fine on my own, I donât mind not having a partner. It was long since someone held me in their arms and kissed my forehead softly, but my art required a lot of attention and time that I wasnât willing to sacrifice for someone else. Iâve been on a few dates since high school, but they never worked out. I blamed them on my atrociously high expectations but those werenât the reasons for my failed love life. It was a person that I never truly got over, he ruined me in the best way possible, and now I just canât find anyone that could live up to his level. No one. And it was frustrating until I realized I didnât actual need someone to feel completed and happy. Excusing myself from Minghao and Vernon, I went around the studio with a smile on my face, searching for Grandma Yoon and Jeonghan.
    The car ride to my sisterâs house took a lot longer than usual, traffic at noon was horrible in the city. I was at least fifteen minutes late by the time I pulled in their driveway, quickly getting out of the car, big bag full of supplies almost falling from my hand. I locked my car and rushed to the front door, ringing the bell. It took three seconds and the door was thrown open, a relieved look on the nannyâs face.
âIâm sorry, traffic was really bad today.â I shot an apologetic smile to the nanny and she opened the door wider, to let me step inside.
âI understand, thank you so much for coming!â She bowed her head as she pulled on her coat, stepping outside the door, âItâs really urgent.â
âHurry, thenâŠâ I motioned for her to leave with my head and she bowed a bit before rushing away, leaving me shaking my head. I closed the door and threw my heels off, music coming from the living room. I smiled to myself when a girly voice echoed to the hallway, singing along to the lyrics. I left my green, thin, coat hanging on the hanger and gripping my heavy bag with both hands, I headed towards the living room. My sisterâs house was big and beautiful. Her and Wonwoo have a simple yet sophisticated taste. Their house looked a thousand times better than my apartment. As clean as I am, my apartment could be a mess from time to time. Especially my art room, where I paint, that one was always a mess. But for me that mess was order, I always knew where everything was and found whatever I was looking for within seconds. As I walked down the hallway to the living room, I gazed at the pictures in white frames that were hung up on the white walls. The pictures were of Wonwoo, Joohyun and Jieun, mostly. There were a few family portraits from both parties, Wonwoo and Joohyun, and there were even some of me and Mingyu. Actually, the one who took almost every picture was Mingyu. He has had a passion for photography since high school and continued to do it as a side job, even currently. He was borderline an artsy, borderline a jock kind of guy throughout high school, maybe thatâs why he attracted all kinds of girls. Myself included.
âWhat a nice voice you have, Jieun!â I exclaimed as I let my bag fall to the floor once I made it into the living roomâs doorway.
Jieunâs head turned away and a big gummy smile, nose scrunched up, spread on her soft face, âAuntie Y/N! You came!â
âOf course, I came, auntie wouldnât miss any chance of spending time with her favorite girl in this whole world!â Jieun started giggling loudly as I spoke in a funny way, jumping my way towards her.
âIâm really your favorite girl?â She asked with another giggle as I reached her and scooped her up in my arms. Her weight wasnât something I couldnât handle; she was only four after all.
âWellâŠit might be Joohyun, butââ
âAuntie, bad auntie!â Jieun whined with a pout and I grinned at her, kissing her cheek.
âBad auntie, I know.â I muttered and she pressed a soft kiss to my cheek, so I placed her down, âWhat were you doing with your nanny?â
âWe studied a little bit of numbers, then I wanted to watch cartoons and she promised to make some French fries for me butâsheâs gone now.â Jieunâs lips formed a pout and she oddly resembled a little bunny, cheeks puffing up. I laughed and crouched down in front of her.
âSo, hereâs my planâŠâ I motioned for her to lean as if I was sharing a secret with her, âAuntie brought some of her painting stuff overâŠso, after we paint a bit, I will make French fries for you. Cool?â
âCool!â Jieun exclaimed loudly, clapping her hands together. I winked at her and went to grab my bag from the doorway, dragging it to the coffee table. I glanced at her as I opened the bag, her big eyes shone with excitement; she loved drawing and painting; and her nose scrunched up in the most adorable way as she smiled. She was an oddly mix of both Joohyun and Wonwoo. Sometimes, the two would start bickering about who she looked more likeâŠin those time, of course Mingyu and I would have to interfere, and of course Mingyu would be on Wonwooâs side meanwhile I was on Joohyunâs, just to balance out everything. But when Jieun smiled, she was the exact replica of Wonwoo, nose scrunching in the same way and eyes disappearing almost. When she was serious or pouting, she looked like Joohyun with her big eyes and delicate lips. Her beautiful dark hair reached her shoulders and sheâd always brush her bangs out of her eyes, especially when she was frustrated with something. And oh my God, she was one of the most stubborn kids Iâve ever met. She knew how to manipulate people, even at the age of four, and most of the time got what she wanted. She inherited Joohyun and Wonwooâs calm natures, never being a hyper child, nor too loud. She could be a little angel but she had her moments when she was hard to deal with.
âSoâŠâ I looked at Jieun as she kept smiling at me, âDo you have anything in mind that youâd like to paint?â
She sat on her knees close to the coffee table as she stared down at the smaller white canvas I placed on the table for her. All kinds of brushes and colors lay on the table, Jieunâs eyes running over them eagerly.
âNothing special, maybe some treesâŠa blue skyâŠgreen grassâŠsomething nice.â She mused, more to herself, and I chuckled quietly as I shook my head. One day, my little Jieun, would turn into a big painter herself, making her auntie proud.
âSounds excellent,â I raised my thumb up at her and she giggled, âShould we start?â
âYes!â She exclaimed and quickly claimed her brush, asking me to pour some blue paint onto her palette. I did as I was asked and watched as her tongue darted out and eyebrows furrowed as she mentally imagined where sheâd place the sky.
âAuntie, will you not paint?â She gave me a quick glance before swiping her brush against the canvas.
âNot today, Iâm taking a break.â I answered her as I leaned against the sofa, watching her paint, âAuntie has worked really hard the past three months, I need some rest.â
âDonât you paint though because it makes you relax?â Her eyebrows rose as she tried to lighten the blue color she placed on her canvas.
âThatâs true, but Iâm wearing white pantsâŠâ I trailed off with a lame excuse, making Jieun throw me an amused glance. I giggled when she shook her head, it made me feel like I was the kid and she was the adult. Jieun, sometimes, would act really mature for her age, saying meaningful things without realizing the weight of her words. Mingyu always blamed it on Wonwoo and Joohyun, who would never fail to remind their daughter certain things that would form her into a decent human being later on in life.
âIâm so excited!â Jieun giggled as she pointed at the yellow paint, and I took and pushed some of it onto her palette.
âDo you like painting so much?â I chuckled and Jieun nodded, âThat makes auntie really happy!â
âYes but no!â She exclaimed and I raised my eyebrows at her as she attempted to paint a big sun onto the blue sky she just painted, âUncle is coming over too!â
My eyebrows furrowed as I looked surprised at the little girl sitting next to me, Mingyu is coming over?
âDid you speak to mommy and daddy, Jieun?â
âYes, they said uncle Mingyu couldnât make it in time so they will ask you to come instead.â She hummed and grinned at me before turning back to her canvas.
âAh, so Mingyu isnât really coming overâŠâ I let out a sigh, pleased to hear he wouldnât show up today. I havenât seen him in over a month, and meanwhile it was a long time, it was actually refreshing. I didnât have much time to spend time with my family as I was busy with the studio and the project Minghao and I have been working on. Mingyu was considered family, even though he wasnât related to anyone. Itâs just the way it is, Wonwoo and him grew up together, it was only natural Wonwoo considered him his brother. So that made him, indirectly, Joohyunâs brother-in-law and myâŠwell, brother-in-law? I wasnât really sure, it didnât matter, I didnât consider Mingyu really family either way. It was just weird, to look at him and think âoh yeah, heâs like my broâ, because we have dated in high school before, for two years. Two years of bliss and pure happiness, two years I wish I could time travel back to.
âBut uncle is still coming over thoughâŠâ Jieun muttered to herself and my eyebrows furrowed, but I ignored her comment. She just misunderstood what her mom and dad told her. Mingyu couldnât make it today, so they called me instead. Just like I suspected, I knew Joohyun wouldnât have bothered me if she had other options.
Painting the canvas went well and in-an-hour Jieun was finished, happy and proud of her work. She asked me to critically asses her painting and so I did, entertaining my little niece furthermore, her giggles filling the living room. She was so loud that I didnât even hear the front door opening, a mistake on my part as I forgot to lock it, and the deep voice made me jump upon I heard it.
âAnd what do we have hereâŠâ My eyes were wide as my heart beat quickly, a loud squeal leaving Jieunâs lips before he was up on her feet, dashing towards the giant standing in the doorway. Mingyu was grinning down widely at Jieun as he scooped her up in his strong, and well-built, arms, his sharp canines showing off when his smile widened more. His black hair was disheveled, probably because he continuously runs his hand through it, and the sides stuck to his face, still wet. He was wearing black shorts that reached his knees and a sleeveless blue loose tank top, a silver chain dangling from his neck. I quickly caught myself ogling him and huffed as I rose to my feet, arms crossing in front of my chest. Truly, who knew not seeing him for a month would make him look more attractive? Mingyu, no doubt, had an incredible glow up since high school. If he wouldâve looked like this during high school too, Iâm sure all the girls wouldâve lined up in front of his classroom to bring him all sorts of things. But even as handsome as he was now, I found him plain. Maybe because Iâve known him for a long time now, and donât get me wrong, plain not in a bad wayâŠhe was just, plain, transparent.
âLook how excited you are to see uncle!â Mingyu teased Jieun as he poked her stomach, eliciting a loud shriek. I couldnât help it but smile, having a big weakness for Mingyu and Jieun together. And alone, justâŠwhen it came to Mingyu, after all those years, he was still my one and only weakness. It amazed me how I never got over him one hundred percent, I just couldnât. But I didnât want to either, not when his flaws seemed perfect too.
âBecause I love uncle!â Jieun grinned at Mingyu, nose scrunching up making Mingyu giggle.
âOf course, you love me! Iâm the best uncle ever!â Jieun cheered with Mingyu as he started dancing around with her still in his arms, Jieun poking Mingyuâs cheek.
âFinally, uncle and auntie are together!â Jieun cried out as Mingyu started tickling her sides, making her laughter echo loudly in the house. It seemed like realization dawned on him upon he heard Jieunâs words, he seemed to realize that there was another person there with them, standing a few feet away, smiling at them. Mingyu stopped moving and Jieun giggled quietly, trying to catch her breath from being tickled, throwing her arms around Mingyuâs neck to give him a tight hug. Mingyuâs gaze locked with mine and I kept my smile on as he returned it.
âLook who finally showed up!â He teased and put Jieun down, acting as if his muscles were sore from holding her and he earned a light slap from Jieun.
âWell, hello,â I said with a chuckle as Mingyu walked further inside the living room, headed my direction, âLong time no see, old friend.â
âA month, to be exact.â Mingyu said, suddenly serious, as he stopped in front of me, âAre you ignoring us now?â
âAs if you donât knowâŠâ I rolled my eyes and undid my arms that were in front of my chest, to turn and walk away, but Mingyu was fast and he was already pulling me in a hug. His body was bigger than mine and whenever he hugged me, I felt like I was melting into him, disappearing from the world. This time wasnât different, in fact, it felt like his body swallowed mine all up as he gripped me tightly. One month was really that long of a time, huh. I returned the hug, suddenly realizing his tank top was damp and he didnât smell exactly the most pleasant, at least his usual cologne was less strong, âI was busy with the studio andâare you sweating?â
âRight now?â Mingyu started laughing and his chest rocked against mine, my eyes widened, realization hitting me. He just finished work!
âEw, Kim Mingyu, get off!â I shrieked and tried to wrestle myself out of his bear hug, but he squeezed harder and started laughing louder and louder, âYouâre sweaty, no, stop!â
âToo late, dummy!â He said while laughing and twirled me around, very amused that I couldnât get away from him.
âDonât make me kneel you where the sun doesnât shine!â I threatened with a deadly voice and in two second, he let go of me, âYouâre disgusting!â
âThatâs not something nice to say to someone, auntieâŠâ We heard Jieun in the background say very lightheartedly.
âThatâs right, JieunieâŠâ Mingyu said with a pout, leaning his face closer to mine. I quickly pushed it back and it made Mingyu snort before he glanced at the canvas on the coffee table.
âOh! Did you paint this Jieun?â He asked, eyes wide and mouth open.
âDo you like it?â Jieun asked happily, bouncing on her toes.
âLove it! Itâs so beautiful!â
âThank you!â Jieun giggled and I patted her head as she came to stand by my side, grinning at Mingyu, âNext time I could paint you!â
âOh, uncle would love that!â Mingyu winked at Jieun playfully as he looked back at me, âMissed you, Y/N.â
My heartbeat quickened and I snorted, very unladylike, as I rolled my eyes, âYeah, sureâŠCanât say I missed you very much, I guessâYeah, kinda? A bit, yeah, I missed you too, idiot.â
âWow,â Mingyu breathed out, an amused smile on his lips, âThat sounded like you got a brain malfunction, glad to see I still make you flustered, Bae.â
âDonât call me Bae.â I snapped at him, eyes narrowing as Mingyu went to the doorway, picking up his discarded backpack.
âIsnât that your family name, Bae?â A sneaky smirk crossed his lips, he knew what he was doing. Of course, that is my family name but he is using it knowing it has double meaning.
âGo take a shower Kim, you stink.â I pinched the bridge of my nose with two fingers, making Jieun laugh loudly as she pointed at Mingyu.
âAuntie is making fun of you!â
âDidnât Wonwoo hyung teach you to not point fingers or make fun of someone, Jieun?â Mingyuâs voice turned stern, but his expression remained light. Jieun, however, knew Mingyu was being serious and scolding her.
âSorry,â She muttered with a pout and hid her face in my pants as she turned her body into me.
âGo shower, before I cut off the warm water, you dickââ I sucked in a deep breath at the almost slip, it was already bad that I let dick slip, as Mingyu started hollering with laughter.
âGood luck explaining that to Wonwoo and Joohyun later, bae.â He called as he walked down the hallway and towards the bathroom, laughter following him. I cursed in my head as I looked down at Jieun, a big smile on her lips.
âDick?â She asked with a giggle and my eyes widened in mortification.
âJieun, no! Never ever say that to anyone, okay?!â I snapped, eyes narrowing at her as I leaned down to be eye level with her, âAuntie will cry if you do, I swear, Jieun.â
âAuntie will be sad if I sayâŠdick?â She giggled again and I glared at her, trying to make her understand she couldnât say that. How do you make a kid stop from saying a bad word? Help?!
âAuntie will bawl, Jieun, not cry, bawl!â I emphasized the word, knowing how much Jieun hated seeing people cry.
âOkay, I wonât say it at all,â She raised her pinky finger and hooked it with mine, âPinky promise.â
âPinky promise.â I echoed after her, biting my lower lip nervously. This will come back and bite me in the ass later, I know it, and thatâs when Iâll really be bawling. Especially if Joohyun will be shouting my head off with Wonwoo throwing daggers at me, dear God, what have I done?
    Jieun was beyond excited when I told her that I would have to cook lunch for us now, and she even volunteered to watch some Barbie movie while I do that. She knew I didnât like other people in the kitchen with me while I was cooking, I always worked better alone. Mingyu was in the shower still, his phone blasting some upbeat song that we could hear clear and loud from the living room, hallway, and even a little bit from the kitchen. I shook my head as I turned on the Barbie movie for Jieun, Rapunzel, and walked to the kitchen while throwing daggers towards the closed and locked bathroom door. Mingyu always had weird habits but ever since we finished high school, he started developing some even weirder and annoying ones, like blasting music while showering. Maybe if it was Mozart or some jazz music it wouldnât have bothered me, but the kind of music he listened to were men and women screaming and throwing out nasty words while saying them fast, thatâs not music in my opinion. But I learned not to question him about many things, his rants would leave me with a headache afterwards, he always spoke too quickly which messed with my brain. He definitely wasnât a very patient person and it showed in many ways.
I opened the fridge and took out everything I needed for lunch. I promised to make French fries for Jieun so that was the first thing I started working on. I washed the potatoes before peeling them and washing them again, then I placed them in a bowl and started cutting them up into long, thin, sticks. Without realizing, I found myself humming a ballad I heard a while ago while preparing the studio. It was a beautiful song about a man who regretted letting go of its lover, realizing too late what an amazing person this was. I could relate, almost, but it wasnât me who broke up with Mingyu. He wanted us to break up, so I didnât have much choice but to move on. Something I actually failed doing, only partially though.
I prepared the oil for the fries, placing it in a pan and putting it on the cooker, waiting for it to boil. I washed some vegetables and started cutting them, preparing a salad with some yoghurt and lemon dressing. I placed the first round of fries into the pan and hissed when some hot oil collided with the skin of my wrist, I always hated cooking with oil, that shit hurt when it burned you. As I moved around the kitchen, trying to find the salt that seemed to always be in a different cupboard, I became aware of the silence coming from the bathroom. Mingyu must have finished washing up, I strained my ears and was able to hear the Barbie movie still playing in the living room. I went back to the fridge and took out the meat that Joohyun placed there last night to defrost and took it to the chopping board. I took out the sharpest knife from the drawer bellow and started slicing up the meat into, somewhat, even pieces. I always found the cleaning and slicing of meat disgusting, nowadays, I didnât even cook it anymore for myself. But Mingyu and Jieun really liked meat, and it seems like Joohyun had in mind to prepare it today, so I sacrificed myself to cooking it, not that itâs a big deal.
âMhm, smells good in here,â The male voice made me flinch, I always get scared from the smallest things, âWhat are we cooking today?â
I heard shuffling from behind as Mingyu walked further inside the kitchen, his big feet thudding loudly against the marble floor.
âIâm cooking today.â I said as I proceeded to cut off the excess fat from the meat.
âYou really donât expect me to sit back and watch you cook?â Mingyu sounded amused and I knew I couldnât really argue with him. He loved cooking and he was really good at it too.
âI mean, I wouldnât mindâŠâ I trailed off as I crouched down to open the cupboard and take out a bowl, âYou know I donât like people bothering me when I do something.â
âYeah, and if it wasnât for me, your first round of French fries wouldâve turned into ashes.â I rolled my eyes as Mingyu took his position at the cooker, taking out the French fries and dumping them into a deep bowl.
âI was about to check itâŠâ I muttered as I proceeded to season the meat, licking the mixture from my palm. It tasted fine but I needed to mix it better so I proceeded to do that.
âFrom what I can see, you do need an extra pair of hands hereâŠâ Mingyu muttered with a chuckle and I felt him passing behind me to wash his hands in the sink, âNot that I wouldnât mind sitting and watching you move aroundâthose pants really do their justice to your assââ
âKim Mingyu.â I snapped and rolled my eyes, refusing to look at him and let him see the redness of my cheeks. I swear to God, he says things like that on purpose just to make me flustered. And they always work.
âWhat? Iâm just giving you a compliment here!â He said defensively and passed again behind my back, coming a lot closer and I clenched my jaw.
âSlap my ass and I will cut off your fingers.â I warned, knowing him well enough, and Mingyu started giggling as he quickly ran past me, coming to a stop in front of the cooker. He placed the second round of potatoes into the boiling oil, no complaints coming, unlike from me. His technique was always better. I licked my finger again and hummed contently, about to wash my hands when Mingyu spoke up.
âLet me taste it!â He whined and I rolled my eyes, heading for the sink.
âWhen itâs done.â I muttered as I turned on the water, hand almost underneath it, when a large hand gripped my wrist and raised it up.
âMingyuââ I choked on air when he proceeded to such off the mixture from my middle finger, knocking all air out of my lungs. He hummed with his eyes closed, lips in a pout as he released my finger from his mouth. My heart went crazy and my jaw hung open, I shifted from one leg to the other, saliva pooling in my mouth. What the fuck?!
And then my eyes proceeded to travel lower and now I was definitely turned on, âWhat the fuck?!â
His eyebrows rose and he looked confused as he followed my eyes, which were currently on his well defined six pack. Jesus Christ, woman, as if you havenât seen men with six packs before! Yeah, but those men werenât Kim MingyuâŠThe hand he was still holding twitched and I snatched out of his hold, mustering up my most frightening glare as my eyes connected with his. It took a lot of power to punch his biceps instead of his, very firm looking and broad, chest.
âGo put on a shirt, Jesus, Jieun doesnât need to see you shirtless.â I scolded him and quickly turned around and washed off the mixture, before he decided to lick my whole hand clean.
âI donât see Jieun around thoughâŠâ I could hear the smirk in Mingyuâs voice and I scoffed as I rolled my eyes aggressively.
âHere or not, go put on a shirt, dickhead, no one is curious of your body. This isnât the gym, Mingyu.â I muttered aggressively, avoiding to look at him as I reached for the towel to dry my hands, knowing well if I looked at him my eyes would be drawn to his chest instead of his face. I tensed and groaned in annoyance when Mingyuâs front was suddenly pressed up against my back, his warm enveloping mine. I hate how easily he could tease me and how easy it is to make me react; how easy it was for him to play around. I knew he only teased me because he lived for my reactions, but deep down I always hoped it was because there were still some lingering feelings for me. Maybe not, he broke up with me, after all.
âYou left the water running, Y/N,â He muttered, voice low as he was so close, his breath tickled my exposed shoulder and I tried not to cover away, âJoohyun and Wonwoo wonât be too happy when their bill comes.â
âYeah, well, how about you learn what personal space is?!â I snapped as I placed the towel down forcefully, wanting to turn around but knowing I couldnât resist looking at his toned body, I stayed put instead.
âAnd miss all the reactions you give me?â He giggled as he placed his chin on my shoulder, making me sigh out loud, âThat would be a total waste of my time.â
âAnd a lot of saving of my energyâyour potatoes will turn into ash soon, so how about you move?â I raised my elbow and let it collide with his abdomen, not too harshly though. Mingyu giggled again and suddenly a new voice rang through the kitchen.
âUncle, youâve finished showering!â I panicked as I didnât want Jieun to see us like this, she would tell her mom everything and I didnât want Joohyun and Wonwoo smirking at us the next time weâll have dinner together, âWhy didnât you tell me youâre cooking?â
Jieun was pouting and I hissed when Mingyu did nothing to move, looking at Jieun with a smug smile, âI want to help too!â
âSure, sweetie, uncle was about to make some sandwiches, do you want to help?â Mingyu cooed at Jieun and I elbowed him again, harder this time, to make him step back. He groaned in pain and finally put distance between our bodies, when suddenly I felt teeth sinking into my shoulder.
âWhat the fuck?!â I couldnât help but cry out and turn around sharply to slap a smirking Mingyu. I started back at him wide eyed as he started cackling, unphased by my slap to his side this time.
âUncle will go and put on a shirt if he wants to live.â I said with a forced smile as I gave Mingyu a look, eyebrows raising at him, âOr do I have to make you wear one? Like a little kid?â
âOh, bae, I can do that fine on my own.â He laughed as he walked to the table, where his grey shirt, with a deep V, was thrown down on.
âWhat is fuck?â Jieun asked, eyebrows furrowed, and my eyes widened as Mingyu started hollering with laughter again.
âYeah, auntie, what is fuck?â Mingyu smirked once he was able to speak, hid laughter having died down, âIâm really curious too.â
I glared at both Mingyu and Jieun, placing my arms on my hips as I took a deep breath, âA very ugly word that only adults can use, alright?â
âWell, thatâs unfortunate for you, Jieun.â Mingyu said with a shrug as he went to take the bread.
Jieun stuck her tongue out at Mingyu and I smirked as I walked towards the oven to take out the roasting tray, âI said adults, Mingyu.â
Jieun started giggling loudly and Mingyu threw me a glare as he paused slicing up the bread for the sandwiches he planned on making.
âHand me some ham, cheese, tomatoes and lettuce, Jieunie.â Mingyu asked the little girl, watching me still as I stuck my tongue out at him before I started placing the meat into the roasting tray. Jieun pulled a chair to the fridge, climbed on it and started taking out the items Mingyu asked for.
âThank you.â He thanked her when she waltzed back to him, grinning at Mingyu as she sat at the table, chin in her palms. I grinned at Jieun, she looked really cute. I quickly remembered the French fries and placed another round into the boiling oil, making me hiss when it went on my skin, again.
âYou okay, auntie?â Jieun muttered as she threw me a glance, her eyes going back to Mingyu, who was assembling the sandwiches now.
âYes, yes, donât worry.â I smiled towards the girl before turning up the heat in the oven and placing the meat inside. I turned around and leaned against the counter and watched Mingyu work. His back was a bit hunched as he is very tall, his muscles flexing from time to time as he used his hands to make the sandwiches and he kept making faces at Jieun. He beaconed her over and let her place the round tomatoes into each sandwich, poking her nose and praising her once she was done. I sighed and checked on the potatoes again, stirring them a bit around.
âI have an awesome idea,â Mingyu spoke up, canines showing from how big his smile was, âLetâs have a picnic!â
âA picnic!â Jieun exclaimed, jumping up from her seat, âAuntie! We are having a picnic!â
I chuckled and nodded my head, looking at Mingyu with an impressed smile, âSeems like we are having a picnic!â
âIâm having a picnic with my favorite auntie and uncle!â Jieun shouted as she ran out into the hallway, âI will go and change! I want to wear something pretty!â
Mingyu and I laughed quietly as Jieun ran up the stairs, her feet thudding loudly upstairs as she went to her room to get changed. My eyes fell back on Mingyu, he was already looking at me, and he smiled warmly. I returned it and before I turned around, he sent a wink. I winked back and shook my head as I went to open the cupboards, looking for a tablecloth.
âIâll prepare what we need for the picnic.â I informed Mingyu and he hummed.
âIâll finish the rest of the potatoes, how long until the meat is done?â
âForty-five more minutes.â I said after I glanced at my wristwatch, going around the kitchen to get the plates, utensilsâ and what we else we needed.
    When forty-five minutes were up, the three of us went outside in the little garden behind the house. It was a good day, the sun high up in the sky with a few clouds here and there, and it was warm enough that you could wear a tank top and a cardigan over it. Spring was always a season I enjoyed the most. The pleasure of seeing everything bloom to life once again brought great joy for me. Taking walks in parks while the trees and grass turn once again green is a certain satisfaction you understand only if you experience it.
Meanwhile Mingyu prepared a few more dishes with Jieunâs help, I placed a blanket onto the grass and started carrying outside plates, utensils, glasses, apple juice and the food that was prepared, one by one. Jieun bounced around me the whole time, talking loudly and quickly as she told Mingyu to hurry up and bring the meat out so that we could start eating.
âJieun,â I spoke up, looking up from my kneeling position on the blanket, âGo put on your denim jacket, sweetie, you might catch a cold in a simple t-shirt.â
âDo I have to?â She whined, lips jutting out and eyebrows furrowing.
âYes, you do.â I gave her a look that she knew she couldnât argue with, so she rose to her feet and ran back inside almost crashing into Mingyu when he appeared in the doorway.
âWoah, chipmunk!â He exclaimed, clutching the plate close to his chest, âWe almost lost the meat!â
I giggled and shook my head at Mingyu, his eyebrows were furrowed as he turned around to shout back inside the house, making sure Jieun heard him. I sat down on the blanket, sighing out as I massaged my sore knees, I kneeled for too long.
âStop being dramatic and bring that here.â I said when Mingyu turned back around, shaking his head in displeasure, exiting the house, âYou hang out too much with Jeonghan.â
âI donât,â He scoffed as he handed me the plate before taking a seat on the blanket, âI havenât seen him in three weeks.â
âOh no, did he finally ditch you?â I teased with a grin and Mingyu rolled his eyes.
âYou wish, heâs my most loyal client!â Mingyu exclaimed, a proud smirk on his lips.
âIs he becoming as buff as you are?â I found myself asking absentmindedly, hating that I was confessing to having checked him out many times. Itâs not my fault, his body is eye catching. The whole existence of Kim Mingyu is eye catching. Youâd be a fool to be in a room and not notice him, his sole presence is powerful and like a magnet.
âOh, so Iâm buff?â I rolled my eyes as Jieun came running out the house.
âYeah, whatever,â I muttered, smiling when Jieun plopped down next to me, âReady to have lunch?â
âThis is the best day of my life!â Jieun screeched and I chuckled, poking her cute cheek. Mingyu giggled quietly, grabbing a plate and starting to put various foods on it. Jieun watched him eagerly and so did I, failing to notice the fond smile on my lips.
âThis one is for the princess,â He deepened his voice and did a little bow as he handed Jieun the plate, âFrom your loyal servant, Kim Mingyu.â
âNo!â Jieun giggled, taking the plate excitedly, âYou are uncle Mingyu! Not my servant!â
âLet me spoil you for a second, JieunâŠâ Mingyu said with a sigh, grabbing another plate. I handed Jieun her fork, she still struggled with her chopsticks, and placed a napkin on her lap.
âDonât stain your pretty skirt, okay?â I asked and brushed her bangs out of her eyes.
âDonât pressure her, Y/N,â Mingyu shot me a look, âDonât worry about that, Jieunie, just eat freely!â
âYou really do spoil her too muchâŠâ I chuckled, leaning forward to grab a plate but Mingyu slapped my hand away, âNo wonder Joohyun complains about you.â
âShe does?!â Mingyu made an offended sound and I watched as the, now, plate full of food was handed at me.
âThank you.â I muttered with a smile, suddenly feeling shy at the look he was giving me. I looked away and turned my head quickly, reaching for my chopsticks. Mingyu remained quiet and I could feel him still looking at me but Jieun spoke up.
âThe French fries are so good!â She exclaimed, making a âmmâ sound as she stuffed her mouth with more, âYou cook better than mommy and daddy!â
âWe do?â I asked with a laugh, glancing at Mingyu, who was smiling smugly.
âOf course, we do!â He gave me a look, âYouâre sitting next to Koreaâs biggest chef!â
âYou wish.â I snorted meanwhile Jieun started giggling, shooting finger guns at Mingyu who winked back at her. It was heartwarming to see Mingyu and Jieun interact, their personalities were weirdly quite similar. Except, Mingyu was acting like a child sometimes as an adult and Jieun was still a child, she had an excuse. I liked spending my time with the two, I felt refreshed and full of positive energy afterwards. Even Mingyuâs teasing could feel pleasant after a long and tiring day at the studio.
âHowâs the studio going?â My ears perked up when Mingyu spoke up, eyes on me.
âOh, pretty well,â I said after swallowing, âThe exposition is going well, I wish I was thereâŠâ
âYeah, sorry,â Mingyu scratched his chin, shooting me an apologetic smile, âI thought I wouldnât be able to come look after Jieun today, thatâs why I told Joohyun to ask you. I had three more clients that were supposed to come in but Jeonghan is apparently sick, the other pulled a muscle two days ago and can barely walk and well the third oneâI forgot.â
âYou always forget things, uncleâŠâ Jieun said with a giggle, dipping her French fry into ketchup. I leaned over the bowls placed in front of me on the blanket and grabbed the one with the salad.
âYou have to eat vegetables to stay healthy, Jieun, not just junk food.â I said as I pushed a bit of the salad on Jieunâs plate, making her scrunch up her nose in disgust.
âYouâre like dad, ew.â She muttered, shooting me a cute glare. I giggled and put the bowl down, turning towards Mingyu.
âI get it, donât worryâŠâ I reassured him with a smile, eating more of the meat from my plate, âI just worked so hard for this exposition andâyou know Vernon and Minghao! They always find something to disagree on and to be honest, I hope they can keep it together at least until the event is overâŠâ
Mingyuâs eyebrows furrowed as he nodded in understanding and he placed his right hand on my thigh, giving it a small squeeze, âDonât worry, Vernon and Minghao know how much this means to you. And, besides, they would be jeopardizing themselves too if they fuck up, soâŠmaybe thatâll make you sleep better at nightââ
I started laughing, loudly, as I squeezed my eyes shut the food still in my mouth. Mingyu paused talking and his eyebrows were raised as he exchanged glances with a confused looking Jieun. It made me laugh more and I had to place my plate down and swallow carefully, my body rocking with laughter.
âUhâIâm sure what I said wasnât that funnyââ And then Jieun started laughing too and I couldnât help it but laugh harder. Jieun was clapping her hands excessively as she kept pointing her finger at Mingyuâs face, unable to say much.
âUnâuncleâyouââ I tried to take deep breaths and calm down. Mingyuâs confused face turned into an angry expression, plate sitting on his thigh, as he crossed his arms in front of broad chest.
âWhat.â He snapped, eyes falling on me now that I stopped laughing.
âYouââ I took a deep breath, calming my racing heart and clutching my stomach, âHave salad stuck between your front teeth, Iâm sorryââ
I started giggling again and Mingyuâs eyes widened as he started chuckling, sticking his finger in his mouth to take care of the stray salad stuck between his teeth.
âEw, uncle!â Jieun screeched, closing her eyes, âCover your mouth when you do that!â
âYeah, did your parents never teach you thatâs disgusting?â I threw him a disgusted look and Mingyu grinned once he cleaned his teeth.
âYou dared to laugh, at me,â He pointed at himself, straightening his back, âThe great, Kim Mingyu?â
âPleaseâŠâ I rolled my eyes with a scoff and gave Jieun a look, a look she returned with an amused grin.
âYou shall face the punishment now!â I scoffed again and Mingyu leaned over the food and started poking Jieunâs sides, making her laugh again. She swatted at his fingers, throwing him a glare when he stopped.
âThatâs not funnyâŠâ She muttered to herself as she resumed eating and I chuckled about to eat as well, when I felt a jab in my side.
âYou donât want to do this, Kim Mingyu,â I warned him, pointing a chopstick at him, âWe both know you are more ticklishâŠâ
âA punishment is a punishment, bae.â I rolled my eyes at the nickname but of course, Mingyu quickly started tickling my side and I started jabbing him with my chopstick wherever I could.
âFight, fight, fight!â Jieun started chanting playfully and I huffed as I caught Mingyuâs wrist and stopped him.
âSeriously, donât.â He pouted and pulled his arm back, throwing me a glance.
âYouâre no fun.â
âDo you want me to tickle you?â I raised my eyebrows, wriggling my fingers when Mingyu glared.
âNo.â
âThatâs what I thought.â
Halfway through the meal, Jieun said she had enough and got up and ran to the little swing they had for her in the garden. Mingyu and I remained on the blanket, splitting what Jieun left on her plate and eating that too. Once we were finished, I poured him some apple juice, then for myself, and we drank it quietly while watching Jieun run around. I chuckled when she started playing with a small butterfly flying by, handing my cup to Mingyu when he asked for it. He gathered our plates, the bowls of food and put them on the far end of the blanket, away from us so that it wouldnât bother us. Mingyu was leaning back on his forearms as his eyes followed Jieun around, a fond smile on his lips. I sighed and glanced at him, my eyes falling on the black camera resting by his thigh.
âHowâs that business going?â I spoke, getting Mingyuâs attention. He followed my vision of line and nodded his head lightly.
âPretty well,â He said, picking up the camera in his hands, âIâm collaborating with a high school currently, so Iâm taking graduation pictures of their seniors.â
My lips formed an âOâ shape and I gave him a smirk, âYou must be pretty famous around that high school.â
Mingyu chuckled and nodded his head, âCanât say Iâm not, Y/N.â
âRight, canât remember a time you werenât famousâŠâ I trailed off, the two of us sharing a knowing look. Mingyu nodded solemnly and then raised his camera, turning it on.
âTwo weeks ago, I had a wedding, that one was a big hit, made a lot of money!â He said with a grin, looking into his camera as he pointed it up towards the sky. I looked up and saw the sky was covered with more clouds now, but the sun was still shining brightly.
âI wanted to ask you to come to our studio for today, but Vernon and Minghao apparently booked a really famous photographer so, you knowâŠI didnât want to say no to themâŠâ
âYeah, thatâs fine!â Mingyu shrugged and started grinning as he took pictures of Jieun, âYour events are way too prestigious, I might have turned down your offer either way.â
âNo, you wouldnât have, Mingyu.â I chuckled, raising my eyebrows and making him glance at me.
âYou sound so sureâŠwhy not?â
âBecause itâs me asking.â Mingyuâs finger paused mid-air and he gulped before nodding his head wordlessly. Itâs moments like this one that give me hope, hope that he still feels something for me. Even if itâs been five years. It was enough time for us to get over the other, but having to spend so much time together again made me realize that I wasnât even far from being over him. Maybe itâs the memories we share, the time spent together, the pleasant moments, the hardships or the person I shaped into while being with him, but it was really hard to look at him and not feel something more than just platonic feelings. It came as a shock after we finished high school to find out that Joohyun and Wonwoo have been dating for two years in secret. No one ever saw it coming, they never left any hints for us to pick up on, it just seemed like they got along due to Mingyu and I dating and always being together. Turns out, they were dating too at the same time with us, except their relationship worked out. And I couldnât have been happier, they were perfect for each other and they blessed us with little Jieun, the sweetest kid. When Jieun turned two, Joohyun and Wonwoo decided to get married and tie the knot for a lifetime. I was a little jealous when we got the news of their marriage, I always thought Iâd be the one to get married first as Joohyun was closed off and wasnât ever interested in dating or having a family. I guess it was just a matter of time and person.
My eyes widened when the camera made a sound, this time directed at me. Mingyu was grinning as he kept snapping picture after picture and I raised my middle finger at him while sticking my tongue out.
âHey!â He gave me a glare before turning the camera back to Jieun, snapping a picture of her as she was playing with the flowers, making a crown for herself, âLook at this!â
Mingyuâs canines showed again as his grin spread bigger, he scooted closer, âJoohyun will love this shot!â
It was a close up of Jieun, she was crouched down with yellow flowers in her hands, her dark hair falling around her shoulders and lips in a soft pout. I smiled and looked at Mingyu, âWhy donât you drop the gym and turn into a professional photographer? You are so talented.â
âY/N,â He gave me a grin and a scoff, as if I already knew the answer, âYou know photography is just a hobby for meââ
âDoesnât it pay better than that smelly gym you work at?â I interrupted him with my eyebrows raised. He chuckled and shook his head as he turned around to take more pictures of the nature.
âSmelly or not, I really like working thereâŠâ He muttered and Jieun shrieked, alerting us.
âJieun?â I asked loudly, eyebrows raised when she turned around, she was holding something brown between her fingers.
âItâs a caterpillar!â She exclaimed excitedly, waving the small animal between her fingers.
âSay hi and put it back into the earth, okay?â I called back and Mingyu snorted as he looked up from his camera.
âThis one goes for WonwooâŠâ He grinned to himself, looking at me, âHis daughter ainât a pussy like your sisterââ
âMingyu!â I threw him a glare and punched his arm, âIrene hates every little insect, you know that. Itâs not her faultââ
âIt technically is though.â He gave me a pouty look and I snorted and shook my head. I extended my arms over my head and stretched, hearing the camera go off again, before laying down on the blanket. I groaned loudly as the tension eased from my lower back and I relaxed into the earth, closing my eyes to breathe in deeply the warm air. It was tranquil, the moment felt nice, Jieunâs laughter and chatter faded nicely into the background. I let my muscles relax and enjoy the moment of calmness, that is until weight was dumped on me. I yelped loudly, eyes opening and muscles tensing as I went to sit up but Mingyuâs hand pushed me back down.
âDonât get up!â He exclaimed, eyebrows furrowed, âWhyâd you move?!â
I threw him a glare as I watched him whine more, pushing his ass against my pelvis and sitting on me.
âMingyu, I donât know if anyone has made you aware of this, but you are heavy!â I exclaimed again, crossing my arms in front of my chest.
âI wonât get off until you give me the same expression you did a few seconds agoââ
âHow can I do that when a man is literally crushing me?â I raised my eyebrows and Mingyu scoffed, pushing up onto his knees but still straddling me.
âHappy?â
âNot until you completely get off.â I gave him a sweet smile and Mingyu threw me a glare as Jieunâs loud laughter came from behind him.
âWhy are you sitting on auntie?â She asked giggling.
âGood question, Jieun, I think he wants to crush auntieââ
âI was just trying to take a picture of auntie, Jieun, but sheâs stubborn and wants to upset me.â Mingyu said pouting, giving Jieun a sad look.
âWell, hurry up auntie then, I want to go insideâIâm tired.â Just as she finished speaking, she yawned and pouted.
âFive more minutes and we go take a nap, okay?â I smiled at Jieun and she nodded before running back to the swing. I looked back up at Mingyu and gulped as I stared into his eyes, the butterflies in my stomach kicking off.
âMake it quick, okay?â I sighed out and closed my eyes, willing my body to relax and let go. Forget that Mingyu is straddling me and dangling his camera in my face like all those times when we were still dating. The camera went off and so did my heart, it started beating faster and faster as all the memories swam in my mind tauntingly.
The basketball court was full of students as everyone was in recess. I was sitting with my friends on a bench underneath a tree to hide from the blazing sun as we all ate our lunch and gazed out onto the field, where the basketball team was shooting around. All guys were tall, the team consisted of mostly juniors and seniors, but Yuto, a guy my age, made it into the team due to his height.
âAh!â Yuna exclaimed next to me, eyes following a boy, âLook at Wonwoo! Heâs so handsome!â
âHeâs a good playerâŠâ I muttered as I finished up my lunch.
âHe could be the worst and Iâd still love him!â Yuna mused and the rest of our friends agreed with her. I rolled my eyes when someone from behind us scoffed.
âSo, you only watch the basketball team because the players are handsome?â The voice was sharp and I rolled my eyes, turning to face my sister.
âYouâre still moody?â I asked her and she shook her head, coming to stand in front of me and blocking my view of the field.
âNo, I passed my chemistry test, Iâm feeling better.â She gave me a wide grin and extended her arm. She was holding a small cartoon of chocolate milk and my eyes lit up.
âUnnie!â I gave her a big grin and stood up to give her a brief hug, âThank you!â
âYeah, mom told me you forgot to pack one.â
âYouâre the best.â Joohyun chuckled and pinched my cheek aggressively.
âYou only say that when I give you something or do something for youââ
âJoohyunââ My friends shrieked and both Joohyun and I jumped as a ball hit my sisterâs back. She hissed and turned sharply, the ball bouncing on the ground.
âJoohyunââ My friends started but Wonwoo running over shut them up quickly.
âAre you okay?â His deep voice was laced with worry and Joohyun glared the boy down. She was a lot shorter but her gaze could always make her seem powerful and scary. She leaned down wordlessly and picked the basketball up.
âBe careful next time, Wonwoo.â Her voice was soft, a contrast to the look on her face.
âSorry, Joohyun.â Wonwoo bowed his head a bit, hands extending to take the ball from my sister. She glanced down at the ball before handing it over, their hands brushing against each other and small smiles appearing on their faces. The snap of a camera distracted me from throwing a suspicious look at the two in front of me. A tall guy, taller than Wonwoo, was holding up a camera to his left eye as he grinned.
âYah! Kim Mingyu!â I exclaimed, crossing my arms in front of my chest.
âYah! Bae Y/N!â He imitated my voice, pushing his lips out into an exaggerated pout.
âI donât look like that!â I snapped at him with a glare as Mingyu walked closer.
âYes, you do.â He taunted, the camera hanging at his side. Wonwoo and Joohyun chuckled behind me and I glanced back to see them lost in their own conversation.
âStop pouting, youâre too cute.â Mingyu cooed and I punched his bicep as he started leaning down.
âWhy do you keep taking pictures of meââ My words got muffled when Mingyu pressed a small kiss against my lips, a smile appearing on my lips.
âWhat were you complaining about?â He whispered as he pulled back just a little bit, making my smile widen.
âNothing.â I muttered and as I went to press another kiss against his lips, his camera went off again. My eyes snapped open to find Mingyu giggling as he was looking down at the picture he took, cheeks rosy.
âYah! Kim Mingyu!â I exclaimed and raised my arm to punch his arm again but he suddenly jumped back. He stuck his tongue out and I glared at him.
âYou two are so immature.â I heard Wonwoo saying from behind me.
âHe wonât stop taking pictures of me!â I snapped, watching as Mingyu was slowly raising his camera up again, âDonât you dareââ
Snap. Oh, thatâs it, he asked for it. I took off running towards him but Mingyu just giggled loudly and took off too, running ahead of me.
âYou canât catch me!â He shouted as he turned his head before running faster.
âScrew your long legs!â I shouted after him as I chased him around the basketball field, underneath the blazing sun.
âI love you!â He shouted while trying to take more pictures of me, almost falling when he tripped on a rock.
âYouâre an idiot!â I screamed after him, laughing when he almost fell, âI love you!â
âI know you do!â He winked cockily and slowed his running, making me think Iâd finally catch up. But when he was in arms reach, he sped up again while cackling evilly. I let out a frustrated cry and continued chasing him, unphased by the looks the students were giving us.
The click of the camera brought me back to the present and I opened my eyes to find Mingyu with his eyebrows raised and a small smile on his lips. His personality didnât change much since high school but his looks did. Itâs not like that mattered much, I didnât like him for his looks, it was his personality that drew me in at first. His looks were just a plus.
âI want to go in!â Jieun came running to us, whining loudly.
âWe are going.â I smiled at her as she looked down at me with a pout and I looked up at Mingyu with raised eyebrows. He blinked and looked at me for a second before he realized he was straddling me, so he got off and helped me off the blanket as well.
âCan you please clean up? I have a Yoga class in half an hour.â I said after looking at my wrist watch.
âAnd Jieun?â Mingyu asked as he started gathering the things we gathered on the blanket.
âIâll put her to sleep, donât worry about her.â I gave Jieun a smile and crouched down, opening my arms, âDo you want auntie to carry you to your room?â
âYes!â Jieun exclaimed, her droopy eyes widening as she climbed into my arms quickly. I patted her back and walked inside the house, towards her room upstairs.
    Jieun took longer than I expected to fall asleep, leaving me ten minutes to get ready for my Yoga class. I closed her door carefully after drawing her curtains closed and raced into the master bedroom, opening Joohyunâs closet. We go to Yoga class twice a week together so I have my clothes here, in case, I donât have time to go home from the studio. We were supposed to go together today but since I had to be at the studio, we decided to postpone it. Thankfully, our Yoga instructor does online classes in the afternoon for those who couldnât attend it in the morning. I quickly got dressed in my olive khaki green leggings and matching sports bra, rushing downstairs quietly, to Joohyunâs study room, where we kept our mattresses. She had enough space in her office, so I decided to lay out the Yoga mat underneath the window and quickly turned on her laptop, logging onto the platform of my instructor. In the big rush, I forgot to close the door and I could hear Mingyu coming and going from the garden, bringing everything inside like I asked him to do. I pulled my hair in a low ponytail and took a comfortable seat on the mat as the instructor started the class.
âGood afternoon!â She greeted with a big smile on her lips, her voice raspy but honey-like, âGood to see some familiar faces around; Y/NâŠâ
I smiled and turned on the microphone, âNice to see you! Joohyun and I couldnât make it in the morning, we were both busy.â
âIs she not joining us today?â The instructor asked as more cameras got turned on, there was a total of ten people in todayâs class.
âNo, sheâs not at home, at the moment.â I answered her and as the backdoor was closed, loud singing rang through the hallway. Mingyuâs deep voice bounced around the quiet house and my eyes widened as I quickly shut off my microphone, embarrassed when I saw some ladies smiling through their cameras. I glanced out in the hallway as Mingyu passed by the office, unaware that I was inside, as he bobbed his head to his own rhythm while he continued singing. Did he forget I put Jieun to sleep? Heâs going to wake her up. But before I could quickly go and shut him up and close the door to the office, our instructor alerted us that we were starting the session.
âI prepared a relaxing Yoga sequence for today, a thirteen-minute-long practice,â She said with a smile as we took a comfortable seat in Lotus pose, âItâs the middle of the week, but we might be feeling burned out a little bit. I know that I do!â
I chuckled as I straightened my back, aligning head over heart, and heart over pelvis, âYou can turn on your microphones as we are about to take deep breaths together, let us hear each other.â
I quickly reached over and turned on the microphone, as did the other ladies, whom I were familiar with from other classes, âGood, now letâs take five deep breaths in, tuck your chins, straighten your backs and close your eyes, empty your mind.â
I did as I was told, willing my muscles to relax as everyone took deep five breaths, emptying our lungs out loudly. It was a relaxing motion and it always helped me focus on the task I was about to do, my mind was a buzzing place 24/7. But my tranquil moment ended when Mingyuâs voice rose a few octaves and he started sputtering words after words. I opened one eye to see if the others could hear him as well, but upon seeing no reaction, I quickly closed my eye and took one more deep breath to relax again.
âLet us stretch our side bodies now.â With eyes open, I followed the instructor, breathing deeply still, âThis is a great moment to take a step back from your busy lives and reflect on yourselves. Get lost in the silence and the guidance of my voice, trust your bodies and meet me in a tabletop position.â
I smiled and slowly moved into the position, cracking my lower back in the process, âLetâs do three rounds of cat and cow now, everyone following their own rhythm. We are not here to rush today.â
Closing my eyes, I arched my back into a cow position, letting out a quiet sigh when a few vertebras popped, then starting from the tailbone, I curled up into a cat position. I did that two more times while breathing deep, hearing the other ladies do the same calmed my nerves a little bit. I got lost in my own world, finally, blocking out sounds from the outside that didnât serve me in this moment.
âOn your next breath in, bring your big toes together and widen your knees as big as your mat, then meet me in extended childâs pose, with active fingers.â The instructor spoke up, and we followed, âLetâs wake up the muscles in our upper backs while opening our heart space, okay?â
The skin of my lower back and upper back were getting a good stretch as I gently rocked from side to side at the hips, loosening up the tight joints, breathing deeply.
âMake your next inhale the longest breath youâve taken all day long and, on your exhale, let go of everything that doesnât serve you by using lionâs breath,â I filled my lungs with air to the brim and paused at the top for three second before sticking my tongue out, eyes looking at my third eye and letting all the air out, similar sighs coming through the laptop.
âCarefully moving, letâs meet in downward dog, but only proceed from a tabletop position.â I raised back into a tabletop position and carefully, knees bent and arms placed at a wide distance on the map, I raised into a downward dog position, heels coming down on the earth.
âLetâs pedal it out,â The instructor said, âYour heels donât have to come down to the earth straight away, pedal them out first, feel your muscles stretch and when you did all that, grow heavy in your heels and come to a still position for three deep cleansing breaths.â
I moved my legs as if I was walking, in one place, pedaling them out and sighing out when my hamstrings got the stretch they so desperately needed. I ground my heels down and stilled my movements, taking deep breaths. As I took in my last set of deep breath, the floor creaked in the doorway and I opened my eyes, seeing Mingyu upside down from this position, standing in the doorway. His jaw was hung open but when we made eye-contact, a wide smirk spread on his lips.
âDamn,â He muttered as he leaned against the doorframe, âIf you only had this ass back in high school tooââ
I gasped as my cheeks flushed, the sudden laughter coming from the laptop making Mingyu jump. His eyes widened as he looked towards the screen, and as I lowered from the downward dog, I caught the faint tint of red on his cheeks. The ladies were still giggling, the instructorâs eyebrows raised curiously.
âUhâIâm really sorryâhe didnât know my microphone was onââ
âGood evening, ladies,â Mingyu smiled charmingly, they could see him well through the camera, âSorry for interrupting, Iâll quickly head out.â
âNow, now,â The instructor said with a chuckle as Mingyu slowly left, throwing me a smirk that made me glare at him, âWe needed that laughter, didnât we, ladies?â
There was a chorus of agreements and my cheeks flushed again as I chuckled in embarrassment, âSorry, heâsââ
âA charming young man, indeed,â The instructor interrupted me with a small smile, âletâs try to focus once again though and repeat our downward dog before we proceed with our practice.â
And we did proceed with our relaxing practice, but the problem was I couldnât relax with Mingyu continuously walking in and out of Ireneâs study room and always whispering things at me. At first, he was asking for some books Wonwoo recommended him to read, then he took a seat on Ireneâs couch and started reading out loud but in a whisper, meanwhile I kept throwing glares at him. Does he know heâs supposed to leave me alone? By the time the class took an end I wasnât anywhere relaxed, instead I was angry and irritated. The practice was supposed to make me feel light and relaxed but due to Mingyu bothering me, it didnât work out. When we were talking leisurely after we finished the practice, Mingyu dangled his head into the camera. The ladies started laughing again and he had a heartful conversation with my Yoga instructor, to which he even got an invitation to her class after he complained about his muscles being stiff after a long day at the gym. When we were saying our goodbyeâs, a lady had the audacity to call Mingyu and I, a cute and playful couple, which I wanted to deny but before I could, Mingyu was nodding and thanking her making my heart pump quickly. Once the call was over, Mingyu sat back on the couch and I proceeded to roll up Ireneâs mat and placed it back to its place, throwing a glare at a grinning Mingyu. My eyes fell on the book he tormented me with and I took it in my hand and whacked him over the head.
âHey!â He exclaimed and started rubbing his head, âWhat are you doing?!â
âWhat are you doing?!â I snapped, crossing my arms in front of my chest, âI took the Yoga class to relax a little bit but thanks to you I just became more irritated!â
âYou did?â He raised his eyebrows and I went to whack him again but he caught my arm and quickly jumped up, âOkay, okay, I get it! Sorry, I wonât do it next time!â
âOf course, you wonât. Thereâs no next time.â I rolled my eyes and let Mingyu take the book from me and place it back onto the shelf.
âWhat are you saying?â He asked with a chuckle, becoming amused when I sighed and looked at him expectantly, âI got an invitation to your instructorâs next class and Iâm definitely not going to miss itââ
âHell, no.â I snapped and turned around to leave the office, but not before opening the window to let fresh air in, âSo that you torment me there too? No, thank you.â
âCome on! I wonât!â Mingyu whined as he followed after me, closing the door behind me, âIâll take it seriously!â
âYou wonât, I know you too well, Kim Mingyu.â I said with a snort as I started walking up the stairs, Mingyu still following close behind.
âPlease?â He looked at me with puppy eyes when I glanced back, âIâll let you drive me around, okay?â
âAs if I want to do that.â I scoffed as I walked to the master bedroom to get my clothes before I head to shower.
âI know you do,â A smirk crossed Mingyuâs lips as he blocked my way, âI heard from Wonwoo you bought a new Mercedes, I just know youâre dying to show it off to me.â
âAm not.â I said with a scoff, biting my lip afterwards. Oh, and how right he is, I canât wait to pick him up from work and drive him here, in my new light turquoise Mansory S-Class Cabriolet, the next time we are having dinner with Joohyun, Wonwoo, and Jieun.
âYou do,â Mingyu cooed and I rolled my eyes as I side stepped him, heading out the bedroom and down the hall to the bathroom.
âNow, stay quiet and donât wake Jieun, I want to shower.â
âGo, go,â Mingyu ushered me inside the bathroom, gripping the handle, âRelax now, since you couldnât while doing Yoga.â
âDickheadââ He cut me off by closing the door in my face and I could hear his giggles as he walked away, his footsteps still loud. I groaned and quickly put my hair in a bun, turning on the warm water in the shower stall. The bathroom upstairs was bigger and it was divided in two in such way that if someone was showering another person could still come in because you wouldnât see them, as the shower stall was just behind the other wall.
    And thereâs a reason why I usually avoid showering upstairs. Itâs so big that the person wonât even hear the running water and often times would walk in, it happened with both Joohyun and Wonwoo while I showered, when they newly bought the house. Like I said, they still couldnât see you, but the thought alone was enough to drive me away from showering upstairs and just using the downstairs shower. And that same thing happened while I was massaging an exfoliating soap onto my skin. The door opened and I heard feet thudding inside loudly.
âJieun?â I called out, straining my ears to hear the person inside, âDid you have a nightmare and wake up? Mingyu is downstairs sweety, Iâm showering, you can go to himââ
âYeah,â My eyes widened at the male voice and I quickly turned around in the shower stall, making sure he didnât already approach me, âMingyu is upstairs, actually.â
âWhat the hell are you doing inside, Mingyu?!â I exclaimed, frozen as I listened closely, âIâm showering!â
âUh, yeah, I know, you told me and I hear the water runningââ
âWhat the fuck are you doing inside then?!â I exclaimed again, eyebrows furrowing when Mingyu cursed loudly.
âFuck, I stubbed my toe!â He hissed and I scoffed as I quickly rinsed off the soap, âAnd I know, but I was bored downstairs aloneâŠâ
âSo, you just come and intrude on a woman while sheâs showering? Because thatâs fine?â I snapped; eyebrows raised even if he couldnât see me. I heard the toilet making sounds and realized Mingyu closed the lid and sat on top of it.
âHey, donât make me sound like a creep!â
âYou are being a creep right now, though.â I pointed out as I took my regular, tropical scented, body lotion and spread it on my body.
âOkay, Iâm sorry, I canât even see anything, you know that, I justââ He let out a long sigh and my eyebrows raised as I paused.
âYou just, what?â I asked curiously as I let the warm water wash off the body lotion.
âI was wondering, like, Iâve been thinking about this for a long time, actually, you knowâŠâ There was a pause as Mingyu cleared his throat before he continued, âJustâŠafter we broke up, you knowâŠdid you date anyone else? Like, had a boyfriend, girlfriend, or somethingâŠâ
My eyebrows furrowed at the odd question, not expecting it from Mingyu, we never talked about relationships or partners. We always stayed away from the topic that involved our personal lives for multiple reasons, so it was a surprise that he finally asked about it, especially when I was showering.
âI meanâŠâ I let out a breath, standing underneath the warm water, âItâs been five years since weâŠbroke up, soâŠyeah. I hadâŠthreeâŠboyfriends.â
âOh,â Mingyu sounded surprised and I grimaced waiting for him to continue speaking, âYeah, I had a lot of flings during college, then a serious girlfriend that lasted for a year only, soâŠâ
He chuckled, but I could hear he didnât take it lightly, it bothered him that it didnât work out. Something was bothering him still; I could hear it in his voice.
âWell, you know, I donât know if Joohyun and Wonwoo talked about me and if they did and Wonwoo told you, butâŠâ I took a deep breath and turned off the water, reaching for the long towel, âYou pretty much broke my heart, no joke.â
Mingyu remained quiet as I placed the towel around my body and secured it tightly at my breasts, âI donât blame you now, with this mentality, and I donât hate you either anymore.â
We both chuckled at the same time and Mingyu sighed as we both stayed put where we were standing, âHonestly, I was a big dick back then. Breaking up with you because I wanted to get the whole college experienceâI was a fucking idiot, to be honest.â
âYou still areâŠâ I muttered and Mingyu chuckled before he sighed again, âActuallyâŠyou know, how I was supposed to come with a plus one to my sister and Wonwooâs wedding?â
âYeah, and then you showed up withââ
âMinghao,â We said at the same time.
âYeah, Minghao, and everyone was fucking confused from your family.â Mingyu continued talking, âEven WonwooâŠI still donât get what the fuss was about.â
âI was supposed to come with my fiancĂ©ââ
âFiancĂ©?!â Mingyu choked out and I giggled, âYou had a fiancĂ© at the age of twenty-one, what the fuck?! And you didnât tell me?!â
âWe met when I was nineteen, actually, but back then I was kinda playing around with two guys, you knowâŠstill not over you, dickhead, but then him and I got closer and we got engaged three months before the wedding.â I explained, enjoying when Mingyu gasped.
âWhat happened?â
âI donât know?â I asked with a chuckle, leaning my head against the wet tiles of the shower stall, âWe realized we were too different? I donât know, honestly, but Iâm glad we broke up. I donât think we were a good match.â
âYeah, Iâm glad too.â I scoffed and I heard shuffling, meaning Mingyu stood up, âWhy did even Vernon show up at the wedding? He wasnât even invitedââ
âTwo drunk calls from Minghao and I were enough to bring him aroundââ
âAnd then I had to drive the three of you home, yeah, I remember.â Mingyu didnât sound amused and I started laughing.
âWell, if you were dumb enough to come by car and not with a cab like everyone elseâŠâ
âYeah, whatever,â Mingyu scoffed and he cleared his throat again and hesitated to speak, âSo, uhm, I was thinkingâŠletâs go on a date?â
I blinked once and then twice and paused. Kim Mingyu was asking me on a date? Or was I hallucinating?
âI really should have waited after you finished showering, not seeing your face is frustrating.â He groaned to himself and I chuckled.
âTo your information, Iâm gaping right now,â Mingyu chuckled and I pursed my lips, âYou want to go on a date with me?â
âYeah, I think we are both mature enough to start things over, if we wanted to,â He sighed and I licked my lips, pushing off from the wall, âAt least, I want to if youâre not against it.â
âDid spending your day with me make you nostalgic, Kim Mingyu?â I asked with a chuckle and he just hummed. I didnât know how to feel. Did I still have feelings for him? Yes. Did he hurt me already once? Yes. But as he said, we are adults now, we view things differently now. Iâm still unsure however.
âI canât give you an answer right now,â I decided to be honest with him, he deserved it, âGive me time to think.â
He hummed quietly and I knew he wasnât expecting that answer and he was disappointed, but he quickly spoke up, âIâll go wake Jieun so that we can prepare dinner together.â
And he was out of the bathroom, leaving me alone with my conflicting thoughts. Did I want to go on a date with him? Yes. Was I afraid we wouldnât work out anymore and Iâd lose him forever? Yes.
    After Jieun woke up, the three of us went downstairs and prepared dinner together, spending a good hour in the kitchen. But it still wasnât dinner time so we snuggled up on the couch in the living room and watched a family movie together, Mingyu bringing us a big blanket to keep us warm. Jieun was snuggled up into his side, putting Mingyu into the middle, and I threw him a curious glance when he kept shifting around, until his arm was around my shoulders and his body was leaning onto mine.
âItâs comfier.â He whispered, keeping his eyes on the TV and I shook my head before looking back towards the TV and feeling my cheeks heat up. It felt nice being snuggled up next to him, his warmth enveloping mine and creating a feeling of calmness and safety. If there was a feeling I missed after Mingyu left me, it was the safety I felt whenever I was with him. His bigger body and the way he carried himself and even interacted when he was with me made it obvious to me that heâd do anything to keep me safe and that I shouldnât worry. So, in the middle of the movie I cleared my throat and glanced up at him to see him already looking down at me.
âLetâs go on that date.â I whispered quietly at him and instantly Mingyu was grinning from ear to ear, squeezing my shoulder tightly for a few seconds before he sighed out happily. I chuckled and placed a palm against his beating hart, cheeks flushing when I felt his quick pulse. A feeling of fulfilment filled my senses and I couldnât help the smile spreading onto my own lips.
    After the movie was over, the moon was high up in the sky, and we headed to the kitchen to have dinner. Jieun excitedly told us stories about her encounters with other kids in kindergarten and how she kept tricking her nanny into giving her candy without her mom and dad knowing. Dinner was filled with giggles and Mingyu throwing me glances every few minutes, eyes warm and happy. Jieun even pointed it out at some point, asking us if we were hiding a secret or surprise from her. When we reassured her that no, we werenât, she pouted and settled on finishing her dinner quietly while Mingyu and I conversed about what we did the one month we didnât meet up, laughing at the memories we shared in high school when one brought it up randomly. After dinner, Jieun had a warm bubble bath and I braided her hair in two, helping her into her pajamas before Mingyu and I tucked her in bed. We were both sitting on each side of her bed, her bedside lap turned on and we chatted for a little while, until she fell asleep.
âYou know,â Jieun muttered sleepily, her eyes already closed, âUncle and auntie act just like dad and mommy. Will you have babies too? Iâll have someone to play with foreverâŠâ
Mingyu and I shared a look as I chuckled and leaned over Jieun, cradling her cheek, âAuntie and uncle arenât like that, Jieun. Thereâs men and women who are just friends, who love each other but never make babies, because itâs not that kind of love, you know?â
âDonât worry, Jieunie,â Mingyu leaned closer too, a devilish smirk crossing his lips, âUncle will convince auntie to make babies so that youâll have someone to play with, okay?â
Jieunâs eyes opened and she grinned widely as I threw Mingyu a glare, âPinky promise?â
âPinky promise!â
âHey!â I exclaimed quietly as the two pinky promised in front of me with grins on their lips as if I wasnât even there, âItâs not that easy to make babiesââ
âWeâll figure it out.â Mingyu cut me off with a wink and I scoffed, leaning down and kissing Jieunâs cheek.
âSweet dreams, angel.â
âSweet dreams, chipmunk.â Jieun grinned as Mingyu pressed a quick kiss against her forehead and then we got up, turned off her bedside lamp and turned on her fairy lights. Quietly closing her door, we descended down the stairs and I could feel Mingyu smirking next to me, his hand continuously brushing against mine.
âStop giving Jieun false hope, dickhead.â I snapped finally, making Mingyu giggled. He was expecting my reaction, as we walked back to the living room.
âI was being serious, Bae.â I groaned as Mingyu turned on the TV, putting on some random movie as we sat down on the couch, pulling the blanket over us again. We remained silent during the movie, enjoying the presence of the other, and my heart started racing when Mingyu interlaced his fingers with mine underneath the blanket and placed our hands on his thigh. I didnât realize I wanted this until it happened, and I couldnât be gladder. Because in this world, there was no one like Kim Mingyu, and he was mine.
My one and only true love.
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Hello
I'd like to participate in your match up event pleaseđđfor TR and Haikyuu please! Either SFW or NSFW is fine
So I'm a I/ENTP (I'm a ambivert so it changes sometimes)
I'm a 21 year old Asian girl. I'm 163cm tall with a wolf cut hair that's dyed (currently green)
I'm a gamer/cosplayer/newbie streamer and a full-time university student who's studying computer science.
I would say I'm fairly outgoing and chatty. I'm strong in my beliefs and will defend my views but not unwilling to listen to other opinions. I'm fairly creative since I love art and I do make all my cosplays. I'm also pretty competitive! I love competitions from cosplay comps to friendly competitiveness between friends.
Whilst I'm a very anxious and depressed (getting professional help tomorrow yay) person I tend to not show it at all. I also struggle with imposter syndrome ;-;
I also like animals! Especially cats. I got two dio and makiđ
Hey lovely anon, you know your request made me feel really happy because I think you really opened up and I loved it! Hope you're appointment went well, feel free to write me in anon or not, to let me know how are you feeling in this journey, I don't know you are but I definitely feel love and support for you đ
Anyway here we are, the ice cream parlour's boss talked and here I am with your cone, hope you'll like it!
Warnings: Sex, Sex and Sex (mainly Ran), Crossdressing, 18+.
Tokyo Revengers: Ran Haitani
I don't know if you catch up with the manga, but please if you didn't go to read it! Also this is is not a Ran canon pic, but he's so hot!
Ran Haitani, he's violent but he's fuckin cool and chilled with his bored expression, the very same expression he has when watching you modeling for cosplay.
Something about you trying your costume in front of him definitely makes him horny. You're in front of him with a lace corset and slip and he's fuckin mesmerized by your body.
"Princess, you're faboulous, you're going definitely to win" he says with his bored eyes but with a smirk.
Smiling and kissing his cheek you thanks him and a hand starts to caress your curves, "Yeah I don't even need to hit up that jury with my baton to let you win"
Your relationship with him screams HOT from every pore, you're Roppongi It Couple!
Your dates with him consist most of going out for locals and to your cosplay comps, but sometimes you want to break and stay at home.
Home dates consist in different things, legit in this order: you playing videogames together, most of the time you beat his ass up and this ends up in him tying you up and slapping your ass til you pray him to fuck you.
Talking about kinks, Ran he's definitely a mean dom, he loves degrading you, submissing you and seeing you cry from pleasure.
After he vents out this violent urges, he totally dedicate his body for your pleasure, you will cum with his tongue and cock endless times.
Ran canonically loves high heels, so I figured he loves going out with your clothes and shoes and fuck you in public places with that look.
He noticed that going out and trying your clothes on him makes you feel a bit more confident and he will do it till the end to make you feel good.
This totally gives him a power-up cause despite this feminine side he's definitely the most manly and proud guy you could find around, be proud of him and support his genderless style!
Overall he prevents your depressive/anxiety fits, but when he goes fightin or you can't see him for a while you go down into the black hole and when he comes back he lets you cry on his chest till and you finish asleep thanks to his caresses to your hair and his cuddles.
In these moments if you succeed calming down he definitely organize a beauty session where he takes care of you and putting you in front of a mirror naked, he points to every detail that makes you feel insecure and explain why he loves it.
Hope you liked this, I put my best in here and I feel a bit astonished of your matchup đ
Haikyuu: Tetsuro Kuroo
Another power couple? Yes you got it but with nerdy vibes!
You both love science, his bestfriend is a pro gamer and his girlfriend is a clever hot model.
Everyone thinks that your the best couple in highschool but they don't know anything about the real yourselves, inside the four wall of what you call home.
Domestic dates consist in him making cringey chemical jokes that makes you laugh (only you), and study session where he is shirt off and you're with one of his large shirt and only in panties. Most of the time this finish with you know what!
Outside dates consist in you watchin him from the bleachers and smiling when he scores a point in a match and in him accompaning (and his team) you to cosplay comps, screaming cringe incitements that makes you smile from the stage.
I canon you to go to the cat shelter once a week as volunteers. The other volunteers love you and see the soft and gentle side of both of you.
He asked your hand in marriage after both of you won your competitions: he ran after his victory to the place where you were competing and after seeing you with a throphy he genuflected and people around start to record and he said "y/n l/n I'm going to marry you when we grow up" "Only if your degree score will be higher than mine", the video hit milions of views!
Sex with him is a pleasurable provocation and neverending teasing. He wants you to be vocal about what you want and he wants to hear how much you're desperate for his touch.
When you wear your costume he loves fucking you with it and praising you a lot.
Most of the time the costume will disappear after your second round, you'll finish ruined with him, but really really happy.
I canon him taking care of you, he most of all knows how to prevent falling into depression and anxiety but even when it happens that you're too much into it he cuddles you and whisper you reassuring words "You're safe, I'm here, I love you, You will feel better, let me take care of you my precious kitten"
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â*:.ïœĄ NRC HAS A MAID CAFE ?!? .ïœĄ.:*â
Note: sooo this is my first writing ! Omg Iâm so nervous I have never written for any fandom before but I wish this goes well đđ»đ anyway, hope yâall like it and if you have any thoughts about it pls comment I would really appreciate it âșïžđđ
Summary: NRC was organizing a school festival to attract new students and also to let the guys have a day of fun and chill. However the dorm leaders were out of ideas while deciding what activities they were gonna have, until you decided to talk about some options of what your school used to do in this kind of events (before coming to twisted wonderland), most of those activities were really alike to what NRC already had, except one thing ...
- when you mentioned that in your âdimensionâ there was different options that could be introduced in NRC at the festival he was actually pretty interested. Obviously he would have to make some changes so that âactivitiesâ could fit in Heartslabyul rules but, he never thought that he could have the opportunity to see you in such an ... outfit.
- Who does he think he can fool ? Heâs a blushing mess and canât even look at you in the face. How can he ? The moment you got out of your room with that white coping, that really short skirt, and oh god the stockings
- You look so cute and obedient and hfkogkebdiej
- The plan was simple, you were a âmaidâ and the boys attending the clients at your side were butlers, easy ! Except from the part of talking to you
- Heâs angry because he canât believe that such an outfit has this power over him and he thinks âgod Riddle get yourself together and just talk to her about the menuâ but somehow you think heâs angry for some strange reason since he tends to get all red face when he is angry (poor bean heâs trying his best to not collapse)
- HEâS A GENTLEMAN ! HE DIDNT HAVE SUCH A HARD UPBRINGING FOR NOTHING !! he goes with a straight face to your direction and then .... â(y/n) ! Have you learn your lines ?! Customers need the best of attention from this establishment !!â (Riddle this is just a classroom turned into a maid cafe, chill)
- âAh sure Riddle-senpai, just look *you clear your throat* Welcome home master !!â
- Riddle.exe has stopped responding
- what ? A maid cafe ? Isnât it just like the rest of the maids at his palace in Afterglow Savana ? Heâs used to being attended by this kind of servitude at his homeland but he had never seen Classic or French (I leave that to your imagination âșïž) maid style
- He thinks âohoho this can be quit interestingâ and has that smug smirk in his face, OF COURSE heâs gonna take this opportunity to tease you
- However after he sees you in that cute and tempting outfit, for a little moment (just a little moment) he doesnât want to admit it he goes shy, stops just a moment to admire you from head to toe in your outfit, you go like âwhat? â and then he just shrugs it out just in time before you notice âhmph are you some kind of panda ?â
- Seems like he doesnât care but actually you never get out of his view, he drinks his woman respect juice every morning but not the rest of the students
- If he sees that some idiot gets a little too close to you he may roar from across the cafe and shoot some killing glares to those idiots and problem solved
- Donât get it wrong, heâs still Leona and may slide the tip of his tail under your skirt a little ... just a little đ
- He listens to all your descriptions of the activity of the maid cafe, takes notes and adds some good ideas so everythingâs on point
- Heâs pretty chill the majority of the time while preparing everything, he even helped you to practice your lines so you could attend customers with the best training !
- Until ... he saw you in character. It was kind of a self goal since he told you to not get out of character when you wear your uniform, how fool and unfortunate (lucky) soul he was
- âAshengrotto- sama ? I had some doubts about the menu ...â âyes ? (Y/...n)â
- his glasses break
- Azul.exe has stopped responding x2
- His mind canât process all the things that are going on, you , on a cute really really short skirt, calling him âsamaâ with your innocent voice, and OH LOOK AT THAT
- THIGHTS
- he didnât know he had a thing for thights until this day
- Tries to solve all your doubts without stuttering but fails miserably
- Thinks really seriously in a way to make you sign a contract where you accept to wear that outfit whenever you visit octavinelle (azul thatâs practically impossible but ok try đ)
- OMG A MAID CAFE ?! Itâs foreign and interesting !! This guy is all in after you finish to talk about your idea
- Kalim is also used to being all pampered and having hundreds of people attending him at all times so heâs really curious about what is the difference between what he knows and what you know
- You tell him that is nothing too awesome, but is more to have fun in getting into character of âmaster and servantâ BUT NOTHING IS BORING IF YOU ARE IN IT he tells you that you donât need to worry and he just wants to participate in the experience
- He doesnât assist as a butler but like a customer, and the night before the event he canât sleep from the excitement, âJamil, how do you think is a maid ?â âIdk Kalim sleep nowâ âne~ ne~ Jamil do you think that (y/n) will call me master? teheheâ âOMG KALIM ENOUGHâ poor Jamil he also couldnât get enough sleep that night
- Heâs one of the first clients to arrive and oh god ... when he finds you. He doesnât know what is it with that uniform that it makes you look ADORABLE AND BEYOND also ... kind of .... ?? (Sexy kalim the word you look for is sexy) he just doesnât know how to react the very first seconds but doesnât last long until
- âKalim-sama ! Welcome back, we are so enlightened to see you againâ
- What is this ? Why is he feeling funny things in his stomach, every time heâs called like that in his palace it doesnât happen anything, is something of everyday but now...
- â.... kalim-sama ?â âAH ! Sorry sorry ! Haha I zoned out , say ... could you say that again ? It was so fun !â âUh.. hu, of course, if thatâs my masterâs wish !! ïżœïżœïżœïžâ (HAPPY BOY HAPPY BOY HAPPY BOY)
- He probably is inside the maid cafe for very long time just to hear you every time you come around
- âIs everything alright master ? Would you like something else ?â âYES ! One more parfait please !! â meanwhile Jamil is like âKALIM STOP, YOU HAVE ALREADY ORDERED 30 PARFAITS !!!, what are we going to do with all of this ?!â
- âthe potato ? As a servant ? Thatâs hilariousâ Vil is aware of all the maid thing since where he comes from wealthy families tend to have this kind of employees in their mansions
- NEVERTHELESS he canât have a girl/boy in NRC dressed as a maid and you NOT đđ» BEING đđ» ON đđ» POINT
- DRESS ! Check HIGH HEELS ! check STOCKINGS ! Check .... he goes on and on
- âVil-senpai, Iâm really grateful that you have taken your time to help me but donât you think that your dorm also needs help-?â âSHUT UP GRACELESS POTATO we are not getting out this classroom until you learn how to move graciously in those high heels between tables while holding the tray , NOW LETS START AGAINâ
- At the end of the day somehow you have managed to make him happy, the next day you will show all your effort to Vil !
- He comes with Rook, it seems that heâs looking for you with his eyes but when you look back at him you never expect to receive such a gentle and proud look
- âVil/senpa- ! I mean ... âVil-sama !! Welcome âșïžâ you say nervous yet excited to see him there. âGood enough, it looks like even dirty potatoes can turn into princessâ (you are like âwait Iâm the maid here, not a princess đ
â)
- Vil leans forward and puts a string of hair behind you ear and says in a low voice so only you can hear âa really pretty potato indeedâ
- He enters the maid cafe and leaves you blushing in the entrance
- âAre we gonna treat ourselves or what potato ?! â â ah ! Iâm so sorry master !!â
- Vil has a satisfied smile
- He is so grateful that every time he attends councils is via LIVE âcause the moment you said âmaid cafeâ he spilled the beverage he was drinking
- âm-m-m-mAID CAFĂ ?!â He canât believe this is happening, for some seconds he can feel a creepy smile appearing in his face until ...
- âBut how am I going to go to the cafe ?, I can have Ortho going there but knowing him he will focus the camera on desserts and not in (y/n) costume ... NOT THAT IM A CREEP OR SOMETHING Ijustwanttoseearealmaidinaction well is not that sheâs/heâs ârealâ per say but-â
- Ortho is listening to all his mumbling from back his seat
- âOnii-chan đâ
- âAh... what is it Ortho ?â
- âJust go đ â
- It took A LOT from his little brother to convince him to go and look for you
- The day of the festival it was CROWDED as hell and he was sooo grateful that the classroom where you were having the cafe had a window that had a view to one of the gardens
- He was peeking all the movement from the window looking for you, but some minutes passed and he started thinking (what am I thinking ? Obviously sheâs not gonna see me from here ... but entering is NOT an option either ... maybe I just should go-) âIidia-San?â
- You scared the crap out of him, he was lost in thought but thanks to that he didnât go
- âAh! Sorry sorry, Um ... (you remember your character) âiidia-sama, is something the matter ? Why are you out there ?â
- Perhaps Zeus had pity on his soul. You look SO CUTE SO ADORABLE SO SEXY-
- âUh.... no, itâs just ... thereâs a lot of noise insideâ you know about his anxiety and you tell him âwell, doesnât my master want something ? I can bring him anything he desires to this window if Iidia-sama wishesâ
- He just had a nosebleed
- âI-Iidia- sama ?!â âAh ! Sorry .... Um yeah o-one crepe... p-pleaseâ
- He goes back to Ignihyde with a delicious crepe and a memory of you calling him master... but wait a sec...
- âWHY DIDNT I BROUGHT A CAMERA?!?!?!?!â âI ALSO COULD HAVE RECORDED HER/HIS VOICE DAMN IT!!!!â
- maid ... cafe ? This is interesting
- He was processing everything, from the concept and your explanation to all of the reactions that caused in the guys
- (Why were they so shocked ? Well I guess I will have to find out)
- Heâs royalty and everyone calls him âsamaâ all the time, well except from Lilia, so he thinks that a bunch of butlers calling him that again isnât any different ... but you đ€
- How intriguing, you always call him âsenpaiâ or âsanâ ... now this have caught his attention
- His dorm was organizing everything quite well and as usual Diasomnia had really disciplined members so his presence wasnât really that necessary so he went to Lilia and asked him about this âmaid cafesâ
- Lilia knew about the maids but also didnât understand the concept of mixing maids and cafes, but Lilia being the little devil he was he said some ... funny information that could intrigue Malleus
- âThey are humans, but just like pixies they charm every man when they see themâ âcharm them ? But (y/n) is human ... how can she/he charm anyone ?â âHehehe you will understand when you see her/himâ
- The day arrived, and oh yeah, Lilia was right, he was expecting you to be little and with wings, leaving pixie dust behind but no ... it was just you with a strange yet cute little skirt and fluffy sleeves... your eyes looked at him and your little cheeks tainted a light shade of pink ... (what is this ? I canât stop looking at her/him) he was in daze
- âUmm .... Malleus-sama ?â
- âUh .... Iâm sorry, so this is a maid ... you are quite powerfulâ
- â uh.. huâ you just said your lines when you saw him but he didnât seem to have listened to you so you decide to repeat them
- âWelcome back Malleus- sama ! We are so enlightened to receive you !!â
- Again .... heâs dazed , but this time he did hear you, so acting a little weird he enters the cafe, you handle him the menu and explain the recommendations
- You are so nervous trying to remember all your lines that you donât notice it but Malleus is admiring everything about you with loving eyes
- You take his order and go to the kitchen (he honestly doesnât know what the hell he just ordered since he isnât familiar with the dishes but anyway)
- Maybe he doesnât notice himself but heâs looking at you everywhere you go with a little smile on his face
- âMaybe (y/n) has magic after allâ
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Joshua Jackson interview with "Mr Porter" (2021)
Minutes before Mr Joshua Jackson joins me in a booth for a Friday afternoon drink at a vibey hotel bar in Santa Monica, heâs confronted by his past. Or rather, a woman in her early twenties who is binge-watching Dawsonâs Creek, the teen show about a close-knit group of high-school friends coming of age in a sleepy American town, which made Jackson incredibly famous between 1998 and 2003. The series, which also made household names of Ms Michelle Williams and Ms Katie Holmes, went off air 18 years ago, but is now streaming on Netflix, to the bemusement of Jackson, who played lovable rogue Pacey Witter. âThis girl was like, âAre you...?â And Iâm like, âYes, I am. He got old. Iâm sorry to break it to you,ââ he says, before ordering an iced tea and a charcuterie board to tide him over until dinner time. âIt always surprises me when young people say theyâve just got into Dawsonâs Creek. Iâm like, âIs it a costume drama to you? Do you feel like youâre watching a historical documentary?ââ
The idea of a Friends-style reunion episode or a Sex And The City revival feels equally far-fetched to Canadian-born Jackson, now 43 and wearing it well in a pale green linen shirt and tailored linen trousers by Oliver Spencer that complement his fading brown hair and Cali-tanned skin.
âI donât know why youâd want to [bring it back],â he says. âNobody needs to know what those characters are doing in middle age. We left them in a nice place. Nobody needs to see that Paceyâs back hurts. I donât think we need that update.â
And Jackson doesnât need Dawsonâs Creek. From Mr JJ Abramsâ sci-fi series Fringe (2008-2013) to the Golden Globe award-winning The Affair (2014-2019), from Ms Ava DuVernayâs ground-breaking true-crime drama When They See Us (2019) to the recent Ms Reese Witherspoon and Ms Kerry Washington-produced Little Fires Everywhere (2020), he has commanded the small screen â with a collection of dynamic and diverse work â ever since.
His latest role as Mr Christopher Duntsch, the Texas surgeon convicted of gross malpractice when 33 of his patients were left seriously injured after he operated on them and two of them died, in chilling Peacock crime drama Dr Death, is only stepping his career up another gear.
âIâve never played anyone irredeemable before,â says Jackson, who is joined in the eight-part series (based on the 2018 Wondery podcast of the same name) by Messrs Christian Slater and Alec Baldwin. âHe is charming, gregarious and has a high-level intellect, but heâs also a misogynist, probably a sociopath, certainly a narcissist and a complete incompetent who is incapable of seeing himself.â
If Duntsch is terrifying, then Jacksonâs portrayal is even more so. The artist formerly known as Pacey is virtually unrecognisable (thanks to prosthetics) in the opening scene, but the real challenge for Jackson was allowing himself to view someone who is so âspectacularly evilâ as a human being in order to walk in his shoes. âItâs a more damning portrayal of the man to make him into a human being, rather than just make him the bad guy,â he says. âHe really believes heâs the hero, heâs the genius and that heâs the victim, so once I got past my own judgment, all the other things fell into place.â
Jackson might have his pick of stellar roles â and challenges â now, but it has not happened by accident. Take it from someone who has been in the business since landing his first job aged 14 in Disneyâs live-action movie series The Mighty Ducks, opposite Brat Pack alumnus Mr Emilio Estevez.
âYou try to make it look like it happens accidentally,â he says, âbut there is no way to do this and not be ambitious. Iâd say Iâm extremely ambitious because Iâve been doing this cutthroat job for nearly 30 years. Iâm in the pay-off phase of my career now. One of the benefits of surviving for as long as I have is you get to learn from your own mistakes.â
Such as? âI wouldnât say, âI wish I hadnât done that,â because it all becomes bricks in a path, but [after Dawsonâs Creek] I was not choosy enough about the things I was doing. You get stuck. You start trying to perform the performance you think people are hoping to see you do. I was so used to working all the time that I just worked all the time. There was definitely a conscious moment in my mid-twenties when I realised I wasnât really enjoying the work that I was doing. My manager at the time just said, âTake a breath. Youâre burnt out.ââ
The turning point came in 2005, when Jackson was offered a role in the two-hander Mr David Mamet play A Life In The Theatre, opposite Sir Patrick Stewart. âGod bless him, Patrick could have made my life miserable because I had no idea what I was doing, â he says. âI hadnât been on stage since I was a kid and now I was in the West End in over my head. But it reminded me that I actually enjoyed being an actor, that itâs not about the red carpet or travelling around the world. What I really enjoy is working on good material with good people.â
Itâs no surprise Jacksonâs time on Dawsonâs Creek led to a career crisis. From the ages of 19 to 24, he lived with his fellow cast mates in Wilmington, North Carolina, filming day in, day out, in an arrangement he likens to college. âYou get to the end and theyâre like, âHereâs your degree. Go live now. Youâre an adult. Go out into the world,ââ he says.
But most graduates donât have to deal with global fame. âItâs transitory. Youâre only ever cool for a moment and then you become much less cool. I was always pretty dubious about flatterers,â he says, recalling a time he was stung in London in the mid-2000s. âI went on a date in Hyde Park with a woman whose name I will not use â she was socialite-famous â and she was acting completely bizarre, looking over her shoulder the whole time. I came to find out that she had hired a photographer to follow us through the park and gave a whole story to the tabloids about how I was going to meet her family.â
It was his growing fortune, rather than fame, that caused Jackson the most anxiety. âSuddenly, at 19 years old, I was making more in a week than most of my friendsâ parents would make in a year,â he says. âIt was lovely to have the money, but it was that feeling of nobody is worth that kind of money. You feel like a fraud and it took me a long time to forgive myself for not being the thing that I was perceived as.â
Born in Vancouver, but raised in Topanga, California, until he was eight (before moving back to Vancouver following his parentsâ divorce), Jackson bought his childhood home in 2001 and lives in it today with his wife, British Queen & Slim actor Ms Jodie Turner-Smith, and their 15-month-old daughter.
âMy father unfortunately was not a good father or a husband and exited the scene, but that house in Topanga was where everything felt simple, so it was a very healing thing for me to do,â he says. Fast-forward to 2021 and his baby daughter now sleeps in her fatherâs childhood bedroom. âThere was a mural of a dragon on the wall in that room that I couldnât believe was still there, years later. The owner [who sold him the house] said, âI knew it meant a lot to somebody and that they were going to come back for it some day.ââ
Becoming a first-time parent during a pandemic sounds stressful, but it afforded Jackson months at home with his wife and child that his normal work schedule wouldnât have allowed.
âI now recognise how perverse the way that we have set up our society is,â he says. âThere is not a father I know who works a regular job who didnât go back to the office a week later. Itâs robbing that man of the opportunity to bond with his child and spend time with his partner.â
Despite his obvious career ambitions, fatherhood has changed Jacksonâs priorities in âevery possible wayâ, he says. âItâs 100 per cent changed how I approach my work and my life. That has been made so clear to me in this past year. For me to feel good about what Iâm doing day to day, my family has to be the central focus.
âThere are plenty of things left for me to do, but now the thing that gets me excited is experiencing the world through my daughterâs eyes. I canât wait to take her scuba diving. I canât wait to take her skiing. I canât wait to read a great book with her. Iâm not worried at all sheâll be a wallflower. Sheâs been a character from the word go.â
Jackson met Turner-Smith, 34, two days after his 40th birthday. He had been single since his 10-year relationship with German actress Ms Diane Kruger ended in 2016. âI was not looking to fall in love again or meet the mother of my child, but life has other plans for you,â he says.
The couple met at a party. Turner-Smith was wearing the same The Future Is Female Ejaculation T-shirt Ms Tessa Thompsonâs character, Detroit, wears in the 2018 film Sorry To Bother You. âThatâs what I used to break the ice. I shouted, âDetroit!â across the room. Not the smoothest thing Iâve ever done, but it worked. We were pretty much inseparable from the word go. It was a whirlwind romance and I can tell my daughter I literally saw her mother across a room and thought, âI have to be next to this woman.ââ
A self-confessed âuselessâ shopper, Jackson gives his wife full credit for his current wardrobe. He is jewellery-free, apart from a wedding band and a gold signet âJJâ ring on his little finger (a present from his wife), and discovered tailored sweatsuits (by Stampd and Reigning Champ) in the pandemic.
âJodie has influence in the way that a wonderful wife encourages you, through love, to dress well. She was like, âWeâre going to throw away all the sweatpants from your past and Iâm going to get you some that actually make you look like an adult male and you will still feel comfortable around the house,â and Iâm like, âWhat an amazing idea!â Who knew you could get sweatsuits that actually look good on your body?â
Jacksonâs style has evolved, he says, âfrom slovenly teen to itâs-nice-when-your-clothes-actually-fit-youâ. The penny dropped after he auditioned for his former co-star Estevez, who was directing the 2006 Mr Robert Kennedy biopic Bobby. He said to me, âYou only got this job because I know you. You came in here to play a very well-put together 1960s political operative and youâre wearing jeans and a hoodie.â
âI had to grow up a little bit. We are very much raised in Canada to never, ever show off, so it took me a while to recognise itâs OK to look good when you go out.â
Still, when youâve grown up in front of the camera, âevery pimple literally documentedâ, and lived (very successfully) to tell the tale, you can probably be forgiven for the odd fashion faux pas.
âI wore a silk Ascot to an event once in Paris and I still have nightmares about it,â he says. âI looked like Fred from Scooby Doo, but you live and learn.â
#joshua jackson#interviews#jodie turner smith#dawson's creek#dr death#fringe#emilio estevez#mr porter#patrick stewart#michelle williams#katie holmes
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I Only Swim Free: Chapter 1
Pairing: Bela Dimitrescu x (Fem!)Reader
Summary: Youâve done swimming all your life. Youâve gotten to your dream college on a scholarship for your outstanding freestyle technique back in high school. Relationships never crossed your mind however, that was before you met your swim team captain: Bela Dimitrescu.
Warning: Awkwardness, fluff; not really warnings but might as well leave them here
A/N: Another original idea from @su-lilly-reblogs because Iâm running out of ideas to make stories for our lovely women. Also, this is a series! Originally this was going to be a one-story thing however, I was moving for this to be a series! So, Enjoy!
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You step out into the floor, all eyes become glued onto you. Although youâve felt confident in the beginning when you got your acceptance letter and scholarship to attend your dream college and get accepted into the 5-time state champion swim team. What you didnât expect was your captain.Â
âY/n Y/l/n,â she smiles, âBela Dimitrescu, captain of the Dimitrescu University Swim Team. They told me that weâre getting a rookie. Iâm impressed you got a scholarship too.â
âWell, great to be here,â You lightly chuckle, trying to not gawk too much
âBela you should have her do initiation,â one of the team members says
All of the other current members began agreeing to the idea as well.
Your heart dropped.Â
Initiation? Why havenât I heard about this one? Is it one of those kinds where itâll just catch you off guard?Â
âOh donât worry little dolphin,â Bela smiles, taking notice of your change in expression
âItâs just where you show off your swimming skills,â another one of the members call out, âNothing to worry about! If you got a scholarship for this, then you must be one of the best swimmers back in high school!â
Oh, well that helps a lot.. But in front of all of these really experienced college-level swimmers? Especially in front of the captain? Gah... Guess I have no choice... Plus, I wasnât one of the best swimmers in high school.
You place your swim bag onto the bench closest to you, however, reaching into it to grab your swim cap and goggles. You put your swim cap on and begin walking toward one of the stands to leap off of to initiate your swimming style.
âSo, whatâs your swimming style?â another member asks you
âI only swim free,â You say, monotonous, getting up onto the stand.
Iâve never heard of one of my girls saying she only swims free... Sheâs already impressive.
Bela smiles slightly.Â
âJust do three laps y/n, ready,â Bela announces
Bela watches you lift your butt toward her. Bela begins blushing.Â
Girlâs ripped... God what am I thinking?!
A beep sound goes off and you launch yourself into the water. With ease, your form dives into the water with no resistance. One stroke after the other, Bela watches in awe as your muscles flex each time you lift them above the water. The girls watched you in amazement as to how fast you were able to move in the water, despite how the water would often move against your body whilst swimming.
Impress them y/n. Youâre almost there...
You could feel your lungs beginning to burn as you were halfway back around the third lap.
Go beyond your limit y/n....
Your palm plants itself along the wall of where you launched yourself. You take in a deep breath as you almost ran out on the last stretch. You remove your goggles from your eyes and look up; Bela holding out her hand towards you. You grab onto it as she helps you out of the pool.
âThat was insane y/n, howâd you do it?â One of the team members asks
âIâve swam all my life,â You say, chuckling, âAlso, my family helped me build muscle for it.â
You look around and your eyes land on Bela, coincidentally hers land on you as well. She gives you a wink before she begins walking away, approaching whom you believed was the coach. You think nothing of it before youâre dragged back further into the pool area by everyone else. You just answer as many questions as you can.
âI also swim freestyle but I donât think Iâd ever be able to swim that fast,â One member states
âWell, Iâm not sure how much I can tell you, because itâs also in your willpower to tell yourself to keep going,â You add
âOkay okay give our rookie some air,â the coach comes along, âIâm coach Donna Beneviento. I welcome you to the Dimitrescu University Swim Team. Practice begins tomorrow at 6pm sharp. We practice every Monday and Thursday, same time.â
After practice, your new teammates had made their leave to deal with the academic aspect of college. You step out of the changing room in front of the shower in some shorts and a sports bra. However, right from across you Bela steps out of the shower as well; only wrapped in a towel. You feel your cheeks heat up before the both of you had to forcefully look away from each other. However, you couldnât help but catch one more glance. You didnât want to help it at all though.Â
âS-sorry Captain,â You say, walking yourself over to the mirrors
"Bela,â she says, âItâs after practice. You may call me Bela after practice.â
âYou sure?â you ask, scuffing your hair to look slightly messy
From the mirrorâs reflection, you, again couldnât help but look up to admire Belaâs figure however, you didnât realize that she had let her towel fall to her ankles. So you were basically seeing her bare naked.
âOh my god!â You yell, startling Bela
âWhat?!â She asks, turning to look at you through the mirror
âIâm sorry,â You clear your throat, trying to not make eye contact with her, âI thought I saw something on the mirror.â
You try your best to hide your deep red cheeks from Belaâs view.
âHave you never seen a naked woman?â She asks, finally slipping on some of her clothing
âNot-not really,â You stutter
âHope that was a good show for you,â Bela teases
Oh shit... She knew I looked at her naked arse didnât she?...
âShit,â Bela growls
âWhatâs the matter?â You ask her, turning to her, finally getting the oxygen you needed to breathe when you noticed her having clothing on
âI thought I packed a hoodie,â She sighs
Your hand immediately dives into your duffle bag and you managed to pull out a hoodie from it.
âSee if thisâll fit,â You say, âIf it fits, itâs yours.â
You watch her take your band hoodie and put it over her. It was slightly bigger on her however you couldnât help but crack a smile.Â
âWhat?â Bela smiles, hoisting her backpack over her shoulder
âN-nothing,â You clear your throat once more, âYou look good in it is all.â
âYou think so?â Bela asks, blushing
âFor sure,â You smile
The both of you exit the locker room and begin making your way out to the parking lot.Â
âHey, can I ask you a weird question?â Bela asks
âSure,â You say
âHow did you get so ripped?â She asks
âOh- I- uhhh...â You begin
Bela giggles at your response to her compliment.
âI- perks of having your family own a gym,â You say, âThey practically trained me since wanting to do swimming. If you want to work out with me sometime, I could pull some strings and get you to be a guest with my membership. If thatâs something youâd be interested in.â
âIâd like that sometime y/n,â Bela smiles
âBy the way, would you wat to- I donât know- maybe-â
Before you could finish your question, a car pulls up in front of the both of you. You watch the window roll down and see a male in the driverâs seat.Â
âHey babe,â He says, smiling, âWhoâs the kid?â
âSheâs the newest member to our swim team,â She says, getting into the passenger seat, âHey, Iâll see you tomorrow after classes y/n.â
Your heart sank as you watched the car drive off... After all of that flirting with her in the locker room...Â
If she has a boyfriend.... Then what the absolute hell was that in the locker room?Â
However, you donât linger on it as you get into your own vehicle. Although you had just gotten out of a long practice day, you hook up your music to your carâs radio and input directions to where your family runs the gym you had mentioned to Bela. Surprisingly, the gym your family runs is 10 minutes out of the campus.
âHey kiddo,â Your dad says as he watches you enter the gym, âHow was your first day of practice?âÂ
âOh, it was great,â You exaggerate, âEveryone was kind of impressed with my swimming technique. I guess those training sessions with you are beginning to pay off pops.â
âSee,â He says, smiling, âAre you going to be home for dinner tonight?âÂ
âNo, I gotta head back to my apartment after this one,â You reply, âI want to get ready for my first day of classes tomorrow.â
You had managed to find an apartment close to campus that was affordable. you werenât about to find a roommate and live in a building with shitty water supply.
âFair enough,â He says, âWell, help yourself kiddo. Gymâs nearly empty today.â
He was right; at most there was five people in the entirety of the gym. Normally, it would nearly be packed. You just assumed people had lives outside of the gym. You did too, but you felt something in you that you did not enjoy feeling. You began punching the life out of a punching bag, hoping it would get your frustrations out.
Are we jealous? Why? She has a boyfriend, you shouldnât be complaining.
You were also confused, why Bela had given you âa showâ in the locker room, talking to you nearly all of practice.... You were a rookie and she was the Captain...Â
When you had finished your workout, you went back to your apartment. You decided to make a late night snack as you felt famished after workout. You put in your earbuds to try and get your thoughts away from your encounter with Belaâs boyfriend earlier.
âShowerâ - Crimson Apple
It gave you a nice chill evening vibe. However, although it helped very little, you still couldnât help but be confused on what happened to you earlier today. However, once you looked at the time, you finish up your small meal and head off to bed, hoping the dayâs classes are able to get your mind off of your confused self.Â
Throughout the day, you could only think about what happened yesterday between you and Bela in the locker room through your music. You also couldnât wait to get in the water after your classes, as the song you were listening to was used in a Swimming sport-themed anime.
âSplash Freeâ - Style5
You cross the street and come across a castle-like building.
âIs this- the art building?â You ask yourself, âMy lord this place is gigantic.â
As you enter the building, you were in awe, even the interior was regal. However, with some modern modifications. Like the elevator, you press the upward arrow button and the elevator doors open. You step in and press the number â4âČ, hence you were going to the fourth floor. Your major is Photography with a minor in Asian studies, concentration in Japanese. As you get out of the elevator, you begin heading to your last class of the day. You were more of a morning person. Thus, you had all of your classes before 6pm.Â
Chapter 2
#bela dimitrescu#bela dimitrescu x reader#bela is my wife#daniela dimitrescu#cassandra dimitrescu#alcina dimitrescu#resident evil village
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