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fallinforgyu · 10 months ago

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pairing: mingi/fem!reader

genre: childhood best friends to lovers, college au, angst, smut - minors do NOT interact

warnings: no dom/sub dynamic, unrequited love, mutual loss of virginity, mingi has a massive cock, fingering, oral sex (f. recieving)

word count: 10k

a/n: i want to be honest with you guys, this is not a comeback. this is just a little fic that i’ve been working on for the past year or so that has brought me a lot of comfort, and i hope that it can do the same for you. i’m not sure if i’ll ever be active on this blog like i used to be, but please know that i will always be a writer and i will always read every single comment, reblog, and note that is sent to me. thank you for being my readers. i love you all so so dearly <3

“Hey, Mingi,” Yunho asked, staring at his distorted reflection in the back of a flimsy dining hall spoon, “Have you ever eaten a girl out before?”

“W-What the fuck?” Mingi choked on his homemade sandwich. “Why would you ask me that?”

“Because I want to go down on my girl on our next date…” he dropped the spoon on his tray, frowning as it clanged. “We’ve already fucked but I think it’ll be a nice way to show her I really care, you know? But I’ve never done it before.”

“Wait-” Mingi dropped his voice to a whisper, leaning forward across the table. “You’ve had sex before?”

“You haven’t?” Yunho grinned.

“Of course I haven’t, asshole! Why didn’t you tell me?”

Yunho shrugged. “Guess I just didn’t think it was that important. What time’s your next class?”

“I’m done with classes for the day,” Mingi crumbled the tin foil that previously held his sandwich into a ball. “Yours is at 2:30, right?”

The older boy nodded and the two stood up, making their way to the nearest trash can.

“Besides,” Yunho placed his tray on top of a growing stack of them while Mingi threw away his brown paper bag. “I thought you would’ve already fucked that girl you’re always with by now. What was her name again?”

Mingi’s eyes widened as your name slipped past Yunho’s lips. “Sh!” he hissed, looking over his shoulder. “I told you to stop asking about her. She doesn’t like me like that.”

“But you haven’t even tried!”

“Yes, I have!”

“Giving her a warm Tootsie Roll that had been sitting in your pocket all day does not count as trying.”

“But I gave it to her on Valentine’s Day!” Mingi whined. “That counts for something, right?”

He reluctantly met Yunho’s eyes, groaning when he saw his friend’s lips pressed into a thin line and his head shaking.

“You’ve gotta just tell her, dude. You’re never gonna know if you don’t try.”

He knew Yunho was right. If he ever wanted anything to change, he’d have to talk to you. Otherwise, he’d spend his entire life wondering what would’ve happened if he would’ve just had the balls to tell you.

He’d do it today, he decided, when he met you at your usual spot to walk back to your dorms together. That way, he could just run home if you said you didn’t feel the same way! Perfect plan.

Mingi wiped his hands on his pants as he walked to your usual meeting spot, attempting to calm himself down and hype himself up at the same time.

He was really going to do it now; he was going to spill his heart out and hope that you somehow ended up in his arms. He’d start with how he’d loved you since you were kids when you took swim lessons with him at the community pool. You jumped right in the water when he was too afraid to duck his head underneath, and he remembered wanting to be brave like you. He loved you in middle school when you noticed him struggling with his math homework and offered to help. He loved you when you introduced him to Yunho, your friend from the student council who would end up becoming his best friend. And he loved you two years later, when he read your summer reading book aloud to you because staring at the pages made you sleepy.

He loved you last year when you went to prom together, even when you made a point of announcing to the rest of your group that the two of you were “Just really good friends.”

Oh, well. He loved you when he gave you that Tootsie Roll three months ago, too.

And he loved you now, when he approached you slowly and timidly, waving his hand to get you to look up from your phone.

“Oh, hi,” you grinned, pulling the earbuds out of your ears.

“Hi,” he smiled.

“How was… how was your day?” You asked the same question you always asked when you saw him, but it sounded different this time. It was like an exhale; Like you were breathing the words instead of speaking them. If he didn’t know better, he would’ve thought you were nervous.

“Good,” he nodded, gripping the straps of his backpack.

“Good!” You repeated, clasping your hands together. “So…”

He braced himself to say it. I’m in love with you. I have been ever since we were kids. I don’t want to be your friend, I want to kiss you.

But you spoke first, and you said, “I think we should have sex.”

He thought that he was having a stroke. He thought that you were having a stroke. “W-what did you say?”

“Hear me out,” you waved your hands and closed your eyes. “We’re the last virgins in our friend group, right? And everyone thinks we’ve already fucked, anyway. So we could just do it together and get it over with so that it’s not as big of a deal when we do it with other people!”

“I don’t…” His face felt like it was on fire. His stomach burned, and his palms were even sweatier than before. Get it over with?

You sighed. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have dumped that on you so fast. I’ve just been thinking about it for a few weeks now, and…”

Your voice turned into a murmur in the back of his mind as he analyzed your words. Been thinking about it for weeks now? Thinking about…

“But you don’t have to decide now, okay? I just wanted to see if you would be up for it.”

He slowly blinked and nodded back like an idiot. “O-okay. Yeah, I’ll think about it.”

You nudged his shoulder with yours as you stood up to walk home with him, down the streets of the campus that had been home to you for the past nine months. “And there’s no pressure, alright? You can say I’m gross and you see me like a sister and I won’t be mad,” you laughed.

You’re beautiful. I want you to be my girlfriend.

“I’ll think about it,” he repeated.

“Cool,” you nodded. “How’d that stats test go?”

You felt sick when you tried to go to sleep that night, nauseated with the thought that you might’ve just ruined everything.

You didn’t mean for it to come out so fast. You didn’t mean to make him embarrassed. You only meant to present the idea to him; a sort of business proposal that would benefit the both of you before you went back home for the summer.

None of your friends were virgins anymore. Only you and Mingi were left, and you’d known each other the longest, anyway.

You turned in bed to stare at the pictures of the two of you taped to the collage on your wall. He stood next to you in a cheap rental tuxedo at prom, his mouth pulled into a gummy smile and his arm linked with yours. In another picture, he stood three inches away from you at your middle school graduation, a reminder of the awkward phase the two of you went through when you realized that he was a boy and you were a girl.

But there were pictures from before that time, too, like the one of the two of you covered in nasty, artificially-colored green frosting from the cake at Mingi’s Incredible Hulk-themed birthday party in 2005. Or the two of you dressed up as Cosmo and Wanda from Fairly Odd Parents for Halloween in fourth grade.

Your oldest friend. The person who’d seen you through every phase of your life – even your emo phase in seventh grade – and stuck by you nonetheless.

You thought of his full lips and his broad shoulders, his big hands. He was handsome, there was absolutely no arguing that, but he was also kind and gentle and sweet. He was always the first to notice when something was wrong and the last to believe you when you told him you were fine.

Being his lover would be amazing, but not if it meant you couldn’t be his friend anymore. You wouldn’t fall unless he asked you to because losing him wasn’t an option.

You’d tell him tomorrow to forget it. That it was stupid, and you changed your mind.

Mingi told Yunho about it at lunch the next day.

“She talked to me yesterday,” he mumbled, picking the peel off of a clementine.

“And? What’d she say?” Yunho leaned forward, anticipating Mingi’s answer.

“She wants to fuck me.”

Yunho let out a laugh of disbelief. “Don’t play with me right now.”

“She does! She said, and I quote, ‘I think we should have sex.’”

“Well,” Yunho chuffed, “There you go, buddy! I told you all you had to do was talk to her!”

Mingi knew he didn’t really talk to you. He knew he just listened (well, half-listened, half daydreamed about what losing his virginity to you would be like) while you gabbed on about how it was a win-win situation.

But Yunho seemed so happy… No, proud of him. His validation made Mingi feel good – like this was the right decision.

“So, when are you going to do it?” Yunho squeezed a gluttonous amount of ketchup on his dry chicken patty.

Mingi stared at his Ziploc bag of slightly brown apple slices. “Well… I haven’t really told her I’d do it yet.”

“What? Why not?”

“I just didn’t know if it was right…”

“The girl that you’ve been in love with since you were a kid wants to give you her virginity and take yours at the same time, and you don’t know if it’s right?”

Mingi smiled. “Yeah… I know.”

“Tell her today. I bet you’ll do it before you go home for the summer if you tell her today.”

“Okay, yeah.” Mingi nodded, feeling more sure of himself. “I’ll tell her today.”

You had headphones in when you waited for Mingi after school, but you weren’t listening to any music. There was already too much buzzing around in your head, and music would only overwhelm you even more.

You chewed on your nailbeds and rehearsed your script in your head. Hey, I was way off base yesterday. That was weird and I shouldn’t have put you on the spot like that. Let’s just pretend it never happened and enjoy the summer, okay?

You saw his sneakers first. They were clean, exactly how they looked when he bought them four months ago.

He was smiling when you looked up.

“Let’s do it.”

“Wait… really?” You tilted your head to the side, trying not to stare at his lips.

“Yeah. You were right, it just makes sense for us to do it together.” His cheeks were pink.

You slowly nodded, trying to convince yourself that it was a good idea again. “Right. Yeah… yeah, it makes sense.” You clapped your hands together. “Well! It’s settled then! Is Yunho leaving town anytime soon?”

“I don’t… I don’t think so?”

You stood up to begin your walk home, and Mingi followed suit.

“Well,” you sighed. “My roommates are probably home, but we should be fine if we’re quiet.”

Mingi stumbled a bit as he walked. “Wait, we’re doing this right now? Like, literally right now?”

“No!” you turned your head towards him as you spoke, but you didn’t look him in the eye. “But don’t you think we should do other stuff first? And like… work up to the big thing?”

“Other stuff?”

“Just to warm us up. You know, so it won’t be as scary when we…” You pictured Mingi naked and on top of you, his eyebrows furrowed and his pretty lips parted in a moan. You cleared your throat. “You know.”

“O-okay,” he nodded. “Okay, yeah.”

Mingi sat on your bed with his hands tucked underneath his thighs to hide how badly they were shaking. He looked around the room, jealous of your full-size bed. He and Yunho were in a shared room dorm, and his feet always hung off the end of his twin mattress.

Meanwhile, you scrolled through your phone to find a good playlist. You hit shuffle on the first one that suited your taste and a familiar song tumbled out of your cheap Bluetooth speaker.

“You’ve kissed someone before, right?” You put your phone on your desk and walked to your bed.

“Yes,” he nodded.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Who?”

He squirmed, adjusting his hands under his thighs. “My lab partner in ninth grade. She felt me up under the bleachers.” I was thinking about you the whole time, his internal monologue chimed in, the words never making it past his lips.

“Gross,” you laughed, sitting on your bed. “Just let me lead, okay? Try to mirror what I do.”

You reached up to hold his jaw, and his entire body stiffened.

“Hey.” You waved your hand in front of his face. “Don’t be nervous, Ming. It’s just me. We don’t have to do this if you don’t want t–”

“I want to!” He interrupted. “Please. I really want to. I’m just nervous.”

You rested both your hands on his shoulders. “It’s just me,” you repeated. “The same me that I’ve always been.”

Yeah, he thought, that’s the problem.

“Just follow my lead.” You gave him an encouraging smile, which he weakly returned. “It’ll be fun, okay?”

Mingi nodded, closed his eyes, and held his breath. A few seconds later, he felt your lips against his, and they were even softer than he imagined. He was sure that his were chapped, and he regretted not wearing lip balm more often like his mom always told him to.

“See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

He opened his eyes at the sound of your voice and gave you a tiny shake of his head.

“Do you want another one?” You smiled.

“Yes, please,” he whispered.

You kissed him again, a little bit longer this time. Your lips naturally slotted with his, and butterflies filled his tummy when you rested your hand on his thigh.

And then your lips parted. He wasn’t sure what to do other than follow your lead like you’d told him to, so he let his lips part, as well.

His breath caught in his throat when your hand slid down to his neck. He barely had time to recover before you slipped your tongue in his mouth, playful and teasing and light.

“O-oh,” he breathed, a shiver running through his body.

“How was that?”

“Good. I liked… I liked the part when you used your tongue.”

“Shut up,” you laughed. “You wanna… keep going?”

“Yes,” he nodded.

And that was how Mingi had his first makeout session with his childhood best friend. He tried to keep his whimpers to a minimum, but it was hard to when your kisses progressively got more heated. Your tongue in his mouth was unlike anything he’d ever felt before, and he blushed at your giggle when he tried to mirror your movements.

“Such a fast learner, Ming.”

“T-thanks…”

“You know you can touch me, right? You don’t have to sit on your hands.”

He looked down, completely unaware that his hands were still tucked underneath his thighs. They were both numb now, and they tingled when he pulled them up. He flexed and relaxed them to get his blood flowing again.

“I’ve never…” he whispered, “I’m sorry. I don’t- I don’t know where to touch.”

You gave him a smile laced with what might have been pity and took his big hand in yours, moving it to rest on your hip.

“What about the other one?” He whispered, even quieter than before.

And then you were lifting his other hand and placing it on your cheek. His breath caught in his throat again.

It’s strange to truly look at someone whose face has always been a constant in your life. You looked different, but also the same. People change, but they don’t.

Mingi was sure of one thing: your face was the most beautiful he’d ever seen. He liked it ten years ago, and he liked it now.

He kissed you first the next time. And since he’d gotten a little more confident, he let his lips part and used his tongue first, too. He kept his hands where you’d placed them and you kept yours around his neck. You kissed and kissed and kissed, and for now, that was enough.

It didn’t stay enough for long. You and Mingi practically ran to your dorm after school every day, barely taking time to breathe before attaching your mouths together once your door was shut. Your obsession with Mingi’s lips had only grown since you started spending most of your free time kissing them.

His hands were nice, too. They’d gotten a little bit more curious since that day, sometimes giving your hip a gentle squeeze or moving up to your waist while he kissed you. Any noise you’d make would immediately be met with a “sorry” – a constant reminder that no matter how attractive the boy you were making out with was, he was still just the same old Mingi.

And the little reactions he’d make were precious. He’d gasp when you touched his thighs, he’d hum when you stroked his neck, he’d whimper when you took his plump bottom lip between your teeth. The more you worked him up, the luckier you felt to have been the only person to have ever seen him like this.

You wondered how that could be while you sucked his lips. Plenty of girls had crushed on Mingi over the years. You knew because they’d always ask you if you were his girlfriend before they tried to confess to him. No matter how many times you told them you weren’t, he never ended up dating any of them.

You detached from his lips with a smack. “Mingi?”

“Mm?” He blinked, eyes slightly glazed over and lips swollen from kisses.

“Why haven’t you had a girlfriend before?”

His eyes widened for a split second, and he tried to cover it up by blinking a few times. “Uh… just never met the right person, I guess.”

“But girls have been throwing themselves at you for years… You didn’t ever want to try anything with them?”

“Guess I just wanted to wait for someone that I really…” he swallowed. “Trust.”

That made sense. The thought of doing all of these things with a stranger was horrifying, but you felt safe with Mingi. You smiled, kissing the corner of his mouth.

“I trust you too, Ming. Wanna try something new?”

“O-okay, yeah.”

You tapped his shoulder twice. “Lay down.”

Like a puppy who’d just been given a command, he lowered himself against your pillows, swinging his legs up so he was laying on the bed. You swung a leg over his hips to straddle them, and his eyes immediately widened.

You’d never really taken time to admire how pretty Mingi was. His chest, which was more toned than you’d realized, was swelling and deflating as he attempted to stabilize his breathing. His Adam’s apple dipped as he swallowed, and you’d be stupid to not notice the way his thick thighs tensed and relaxed underneath his black jeans.

And then you leaned down, hovering over him to study his face. You ran your thumb over his sharp jaw as you took in his other features; The same darkness in his eyes that wasn’t mysterious, but warm and inviting. The straight line of his nose, the pointed tip of it. The birthmark under his eye, the one on his cheek, the acne scars that dotted his cheeks like stars. Those fucking lips.

Mingi was really fucking cute. Had he always been?

You kissed him again, smiling when a little whimper escaped his lips.

“Cute,” you mumbled, unaware that the word had left your mouth until it was too late.

Or maybe it was a good thing that you said it. Mingi’s response was enough to make you think that, at least. He moaned again, louder this time, as he pushed his hips forward against yours.

Mingi always got hard during your makeout sessions, but you always pretended not to notice to spare him from any embarrassment. However, pretending not to notice was incredibly difficult with his bulge grinding against your heat.

He moaned at the stimulation, but quickly interrupted himself. “Ooh-sorry! I’m so sorry, that wasn’t on purpo–”

You clapped a hand over his mouth. “I told you we have to be quiet.”

He nodded, eyes wide as your hand stayed pressed to his mouth. You slid it down to rest on his chest when you whispered in his ear. “Don’t be sorry. That’s what I wanted to try.”

You pushed and pulled your hips against his erection again in one experimental thrust, grinning when his eyes screwed shut and his lips pressed together. You cupped his face to guide his lips to yours again.

It was as uncoordinated as two virgins could be. Though your lips easily moved together from a week of practice, neither of your hips were skilled enough to set any sort of rhythm. You just desperately grabbed at each other, groping and humping and kissing like your lives depended on it.

Soon, you could feel your soaking panties uncomfortably sticking to your core. The fabric gave you the tiniest bit of stimulation, dragging against your clit and ever-so-slightly teasing you. And the boy underneath you was driving you insane, with his messy kisses and his tiny groans.

You didn’t know what the end goal was, but you knew that it felt better when you grinded your hips faster, so that’s what you did.

“Ah-” You silenced Mingi’s moan by pressing your mouth to his again, sighing as he hummed against your lips.

And then he whimpered your name. He’d said your name a thousand times before, but he’d never said it like this. Like it was a cry for help, a desperate plea for something. The sound fueled the fire of your desperation as you continued moving your hips, hoping to God that he’d say it again.

And he did. You attached your lips to his neck and he whined your name once more, followed by a tiny breath of, “O-oh, god…”

His little sounds were getting better and better. Your name slipped past his lips between breathy whimpers and choked hums, and you kept licking and sucking his neck while you grinded your clothed, soaking pussy against his painfully hard, just as clothed dick.

Finally, you took pity on the poor thing. His moans were getting increasingly desperate, and you could tell that he was doing everything in his power to keep them quiet. You hovered your lips directly over his ear.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“A-ah-mph!” He squeezed his eyes shut as he writhed on the bed, pressing his hand to his mouth to keep his pathetic noises in. His whole body was shaking when you sat up.

A wet patch on the crotch of his jeans made the dark fabric even darker, and a horrified expression washed over his face as your eyes immediately landed on it. If he would’ve looked between your legs, he would’ve noticed that your shorts were just as soaked, but he didn’t. He only saw your dumbfounded expression as you tried to figure out what you were supposed to say. All that came out was, “D-did you just…?”

You just made a boy cum. From kissing. This had to have been the best day of your life.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed, pushing you off of him. He immediately stood up, locating his jacket on your desk and holding it in front of his pants as he slid his bag over his shoulder. “I’m… I’m sorry.” He looked down the whole time, never letting his eyes meet yours as he slipped his way out of your bedroom door.

“Mingi!” you called two seconds too late. “You’re not going to–”

You sighed, letting your voice get quiet. “Help me?”

He didn’t come back, leaving you with soaking panties and an unsatiated pulsing between your legs that wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

You texted him the next morning.

It’s not a big deal, Ming. Do you want to come over?

He didn’t respond. You went the whole weekend without hearing from him, and even when you waited for him at your usual spot on Monday, he didn’t show. You sent him another text.

Stop being stupid. I miss you.

He didn’t respond to that, either. By Tuesday, you were so anxious to see him that you waited outside his lecture hall after his morning class, scanning the crowd of faces for him. He wasn’t difficult to find; his tall frame easily distinguished him from the rest of the crowd, even with his shoulders slouched. He made eye contact with you and immediately put his head down, walking faster.

“Mingi!” You yelled, weaving through the crowd to follow him.

His pace quickened, his long legs carrying him out of the brick building and through the grassy common area, skillfully dodging flying frisbees and strategically-hung Enos.

“Mingi! This…” you panted. “This isn’t fair! Your legs are longer than mine!”

He flinched with each call of his name, but he didn’t turn around. He didn’t slow down. You picked up your pace to a jog, huffing as you tried to catch up to him. “MINGI! Stop fucking ignoring me!”

After quickening your steps to a borderline sprint, you finally got close enough to grab the handle of his backpack, yanking him backwards and causing both of you to collapse on the lawn in the process.

“Ow…” he whined, rubbing his butt and attempting to brush grass off of it.

“You…” you breathed. “You fucking suck. Why aren’t you talking to me?”

“W-What do you want me to say? What the hell am I supposed to say after humiliating myself like that?”

“I told you it wasn’t a big deal, stupid! I wanted to make you feel good!”

His ears burned as he looked at you with wide eyes, a mixture of embarrassment and shock painting his face.

“And you… you didn’t even stay and help me. I was more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life, and you just got up and left! Right after I helped you finish! Who the fuck does that?”

“I…” he breathed, trying not to pass out. He made you more turned on than you’d ever been in your life? “I didn’t think you wanted me to…”

“You didn’t think I wanted to feel good, too?”

“No!” he stammered, “No, I just… I didn’t think, I mean, I thought you would think I was gross.”

You sighed, rubbing your temples. “Mingi, the entire point of having sex is to feel good. I didn’t think you were gross, I was jealous of you.”

And see, that was where he fundamentally disagreed with you. As far as Mingi was concerned, the entire point of having sex was to be intimate with someone you love. Feeling good was just a bonus.

He loved you so fucking much. Knowing that you didn’t feel the same way about him made his chest physically ache, but he knew that you needed him, and that was more than he could have hoped for. If you didn’t love him, at least you could love the way he made you feel.

“I’ll make it up to you next time,” he assured you. “I promise I’m gonna make you feel good.”

Your smile reappeared, and he felt like he’d been hit by a train.

“Yeah,” you laughed, punching his shoulder. “You better. Wanna try that new boba place?”

The boba was mid, but it was nice to just be in Mingi’s presence again. He crumpled his straw wrapper as he told you about his weekend, how his mom’s birthday was coming up, and how things were getting more serious between Yunho and his girlfriend.

You liked the sound of his voice. You remembered when it used to crack all the time in middle school, but it had since balanced out into a smooth baritone, cascading your ears in warmth.

“Are you listening to me?”

“What? Yes.”

“No, you’re not,” he scoffed. ”You’ve been staring at my lips for the past five minutes.”

“Yeah, because you have foam on them.”

He immediately wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his ears flushing a bright red as he mumbled a disingenuous “fuck you.”

The foam was only a scapegoat. You both knew how much you loved his lips.

“Speaking of fuck you…” You shifted in your metal chair. “When… when are we going to… you know…”

“What?”

“You know…” You looked to the side, your eyes widening.

His heartrate doubled. “Oh. Um… I don’t know. Was there… did you have a specific time in mind?”

“Sorry, didn’t realize I needed to make an appointment,” you laughed. “I don’t know. I just… I want to. Soon.”

He remembered your words. Get it over with.

“Okay,” he nodded. “We can. Soon.”

You picked up his hand that was resting on the table to play with his fingers, pinching them between your smaller ones while you chewed on a ball of sweet tapioca.

He swallowed and watched you, his eyes glazing over. I love you, I love you, I love you.

Your stomach dropped a bit when you met his starry eyes. You didn’t know why.

Two days later and you had Mingi underneath you again, his hands gripping your waist while you sucked on those perfect lips.

“Gonna make you feel good this time…” he whispered, trying to catch his breath between your feverish kisses. “Promise.”

You just rested your hand on the back of his neck and sighed.

“Can I… Is it okay if I take your shirt off?” He asked, his face a deep shade of red.

“Yeah,” you breathed. “It’s okay.”

But he didn’t move, so you tugged on the hem of your shirt and lifted it off yourself. His breath caught in his throat when he saw your half-naked torso, covered by nothing but a slightly too tight purple bra that you got on clearance a few years ago.

He shakily brushed a fingertip over the little bow in the center of it.

Your face felt so hot you were sure water would boil if someone rested a pot on your cheek.

“Can you… take your shirt off, too? This feels weird.” You covered your torso with your arms.

“O-oh, yeah,” he nodded. “I’m sorry. Yeah.”

You scooted back so that he could sit up, his trembling hands lifting his shirt over his head.

His chest was flushed red. That was the first thing you noticed. And his belly was lean, but also soft and smooth, puffing and deflating with his shallow breath.

You rested a hand on his chest to feel his heartbeat. He just watched you.

“We’re not kids anymore…” you whispered. There was a sad tone to your words, almost as if you were grieving.

“No,” Mingi shook his head, his voice barely audible. “We’re not.”

It was a beautifully horrifying realization. The kid you used to make mud soup with was a man now, and he was touching you like you’d never been touched before.

You kissed him then. To comfort him, to comfort yourself, to be closer to the person who already knew you better than anyone in the universe.

You unclasped your bra and just let it loosely rest on top of your chest.

“Hey,” Mingi whispered, “Just me, remember?”

Right. Just Mingi.

You tossed your bra to the side, instinctively covering your boobs with your hands.

“Please…” Mingi placed his hands over yours. “I want to see you.”

He sighed when you removed your hands, just as slowly.

“Pretty…” he mumbled. “Is it okay if I touch you?”

You nodded and he ran his hands over the lines on your sides where your bra had been digging into your skin. You cursed yourself for not buying a new one before this. Maybe he’d like one of those silk push-up bras you always saw your friends wearing, or perhaps one of those flimsy lace bralettes that you saw in the windows at Victoria’s Secret last week.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, and the insecurity in your stomach almost vanished completely. Almost.

He leaned forward, cupping one of your tits in his huge hand and gently kissing the other. You gasped when you felt his wet tongue drag across your nipple, and he looked up at you for reassurance while you laced your fingers through his hair.

“Does that feel good?”

“Yes,” you breathed. “Y-yeah, that feels good….”

He gently latched his mouth to your nipple, sucking and then running his soft tongue over the flesh to soothe it. You didn’t mean to, but you arched your back, and his free hand found a place in the dip of your waist.

You subconsciously tugged on his hair as he sucked your other nipple. He worshipped your tits, kissing, sucking, and licking them while you quietly moaned, grinding against his erection. You wanted to let him continue all night, but soon, the pulsing between your thighs started to become unbearable.

“Ming… need you to fuck me,” you whispered. “Please.”

He pulled back a bit, his plump lips glossy and his adam’s apple dipping as he swallowed.

“Okay.”

He didn’t move and you didn’t, either. You just looked at each other, breathing heavy though you’d hardly done anything yet.

“... Nobody’s ever seen me naked before,” he said under his breath.

You shook your head. “Me neither.”

He kissed you again, but it was really just so that you wouldn’t watch him while he took his pants off. And you weren’t sure what you were doing, you weren’t sure why, but once both of your pants were off, you reached a hand down and felt him through the thin fabric of his boxers.

He took in a sharp inhale.

“I’m sorry,” you said, “Is this okay?”

And then you felt a large hand between your thighs, softly rubbing you through your panties.

It felt so much different from when you did it to yourself. More pleasurable, sure, but also more vulnerable. More intense.

Neither of you knew what to say. You felt how hard he was against your hand. He felt the little wet patch soaking through your panties. You both needed this desperately, and yet for a few moments, nobody moved.

“Y-you can take them off of me.” Your voice was barely above a whisper and it cracked in the middle, but you were proud of yourself for getting the words out.

His hands shook when he slid them down your thighs. Before he could stare for too long, you slid your fingers under the waistband of his boxers and pushed them down.

You weren’t sure if he was big or not. You’d never seen a penis in real life before, only in porn, and he looked about the same size as what you’d seen in porn. Did that mean he was big?

He looked down, and you realized you were staring. “Sorry,” you stammered, forcing yourself to look him in the eye again.

“N-no, it’s okay. Is it… I mean, do you like it?”

Your face broke into a smile. Mingi, Mingi, Mingi. “Yes, it’s lovely, Ming. Stop stressing.”

You reached for a condom on your nightstand, closely inspecting the foil packet for instructions.

“I think I can do it,” he mumbled, gently taking the condom out of your hand.

“You know how to?”

“I think so.”

After a few minutes of him fumbling with the latex, his lips were on yours again and you could feel his dick resting on your thigh.

“Are you ready?” He pulled back for a moment to look you in the eye.

“M-mhm,” you nodded.

He kissed your cheek and held his dick in his hand, aligning himself. A painful stretching sensation flooded your lower half as his thick tip poked at your entrance.

He inhaled shakily. “C-can I… can I push it in now?”

You nodded. “I… think so? Y-yeah… go ahead…”

He pushed his hips forward, and the sensation intensified when you felt his tip enter you with a pop. The pain was excruciating, unlike anything you’d ever felt before. A horrid stretch, almost like a burn, splitting you open in the worst way. Tears pricked into your eyes.

“OW! Ow, ow, ow, stop, stop, stop!” You pushed his broad shoulders away, whimpering when he frantically pulled out. That hurt, too.

“O-oh my god, are you okay? What did I- D-did I do something wrong?”

You looked down at his dick, which was still fully hard. He was big, you supposed. Really big. With his cock resting on your stomach, it went all the way up to your belly button. You felt stupid for thinking you could take him without any prep.

And you also felt embarrassed. This wasn’t how your first time was supposed to go. This didn’t happen in porn. You were supposed to be screaming his name, he was supposed to be groaning yours and pounding you into the mattress. You were supposed to be making him feel good, and he was supposed to be doing the same for you. A lump formed in your throat and you attempted to blink the tears out of your eyes, which probably just made them more teary.

“No,” you breathed. “I think… I don’t think I’m wet enough.”

He frowned. “Did we not kiss for long enough?”

“No, no, we did.” Guilt crept into your chest. You knew this wasn’t how he pictured his first time going, either.

His frown intensified as a pained look washed over his face. “Are you not… is it because you’re not attracted to me?”

“Stop it, Mingi. It’s not for any reason. You didn’t do anything wrong. Let’s just… we can get lube from the store and try again tomorrow, okay? I can jerk you off to help you finish if you want.”

His heart ached. He didn’t want you to ‘help him finish.’ He wanted to make love to you, soft and tender and slow. He wanted to hold your face and kiss your forehead and tell you how much you meant to him.

But his dick was painfully hard, and there aren’t many times that the love of your life offers to help you finish even though they don’t feel the same way about you, so he said, “Yes, please.”

You wrapped your fingers around his erection, biting your cheek to stop yourself from crying. He bit his lip to do the same.

Mingi couldn’t make eye contact with the cashier when he bought lube from the drug store the next day. His hands shook as he put his card into the reader, and they kept shaking while he entered his pin number. The machine dinged and he yanked his card out, snatching the plastic bag from the cashier before they had time to offer him a receipt. His face burned the entire walk to your dorm and didn’t stop burning once he got there.

His breath caught in his throat when you opened the door. “I got the…” he held the plastic bag up. “I got the stuff.”

You laughed and stepped back to let him inside. “You make it sound like we’re about to do drugs.”

Yeah, something like that.

Mingi didn’t say anything when you sat him on your bed and straddled his hips. He whimpered a little bit when you pressed your lips to his, and you assumed that it was just because he was horny.

You held the side of his neck and worked your tongue against his, rolling your hips forward to grind against his growing bulge. He whimpered again, and you moved your face down to suck on his neck.

“I think you need to finger me first,” you whispered in his ear.

“W-what?” He blinked up at you for a moment, his eyes wide and starry before he shyly looked away. “I’ve never… I mean… I don’t know how to do that.”

“It can’t be that hard, right? You just take your fingers and, like… put them in me.”

“I think it’s a little more complicated than that.”

“Well… I’ll just tell you what feels good, okay? I do it to myself all the time.”

His eyes snapped up again as he imagined you touching yourself. He’d thought about it before, late at night when he was jerking off, but hearing you say it out loud made him feel dizzy. Flames erupted across his cheeks again, and his body tensed.

Your face burned with the realization of your confession. “Stop picturing it.”

“S-sorry.”

“I just need your fingers first, okay? I can’t… I can’t take your dick without some prep first.”

It was like you wanted him to cum in his pants again. He nodded and reached for the plastic bag, fishing out the lube and taking it out of its little purple box.

“I’m sorry about yesterday, by the way.” His voice was quiet.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about. That’s why we’re doing this together, you know? Because we feel safe around each other.”

He nodded.

“But for the record…” You lowered your head, still embarrassed about how yesterday went. “I’m sorry, too.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry about.” He smiled.

You kissed him, and you were so glad that you were kissing him.

“I’m really going to need you to walk me through this because I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing.” His cheeks were a splotchy red.

You laughed. “I promise it sounds scarier than it actually is.” You pulled your shirt over your head, embarrassed again when you realized you were wearing the same purple bra that you wore yesterday.

“Shit,” you breathed. “I meant to wear something nicer for you today. Sorry.”

For me? Mingi thought. For me?

But he said, “I like this one. It’s cute.” And he touched the little bow again.

“Thanks.” You climbed off of his lap to take your shorts off. “Lift your arms.”

He obeyed, and you lifted his shirt over his head. It didn’t need to be off yet, you supposed, but you’d been dreaming about Mingi’s lean abdomen all day and you didn’t want to wait another second to have it under your fingertips again.

You laid down on the bed and slid your panties off, but didn’t spread your legs yet. You felt vulnerable again, especially considering that Mingi still had his pants on.

“C-can you–” you started.

“Yeah,” Mingi nodded, already unbuttoning his pants. When they were off, he sat back down and gently brushed his fingertips over your thigh.

“Okay,” he breathed. “Tell me what to do.”

“Just… just kiss me for a second.” The truth was, you weren’t even really sure how to give him instructions, and you wanted to buy yourself some time. You usually just felt around until something felt good, and you weren’t sure how to explain that to him.

He kissed you. You decided that even if he was always too big for you, even if you couldn’t ever take his full length, you’d probably be just as happy kissing him and jerking him off like you did last night.

You felt his hand on your inner thigh and you liked the feeling.

“Okay, so…” you inhaled deeply. “Just start with one. And you can just kinda… feel around? I’ll tell you what feels good.”

“Okay,” he nodded, taking a deep breath, too. “Okay.”

He dripped some of the lube onto his fingers, rubbing it with his thumb in an attempt to warm it up. Your body tensed as you felt his finger slide between your folds, shaking slightly as he rubbed you up and down.

He seemed to stop breathing for a moment. His eyes just raked over your body, all wide and starry while he clumsily touched you.

“You’re gorgeous,” he breathed. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“M-Mingi, Ah-” You let out a tiny yelp when his fingertip brushed your clit.

“Did I hurt you?” He immediately stopped, taking his fingers away.

“N-no, that felt good… really good…” You nodded.

He tried to find the spot again, clumsily drawing circles around it.

“S-so good. Yeah, r-right there,” you sighed.

His fingertip slipped a little too far to the left.

“N-no, back where it was.”

After a few seconds of “Here?” and “No, here,” back and forth, he found the spot again and gently traced it.

Your eyes rolled back and closed as your body twitched, trying to get used to the sensation of being touched by another person.

Then his fingers slid further down, but it was intentional this time.

Mingi looked you in the eye and didn’t say anything as he gently circled his fingertip around your opening, coating it in lube and spreading your arousal at the same time.

You didn’t say anything, either. You couldn’t if you tried. But he understood your tiny nod and the look of desperation in your eyes, so he gently pushed his finger inside.

His long, thick finger went deeper than your own ever had, but it didn’t hurt. “O-ohh,” you breathed, shivering.

Mingi was at a loss for words. Your pussy was hugging his finger so tight and you felt so warm and the tiny noises that you were making were about to send him over the edge. “Fuck…” he sharply inhaled through his teeth, staring up at the ceiling for a minute so that he didn’t cum untouched.

“M-Mingi,” you breathed, “Go like this.” And then you held a finger up and curved it inward, and he immediately obeyed.

Your back arched to a borderline uncomfortable degree as you let out a pathetic little noise, and Mingi seriously was on the edge of an orgasm already.

“I-is that a sensitive spot?”

“Do it again,” you commanded. “Mingi, do that again.”

He did, and then he did it a few more times, pumping his finger and setting a rhythm. You were probably being a little too squirmy, but you couldn’t help it. Nothing had ever felt like this before.

“Fuck,” you breathed. “Add another one.”

Mingi meant to ask ‘Are you sure?’ but his head was so fuzzy with arousal that he just obeyed, pushing his middle finger in next to his pointer finger.

“S-shit,” you gasped, sitting up and holding his wrist. “Hold on a sec– fuck.”

“Are you okay?”

“It feels good,” you nodded. “Just forgot how thick these are.”

He understood. He could almost feel you stretching out, and he suddenly felt horribly guilty for not offering to do this before he attempted to put his dick inside of you yesterday.

“You’re doing amazing,” he encouraged you, nodding slightly. “J-just let me know when you want more, okay?”

“C-can you…” You blushed, too shy to complete your sentence.

He knit his eyebrows at you, giving you an encouraging nod. He felt your pussy tighten around his fingers, and he tried not to groan.

“What do you need, baby?” He soothed, “Just tell me what you need and I’ll give it to you.”

Your face burned. Mingi had never been more attractive to you, with his lips swollen and his cheeks flaming and his fingers deep inside of you. He was gently thrusting his fingers, massaging your g-spot, tracing your opening, and stretching you out all in a fluid motion.

“C-can you play with my clit again while you do that?” You whispered.

He nodded immediately, smiling and circling his thumb around your pebbled clit.

“O-ohh…” you moaned, burying your face in his neck. “Oh my god…”

He swallowed roughly. “G-good…” He encouraged as he felt you slowly relax around his fingers.

Your back arched, tiny little whimpers escaping you as Mingi made love to you with his hand.

And he was barely holding it together. He could feel the tip of his dick sticking to his boxers, precum smearing against the fabric and providing his cockhead with the tiniest bit of friction every time he moved his hips.

“Do you want one more? Or are you good with two?” His voice was hoarse.

“I d-on’t—“ You inhaled sharply, eyes closing as you felt the tiny spark of an orgasm in your core. “D-don’t think I can take a third…”

Mingi nodded, and then he kissed your forehead. He wanted to speak, but he was putting all of his effort into keeping up a steady rhythm with his hand and not coming in his pants while your tensed thigh rubbed his dick.

And then it was silent for a few moments, except for the quiet squelching coming from between your legs every few seconds.

“I think I’m gonna cum.” You whispered, keeping your eyes closed. Focusing on that feeling, chasing it.

Mingi swallowed, his breath catching. “Mm.” He hummed. He couldn’t think of anything else to say.

Your breath caught in your throat, the rest of it escaping in a choked whimper. “F-faster…” You breathed, looking up at him with pleading eyes. “Please.”

He nodded, quickening his movements. You leaned up, catching his lips in a messy kiss as you got closer and closer.

You were quieter than you thought you’d be. As your orgasm approached, you hardly made any noise at all, save for a few little gasps.

Your mouth dropped open and you pressed your forehead to your lover’s, letting out one single moan as your orgasm clenched down on his fingers. It ran through your body in waves, your muscles tensing and releasing rhythmically.

“My god…” Mingi groaned, continuing his movements. “G-Good job, baby.”

You squeaked, gently pushing his hand away as you neared overstimulation. His brows furrowed as he worried that he’d hurt you, but you immediately eased his anxiety by holding the back of his neck and pressing your lips to his again.

“Felt so good…” You mumbled through kisses. “T-think I’m ready now…”

His heart fluttered as he felt your hand between his legs, stroking his sensitive thighs. And then he looked at you in a way that a boy had never looked at you before, with big, dark, sparkling, pleading eyes. Like he needed you.

So gently, like you were afraid he’d break, you slipped his dick out of his blue plaid boxers. He was so hard, so sticky and pulsing that you were sure he must have been in pain. “Thank you for making me feel good,” you whispered. “I know it must have been hard to wait…”

He shook his head, closing his eyes. “Don’t thank me.” He let out a tiny noise as you stroked him once. “I loved it,” he breathed. “I loved doing that for you.”

You smiled, kissing him again. “Take these off,” you pleaded, tugging at the waistband of his boxers.

Mingi pushed them down, kicking them off the bed at his feet. And then he was fully naked, hovering above you, also fully naked. It should have been scary, but you’d never felt more safe. You reached your arms behind him, stroking his back before sliding your hands down to teasingly squeeze his ass.

He let out a choked noise and you laughed. “Sorry, I’ve always wanted to do that. You have a really nice ass.”

He shook his head, laughing and kissing you again.

“You’re really beautiful, Mingi.” You whispered, feeling another pang in your core as he groaned at the praise.

He reached a hand up, squeezing your breast as he kissed you and kissed you and kissed you. His heavy cock rested on your belly, clear precum sticking to your soft skin.

You reached for the condom on the nightstand, carefully ripping it open. His eyes didn’t leave your face as you gently rolled it onto him, your small hand wrapping around his girth. You slid his tip between your folds, then coated it in even more lube. You knew it might still hurt a little bit, but you felt much more prepared for it this time.

“The second it starts to hurt,” he whispered, his voice raspy. “You tell me.”

You nodded. The two of you looked into each other’s eyes, and didn’t look away when his tip was aligned with your entrance.

But his eyes fluttered shut a bit when he slipped inside. He couldn’t help it.

Your gasp made him open his eyes again. “Are you okay?”

“Mmh–” You nodded, your voice high pitched and squeaky. He pushed forward, filling you, stretching you, making you his.

“Mingi…” You whined, tears blurring your vision. “S-so big…”

He kissed away the first tear that fell. “I know, I’m sorry,” he whispered, “Y-You’re doing so well.”

He stilled for a moment, allowing you to adjust to his length.

“Is it…” You looked up at him with teary eyes. “Is it all the way in yet?”

“Not yet.” His eyes were full of empathy and adoration. “Can you take any more? It’s okay if you can’t.”

You whimpered. “S’big, Mingi.”

“I know, baby, I know it’s big. Does it feel good? D-Does it hurt?”

“It feels…” you trailed off. “It feels good but it hurts. I dunno if I can take any more.”

“That’s okay,” he nodded, kissing your forehead. “You feel s-so good just like this.”

“R-really?”

“Yes,” he nodded. “You feel amazing. So… so fucking good.” He gritted his teeth as he spoke, shaking and sweating and forcing himself to not instinctively start fucking you hard and fast. “Can I move a little bit now?”

“Yes,” you nodded. “Slow, please.”

He pulled back so that only the very end of his tip was dipped into your opening, then shakily pushed forward in a single stroke, a little over three quarters of the way inside.

Tears stung his and your eyes. You felt better than anything he’d ever felt before, and the stretching sensation was starting to feel more pleasant than painful.

“I’m so…” he whimpered. “I’m so proud of you. You’re taking me so well.”

“Mingi…” you whined in response, clawing at his back. “F-feels good.”

“Yeah?” His eyes met yours. “It feels good?”

“Mmm. I want… want you to fuck me. B-but slow, okay?”

He visibly shivered, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up as his whole body became covered in goosebumps.

“T-tell me if it’s too much.”

He attempted to set a pace then, slowly pushing and pulling his hips to halfway-fuck you as gently as he possibly could. Little moans slipped from your lips in time with his thrusts.

“Ungh…” he whimpered, “God. F-feels so good. You’re so…” his eyebrows furrowed. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

“Mingi…” You rested your hand on his cheek. “Kiss.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. His perfectly full lips gently kissed yours, softly massaging his tongue into your mouth while he slowly pumped his cock in and out of you. You were embarrassed that you couldn’t take his whole length yet, but you decided in that moment that this wouldn’t be the last time you did this with him, and you had all the time in the world to train for the entirety of him.

“Fuck…” he repeated, resting his forehead against yours. “I’m… I’m close. I’m sorry.”

“You are?” Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked up at him, a moan slipping from your lips when his thrusts got a bit faster.

That was fast, you thought, but it was his first time, you supposed. You hoped he had good stamina, because you didn’t want this night to be anywhere close to over.

“I c-can’t…” His hips were starting to shake a bit. “God, you feel so good. Squeezing me so tight.”

“Ming…” you whispered, holding his face. “I wanna make you cum. Want you to cum for me.”

“Oh, fuck…” he whimpered. “God, f-fuck-“

His voice cracked as his eyes squeezed shut, his belly tensing and his lips dropping open in a silent moan.

And for a few seconds, time didn’t exist. There was only him and you and your bodies, like this was how you were always meant to be. You felt his big hand on your waist and his thick length stretching you out, but you also felt that same comforting atmosphere that always followed him around. You saw his face, the one that you knew so well, contorted in pleasure, and you heard his familiar voice making unfamiliar noises. And there was no one in the world you’d rather do this with. There was no one else you wanted to kiss.

“I love you.”

He cried out as he came, curling in on himself and burying his face in your neck as he pulled out so just his tip was inside, pumping the condom full of his load.

He pulled out and rested his cock on your belly, huffing in your neck as he caught his breath.

You stroked his hair and swallowed, a lump forming in your throat.

You said it. You told him out loud and you’d never be able to take it back.

He just kept breathing down your neck, sweaty and shaking and wondering if he heard you right.

“I– I tried not to…” you breathed. “I tried so hard not to fall in love with you. You’re my best friend and you mean more to me than anyone else. But I just…”

You swallowed. There was really no going back now.

“I see you smiling and it hits me like a steamroller. Like my chest is knocked in and I can’t breathe. It feels… It feels like I’m suffocating and I don’t know how to stop it or make it go away.”

You felt his large hand hold your jaw, and his lips were on yours.

“Please… be my girlfriend,” he mumbled, breathless between kisses.

You pulled back to look in his eyes. “What?”

“I’ve been in love with you since we were kids. Please, please, please be my girlfriend.”

Your face broke a little bit. “You have?”

He nodded, and then his face broke, too. “Please say yes.” He held your face, looking deep into your eyes. “P-please, baby.”

“Obviously yes,” you smiled, tears so close to spilling from your eyes. “Dummy.”

“I love you,” he cried, kissing you again. “I love you so fucking much.”

“Mingi,” you breathed, for no reason other than to say his name.

He kissed you and cried and you kissed him and cried, and he suddenly remembered what Yunho said. A nice way to show her I really care.

He kissed down your neck, across your chest, on your nipples, over your belly, until his shoulders were between your thighs.

“W-what are you doing?” You asked, looking down at him a little too innocently.

“I don’t really know,” he sighed, leaning forward and kissing your dewy pussy.

“A-ah! Mingi!” Your legs instinctively closed around his head, and his big hands gently pried them open again.

“It’s okay…” he breathed, leaning forward again. “I’ve got you, baby. I’m not gonna hurt you.” He sweetly kissed your inner thigh before spreading you with his tongue.

You whimpered and squirmed, grabbing a fistful of his soft dark hair.

“You sound so pretty,” he mumbled, kissing your clit, “And you taste so good…”

His thick, plump lips worked with his velvet tongue to worship your pussy. And it was loud, the room filled with wet sounds and Mingi’s groans, along with the pathetic little moans you were letting out.

You looked down at him. His ears and cheeks were dark red, his eyes closed, the sharp tip of his nose shiny and wet.

“T-that feels really good, Ming—“ You were interrupted by your own gasp as his tongue slipped into your entrance.

“You’re mine now…” His deep voice sounded gravelly and thick. “You’re all fucking mine…”

“Mingi…” You whimpered, lacing your fingers through his hair as his lips sweetly sucked your clit. How did you learn how to do this? You wanted to ask.

But he was moaning against you again before the thought could finish. “I’m gonna do this every fuckin’ day…” He blinked slowly, a string of drool connecting his lips and your pussy. He used his broad shoulders to push your legs open even wider, taking a deep breath before diving back in.

This time, he slipped two fingers inside of you while he worked his tongue. He closed his eyes, enjoying the taste of you while he passionately used his fingers and tongue.

“I’ve dreamed of this…” He paused to kiss your inner thighs. “Wanted this for so long… needed to know what you tasted like.”

“Mingi…” You breathed, watching as his pink tongue drew circles around your clit. “I-I’m gonna cum again…”

“Yes,” he groaned, never coming up for air. “Please, baby. Come in my mouth. I wanna taste all of it, please… wanna lick you clean.”

Hearing those filthy words come from shy, sweet Mingi’s mouth made your stomach flutter. Your thighs clenched around his head as he gave you the most enthusiastic slurp of the night, the otherwise silent room filled with the sounds of his mouth devouring you.

You moaned so loud when you came that there was no doubt in your mind that your roommates heard. Mingi’s groans of enthusiasm were hardly muted, either.

Your thighs twitched, your body shook and your hips pressed against Mingi’s warm mouth as your orgasm consumed you, and you’d never felt more adored in your life.

And then he didn’t stop.

“Mingi!” You cried out, trying to squirm away from his tongue.

But he looped his arm under one of your thighs, keeping you pried open. He used his other hand to spread your pussy, groaning as he licked it again.

“My girl…” He mumbled, and he seemed to be drunk off the taste of you, talking to himself. “Such a pretty fuckin’ pussy…”

Your eyes widened and you twitched as his tongue flicked inside of you again. You’d never seen this side of Mingi before; you’d never seen anything close to this side of Mingi before… and you really, really didn’t want it to stop. But—

“I’m really sensitive, Ming…”

That seemed to snap him out of his trance a bit. He looked up, moving his body up to sweetly kiss your lips again. “I’m sorry, baby. You j-just…” He sighed, catching his breath. “You taste so good.”

You smiled. “I really like it when you call me baby.”

He kissed your forehead then collapsed on the bed, laying next to you. You rolled onto your side, gently stroking his belly.

“Do you feel good?” He asked softly, his full cheeks blushing. “Was that enough?”

“Enough?” You laughed in disbelief. “It was perfect.” You nodded. “Perfect.”

“I’ll always make sure you’re satisfied, okay?” Your boyfriend looked you in the eye, his brow slightly furrowed. “A-and I’ll always make sure you’re taken care of. I’ll make sure your belly is always full and your shoes never get dirty.”

A kiss on his chin, your face in his neck. “It’s just me, Mingi. Just you and me.”

“Just us…” He mumbled, “Just like always.”

You nodded and then sat in silence, touching and being touched. He stroked your thigh with his pinky, his eyes on your lips.

“In our own little world. Just the two of us.”

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luimagines · 2 years ago

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The Chain with a almost god like giant titan like Creature s/o reader.

Sorry that's a mouthful!

Like, they look human but are huge and have different kind of things about them that Hylians don't have. (Also,imagine the heros are so tiny compared to their s/o. Like Sky is like telling the Chain. But their in awe of the enormous creature that sky has been gushing about 10 times a hour.)

Please 🙏

Chain with an eldritch s/o. I dig it. Like that Eldritch Zelda that went around a while back.

It's going to be in headcanon form fyi. I hope that's ok!

Masterlist

Content under the cut!

Four

If you thought that a typical s/o for the smithy would have made him smaller....

He is dwarfed by comparison

Scorpion legs, mandibles, a spiked tail and as big as a house

Four proudly presents them to the group with the biggest flourished gesture he can do

“And I love them very much.” He says proudly.

The group is all silent

They click their mandibles in nervousness. “Um... So how do you do? Link has told me much about you all in his letters.”

Sky breaks out of it first. “We’re all alright. Four speaks about you a lot as well. e just weren’t anticipating you to be so-”

“Freaky?” They say quietly, causing Four to snap his head in their direction- words of rebuttal already on his tongue.

“Big.” Sky amends. “I was going to say big... Especially when he’s so...”

Four turns back to Sky with a glare. “Say it.”

Sky huff. “Look, Wind is taller than you. I thought it would have been someone I would have been able to look in the eye when you said they were bigger than you.”

Four splutters and tries to think of a comeback

It lessens to tension and Wild and Hyrule both step forward to introduce themselves

Time and Warrior give a small bow in respect

Wind run to try and climb on top of them

Twilight stops him before he can actually get away with it

Legend has been facepalming the entire time

His hand slides down his face slowly and he cuff Four by the side of his head. “When you say they get hungry easy it’s because you have mint on your porch. It keeps the spiders away-”

“Oh!” They perk up. “Is that why they don’t come by any more? I was wondering why it seemed like there were more bugs than usual. They’re not as filling.”

Legend gives Four a ‘I-Told-You-So’ look

Four says nothing

Hyrule

He had no problem with it!

“Hey guys! We’re about to meet the sweetest person in this entire planet. I can’t wait for you guys to see them.”

“Slow down Traveler.” Legend laughs. “We don’t know this place as well as you do- we might not be able to keep up.”

“Honey?” A voice speaks. It’s quiet and surreal- like multiple voices speaking at once. “Is that you?”

Traveler beams. “It’s me! I’m home! Come meet my friends!”

They step out. Multiple eyes blink slowly and feathered hands come in front of them in a nervous manner. They are giant.

Legend pauses. Where would he have seen this creature before? If he has anyway...

Sky smiles pleasantly and walks up slowly. “Hello there. Link’s told us a lot about you.”

Hyrule coughs. He didn’t. He doesn’t know why Sky is lying.

Time steps forward as well. “Good to meet you. I was wondering who was taking good care of him back home.”

Hyrule flushes. This isn’t what he was expecting.

“You know what...” Wild sighs. “I can’t even say I’m surprised. Call me Wild. We’re all friends of your Link.”

They smile. “Yes... My Link... Has he been behaving himself?”

Four nods. “Yup! He’s been a great help to all of us.”

Wind and Warrior both come up next to the hero in question and clap him on the shoulders. “We adore him.”

His partner smiles gently. “We share the same sentiment then.”

Twilight hasn’t said much but he stares at Hyrule with the stare of a thousand suns.

Hyrule clears his throat and tries to ease his embarrassment. “My home is nearby. We can all go there before the storm hits.”

They nod and reach their hand out.

Hyrule takes it without hesitation.

“Let’s go then.”

Legend

Legend was a bit nervous to introduce his s/o

They were huge

With multiple arms and multiple pairs of eyes

But they were so cute

Ignoring they were twice the size of a hinox

His hinox’ anyway

Wild’s are the largest he’s ever seen

Twilight sighs exasperatedly

“Spiders again”

Legend bites his lip

Wild and Four stare, wide eyed, jaw agape and say nothing

Hyrule is instead staring at Legend and Legend doesn’t know what to make of it

Time bites the bullet and holds out his hand

Warrior and Wild follow suit without question

They all shakes hands at the same time

“Hello” They say

Sky waves with a smile

“Thank you for looking after Link.” They say softly

Legend blushes and playfully swipes at them, only annoyed at the surface

“Hey-!... I can take care of myself. ...You know that.”

“Hmm... I feel better... knowing you’re not alone anymore.”

Everyone jumps on to let them know everything is ok

Legend sighs in relief

That... went a bit better than he thought it would

Sky

A bit nervous

But mostly because he doesn’t want anyone to say anything mean

If they do, he’s throwing hands

He’s done it before he’ll do it again

“Ok, Beloved... You can come out now.” He says softly.

They step out in all their ethereal glory

There’s the size of the two story house with wings and glowing silver eyes

There’s red and blue markings on their face

Time is getting flashbacks

Warrior is also having flashbacks

Twilight is watching Time and Warrior with interest

Wild and Legend share and look

Sudden dread and uncertainty over take them

Hyrule marches right up and sticks his hand out. “Hi.”

They smiles and shake it. “How do you do?”

Wind tilts his head. “How do you do what?”

Four shrugs and also goes to introduce himself. “Sky won’t shut up about you. You’re just as impressive as he said.”

They actually flush a little and look away. “He’s always talked a bit more than he knows what to do with. I’m sure he exaggerated a lot of things.”

Legend coughs. “I’d argue he understated a lot of things.”

Sky deadpans. “Gee, I wonder why.”

They laugh like church bells. “I can see why Link likes you all so much. Would you like a tour?”

Time

No longer cares about other people’s opinion

It’s not the boys believed him in other thing that he’s told them

So he’s kept this one close to his chest

He opens the doors to his home where you’re waiting in the living room

Time has also long given up on asking how you fit through the door

Four’s and Wild’s jaws hang wide open

Twilight actually trips over himself and falls backwards

This explains some things...but now he just has more questions

Like.. why the third eye? or the wings? and scales? and clubbed tail?

“Uh... Old Man...?”

“Oh it’s you! My boy!” They cry. “I know my babies where ever they are! I didn’t think you were serious dear!”

Time takes offense

“I told you. Of all things, this is the one you don’t believe?”

Cue Sky and Warrior looking between Twilight and Time, putting the pieces together but only becoming more confused in the process.

Legend sighs and flops in on himself.

“This might as well happen.”

Hyrule slaps him over the head

Sky bite his lip and waves a bit

He chuckles a bit out of nervousness

“We’ve heard... about you..”

“Have you?” They lean in

“Technically?”

They laugh

“It’s ok. Link doesn’t want any undue harm to come my way. He’s very protective like that. Come in! Come in! I’ll make some tea.”

Twilight

Just like how he was nervous to show his form as Wolfie, he’s actively trying to lighten the blow when the group meets his s/o

“Ok, so just so you guys know, they’re... bigger than normal... and may not be what you’re expecting.”

“Should we be scared?” Legend raises an eyebrow.

Twilight winces. “Well I would rather you not be. It would be a bit rude even if you can’t help it.”

Time puts his hand hand on Twilight’s shoulder. “If they’re important to you, we’ll be on our best behavior. Isn’t that right boys?”

Wild grins and gives a salute.

Warrior smirks and nods.

“Who’s important to Link?” A new voice says.

All heads snap in that direction

Large antlers and fangs, scales and tethers and a few feathers coat their body

Wind and Sky stare wide eyed

Hyrule blinks and punches Legend

“Oh my..” They say

“Pleasure to meet you!” Four gathers his wits first, hand already out to shake. “Your Link has talked a lot about you. All good things.”

They flush in a way that looks abnormal. “Oh... Oh my goodness- Ok. He always does this. I’m sorry if I’m not exactly what you were expecting.”

“Nothing could have prepared us for this.” Legend blurts

Hyrule glares at him

Legend flinches away

Twilight coughs. “Guy this is __”

They wave. “...Nice to meet you.”

Time bites his lip for a moment, letting it process before he gestures to Wild. “We brought lunch if you’re willing to join us.”

“Well that sounds lovely!”

Warrior

Warrior was practically avoiding it

Like bits and pieces, he would reveal

But never about their physical appearance

So when They finally appear with antlers, wings, and fur

Warrior waits with baited breath

Time sends Warrior a knowing look that he knows he’ll pay for later

Wild is the first to say something as he eagerly introduces himself

Twilight follows suit with Wind right on his metaphorical tail

Hyrule approaches hesitantly but is polite none the less

Sky stays a bit behind as Time goes in to say hello again

Four and Legend feel like they’re seen weirder and Warrior speaks well of them enough

“Hello again Little one.” They say patting Time on the head

“Not so little anymore.”

“Still little to me.”

“So how did you and Warrior meet?” Legend cocks a hip, eyebrow raised and all.

They smile, showing their multiple canines. “He shot me.”

“I told you, I’m sorry!” Warrior groans. “That’s not exactly what happened anyway.”

They giggle. “They call you Warrior now? I wasn’t aware your war merits carried over through time.”

“It’s... not that necessarily.” He blushes.

“He’s also called the Captain.” Wind raises his hand, thinking that it would to catch their attention.

“...Strange... That’s not his position here.”

“HO-KAY! Introductions are over! Who wants lunch?” Warrior yells louder than he needs to.

His S/O is going to embarrass him badly before he leaves

That’s the plan

Wild

He sees nothing with it

He doesn’t even think that it would register as strange to the others

“Link?” They call out. “Oh Link you’re back! Thank goodness you’re alright!”

Wild perks up and snaps his head in the direction of the voice.

He runs to them

The others pause and watch

They come out and pick Wild up as if he was only a bag of grapes

“Oh , I was so worried about you! Have you been taking care of yourself like you promise? I thought you would have been away for longer.”

Wild laugh and kisses them on their nose. “I’ve been just fine. I want you to meet my new friends.”

Twilight coughs and catches their attention. He waves.

“Oh!” Their second pair of arms comes up to cover their mouth. “Oh how rude of me. How do you do?”

Legend blinks. “How do you do what?”

They giggle. It sounds like thunder and their tail flickers playfully behind them.

They set Wild down. “How are you?”

“Fantastic, all things considered.” Warrior has to crane his neck up just to look at their face. “How did you and Champion meet?”

“Oh that’s a long story-”

“Let’s go in side first.” Wild interjects, a wide smile on his face. “I can start lunch and we can all get comfortable in the living room, yeah?”

Time seems amused, if a bit perplex. “Of course, Cub. Lead the way.”

“Cub?” They turn to Wild. “That’s precious.”

“Let’s gooo...” Wild coughs. His cheeks are a but pink.

From the looks of Four, Hyrule and Wind.... they’re never going to let him live that down.

Wind

(Not really s/o... more like best friend... maybe when they’re older but as it stands-)

Wind was going to blow their mind

His surprise is probably going to get him serious street cred

He was going to introduce them to every one and he was going to get all their reactions saved in his pictobox!

Wind stands in front of everyone, pictobox ready and tells you to come say hi

Longer than normal arms, thirty fingers, sunken eyes and moss for hair- and tall

Wind snaps the picture of his buddies

They’re going to love this later on

They already giggle and wave

Wild, Hyrule and Legend numbly wave back

“Hello!” You grin.

Time sits down

Wind grins as well and jumps onto their arm

He climbs up

“This is my friend! The one I was telling you guys about!” He says proudly. “Aren’t they cool?”

“...Very cool Sailor...” Warrior cranes his head up.

“Um.... So... how have you been?” Four tries for normal conversation.

He tries the old friend approach.

“Oh you knooww~~ Burrowing in the sand, taking in the sun, dragging sailors underwater, having tea parties with the locals. Same old, same old.”

“What was that one you just said?”

“Taking in the sun?”

“After that.”

“The tea parties? Oh! We should have one! I was about to have lunch anyway. Why don’t you call come over? Since you’re friends with Link, we can be friends too.”

Twilight smiles tensely. “...Sure... We’d love to.”

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ninjadeathblade · 1 year ago

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Moulin Rouge Discotrain AU (part twenty nine)

Summary: (Post-game canon) The Conductor and DJ Grooves agree to finally work on a movie together. They come up with 'Moulin Rouge', a musical drama filled with romance. Over time the two directors grow closer and discover that maybe they don't hate each other as much.

Beginning | Previous | Next

Word count: 1,471

Warnings: Blood, being sick, Snatcher has trauma

Author's notes: Another Snatcher and Empress chapter! I love them, they're such good friends. Plus I missed Snatcher so he gets to be back. Dude got traumatised and I will explain more about that in the spinoff I'll write for him. Anyway, enjoy!

Snatcher gagged, retching into a plant pot.

Bubbling, black ooze burnt away at the greenery as Snatcher leant against the hallway wall.

He matched the darkness he supposed, even with blood smeared across his slight frame.

The yellow bird that ran past him didn't even notice him.

Snatcher watched the owl go.

“I thought everyone was meant to be filming,” Snatcher murmured, forcing himself forward.

He snapped his fingers, the doors in front of him opening.

"Kid, what's going on?” Snatcher asked the nearest owl.

“Mr. Snatcher! You're- you're back! I'm sorry, Mr. Grooves and Mr. Conductor are out right now,” Owlice greeted him.

“Anyone else with authority?” Snatcher questioned, hand moving to his side as something felt like it was freezing there.

The ghost let out a low string of curses as he gestured at it, a few sparks of magic curling towards the patch before disintegrating.

“You look like even more of a mess than Conductor did.”

Snatcher looked up at Empress, a sharp comeback on the edge of his tongue.

He bent over again, regurgitating another bubbling pile of ooze.

"Ugh, maybe that wasn't a sharp comeback on the edge of my tongue,” Snatcher said, kicking some of it under a nearby set of seats. “I'm not cleaning that up.”

“You're a wreck right now, what happened?” Empress asked, walking over and slinging one of his arms around her shoulders.

“Vanessa. Vanessa happened,” Snatcher grumbled, sagging more of his weight against the cat.

“Scram, bird. Tell everyone to go home and come back after the weekend,” Empress instructed.

Owlice nodded and walked away.

“Aren't you guys meant to be filming?” Snatcher questioned.

“Technically yes. But there's a possible development between the two idiots in love who run this place, so I'm sure no one minds us taking a little time off,” Empress explained.

“You mean they're finally-” Snatcher broke off in a fit of coughs.

“Chill it or I will knock you out. I can't have you spewing creepy nightmare goop everywhere,” Empress replied.

“Sorry,” Snatcher wheezed.

"Now. I'm going to take you back to my place in the metro. And we are going to stay there until you feel well again,” Empress explained. “Got that?”

“Okay.”

“And you're not going to complain about it,” Empress instructed. “And I will kick you out if you throw up on my furniture.”

“Sure.”

Snatcher blinked, looking around the room.

“Good. You're awake.”

He looked over at Empress, scrolling on her phone.

The cat was slouched across an armchair, legs hanging over one arm with her back propped against the other.

“Where am I?” Snatcher asked, memory hazy.

“My place in the metro. I told you I was taking you there,” Empress replied, gaze flicking over to him. “You're really sick, aren't you?”

Snatcher nodded meekly.

“You're not going to get much better, are you?” Empress gently prompted, putting her phone down in her lap.

“I don't know what she did. But I feel so weak. I haven't eaten in so long,” Snatcher cried, a couple amber coloured drops hitting his body. “I’m so cold. I've always been cold because of how I died but this is different. I can't feel heat from anything anymore.”

Empress' tail thrashed slightly, hitting the floor.

“What do you need to eat?”

“Souls. I'm out of them though, I depleted my sources when I-”

Visions flashed through his mind of his fight with Vanessa.

He pushed them away, trying to block them out.

“Anyway, I can't start healing without souls. And I used up the last of my power getting to the studio,” Snatcher finished defeatedly.

Empress crossed the room and leaned over him, something akin to worry staining her features.

"Listen here!” Empress growled. “I'm going to go find some sad nobodies who are willing to trade their souls in. And you're going to take those souls and get better. Got that?”

Snatcher nodded again as she stood back up.

He knew she was trying to be caring but she had a weird way of showing it.

“Can't believe I have to babysit everyone. I had to beat some sense into Conductor and now I have to stop you from dying.”

“Actually-”

“Oh shut up,” Empress interrupted, ears bent back over her head as her tail whipped back and forth.

Empress watched wide-eyed as Snatcher healed his wounds.

Her pupils were bloated as she stared at the sparkling magic.

“Thank you. For what you did,” Snatcher whispered, biting back a whimper of pain as another cold shock went through his side.

Empress blinked, seemingly snapping out of her stupor.

“It's fine. You would do the same for me.” She shrugged, moving Snatcher's legs out the way to sit beside him on the sofa.

He lay his legs back on top of her lap as she scrolled on her phone.

“We could make a contract, you know. I could get the cops off of your back,” Snatcher suggested.

His friendship with Empress felt like all he had left sometimes.

He didn't want to lose her due to something stupid, like her committing crimes.

“Eventually, yes.” The corner of her mouth twitched into a smile. “That would be nice.”

Snatcher took a break from weaving magic into his wounds, staring at the cat.

There was something about her that screamed fake. Like she wasn't as mean as she made herself out to be, or that she was kind of sick of everything.

“You know, you're not as scary as you think you are,” Snatcher said, resting his head against the plush pillows on the back of the sofa.

Empress' tail twitched and she quickly scratched behind her ear.

“I'm the most notorious criminal in the world. My name strikes fear into people - the police wouldn't dare try and shut me down for good,” Empress replied coldly.

“Not after the movie comes out it won't,” Snatcher reminded.

Empress took a deep breath, casting him a tired look.

“What are you trying to get out of this?” She sighed.

"What were you like as kid? I mean, what did you even do before the metro was built?” Snatcher questioned.

“The metro has always existed, even if it wasn't a metro at the time. I made my money through dirty work, same as I do now. The only differences were my looks and my name,” Empress started.

“Emily was an idealistic idiot. She thought that if she tried hard enough, things would change. But they never have, and never will. The metro will always be an area of power struggle.”

Empress stared off into the distance, eyes absent.

“Emily had friends. Emily was never going to be a leader with connections like that. Emily had to cut herself off, especially when things started going badly,” the cat spat. “Emily was a fool and a weakling. Emily still misses her friends.”

“But Empress…”

Her claws dug into the fabric of her coat, ripping the red, velvety pattern.

“Heh, Empress honed her skills. Empress is a master of deception and sleight of hand. Empress was not afraid to take what should rightfully be hers. She fought her way up from the bottom and she'll be damned if she doesn't stay at the top!”

Snatcher reached over and gently pulled her claws out of her coat.

"You know, I don't actually remember my name,” he said quietly. “I remember Vanessa's. I remember I was a prince and I was studying law to become a lawyer. I remember the incident that led to my death. I remember what it was like before, when we were still in love.”

Empress looked over at him, fur standing on end, pupils narrowed.

“But there's not much aside from that. Guess that was part of the curse. But I don't really care to remember. I like the life I lead as ‘The Snatcher’.” He laughed bitterly. “I don't think what happened before really matters though. Sure, I miss whatever it might have been. But at the same time, I've got so much more power. So who cares about before! What we have now is better.”

Empress retracted her claws.

“I didn't realise you were one for making big speeches,” Empress teased.

“Yeah, well, I had to learn that when-” the ghost paused as something in his stomach rolled.

“Not good.”

Empress dashed across the room, wrenching a window open.

“Not in my home!” She screeched.

Snatcher rushed over to the window, recoiling slightly at the icy jab of pain that crept through him as he threw up again.

"I'm calling Grooves. I'll take time off til you feel well again,” Empress sighed, patting him on the back.

“Thanks,” Snatcher croaked, another violent shiver going through him.

“I'll pick you up a hoodie when I buy myself dinner this evening.”

“You're a good friend.”

"Yeah, whatever.”

#a hat in time #ahit #ahit au #ahit snatcher #snatcher #the snatcher #a hat in time snatcher #ahit empress #ahit oc #oc owlice

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moonjxsung · 9 months ago

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Star, since you don’t stan LSF, I really want your opinion on something 😭 you’re like the first person that came into my mind while I discussing this with my friends since we’re all girl group stans and we wanted an outside opinion lol

So they had a comeback, and one of the song’s choreography is.....surely a choice seeing as they have a SEVENEEN-YEAR-OLD IN THE GROUP.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3rTFwF9RkaQ

Here’s a live performance from their showcase, which was like 80% grown men in attendance. I really wish I could protect Eunchae from this. Most fans are saying people are overexaggerating, I personally don’t think that’s at all the case. I don’t think a recently turned seventeen-year-old should be twerking for grown-ass men.

~🌷~

I DOOO STAN LE SSERAFIM AND I HAVE BEEN KEEPING UP W ALL THIS OMG……

I must admit the dance is provocative and I just feel so bad for Eunchae 😭 I was on Reddit last night going through the kpop opinions subreddit and apparently somebody said there is an entire SUBREDDIT dedicated to just counting down until idols (particularly female idols) turn of legal age and I saw everyone saying Eunchae’s a popular topic on there 💔 It’s corners of the internet like that which make me sooo sad for these girls and even sadder that the men they’re performing for in those crowds are def the same men frequenting those spaces 😣 I mean have you ever seen LSF fan signs? Or New Jeans fan signs?? It’s alllllll middle-aged men ☹️ they’re so creepy about it too like literally touching their hands, gifting questionable stuff it’s just so disheartening. I def think these companies need to take minors’ ages into account when they decide on choreography like the least you could do is wait until they’re 18 !! And I mean that’s really the least they could do.

Also side note, what did you think of the album?? I feel like this is my least favorite of their releases (+ it’s so short!) but their vocals and dance skills are still insaaaane omg (also Yunjin’s red hair… yes.) I know they’re also getting a lot of criticism for the choreo being very similar to Tyla’s stuff and the outfits being almost the same. Personally I think the album feels a little rushed for the purposes of having new Coachella music but I’m still looking forward to whatever they do next (and hopefully they look out for Eunchae☹️)

I love the LSF girlies I feel so protective of them it just makes me sad that these topics have to be brought up at all ☹️ KPOP GIRLIES GET BEHIND ME I WILL PROTECT YOU.

#🌷 anon #ask

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aboutmikasa · 2 years ago

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Seriously remove chat gpt from me 🤣🤣🤣 another fanfiction requested… this time I asked dialogue and it’s not the but it has more meat 🫣

No title this time… and one of her dialogues is super off… still, I’m making this AI a rivamika Stan! 🤣🤣🤣

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Knocked up

Levi had always been a man who liked to keep to himself. He had a successful career as a CEO of his own company, but when it came to his personal life, he preferred to keep things simple. That is until he met her.

They had met at a bar, both looking for a night of fun and excitement. They had hit it off immediately, with sassy banter and flirtatious touches. The chemistry between them was undeniable, and they ended up in bed together.

The next morning, they both went their separate ways, not expecting to see each other again. But fate had other plans. A few weeks later, she found out that she was pregnant.

Levi couldn't believe it when she called him, telling him the news. He had never imagined himself as a father, let alone with a complete stranger. But as they talked more and more, he found himself liking the idea of having a baby with her.

They decided to meet in person, to discuss the next steps. The tension between them was palpable as they sat across from each other in a coffee shop.

"So, you're pregnant," Levi said, breaking the silence.

"Yep, I am," she replied, her tone sassy as ever.

"And you're sure it's mine?" he asked, not wanting to believe that it was possible.

"Unless you've been impregnating other women recently, then yes, it's definitely yours," she shot back, a smirk on her lips.

Levi couldn't help but chuckle at her sassiness. He had to admit, he was drawn to her confident attitude.

"I'm not ready to be a father," he said, finally admitting his fears.

"I'm not exactly thrilled about being a single mother either," she replied, her voice softening.

They talked for hours, discussing their options and figuring out how they could make things work. By the end of the conversation, they had made a decision.

They would try to make it work, for the sake of the baby. It wouldn't be easy, but they were both willing to put in the effort.

As the weeks went by, Levi found himself getting more and more excited about the idea of being a father. He even found himself looking forward to spending time with her, enjoying her sassy comebacks and her infectious laugh.

In the end, they found love in the most unexpected place, and their baby brought them together in ways they never thought possible. They may have started as strangers, but they ended up with a family, a love story that would last a lifetime.

#rivamika #chat gpt fanfic #this is the next best thing #i’m having a blast #give me prompts

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kayodekolade · 11 hours ago

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When the world tells you 'No'; hear 'Yes'

Welcome to November, high performer

Ready to supercharge your week?

This edition of Sunday Soar 🦅 is packed with insights to...

Fuel your growth and...

Help you step into each day with more purpose and power:

🙏 What I’m Grateful For

📕 The Lesson I Learned Last Week

👀 What I’m Looking Forward To

If today’s message fires you up, share it with someone who could use a boost!

Let’s dive in.

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🙏 What I’m Grateful For

If you know me, you know I’m passionate about staying fit.

One of my favorite trainers, calisthenics expert Chris Heria, often says something that sticks with me:

“The more humble you are in your workouts, the faster you’ll progress.”

That’s not just about fitness; it’s a life principle.

Progress doesn’t come from pushing harder or trying to “speed up"...

But by embracing humility in the journey.

Think about that area in your life where you’re eager to grow.

Humility, not hurry, is what brings real transformation.

Check out this week’s blog 👇:

Beyond Rituals and Routines: 3 Keys to Living a Better Life

https://mailchi.mp/97204e1f6114/beyond-rituals-and-routines-3-keys-to-living-a-better-life

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📕 Lesson I Learned Last Week

What does “NO” mean to you?

Most people see “no” as a dead end.

But champions?

They see “no” as a signal to ask again, to explore a new path, or to try a different approach.

For them, “no” stands for:

Ask Again.

To Know.

Next Opportunity.

It’s never too late to turn things around or go after what you want.

If you’re looking to unlock new perspectives and...

Tackle those “no” moments head-on,

This week’s video is for you:

Overcome Rejection and Disappointments. Turn Setbacks into Your Greatest Comebacks

[Watch now 👇]

https://youtu.be/CWS0udqQuqI?si=yxQO_fy3S8pxc9rA

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👀 What I’m Looking Forward To

A huge thank you to everyone who joined our Leadership Mastery Breakthrough Session on November 1st!

It was an incredible turnout, and...

I couldn’t be more grateful to God and...

To you for the energy and commitment you brought.

Two powerful takeaways from attendees Christianah and Clara:

“Challenges should be seen as vitamins necessary for your transformation.”

“Leadership is not about being in charge, but taking care of those in your charge.”

Our next Breakthrough Session is on December 1st, and...

I’d love to hear what you want to master in this final session of 2024.

Let’s make it the best yet!

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Thank you for being part of this week’s Sunday Soar!

Drop a comment—I’d love to hear your thoughts and reflections.

Here’s to a week of intentional moves and bold resilience.

With much love,

YOUR GREATNESS IS VERY SURE.

Your Coach, Kayode

#dearhighperformer #sundaysoar #overcomingrejection #beyondrituals

#dear high performer #the art of comeback #sunday soar #beyond routines

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therhythmafterthesummer · 4 months ago

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Kiwi life updates!!! (I hope this isn’t too cringy. I know I love reading all the anon life updates when they give them and I hope they feel a similar sense of community. Please ignore if this is weird)

The happiest of new first. There is a new baby kiwi(rhythm you are welcome to show any pictures I’ve sent you if you’d like). Her name is Inej(like the six of crows character) however her nicknames are in(like the preposition), innie, innie, yinnie, yinnah, and baby boba. She is also very floof and boba coded hence the nickname. She’s also three, a former street cat, and enjoys windows. Likely a suitable candidate for a baby carrier however she loves her independence. She only SEVEN pounds so she is little

The kiwis are going to Korea next year!!! It will be bf 🥝s first time out of the country. And yes I’m making him take a Kpop dance class with me (I’m not actually making making him, man love just dance and is very excited although my love has no coordination)

I’m going to see Ateez in less than a month!!!!

The sad news, anyone who would like to skip can

Our sweet freya girl is no longer with us after an accident when we were out of the house. It was and still is a grief that I’ve never known. So as one pet parent to other pet parents, please please please make sure you are always maintaining a safe environment for your little guys

I hope everyone is well and healthy. I hope it’s a good comeback for the boys and stays. May your pulls be lucky and your albums be signed surprisingly. I look forward to seeing y’all on tour for dominate!

-the 🥝s

awwwww, kiwi bby!!

so so happy you're seeing ateez soon!! i hope you enjoy yourself, i've heard only good things from their concerts from a good friend of mine that's a big atiny.

it's also very exciting that the kiwis are going to Korea! hope you enjoy yourselves there too💜

here are a couple of pics from baby inej (which, btw, super cool name coming from a super cool character... i haven't read soc but i've watched shadow and bone if that counts LOL)

she's soo baby 🥰 i'm glad you guys decided to give her a home even after all that happened. once again, i am really really sorry for your loss bby. truly.

big big hugs for you and for baby boba and even 🥝bf if he'd like one!

#🥝 anon #ask

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alyjojo · 5 months ago

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Love Reading 🛐 - June 2024 - Pisces

Singles:

Who is Coming In: 6 Cups rev, Knight of Wands rev

Regarding: Ace of Wands

Long-Term Potential: The High Priestess

The same person that’s liked you since forever, back in the day and still today, nothing has changed. They’re still unreliable, still in and out, still trying to make a comeback. They could be someone that dabbles in substances/addictions or toxic behavior - and celebrates it. Like this is a good thing, this is FUN 🤩 You’re like really…wow…good for YOU! *disappears*

You’re not interested. Still. Long term, you could ghost 👻 this person or otherwise fall off the face of the planet as far as they’re concerned, because you’re still not interested. You enjoy independence away from whatever mess this person is involved in, it’s like feeling free to you. You not only want away from this but you feel like a huge weight has been lifted off of you once you are.

Messages:

- Short Hair

- I’ll wait forever

THE BUTTERFLY 🦋

- Evolving & Growth

- Next Phase

- Healing Inner Child

- Releasing the Past

Keep calm and fucking breathe.

Signs you may be dealing with:

Sagittarius, Cancer & Pisces

Couples:

Them: 2 Cups rev, Page of Pentacles, King of Swords rev

Regarding: The Hierophant

They are very cut and dry, either they feel you sabotaged the connection or they’re well aware that they did but don’t know what could be done about that. Either way, they don’t know what to do, or say, or how to move forward. I don’t think they really care. Both of you are feeling heartbreak, healing from it, but it’s only reflected in the mutual energy. By themselves, this is a very silent-treatment, IDGAF sort of person. They don’t know what to do, so they do nothing - could be how this was sabotaged, though you’re over here having given up too. No one is working on any solutions except how to move on from here it looks like. This person is emotionally very cold, condescending, possibly a liar, and possibly narcissistic with both Swords King and Cups King rev. Manipulative af with mind & emotional games, absolutely. Not for everyone but you’d know if that were the case, then this lack of emotional response makes a lot more sense, as well as their messages. Genuinely can’t 💯 They could be trying to bait an emotional response from you.

Messages:

- Leave them on read.

- I can’t feel what you feel.

NOT TODAY 😤

- Boundaries & Hurt

- Avoiding Conversation

- Not Dealing

- Still Upset

Zero fox 🦊 given.

You: 9 Swords rev, 7 Pentacles rev, 5 Swords rev

Regarding: 8 Pentacles rev

I wasn’t sure about “you can’t trust me” until the clarifiers. They don’t really believe you’re going anywhere. Ever. You don’t actually want this to end, you genuinely love this person and you probably wish things were different. This has probably happened before. Your outside energy is not doing a damn thing to fix this, there is no fixing it. You’re not stressed, not bothered (not anymore?), and you’re realizing that any effort towards reconciliation or healing a conflict is just freakin pointless - 7 Pentacles rev. How much effort have you already put into this, and what have you gotten back? That’s where your head is. But yes, you do love them, and you keep that quiet. You’re Queen of Cups here and the mutual has King of Cups rev…you probably thought this was your person for life, or you hoped it was. Could be another water sign. You can’t make them feel things, and they don’t. Can’t?

Messages:

- You can’t trust me.

- I just want ATTENTION 💯

COFFIN ⚰️

- New Beginnings

- Liberation

- Reborn & Transition

- Tragic Endings

C’mon inner peace, I don’t have all day.

Mutual: 4 Swords rev, 3 Swords, 9 Wands rev

Regarding: Ace of Cups rev

All of this love is rushing out of the connection, and it’s connected to your person. Their feelings could be changing, or they’ve been manipulating you emotionally - not for all but some. Both of you are having to heal from heartbreak from this ending or having already ended - but I’m getting that’s being done in totally different ways. Your person may want it to hurt as much as it possibly can, and could even celebrate your pain in some way, or do things publically just to make it hurt more. It feeds them. Or switch it, could be you too. I think the more emotionless someone is, the worse this hurts, the more likely there will be a complete transformation in you/them. You can only be down so much - and Phoenix shows you rising, 5 Cups rev shows you healing. Fuck this person ❤️ The Sun on both of these cards show a new day, and maybe bringing this emotional web of bs to light, for others.

Family, friends, others like you even. They may see it as you just wanting attention, and yeah, you do, from people that get it or have been there. Especially if they’re narcissistic. I get it 💯

PHOENIX 🔥

- New Phase & Rekindle

- Renew & Growth

- Changed Mind

- Rise From Ashes

Chill. The. Fuck. Out. - reversed, you have every reason to not chill one bit

Signs you may be dealing with:

Cancer, Scorpio, Taurus, Virgo, Gemini & Libra

#pisces #love reading #june 2024 #singles reading #couples reading #love tarot #relationships #situationships #ex’s #tarot reading #astrology

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lavender-annd-lilac · 2 years ago

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Early New Year’s resolution: try to leave THREE (3) actual comments before getting on to the self indulgent wisecracks let’s goooo 🤠

1.) I gotta give it to her, reader has some unwavering focus when she has a goal in mind. I mean yeah it the goals seems to come from a place of low self esteem, but the determination is there.

2.) Lloyd is the straight up chaotic evil character in a dnd campaign. Unfortunately, his shit is pretty entertaining (to me lol)… like give the villain a few good quips and I’ll low key root for them (to have more dialogue). See also: Loki

3.) Colin seems… idk if he immediately assumed his wife cheated on him bc he’s insecure about himself/the relationship, or he’s just one of those guys that think all women are ~jezebels

MST3K style commentary under the cut 🙈

wrap the gift

Wrap??? Lady, may I introduce u to… the gift bag?

As you close the trunk, a hand slaps down on the metal,

“Shut the fuck up,” you snap as you swing your door open.

Don’t make me call my girl Kelsey 😤😤😤

He bends down and taps on the window with his knuckles.

Spray him with that window anti freeze washer stuff!!! (I don’t have a car lol what is this function called??? 😫)

He slips out his leather wallet and plucks out a bill. He waves it in the air.

THIS IS SO UNHINGED. Sir, this is a parking lot not a fucking Chippendales so put your stripper money away 😒

You hit the gas, lurching forward so he staggers away.

This is why u need those zombie cars from The Walking Dead with like pitchforks attached to the front

He drops the bill and stomps his foot as he stops.

Ok… I’m not like living in extreme poverty or anything but u bet ur ass I’d circle around the block and then come back to retrieve this money 😳

“Woah, woah, baby, I’m tryna apologise here.”

Oh wait… nvm 😩

"You need a new car and you're buying me a watch," he sighs.

Wait.. not to be like “how much could a banana cost, Michael”, but are these things equivalent in price? Like, I know watches can be expensive but like dang. Imagine wearing a jeep on your wrist lol

"Can I help you, bozo?" The stranger replies, "who the fuck are you?"

I’m losing it lmao 🤣 yes yes he’s the villain here but I love this idgaf energy. Like, the next time a pushy salesperson (not Kelsey, obvi) says “can I help u” for the third time I’m going to say this EXACT thing in my head bc I’m deathly afraid of confrontation

"Husband? Baby, you didn't mention a husband. Oh, look at that, you put your ring back on,"

Wow he trained at UCB huh… some impressive improv going on here.

"Don't worry about paying me back, baby, the old man looks like he needs something snappy,"

She should have yes and-ed him tbh until it escalated to such a bizarre and obviously comedic scenario

"You fucking this dude?" Colin exclaims as he stands, "is that where you got the money?"

So hypothetically, if she was fucking him, would it make a difference if she got paid for it? I mean, from a husband perspective, is that really your primary concern when u think ur wife potentially cheated on u? lol

"Someone's gotta," the man taunts.

It’s the snappy comebacks for me fam 👌

"She calls me daddy," the guy snickers

Wait he’s a Harvard alum right? Maybe he wrote for the Lampoon 🤷‍♀️ Makes sense since SNL loves their Harvard boys

Tina Fey knows what’s up

Colin turns to shove him, nearly sending him into the next table. Half the restaurant stares in your direction.

3 kinds of ppl here:

Those who pretend they aren’t looking:

Those looking around awkwardly:

And me:

"Give him the fucking watch!" Colin growls

Lmaooo I feel like this is such a bitch boy perspective. He’s like, u might have cheated on me, but if u return this watch at least u won’t be a whore 😂 the idea of ur partner being a sex worker is somehow worse than them being a regular ol’ cheater lol

You don't understand what just happened

Me neither sis. Haha imagine if he just goes around doing this shit so he can crush his SNL audition or something lmao

Unsolicited 2

Warnings: bad self-thought/talk, bullying, insults, low self-esteem, money problems, more dark elements to come.

Wouldn't mind some feedback! Lloyd was driving me nuts so I had to do it. Thank you in advance 💜

On your way out, you stop and grab a few groceries to justify your trip to the mall. You still have a lot to do when you get home and your mind’s already three steps ahead; tidy up, put everything away, wrap the gift, and the most tedious task of getting yourself done up. The reservation you made a week ago fills you with dread.

You pop the trunk and drop in the bags, tucking the watch safely between them. As you close the trunk, a hand slaps down on the metal, startling you. It’s him, that man.

“Excuse me,” he steps closer and you back away, “try not to dirty my car.”

You frown as he gets nearer and side steps you. You look around at the Lexus parked just behind your beat up Neesan. Fuck, really?

You huff and shake your head as you skirt around to the driver’s side, “you take that watch back for grocery money or–” You ignore him as you unlock the car door, “I got some spare change in my glove compartment if you really need the gas money.”

“Shut the fuck up,” you snap as you swing your door open.

“I might even take my wallet out if you take the coat off. Heave up the tits and–”

You growl and drop into the seat. Before you can slam the door, it’s caught and you look up at the man as his hand holds it back. Panic thumps in your chest and you pull on the handle frantically.

“What the fuck– get–” You hit the horn with your other hand, “help–”

“Oh, shut up,” he snarls and lets the door go. It snaps closed and you jolt in the seat.

He bends down and taps on the window with his knuckles. You ignore him as you hit the lock switch and fumble with your keys. Why won’t he leave you alone? You twist the ignition and the engine chuffs to life.

He steps in front of your car as he reaches under his jacket. He slips out his leather wallet and plucks out a bill. He waves it in the air.

“How about a backseat handie, babe?” You hit your horn again and he winces, covering his ears, “fuck! It’s the best offer you’ll get.”

You hit the gas, lurching forward so he staggers away. He drops the bill and stomps his foot as he stops.

“Woah, woah, baby, I’m tryna apologise here.”

“Get the fuck out of my way,” you holler through the windshield, “now!”

You let off the break again and he stumbles out of your path. You roll on and he kicks the side of your car. You squeeze the wheel as your adrenaline pumps through your veins. As you steer between the rows of vehicles, your tears spill out at last.

You idle at the end of the column and take out your phone. You check your rearview. There’s no one behind you. Still, it’s good to be prepared. Just in case.

You breathe out and leave your phone unlocked in the passenger’s seat. You put your hands back on the wheel and continue through the lot, finding the nearest exit as you keep checking your side and rear mirrors.

As you turn onto the street, you see a flash of dark blue, the same shade as the Lexus. You putter at the red light and look over your shoulder then check your mirror again. It’s not there. You’re paranoid.

You wipe your face and sniff up your fear. You just want to get home and get everything sorted out. It was just one very strange, upsetting encounter. You aren’t going to let it ruin Colin’s surprise.

💎

"Babe, did I tell you how hot you look?" Colin purrs as he pulls out your chair.

You blush, touching your warm cheeks as you sit. You thank him as he sits across from you, the hostess handing out menus and reciting the specials. She leaves you to peruse as you hold your purse anxiously in your lap.

"Getting ready to go so soon?" Colin kids as he watches you wring the strap.

"N-no, no," you say, still uneasy.

You just want to give him his gift. It's what today's all been about yet that shadow follows you, the man from the jewelry shop calling out your extra rolls like you don't already know. At least your husband's kind enough to act like they don't exist.

"This place is nice," he says, "new job hasn't started yet."

"I know, it's my treat," you teeter on the edge of your seat "I've been saving and I just want you to know that I love you."

"Of course I know that–"

"No, no, I wanna show you and I wanna be better. I'm gonna be more active and keep up with things better," you chew your lip and unzip your purse, the fabric chafing your hips as you're reminded of the too small dress pinching your skin, "and I picked up some extra shifts."

You dig your hand in your bag and take out the wrapped box. The shiny green paper catching the chandelier above your table. You put it in front of him and sit back.

"I'm proud of you. Your new job, how you take care of me…"

"What…"

"Just open it," you insist, "please."

He chuckles and looks around, "I hope you didn't spend too much. It's been tight."

"It's not from our account, I've been saving, just don't worry about that."

"Alright, alright," he traces along a fold and jams his thumb underneath. He tears through and your anticipation has you vibrating.

As he pulls away the paper he turns the box over. He sees the jeweler's logo and gives pause, sending a look in your direction. His cheek twitches and he pops open the lid on its hinges.

"Gotta be spiffy for the new job," you say, "do you like it?"

He stares and for a moment, you're scared.

"I love it, but it must've been so expensive."

"No, no, I got a good deal and even added on the insurance so you can get it cleaned–"

"You need a new car and you're buying me a watch," he sighs.

"Colin, I–"

"I know, I know, it's amazing, babe, you're amazing but…" he looks up and his throat bobs, "what did I do to deserve you?"

"Me? What about you? You're–"

Your name interrupts your sentence. You freeze, the timbre throwing you off. You furrow your brow as Colin gives an equally confused look. You slowly look over as a man steps up beside you. It's that man. How does he know who you are?

"Hi, can I help you?" Colin interjects.

"Can I help you, bozo?" The stranger replies, "who the fuck are you?"

"I– I'm her husband, who the fuck are you?" Colin shifts in his seat.

"Husband? Baby, you didn't mention a husband. Oh, look at that, you put your ring back on," the man continues.

"What? No, huh?" You sputter, "would you just go–"

"Babe, who is this?" Colin asks.

"I don't know, he–"

"Don't worry about paying me back, baby, the old man looks like he needs something snappy," he winks at Colin, "jeez, wish you'd said something, I'd have been more subtle–"

"You fucking this dude?" Colin exclaims as he stands, "is that where you got the money?" He throws the watch down and injects himself between the table and the stranger, "you're fucking my goddamn wife?"

"Someone's gotta," the man taunts.

"No, no– I don't know him. He--" you grab Colin's arm and he rips away from you, "please, listen to me, he's just some jerk from the store–"

"And how does he know your name?"

"I don't know. I don't even know who he is, please. I–"

"She calls me daddy," the guy snickers and Colin turns to shove him, nearly sending him into the next table. Half the restaurant stares in your direction.

"Give him the fucking watch!" Colin growls at you, "fucking slut."

He grabs his jacket and storms out. You blink dumbly and turn to snatch your purse. The man moves into your path before you can follow your husband.

"Who are you? Why are you doing this?" You rasp.

"Like I said, you can call me daddy," he flicks your chin, "Lloyd works too."

You sneer and elbow past him, flinching as his hand bounces off your ass. You don't look back as you hurry away, desperate to catch up to Colin before he's gone. You don't understand what just happened.

#lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen

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hyunverse · 2 years ago

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ooooo that’s nice !!! currently doing my chores listening to music as well, we’re twinning how cute ^_^. kimchi ramen sounds so good rn 😩. i had our fave for breakfast, sushiiiiii!!! i got cucumber avocado bc they had no salmon and it was delishhhh. call me angel again and watch me sob <///3. you’re too cute it hurts my heart, KISSESSSS 💗💗. i rly do love your writing and the angst just hits every time. so i am very much looking forward to wtvr comes out next hehe

OMFG PLS DO ASSIGN THEM MYTHOLOGY TALES I WILL LOSE MY MINDDDDDDD !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! if you do it my one request will be the sirens story when the sirens lured the sailors into dying LMAO that would be so perfect w any of them. danceracha perhaps ???that’s my fave mythology tale tho 😋😋. what’s yours? i’m curious ^_^

yep yep yep you get it ! it’s too tempting. i will forever say that money does in fact buy happiness bc money provides me w everything that makes me happy so 😇. and it really is always thursday’s 😭. my mom was just being rly unkind and stuff <////3. im pretty used to it atp but for some reason everything she was saying was just like ouchhhhhh yk ?? i’m slowly getting over it tho until the next event happens lol 🙏🏼 thank you for being here for me love :((. just talking to you and reading your stuff makes me so happy. it’s nice to know someone cares about what i have to say so i rly enjoy interacting w you :)) AND skz comeback rly helps pull through LOL, i agree they’re all doing these comebacks too fast bc what about our bank accounts skz 💔💔💔

MINHO PICSSSS grrrr i adore you 😠😠. he’s so cute that just made me smile sm ily :(( but yes new rachavlog had me smiling NONSTOP through the whole video, seeing them happy and seeing chan relax for once just makes my heart full. hyunjins outfit ALONE was so bf. and him taking over the cooking and all that at the restaurant ??? HUSBAND ENERGYYYYYYYYY he is so boyfie. tempted to write hyunjin fluff lately bc he’s just so dreamy and it makes me insane 😇😇

- 🐈‍⬛ the spamming has began again pls forgive 😔🙏🏼 hugs hugs hugs

kimchi ramen always!!! either that or the buldak ramen. god i’ve been eating instant noodles daily due to the fact that it’s ramadan and the campus cafes are closed </3 on my period rn so i can’t fast hehe. maybe i shud order some real food tmr instead zzzz. sushi sounds so good rn 😭 if only there were sushi restaurants near my campus, i would order some tomorrow ☹️ but there aren’t ☹️ dislike living in a small village, i can’t cope!!!

i will call you my angel all the time then because you are indeed my angel <3 the angel-est of them all!! truly!! sneak peek: another drabble of mine will be based on the musical tick tick boom!! angst <3 again <3

wait idk the sailor myth that ure talking abt omg 💔 will look up into it 🤝 mmm lemme try assigning them myths... i feel like the tale of orpheus and eurydice gives off so much hyunjin. being deeply in love and being overtaken by despair just feels hyunjin, yk? that’s all i could think of rn T_T my fav myth is the entire the iliad story!! it’s so interesting to me. i think achilles is a very interesting character. huge angst potential too.

naw, baby :( ‘m sorry to hear that. sending u affection to compensate for the unkind words. you’re absolutely perfect the way you are, and ‘m proud of you!! thank you for merely existing, and i’m proud that you’re doing the best you could right now. you deserve so many good things ♡ i haven’t even met you or known you deeply but just by the things we’ve talked about, i can tell that you’re an incredible individual. you’re attentive, a great mood-maker, a joy to be around and kind. you make my days brighter. thank you for sticking around ♡

i’m planning to preorder for their next comeback (we are looking past my sad bank account) so ngl hopefully it’s not anytime too soon LOLLLL. maybe after eid bcs i’ll have eid money by then 😈 i’ll be free to spend money on their albums LOL.

and i adore you too, my angel!! pls write the hyune fluff i am on my knees begging 🙏 hyune fluff supremacy!! yes his outfit was so boyfriend <3 i loved seeing all of them unwind. the way jisung bowled too like he fr rolled the ball down </3 sucha jisung thing to do. i wanna go to a barbecue with hyunjin just to sit still look pretty and let him do the cooking 🧘‍♀ he looks so hubby that way. imagine going to a hotpot place with him too OHHH I’M DELUSIONAL ‼️

i adore the spamming so don’t u worry my love!!! kisses and hugs for u angel <333

#rin’s lovemail!#🐈‍⬛ anon 💌

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crazyblondelife · 2 years ago

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Can you ever have too many striped sweaters? I think not! Stripes are great in every season and suit my casual style perfectly!

I could and wear some form of this outfit every day. Straight leg, mid-rise jeans, a well made tee, a sweater thrown over my shoulders…just in case, and Gucci shoes! It feels good to be comfortable!

Yesterday was a day of errand running, but it was still a little cool and I didn't think just a tee shirt would keep me warm enough so I added this cute striped sweater from Zara, casually thrown over my shoulders. I got it last October when I was in Paris with my daughter (yes, I went into Zara in Paris) and I’ve worn it often! It’s thick and the quality is amazing!

The jeans…

I’m having such a time with jeans right now! There are so many styles, washes and rises to choose from and it’s confusing. I do wear the high waisted styles…they’re not my favorites but, luckily, mid and low rise jeans are making a comeback! When I don wear the high waisted styles, I usually pair them with a cropped blouse or tee so that I’m not having to tuck something into the waist of the jeans because it’s just too much fabric around my midsection and it’s uncomfortable to me. That’s been my best solution for high rise style jeans.

For my short waisted body type, a lower rise works much better and is more comfortable. I love to do a half tuck with my longer tees and leave blouses untucked on one side. It’s an updated and trendy way to wear a classic button up blouse.

The shoes…

Not long ago, I wrote about how I struggled with how to wear my Gucci loafers (also purchased in Paris) and when I’m wearing them with jeans, straight leg styles are the solution. These lug sole loafers aren’t for everyone, but if you’re looking for comfort they’re amazing and I’m sure I’ll be wearing them for years to come!

I hope you all have a great weekend! It’s going to be so pretty here and I’m looking forward to planting some flowers, taking Amos for long walks, having one of our last fires, playing basketball with my grandsons and doing a little cooking! I’ve got some really great recipes lined up for next week and I’ll have a few up on my Instagram stories over the weekend!

Thanks for reading and please don’t forget to leave a comment!

#fashion #spring fashion #wearing denim #denim trends

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jeongjaebae · 2 years ago

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kim sunwoo is literally going to be the death of me i sweaarrrr 😭😭😭😭 and yeah now that you mention it LOL i guess my bias line is dance line ft. sangyeon (you can imagine how well i was faring during the no diggity special stage jwhdkwkfek). i usually don’t have a specific archetype i gravitate towards for biases i think? usually the loserboys get me LMAO but i usually just go for anyone who i think is cute and who i’m endeared by !! like for seventeen my bias is hoshi which came kind of out of the blue for me but idk i want to keep him in my pocket T.T and for nct 127 my bias is doyoung but my nct dream bias is haechan so its a vast assortment of different personalities LOL. do you have a bias line or a type u like to gravitate towards too (for tbz and/or svt haha)?? i might be missing some off the top of my head but i think those songs def are in my top picks for bsides from reveal !

and yeah i noticed that too :(( it didnt help that 2022 was really hectic for them esp with the world tour jebdkwkdn ist is so …. 😭 i mean we all know how ist is lmfao but they’ve all said they talked a lot with each other and the company about what’s coming next so i’m really excited to see what’s gonna be in their future! and yes ! i think the comeback in january is gonna be a continuation of whisper? they teased the whistle sound at the end of the whisper mv at their kbs song festival performance so i think its definitely gonna be connected!

and i am actually… in the process of writing a tbz fic right now HAHA its a sunwoo fic! i’m probably gonna post it over at @/svnzwu for fandom consistency’s sake rather than my svt blog haha but im hoping i can take advantage of this winter break to get all if not most of it done ! BTW. UR LATEST SUNWOO FIC WAS SO ….. AUGGHHH so so so cute !! always always loving your writing <3 and yes we should make an initiative lmao Operation: Revive Deobiblr HAHA

and happy holidays!! i hope you had a merry christmas and christmas eve (if you celebrate) 🫶🫶

ngl all your talk about sunwoo (esp in that racer outfit) has gotten me in a slight sunwoo phase like.... have you seen the way he dances 👀 but yeahHHH the no diggity stage had all ur faves!! oooh you bias hoshiii 😍 i swear... when i saw him with that bird.... omg. do you have a svt bias line? also the way haechan and doyoung are the ones who like to fight each other LOL. oh yeah there was a saying in deobiland about how your bias wreckers tend to be the rest of the "line" that your bias is in - if you bias ju then your wreckers might be hyunjae or younghoon, if you bias sunwoo then wreckers might be changmin and chanhee. which seemed to be true for the people i've seen around here but you have an interesting bias line!! i think i tend to like the members who get teased by other members LMAO. so... like mingyu 😶 otherwise for svt i'd say junhui, hoshi, minghao, wonwoo! and for tbz sangyeon, younghoon!! (always rotating tho,,, as i once said "why have a dish when you can have a buffet" hehe)

ohh yeah i heard tbz were talking about the comeback on vlive and it seemed like it'd be darker/sexier? or at least a smoother choreo like no air, which i'm looking forward to!! is there like a particular concept you want to see them do? and omg ist really be making mistakes here, did you see the whole thing about eric's new song and how the producer plagiarized it.... yikes. the poor guy just got back from hiatus too like pleaseee 😭

ahhh ty for reading and for your comments!!! 🫶 the fics definitely hit different when it's for your bias right?!?! ooh what's your sunwoo fic about? and yesss i have a couple more things for Operation: Revive Deobiblr but hopefully we get some more traction with the other award shows and jan comeback 🤩

and yesss hope you had a nice christmas with your family!! happy new year too, may it be filled with all the nice things coming your way!!✨💖💫

#ask #cat <3

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“He also seems to be accepting of me as a villain. Of course I’m not going to drag him into my schemes. It’s just nice to be treated by your character rather than your career. He also seems to have an intensive knowledge of science, particularly in chemistry. It’s great to talk about similar subjects that we both understand.” Even though they just had one date, Two Brains felt a special connection with Henry. It was almost like they could relate to each other on some level. Victor smiled warmly at his brother’s happiness. He was glad Gene was opening up his heart again after so long. “Well, have fun with your next “meeting” with Henry on Wednesday.” Victor teased. Dr. Two Brains gave the man a smug expression. “I will.” He retorted. Victor chuckled. Soon the brothers bid goodbye to each other with Victor having to work on fixing Winnie while Two Brains did his own thing. Neither were aware of a figure watching them from a distance. “This is interesting.” A female voice remarked with a sly smile. “I’ll make sure to let the boss know.” The figure then went back to her errands. She was glad she took that request from Arthur to pick up some for his experiments. Molly picked up her phone and dialed a familiar number. “Hello.” A male voice responded on the other end. “Hey boss, I spotted Henry today sometime after you saw him.” Molly eagerly spoke. “You’ll never believe who he is suddenly dating.”

Hyde was getting antsy and bored. He was tired of being cooped up in Henry’s mind and their apartment. Of course Henry let Hyde out to spend time with their daughter Amber, but that was about it. Henry didn’t want Hyde out on the streets again so soon after his fiasco. Hyde didn’t disagree with him in the beginning. Though he refused to admit it aloud, Hyde was still afraid of being hunted down by the EVA and other heroes. So the blonde man graciously stayed indoors with Amber and let Jekyll have his turn when he was done. Hyde was relieved that it wasn’t like the incident with the fire. Thinking about it did cause turmoil within the man, particularly due to the connection with Two Brains now. Hyde didn’t understand Whiskers. On one hand the guy was a regular bloke. He was a loving and caring parent towards his own wee lass. He was definitely in love with Henry. It was genuine too. Hyde hated to admit but Whiskers had stirred up feelings within the blonde man as well. He was obviously more open about his emotions than bloody Lanyon. This was also a problem for Hyde. Dr. Two Brains seemed like a bomb went off whenever you said or did something that triggered him. He only knew of two triggers now. Maddrix and Whisker’s parents. Hyde nor Henry didn’t know what not to say in order to avoid a negative reaction. Hyde was honestly afraid of seeing that enraged expression again. It was almost like facing a demon. Hyde let out an involuntary shiver. No, he couldn’t be afraid of the EVA or the heroes. He especially couldn’t be afraid of Whiskers. He was the Spirit of London at Night. He was the evil side of Henry Jekyll. Hyde was born to be a villain. One way or another, Hyde was going to be the most terrible villain that Fair City ever faced. ‘And me wee pup Amber will definitely like me more than Wordgirl.’ Hyde thought with his signature, maniacal grin. Oh yes. He was going to make his comeback. No one was going to stop him.

Unaware of Hyde’s plans, Henry was once again eagerly looking forward to his second date with Dr. Two Brains. Henry wanted to try somewhere different this time. Luckily he found a nice diner located next to a science museum. They could look around the exhibits and discuss or critique each theory or device there. Then they later could have a bite to eat next door. Hyde groaned inside Henry’s mind about how boring his idea was for a second date. Henry rolled his eyes and ignored his counterpart. Dr. Two Brains on the other hand was in agreement with Henry’s plans as indicated by his text back to him with a heart emoji attached. @unhingedexperimenter

(You can tag me on my tgs side blog. I also apologize but I know a few Scottish words. So to anyone reading this I apologize for the inaccuracy.) Becky Boxleitner noticed a change in the atmosphere as she and her pet monkey Bob walked into the sixth grade classroom. All of the students were excitedly chatting with one another. Becky and Bob exchanged confused looks at the scene. 'What is going on?' They both thought. Becky walked to where her friends Violet Heaslip, Rose Franklin, and Todd Scoops Ming were sitting, also joining in the excited yet low volume chattering. "Hey guys what's going on?" Becky asked her friends. They each turned their heads to greet their friend. "Hey Becky guess what, we're getting a new teacher for our class!" Scoops exclaimed. Becky looked surprised at the announcement. Bob also mimicked her facial expression. "Wait really? What happened to Miss Davis?" Becky asked, wondering what happened to their old teacher. It was just a week only into the new school year so a sudden teacher exchange was a complete shock to Becky especially since there were no announcements about it beforehand. "Miss Davis had to move back home because of a family emergency." Rose Franklin answered. "The principal had to scramble to find a new teacher to fill in for our class. It was all last minute stuff." Becky nodded in understanding of her friends' answers. It was a nice perk to be friends who were upcoming reporters. Soon the final bell rang which indicated for every student to take their seats. Becky took her place beside her best friend Violet and Bob plopped down next to her. Soon a man who looked to be in his mid 30s walked in and towards the desk. He had curly brown air, an arched nose, and reddish brown eyes. He wore a tan button-down shirt with a red vest as well as brown slacks and dark suede shoes. The man gave a pleasant and warm smile to all the students there. "Hello my name is Dr. Henry Jekyll and I will be your teacher for the school year." Becky and the other kids ears perked up as they took note of the man's accent. Even Tobey became slightly interested in his new teacher. None of them were sure where their new teacher was from. Dr. Jekyll gave a light chuckle as if he could sense their growing curiosity about him. He lightly clapped his hands together to gain their undivided attention and focus. "Well since this is my first time teaching here, why don't we all play a little game so we can all get better acquainted with each other. Here's what to do. One at a time, say your name and share a wee bit about yourself. Likes, family, interests and all that. I'll go first to show ya what ah mean. Again. My name is Dr. Henry Jekyll. I was born in Glasgow but ah moved to London where I attended university. I have a five year old wee lassie or daughter named Amber. I enjoy chemistry and reading on occasions. Now who would like to go next?" @unhingedexperimenter

Of course Tobey had taken the opportunity to place attention on himself and to have a reason to boast about himself. “My name is Tobey McCallister the third and I will be the most intelligent student you'll meet here.” The others had rolled their eyes, used to this kind of behavior from their peers. Becky seemed to be the most annoyed by it. Having been forced to put up with his destructive tantrums in the past. Henry smiled just as warmly as before. Unbothered by the obnoxious behavior that the boy had been displaying. Tobey had been going on about himself for a good few minutes before the teacher finally spoke up. “Ahem, yes. Thank you for that Mr. McCallister. Would anyone else like to tell me a bit about themselves as well?” No one could tell that behind the facade, Dr. Henry Jekyll was becoming more irritated by the moment. Not by the child but by the pest that refused to leave him be. Scoffing within his head at what they just heard. He didn't share the disembodied voice's opinion but wanted to give the other children a chance to introduce themselves as well. To the others' shock, Tobey seemed to have taken this well. Quickly going back to his desk with no issues. Becky was relieved at that. Soon the other children had started to introduce themselves to their new teacher with little to no issues. He seemed genuinely nice enough to her. This new teacher didn't seem like most of the adults within this city. Some she had to define words repeatedly for. Dr. Jekyll knew what he was teaching and knew his vocabulary. It was Violet who had brought Becky out from her own thoughts, calling her name. Waving a hand in front of her face. “Becky?” The girl smiled in an embarrassed manner. “Huh? Yes?” Violet smiled, patient with her best friend. “Why don't you introduce yourself now? Nearly everybody else already did.” She had given a surprised expression. Becky hadn't realized that she was so lost within her thoughts until then. She stood up and began speaking. “My name is Becky Boxleitner and I also like libraries,reading and Pretty Princess.” The presence that was grating at the teacher's nerves had deemed this too dull to enjoy. Leaving Dr. Jekyll be to his teaching. Well, getting to know his students. He was happy to see that they were engaged in these activities that were meant to break the ice. Though one student in particular had caught his attention the most. Becky. While she did seem rather bright, there was something strange about her behavior at times. Pausing whatever she was doing at the time to listen in on something. Thinking it went unnoticed. Even once looking alarmed and she made an excuse to go to the bathroom. He had allowed it. Feeling that it would've been better to have let her. It seemed…oddly familiar. As if he had seen that behavior somewhere before but couldn't figure out exactly where from. When the school day was finally over, Becky had gone to go home like the others. Dr. Jekyll had of course stayed behind to set more things up within his new classroom. Making a plan on exactly what he'll actually start teaching the next day. Though, the grating voice had returned to be a thorn in his side. “Come on. Leave this boring stuff alone. Leave it until tomorrow. I've been pent up for far too long. Let's have some fun.” This had earned an eye roll and a loud huff from the teacher. “No, I've got to get this done now. You will have enough time tonight. Just be patient until then.” A shadowy figure formed in front of Dr. Jekyll. A frown on its face. “But this is so extremely dull. I want to stretch my legs. I want to make myself known already.” Dr. Jekyll glared. “And that is precisely why I'm so hesitant to let you out so soon. At least let us get acclimated to our surroundings first.” The figure let out an annoyed groan. “You know you want this as much as I do. Otherwise you'd never have any actual fun in the sad and pathetic life you call yours.”

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~ Rowaelin Month ~ Day 2 (Round 2): Babies/Pregnancy

We’re all just going to ignore how late this is. So, Striking Matches just had another birthday and I can’t so Rowaelin Month without these guys making a comeback. So please enjoy.

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Aelin had eaten all her food, well… all the food she wanted to eat anyway. She had got through her fresh fruit, popcorn and mixed nuts, then she had looked at her very healthy salad prepared by her very fussy husband and her stomach turned. The whole thing was completely unappetising, she couldn’t even stand the smell of it. The scent of the vinegary dressing jammed itself up her nose and even made Aelin gag. Very quickly she put the lid back on and pushed it away from herself before it met a grimmer fate. Her next action was to pick up her phone to complain to her husband about her dismal circumstances.

>> Why did I let you make me a salad for lunch?

Aelin waited for a reply in the quiet staffroom, she was the only one in there because her class was in the library for this lesson so she decided to use the time for a snack break.

<< Because you wanted to eat healthier.

The very truthful message received a glare. He was right, Aelin had said she wanted to eat healthier, eat better, for the baby. It wasn’t a bad thing. As her overly fussy husband liked to remind her, everything she ate the baby ate and it would be a good idea to get a few more greens into her diet.

>> I made a mistake.

<< Why? What happened?

Aelin sighed. She wasn’t exactly starving, but yeah she could definitely eat. So instead of saying that she chose a more tactical approach.

>> The baby doesn’t like the dressing. I’ve run out of food.

<< Oh no, what a disaster.

>> Don’t sass me, this is serious.

It took a minute or so for another message to come through.

<< Did you eat everything you could?

>> I’ve eaten everything the baby will allow me to.

<< What a little punk. They’re lucky they're cute.

Aelin laughed at that one. All they’d seen of their baby were blurry black and white images, hardly any discernible features.

>> Maybe if you could give me something to look forward to? Promise me you’ll stop by the bakery on your way home and I’m sure I’ll be able to last.

<< I don’t know, Aelin. You did make me promise to help you keep the junk to a minimum.

>> Yes, but this is an emergency.

<< I believe working as a firefighter I know what an emergency is and this is definitely not an emergency.

Aelin huffed. Damn her husband and his simple rationality.

>> There are different kinds of emergencies, Buzzard. Not all include smoke and flames. Come on, the baby has made the decision here. This isn’t coming from me.

When he didn’t reply Aelin decided to give him a nudge in the right direction.

>> Maybe something from the bakery.

Down the road from the firehouse there was a bakery and just about everything they sold Aelin would eat without question. And knowing Rowan he would cover his bases and get a few things. She waited for confirmation, getting excited at the prospect of treats. But it didn’t come, there was no playful resignation. No more bickering. Just silence. Aelin tried not to get annoyed by it, that was an irrational reaction. Something could have come up and Rowan no longer had the time. Like a real emergency as he had implied.

Aelin sighed, gave her phone one more look before she slipped it into her pocket.

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The corridors were quiet as Rowan walked towards Aelin’s classroom. There was a hum of commotion when he passed a doorway but other than that there was no one else around. He managed to to get himself a little excursion by swapping desk duty with Fenrys and taking out one of the small response vehicles, That way if there was a call out he would be able to get there without much fuss. One hand was rested next to where his pager was clipped to his belt and the other held a bag of pastries that he knew his wife was going to love.

He hadn’t seen the point in waiting until after work to give them to her. The semi closeness of their workplaces had some benefits. And bringing his lovely wife who was doing such a great job of growing their child a few things to eat was just one of them.

Her brightly decorated door greeted him, the lettering of ‘Miss G’ the biggest feature of all. Rowan peeked through the window and saw her moving between tables, smiling and talking to her students. She was wearing a plain green t-shirt that was tucked into a pencil skirt made of a stretchy material. It hugged her baby bump which she had been proudly showing off since it appeared. He watched her for a moment. If he didn’t have somewhere to be he would have watched her for a little longer, but he was on a time limit.

Rowan opened the door as quietly as he could, trying not to disturb the class or draw attention to himself. No one noticed him; they went on working and paying attention to their teacher. He loved to watch Aelin as she worked, she had a way with the kids that she taught and a natural affinity with her profession. Adorable was the first word that came to mind, but it was more than that.

“Okay, guys,” Aelin said, standing up straighter and resting a hand on her bump. “It’s time to finish up with our handwriting. When you’ve finished the page you can go to the mindful colouring tray and pick a page to work on. Then it will be time for lunch.”

As a few of the students started to bustle about Rowan’s cover was finally blown. One of the boys had spotted him as he got up to put his book away.

“Fireman Whitethorn!”

Aelin's head snapped over to the door, her face was confused and then brightening when she realised it was him standing there.

“Hey, how are we doing?” Rowan said, finally closing the door all the way and then stepping into the classroom.

He recognised Aelin’s class, a month or so ago they had come to the firehouse which seemed to be the new tradition with her classes since the first excursion two years ago. In response to his question, there was a smattering of ‘goods’ and some more greetings. Aelin weaved through the desks and came right up to him, placing a chaste kiss on lips. She didn’t go far after that, tucking herself into his side.

“What are you doing here?” Aelin asked. “It’s quite the surprise.”

Rowan just held up the bag in his hand.

“You didn’t,” she was grinning wider now. “You spoil me.”

By now they had gathered an audience, about half the class was still in their chairs, the others had gathered around them in a semi-circle.

“I couldn’t very well leave you here and starving,” there was a lot of sarcasm dripping from that last word. That earned Rowan a pinch to his side and his over the stop reaction had the class giggling.

“Fireman Whitethorn,” a little girl with freckles and strawberry blonde pigtails that he couldn’t remember the name of, raised her hand. “Is that your baby too?”

“Well, I sure hope so,” Rowan replied smoothly, making Aelin snort.

“Miss G, I have a question,” this time it was a boy who had something to say.

Recovering quickly, Aelin asked, “What is it, Joey?”

“How are babies made?”

This time Rowan was the one to break, he wheezed which he tried to cover with a cough. He ended up hiding his face in his elbow as he choked on another laugh. The only hint of Aelin’s amusement was the smile she was fighting and trying very hard to hide.

“You know what, I can’t remember,” Aelin said, her voice shaking just a little. “That’s one you need to go home and ask your parents about.”

To save them from any other awkward questions the bell rang and now all the children were on their feet.

“Alrighty, guys grab your lunch boxes and go next door. Make sure you don’t make any mess,” Aelin told them.

It only took a few moments for the students to clear out through the classroom door and then it was just to two of them, well maybe three technically. Rowan raised a questioning brow and Aelin tilted her head trying to figure him out.

“They visit classes to eat lunch, helps with socialisation,” Aelin explained and when Rowan’s expression didn’t change she poked him in the shoulder. “What?”

Rowan caught her by the waist again and pulled her closer, she moulded to him all too easily—the best she could with the bump in the way. “You don’t remember? I certainly do.”

Aelin laughed, still feigning ignorance. “I’m sure you do, but yeah… it’s escaping me.”

“I’m sure I can remind you when we get home,” Rowan’s voice was low and a little rough, just the way Aelin liked it.

She shivered but from the gleam in her eye he knew she wasn’t about to take the bait. “That’s not how twins work.”

He guffawed, that had caught him off guard.

“I think you missed some crucial parts in your sex education. I can’t get pregnant again, what a ridiculous thing to say, Rowan,” Aelin kept on.

“I’m ridiculous?” Rowan interjected, but his darling wife just pretended like she hadn’t heard him.

“I’m sure I have a book around here.”

Aelin went to pull away but Rowan wasn’t letting her get anywhere. He tugged her hand so that she faced his fully and wasted no time in cupping her cheek. She smiled and there was another round of snark coming, Rowan just knew it. To stop it, Rowan kissed her—Aelin hummed contentedly into him, her finger digging into his shirt of his uniform. When they pulled apart Rowan was pleased to see her face was flushed.

“You know exactly what I mean. And when we get home I’ll be more than happy to prove it to you,” Rowan’s words held a promise.

Aelin nodded. “Yeah, yeah. Sounds good.”

“Go on, eat your food,” Rowan rustled the bag Aelin still held. “I should get back before Lorcan kicks my ass.”

Rowan finally let her go, and Aelin opened her bag of treats. She looked utterly delighted as she pulled out a chocolate filled croissant and tore the end off. What made her unbelievably adorable was the dance she did on the spot as she ate it.

Then she looked at him, mouth still half full and mischief dancing in her eyes. “Tell your boss to leave you unmmaimed. You have a promise to keep.”

Rowan lent in, kissing her goodbye instead saying it. “Don’t I know it.”

~~~~~

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