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[khaire-traveler]

I reiterate that if you're going to ask people for donations, you will come across as extremely suspicious if you spam their inbox. People are likely to report and/or block you, thinking you're a bot. If you need donations, I do not recommend going about like this. I really, REALLY do not recommend it.

[twpsyn-who]

Talking a little bit about 'boycotting Eurovision' under Keep Reading, feel free to scroll down if is not what you want to see.

The most used argument on the matter of banning Israel from Eurovision is the fact that Russia got banned from Eurovision, which is the worst argument anyone could bring.

Kindly reminder that Russia didn't get banned because of the war with Ukraine. Russia got banned because many countries has threatened to withdraw from the competition. Sadly, that's a big difference.

Yes, the countries has threatened to withdraw because they support Ukraine and see Russia as the party in the wrong. That was their reason. EBU's reason for banning Russian was because those countries threatened to withdraw, not because the war was bad and Russia must be stopped.

This situation isn't the same. Why? Because many countries support Israel in their genocide. Because this time around Palestine is the party in the wrong. Because we're taught to believe that Israel isn't in the wrong here.**

Boycotting Eurovision won't work. There are people out there who don't know the truth and want to watch Eurovision. There are people out there who don't care and will watch Eurovision regardless of the situation. There are people out there who, despite having the facts, still don't see Israel as the bad guy in this situation and will watch Eurovision. Sadly, boycotting won't work unless everyone does it.

The only way Israel will get banned, in my opinion, is by going through the same thing as Russia. If other countries threatened to withdraw- and not any countries, but the ones investing the most in Eurovision, then yes. That will get Israel banned.

Otherwise? The only thing we do is hurt artists that don't deserve it. Artists who use Eurovision as a way to get more exposure and experience. Artists who deserve to be heard.

Don't vote for Israel's entry. Don't stream their song either. Heck, turn off the TV when is their turn to perform.

**This whole situation (the war, not Eurovision) isn't only black and white. Civilians die daily because of this, all of them from both sides. Innocent people who has no fault. Let's not forget that

[prael]

The Hardest Question Ever ASSked

Le Sserafim Chaewon, Kazuha and Yunjin x male reader smut

Masterlist word count: 5,851 Kofi(donations/commissions)

"So, which one of these two do you think has the best ass?"

Yunjin has this penchant for asking the most inappropriate questions at the most random of times. The conversation was in a whole different place; Chaewon was explaining why the second Harry Potter film is by far the best one when suddenly...

"Oh my god," Kazuha immediately covers her eyes, sinking her head into her hands.

"What?" Yunjin blinks with innocence.

Chaewon can only groan in response. She sometimes wonders what goes on inside the minds of her group members, especially after that time Yunjin casually asked to compare their favourite toys (and now she is struggling to get the mental image of Yunjin slipping in a butt plug each morning out of her head. Apparently she has a whole range of sizes) but still, it feels like their constant effort to test how far they can go with each other has no end in sight.

"We all have pretty nice butts," Chaewon adds, the need to fill the awkward silence quickly becoming dire.

"Boring answer," Yunjin turns up her nose and pouts. Then her eyes fall on you. "Come on, you spend more than enough time staring, which is it?" she teases.

And look, you have thoughts, of course you do, but you're too coy to spill them out into the open for these three to scrutinize. So you joke, "We all know it's me." Only Kazuha laughs—that girl laughs at your every word.

Yunjin narrows her eyes, her attention like a hungry lion's before its prey. She asks in a challenging tone, "Why are you avoiding the question?"

You have learned very quickly that a game you can never win is against Yunjin, that woman is relentless with her prodding, so you change strategies. "What does it matter who has the nicest ass? Asses are so subjective."

"Stop being so political."

Chaewon senses blood in the water and joins in on pushing you for an answer, "Okay, so, subjectively, which one do you like the most?"

You slump back into your chair as the three girls sit forward expectantly. Yunjin is directly across from you, wrapping her lips around the straw for her coffee as she stares through you, practically daring you to bullshit her with a non-answer. Chaewon is wide-eyed on your right, and Kazuha still has her hand nervously over her mouth.

You have an answer, you know which one you like the most. But you also know that as soon as you say it, the other might kill you.

So, you pick the one that will give the best reaction. See, Chaewon is competitive, right down to the bone. Meaning that when you answer, "Kazuha," she looks about ready to burst a blood vessel.

"What!" she spits, the other two girls bursting into laughter. "I'm the one with the best ass!"

Kazuha has this whole smug look going on, it's not one she uses often, but to tease Chaewon? You don't blame her.

"Oh yeah, you think that's funny? I'll show you whose ass is the best," Chaewon threatens.

"It must be all the squats," Yunjin chimes in.

"Shut up," Chaewon growls at her.

Kazuha leans back in her chair and shrugs, "No need to be jealous. Yours is great too, Chaewon. You work really hard, and it shows."

"Don't try to suck up now, Kazuha."

You watch the whole exchange in silence. This is what happens almost every time Yunjin calls you over to have lunch, and it is always an entertaining time.

"Alright, so what about thighs? Which ones are the best?" Yunjin continues.

"Kazuha," you answer, and Kazuha is practically glowing, "I mean, have you seen how toned her thighs are?"

You turn to Chaewon, a smirk on your face so evil, "Sorry, Chae."

"Alright! That's it!" Chaewon shouts, jumping up from her chair, her eyes burning with determination. Her hands are at the waist of her jeans, popping open the button. "If you won't admit mine are the best, I'll have to prove it to you."

Yunjin sighs, her hand on her chin, and she shakes her head. "Here we go again."

You can feel yourself blush a bit, the way you always do when this happens, even though the four of you have had these lunches dozens of times, and Chaewon has always tried to show off her body at some point. She wiggles her jeans off her hips, sliding them down to reveal her black, lacy thong.

"Well?" she poses, turning to the side to show off her ass, "What about now?"

You are certain the three of you are all thinking the same thing—her body is unbelievable—but nobody is going to stroke her ego like that.

"Oh yeah, definitely Kazuha's," you shrug, trying not to let your gaze linger.

"What?!"

It draws a loud laugh from Yunjin, who's hitting the palm of her hand against her thigh as she wheezes. Kazuha, who is usually the shy one of the bunch, can't help but join in on the laughter.

"Fuck you," Chaewon snaps at you, "And fuck you too!" She turns on her heel and points at Kazuha.

Kazuha is still laughing, and she has her head turned away from Chaewon, but you can see her smile grow wider. She's teasing, "Oh come on, Chaewon, it's okay. You look cute."

"I'll show you cute," Chaewon growls, her hand coming down hard on the table. It makes the cutlery rattle, and the three of you glance between yourselves before a shared giggle bubbles up again.

You look up at Chaewon, who has a scowl on her face. Her eyebrows are furrowed, and her jaw is tense. She has one hand on her hip, her fingers digging into her skin, and the other is gripping the table so hard that her knuckles have gone white. Her body is stiff, the only movement being the rise and fall of her chest. Her face is flushed, either with embarrassment or frustration or both, and her lips are parted, letting her breaths pass through.

Her skin is smooth and soft, and when she moves, you can see the muscles ripple under it. She's so lean, so slender, but there's an undeniable strength behind her.

"What, got something to say?" Chaewon bites, noticing your stare.

"Uh," you fumble, your eyes flitting down her body before shooting up to her face again. "Just, um," you clear your throat, trying to shake yourself out of this trance, "Are you gonna leave your jeans off?"

"Until you realise how wrong you are, yes."

"Okay," you chuckle, then return to sipping on your drink.

"So, are we going to go through the rest of the list? Boobs? Which one's the best?" Yunjin can barely speak for her stifled laughter.

Chaewon huffs, then folds her arms across her chest. She pushes her tits together, the low-cut t-shirt working wonders to showcase her cleavage. "Mine," she states proudly.

"Kazuha."

"I can't with you two," Chaewon whines. "What the fuck?"

"You can't win against me," Kazuha says simply.

Chaewon's glare switches between the three of you. She looks like a wild animal ready to pounce. A dangerous, sexy, wild animal.

"You're all fucking useless," she mutters under her breath, turning on her heel. "I'll be right back."

You watch as she stomps off in her underwear and boots, leaving the three of you alone.

"That was fun," Yunjin smirks, sitting back in her chair and crossing her legs. She looks at you and says, "You've got a mean streak. I love it."

"I just like riling her up," you smirk.

"I noticed."

Kazuha giggles, then takes another sip from her cup. You can't help but watch her. Her dark hair is tied up in a messy bun, and even without makeup, she is beautiful. There is a softness to her, an air of innocence, that you can't quite place.

"What are you looking at?" Kazuha asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Nothing," you shrug.

"I see the way you look at her," Yunjin says with a wink. "Got you thinking about something, huh?"

"Yeah," you say, not knowing how else to respond.

"I bet it's filthy," Yunjin continues. "How long has it been since you two hooked up, again?"

"Too long," Kazuha answers.

"Oh yeah," Yunjin smiles. "Guess I've been a little greedy recently."

"Just a little," Kazuha giggles, her cheeks dusted with red.

"Stop being so shy and ask him then," Yunjin nods in your direction.

"I'm back!" Chaewon announces, turning heads.

"What the fuck are you wearing?" Yunjin asks.

It's nothing but skimpy lingerie. It's black and lacy, hugging her curves perfectly, and leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. Her thong cuts deep between her ass cheeks, and the bra pushes her tits up, not that much is needed. The fabric is sheer, and you can see the dark peaks of her nipples through it.

She's leaning on the doorway as she speaks, "I wasn't going to half-ass it, was I?" Oh, Chaewon, even as you stand there, looking like a whole meal, you still can't resist a good pun. "So," she continues, sauntering over and leaning down, placing her hands on the table and getting in your face. "Have you come to your senses yet?"

You glance away, to look across the table at Yunjin, who's got her eyes fixed on Chaewon's ass and is telling her, "Yeah, no doubt I'm definitely kinda gay. Your butt looks amazing."

"Need more convincing?" Chaewon is looking down her nose at you, a devilish grin spreading across her face.

"More convincing," you repeat.

Chaewon steps between you and the table, pushing the arms of your chair and struggling to move it back.

"W-what are you doing?"

"Convincing." Chaewon turns to the table, puts her chest flat against it and arches her back, giving you the most brazen display. "Is it working?"

"It's..."

"Working," Yunjin finishes for you as she stands up to admire the view.

You take a moment to appreciate her, the way she's bent over the table, the way her ass looks so round and perfect. The way her thighs are toned and muscular, and the way they press together, gives her just a little more shape. You want to touch her, to reach out and run your hands along her smooth skin.

"I'd let her sit on my face," Yunjin whispers as if she could read your mind.

"Oh yeah, for sure," Kazuha adds.

"Would you two shut up? I'm trying to get my point across."

"Don't let us stop you."

Chaewon lets out an irritated sigh, then gets up and sits herself down in your lap. Her hips roll forward, and you can feel her warmth. You can't help yourself, you slip a hand around her waist and rest it on her stomach.

"Do you like this?" Chaewon asks, her voice low and seductive. She leans back, letting her head rest against your shoulder, her breath hot on your ear. "How about this?" She shifts her hips, grinding her ass against your crotch. You bite back a moan, your fingers digging into her flesh.

"You know," Yunjin says, watching as Chaewon continues to rub her ass against you, "We could have a lot more fun with this."

"What do you mean?" Kazuha asks, a hint of nervousness in her voice.

"Well," Yunjin's eyes flick over to meet yours. "If you're not gonna fight for your spot, our friend here might change his mind. How about a competition?"

"Competition?" Chaewon repeats.

"I'm talking a showdown," Yunjin explains, a wide grin on her face. Chaewon is staring blankly at her, and Yunjin rolls her eyes. "Ass vs ass. Who's got the better booty?"

"I'm in," Chaewon immediately agrees.

"What?" Kazuha squeaks.

"Oh, come on. You're not going to back down, are you?"

"No, I'm not," Kazuha states, standing up.

"You don't have to do this," you tell them.

"Shut up," Chaewon shoots back, a smirk on her face.

"Let's settle this once and for all," Yunjin declares. She pulls the table away, leaving you in the middle of the dining room with Chaewon on your knee. She pulls Kazuha to her feet and stands in front of her. Their eyes are locked on each other, both looking nervous. You can't take your eyes off them, especially when Yunjin slides her hands down Kazuha's abs. "First, let's catch you up, get you out of these clothes.

Yunjin hooks her fingers into the waistband of Kazuha's jeans and starts to pull them down, revealing the soft, creamy skin of her thighs. Kazuha lifts her feet out of her shoes and pants, leaving her standing in a pair of white panties.

"Damn, girl, you look good," Yunjin purrs, running her hands along Kazuha's thighs, squeezing the soft flesh.

Meanwhile, Chaewon turns her attention to you, first by pulling your shirt over your head and tossing it aside, then moving on to undoing the buttons on your pants. You're already achingly hard, from having her ass grinding against you, her hands on you, and her scent filling your nostrils. She stands up and steps back, allowing you to stand and drop your pants, then step out of them, leaving you only in your boxers.

"Looks like someone is ready," she teases, looking at the bulge.

You blush, embarrassed, but you can't help the way your cock twitches at her words.

"Alright," Yunjin calls.

The two girls are standing side by side now. Yunjin has sat you down and is standing behind you, her hands on your shoulders, her breath hot on the back of your neck. She's looking between the two girls, taking in their bodies, her eyes filled with lust. Kazuha is biting her lip, her hands clasped together in front of her, her body stiff.

"First, let's see who can move their ass better. Show off what you've got," Yunjin commands.

Chaewon is the first to act, bending over and shaking her hips. Her ass is swaying from side to side, her hips moving in circles, and her ass jiggling with every motion. Her back is arched, her legs straight, and her thighs pressed together, giving her ass the perfect shape.

"Nice," Yunjin whistles.

Kazuha takes a deep breath. She turns to show you her ass, putting her arms above her head and swaying her hips. She doesn't have the same confidence as Chaewon, but her ass still looks great.

"Fuck yeah," Yunjin says, her hand trailing down your chest and stomach.

"You think that's good?" Chaewon huffs. "Watch this."

She backs up towards you, stopping when her ass is almost touching your crotch, and leans back, arching her back. Her ass is pushed out, the curves and lines of her body on display. She places her hands on her ass cheeks and then starts to squeeze and knead her flesh, moaning softly as she does so.

"Fuck, that's hot," Yunjin breathes.

"Don't stop," you gasp.

Kazuha has renewed fight, stepping and dropping her ass against your lap. It's all in the hips, the way she moves, and how her body rolls. It's different from Chaewon, there's a grace to it and a fluidity. She turns, looking back at you, her eyes full of fire, her lips curled into a sly smile. You know that look. It's like a switch is flicked inside her.

"Fuck," you groan, reaching out to grab her, to pull her closer.

Kazuha leans forward, her back arched, and you draw her thick ass towards your cock. Soon enough, Chaewon follows, and you become the filling of an ass sandwich.

"Oh fuck, that looks good," Yunjin says, her hand sliding beneath your waistband and grabbing your cock. She starts to stroke it, slow and steady, teasing the tip with her thumb. But, as their assets draw closer, Yunjin is forced to relinquish, the girls taking hold of your cock between their asses, and rubbing their cheeks against you.

"Ahh, fuck, that's so fucking hot," you moan.

"Yeah, baby, you like that?" Yunjin purrs in your ear.

"God yes," you breathe, your head falling back against her chest.

Chaewon laughs, a smug sound, "He's definitely loving mine."

"In your dreams," Kazuha hisses.

"What was that?"

"I said," Kazuha pushes her ass, to slide your length between her cheeks, rubbing along the fabric of her thong, "He likes my ass more."

"I don't think so," Chaewon shoots back, fighting for position. The girls are ass to ass, cheeks squishing against each other. Your cock is caught between them, and they both start to rock their hips, the friction making you hiss.

"You're both driving me crazy," you moan.

"Yeah?" Chaewon smirks.

"How about this," Kazuha adds, her hips moving faster, and her ass squeezing tighter. It's all matched and challenged by Chaewon, who's moving her hips, and rocking her ass, and doing everything she can to keep up.

This whole thing is fucking ludicrous, don't get it twisted. This is the most insane thing you have ever seen, or done. Two gorgeous women, two insanely sexy asses, both fighting for a chance to prove that theirs is the best. And you're right there, between them, your cock assaulted by the most amazing sensation.

"How are we going to settle this?" Chaewon growls, her ass grinding hard against your cock.

"I'm not stopping until he cums," Kazuha shoots back, her ass moving even faster.

"Me either," Chaewon huffs.

"Wait, wait, stop," you gasp, to no avail. The girls just keep on grinding, keep on rocking, keep on fighting.

"Shh," Yunjin purrs, her hands roaming your chest, and her lips ghosting across the back of your neck. "Let them have their fun."

You moan, your body tense, your cock throbbing between their asses. The girls are panting, their breath heavy, and their bodies slick with sweat. Their skin is hot, their bodies flushed, and their hearts pounding.

"He's getting close," Chaewon smirks, "I can feel it."

"For me," Kazuha insists.

"I'm doing all the work," Chaewon snaps back, her hips rolling faster, and her ass pressing harder.

"Stop, fuck," you hiss, feeling your cock throb, feeling that familiar sensation rising in the pit of your stomach.

"Tell me it's for me. Cum for me, baby."

"No, for me. He's cumming for me," Kazuha shoots back.

And then, it hits. It's an explosion, your body jerking, your muscles spasming. Your head is thrown back, a groan ripped from your throat, and your hips bucking wildly.

"That's it," Chaewon smirks, looking over her shoulder. "I did it. He's cumming because of me."

"No, me," Kazuha pouts, turning her head.

You spill over them, thick, hot cum spraying all over their asses and backs, leaving sticky ropes of white across their smooth, flawless skin.

"F-fuck," you gasp, trying to catch your breath.

"Holy shit," Yunjin murmurs, "That was... fuck.

"It's mine," Chaewon says, her tone cocky and arrogant.

"No, it's mine," Kazuha growls.

The two of them continue their argument, but you can barely hear them. Your body is still recovering, your mind reeling, and your heart racing. What a fucking rush.

"Who's got the best ass? Well," Yunjin chuckles, "It's a tie if you ask me."

"A tie?" Chaewon repeats.

"Yeah, a tie."

"Well, I'm not calling it a tie," Kazuha says.

"Me either," Chaewon huffs, standing upright and glaring at the other woman.

"You're both pretty great," Yunjin states, her hand on your shoulder.

"Kazuha is great, me? I'm perfect."

"Okay," Yunjin sighs. "There's still something he needs to test. You can't decide on the best ass without fucking them both."

"What?" Chaewon and Kazuha gasp at the same time.

"You get five minutes each, then swap. First to make him cum is the winner."

"Deal," Chaewon and Kazuha say simultaneously, their gazes burning into each other.

"Well then," Yunjin says, standing up. "Over the table girls."

You're still fucking out of it. Slumped in the chair while Yunjin guides them over the table, bent at the waist and presenting their asses to you. The girls are draped in your cum, and Yunjin has the task of plucking off their underwear, leaving them bare and naked. Then she comes and pulls you to your feet, positioning you behind Chaewon.

"Cum in whichever feels the best, okay? Wait here a minute." Yunjin runs off to the bedroom, giving Chaewon a chance to bargain with you.

"Come on, you know I've got the better ass. And you know what it can do for you. Just think of all the other times you've fucked my ass. Don't tell me you want Kazuha's ass instead?"

"Uh," you mumble.

"Oh come on," she wiggles her ass, "Look at this."

"Sorry," Yunjin says, reappearing with a bottle in her hand. "Gotta do this right." Yunjin takes a blob of lube in her hand and rubs it onto your cock. It's cold, and it makes you shudder. Then she takes some and rubs it onto Chaewon's ass.

"Fuck," she squeaks, her body trembling.

"Ready?" Yunjin asks.

"Y-yeah."

"Five minutes, go!"

Yunjin pushes you by the hips toward Chaewon, not that you need any encouragement to slip your length between her cheeks.

"That's it, fuck me. Come on, baby. Let's see whose ass feels better."

It's slow to begin, pushing your way into her little asshole. She's still so tight, and even with the added slick, it takes a bit of effort. But she's warm and snug around your cock, and her ass is perfect.

"Fuck, I forgot how big you were," she moans, her voice strained.

"She can't even take it," mocks Kazuha.

"Shut up, I can," Chaewon bites back. "Go on, deeper."

Yunjin has her hand on your hip, guiding you deeper and deeper until you bottom out. Her ass is pressed right against your hips, and she's whimpering. You give her a few moments to adjust before starting to move, pulling out slowly, then pushing back in. You're stretching her out, forcing her to accommodate your length, and her hole is clenching around you.

"Fuck, I love the feeling of your cock," she gasps.

"We all do," Kazuha says flatly.

"Not as much as I do," Chaewon pants.

"Come on, you can fuck her faster," Yunjin whispers in your ear.

So you pick up the pace, your hips moving, and your cock thrusting deep into her. She's moaning and writhing beneath you, her ass shaking with every impact, her body trembling. You can't stop yourself, you're pounding her hard, slamming your cock deep inside her. The cum on her cheeks is smeared, making the sight even more filthy.

"Shit," she groans, her ass bouncing back against your hips.

You're lost in her, fucking her hard and fast, making her take every inch of you. You're grunting, your balls slapping against her skin, and your cock stretching her hole. You're losing control, the sounds of your fucking filling the room.

"Fuck, you're gonna make me cum," she moans.

"You're such a slut," Kazuha hisses.

"Oh fuck," Chaewon cries, her ass clenching around your cock, her body convulsing, and her pussy dripping. "Oh my god, fuck," she screams, her whole body tensing, and her eyes rolling back.

"Holy shit," you gasp, your cock throbbing and twitching.

"Alright, time's up," Yunjin says, grabbing you and pulling you away from her.

"What the fuck, no, don't stop," Chaewon pleads.

"Swap," Yunjin demands, shoving you towards Kazuha.

You stumble forward, your cock aching and throbbing. You're still sensitive, and the sudden change has your head spinning. Yunjin covers you again with more lube and slaps your ass to let you know to begin.

Kazuha's chest is flat on the table, her cheek pressed against the wood, and her hands gripping the edge. She turns to look at you, her eyes full of silent desire. There's an arch to her back, and her ass is perfectly presented, just waiting for you to enter her.

"Take her," Yunjin whispers and her hand pushes down on your hip.

You step forward, the tip of your cock pressing against her asshole. You can see her muscles tensing, and she lets out a soft moan as you push into her. She's even tighter than Chaewon, her body squeezing and gripping your cock. She's not nearly as experienced, her reactions are more innocent.

"Oh," she gasps, her body shivering, "That's... that's really good."

You grab her hips, your fingers digging into her flesh, and you push deeper, feeling her asshole stretch and open up for you. She lets out a sharp cry, and you pause, giving her a moment to relax.

"Keep going," she pleads, her voice thick with lust.

You start to move, sliding out of her and then pushing back in. She's hot and tight around you, and her muscles are contracting, squeezing and clenching, pulling you deeper into her.

"Oh my god, it's so good," she moans.

Her eyes are closed, and her mouth is open, and her body is quivering. You keep going, thrusting harder and deeper, until you're buried in her ass. She lets out a long, low moan, and you can feel her trembling.

"She can barely take it," Chaewon laughs.

"Don't listen to her," Kazuha pleads, looking over her shoulder at you. "Just keep going, please."

You groan a response and start to pound her harder. Sticky flesh slapping together, your hands holding her steady, and her cries filling the room. You're fucking her rough, and she's taking every inch of you. It feels incredible, and the pleasure builds, your cock throbbing and aching.

"Come on, cum for me," she whines.

"Fuck, you're so sexy," you gasp, your hips bucking. Just one slap of her ass and it's marked already, red and pink from the impact.

"You're close," she whimpers.

"Keep going," Yunjin encourages. "Two minutes or they both lose."

Your whole body is trembling, and your head is spinning. Your cock is so hard and aching, and your balls are tight. Your hips are bucking, and you're fucking her with abandon, her ass taking every inch.

"Come on," she begs.

You groan, and then you're there, your whole body shuddering, and your cock pulsing and throbbing, emptying your cum into her ass. As soon as Chaewon sees that look on your face, she knows she's lost. She whines a defeated sound and slumps against the table.

Kazuha is the one smiling though, and as she stands, you notice her knees are a bit weak. "I win," she announces, a little triumphant.

"You cheated," Chaewon pouts.

"How the hell did I cheat?"

"I don't know, you just did." Chaewon's got that little pouty expression stuck to her face, and she swears her revenge. "Next time, I'll beat you. You'll see."

"If you say so," Kazuha smiles, looking at the mess leaking from her ass. You're stumbling back and Yunjin is your support, keeping you steady.

Yunjin is in your ear, "You've still got another round in you, right?"

"I don't know," you pant.

"You, me and the shower. Think about it."

"Yeah," you manage, and then her hand is on your arm, leading you to the bathroom.

"Where the fuck are you going?" Chaewon demands, her hands on her hips.

"Shower," Yunjin calls, dragging you along. "You girls caused this mess, you can clean up. Maybe even lick his cum off each other's asses."

"No, don't leave," Chaewon whines.

But, it's too late, the door is closing, and Yunjin is pushing you up against the wall. "You know," she whispers, her hands on your chest and her body pressed against yours, "I'm kinda turned on."

"Yeah?"

"Watching them fight over you was so hot."

"Yeah, it was," you admit.

"So," she presses her lips to yours, kissing you hungrily, and slipping her tongue into your mouth.

You return her passion, your hands running up her body, and down her back. She breaks the kiss, and looks up at you, a coy smile on her lips.

"Let's have a little fun," she murmurs, reaching behind her and turning on the shower. The water flows, steam fills the air, and Yunjin steps under the stream, letting it cascade over her naked body.

"Fuck," you gasp.

"What's the matter?" she teases, grabbing the bottle of soap and squirting it onto her chest. She lathers up her chest, spreading the foamy liquid over her smooth skin, her nipples hardening as the suds run down her body.

"You're gorgeous," you say, stepping towards her.

She grabs you by the hips, pulling you close, her hands roaming your body. Her skin is slick with soap, her touch gentle and teasing. She's looking up at you, her eyes filled with desire.

"Are you ready?" she whispers, her voice husky.

"Always," you grin, cupping her breasts and kneading them in your hands.

"Fuck," she sighs, leaning into you, her eyes closed, and her body relaxed.

You kiss her, tasting her lips, your tongue sliding against hers. She moans, her hands trailing down your back, and her nails digging into your skin.

"Mmm, so good," she murmurs, breaking the kiss and looking up at you. "All this anal stuff has got me thinking, maybe it's time we tried something new."

"Really?" you ask, raising an eyebrow. "I didn't think it was ever really your thing? You always said a butt plug was enough."

"I've been practising," she winks.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Maybe it's best if I show you."

"Oh," you grin.

"So," she purrs, wrapping her arms around your neck and pressing her body against yours. "You want to see what I can do?"

"Fuck yes," you breathe, a rush of excitement running through your body.

She smiles, biting her lip and pulling away from you. She turns her back to you, facing the wall, and places her hands flat on the tile. She arches her back, and you watch as she spreads her legs and bends further and further over. Her ass is sticking out, her perfect, plump cheeks inviting you in.

You can't help yourself. You kneel behind her, grab her cheeks and spread them wide. She lets out a soft moan, and you press your face into her ass, inhaling her sweet scent.

"Fuck," you groan, kissing her puckered hole.

"Mmm," she moans, pushing her ass back into your face.

"That feels good, doesn't it?"

"Yes," she whispers, her breath hitching in her throat.

You tease her with your tongue, licking her asshole, and swirling the tip around the rim. She shivers, and you push a finger into her, probing her, exploring her. She's so tight, and the sounds she's making are driving you wild.

"Please," she begs, her voice a desperate whisper. "Please fuck me."

"Are you sure?" you ask, a hint of surprise in your voice.

"Yes," she says, looking back at you. "I've been thinking about this for a long time, and I'm finally ready."

"You don't have to, we can just have a regular fuck."

"No," she insists, her eyes blazing. "I want to try it, and I want you to be the one to do it."

"Fuck," you growl, pulling your finger out of her ass and standing up. You press the tip of your cock against her, and she whimpers. A shiver runs through her, and her hands ball into fists. There's this tension in the air, and her breathing is shallow and fast. Utterly shameless, she reaches back and pulls her asscheeks apart, opening herself up for you.

"Come on," she whimpers. "Do it. Put it in."

You press against her, your cock throbbing, and her asshole quivering. You push, and she gasps, her muscles tightening, her body tensing. But she doesn't pull away. You push again, harder, and her asshole starts to give way, stretching and opening for you. She lets out a strangled cry, her ass clenching around your cock, as the first few inches slip into her. You can go no further. No amount of practice could prepare her for this.

"You're so tight," you groan.

"It hurts," she whines, her body trembling.

"Just relax, okay?"

"I can't," she moans, her muscles straining.

"Just breathe," you say, stroking her back and ass.

She takes a deep breath, and then another, and then a third. You can feel her body relaxing, her muscles loosening, her asshole stretching.

"That's it," you encourage, pushing deeper into her. "How's that? Better?"

"Yes," she whispers, her eyes rolling back in her head.

You slowly start to move, thrusting in and out of her ass. She's so tight, her body gripping your cock like a clenched fist. Her moans fill the room, echoing off the tiles.

"Fuck," she hisses, her head hanging low, her shoulders hunched. Yunjin has always been the hold-out. Her anal virginity has eluded you, but not any more. Finally, all the best asses in K-pop are willing to take you. There's nothing better.

"Fuck," she groans, her nails scraping against the tiles. "Harder."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," she pants.

You grab her hips and start fucking her harder, it's still tough to get more than half of your length inside her, but what she's taking is driving her crazy.

You hook a hand underneath her, past her toned stomach to play with her pussy. She's soaked, dripping with lust, her clit hard and swollen. You tease her, stroking and rubbing her, and she cries out, her whole body tensing.

"You're gonna make me cum," she gasps, her hips bucking against your hand.

"Not until I say so," you growl. She whimpers, her ass tightening around your cock, her legs trembling. You lean forward, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her head back. "Who am I?" you snarl, fucking her ass harder.

"Ah," she whines, her voice strained. "You're...you're my daddy."

"That's right," you growl, your cock throbbing. "Now cum for me."

You rub her clit, and she cums, her whole body convulsing, and her pussy gushing. It's a powerful orgasm, and she's shaking and crying out, her ass squeezing your cock like crazy. She grows weak, barely able to stand and take it. You pull out, let her fall to her knees, and then take hold of her hair to face you.

She's looking up at you with this expression like she's drunk, or high. A good ass fucking and she is a mess. A happy mess. One that's perfect to be coated in your load.

You stroke yourself, staring down at her, and her eyes widen, her lips parted and waiting. You grunt a shudder runs through you, and your cock erupts. Thick ropes of cum splatter across her face, covering her cheeks, her lips, and her nose. She's whimpering, stroking her tits and moaning out words of pure filth for you. "So much cum for your favourite girl. We both know those two don't stand a chance against me."

She's a mess. She's a hot, filthy mess. You step back, admiring her, a smug satisfaction filling your mind while she licks your cum from around her mouth. "Don't get complacent," you tease.

"Never."

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but on a wednesday in a cafe i watched it begin again - kim mingyu imagine

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10 years ago

"Kyeom, I'm gonna go. I have assignments to do"

"What noooo, the game's just about to start" he mutters, he even kick feet like a little kid

"Then stay, but I'm going" you didn't even give him a chance to say anything because you're already out the gym doors. Your bestfriend used to your attitude at this point, he lets you be.

You pull your bag on your shoulders as you walk towards the school gates, some students were also on their way out since classes are done. Just as you were about to exit, someone calls your name making you look back.

When you spot who was calling you, confusion took over your face. Wondering why Kim Mingyu is here running after you when he should be inside with the basketball team.

"Hey, glad I caught you" he smiles at you.

Kim Mingyu, the guy who's known across all campus. He's the star student, all the teachers like him, he's never missed a class, he's good at studying, never the troublemaker, has a big circle of friends and an even bigger number of admirers from all across the school.

"What's up, do you need something?" you nonchalantly replied but that didn't deter him one bit

"Yea uh actually I wanted to ask you out" he scratches the back of his neck, looking down at his shoes as he waits for your answer

"Me?"

"Yea, I like you"

"Oh uh thanks. But I'm not really looking for that type of thing right now"

You watch the smile fall from MIngyu's face before it comes back again, it doesn't quite reach his eyes though. You notice.

"Oh"

"Yeah, sorry but uhm goodluck on your game though. I'm gonna go now" you wave goodbye before going your way. Not once turning to look back where Mingyu was left standing.

The rest of your high school life flew by like that. You still mostly kept to yourself, a few close friends, never really wanting to have any eyes on you. Mingyu never contacted you after that. You two acted like strangers once again, his confession something only you and him know.

Present Day

"Did you get the invite?" Dokyeom asks the moments he enters your apartment. After all these years, he's still your bestfriends. Most of your 'friends' from high school you've already lost contact with, you realized you were only friends with them only because you saw them everyday. Not many of them really made the effort to keep in contact, you can't blame them though since you didn't either.

But that's life. People come and go.

"For?"

"Our high school reunion, please tell me you're going"

"I did get it, and no I'm not going"

"What? Why? It'll be fun" he still does this thing where he stomps his feet like a kid when you say no to him, annoying but he's your bestfriend so you learned to put up with it.

"I don't even talk to anyone from high school apart from you"

"I'll be there, you can talk to me" he weakly reasons out, trying to plead with you is like trying to move a cement brick wall. He knows it's a losing battle but he still tries anyways.

"You won't stop bugging me unless I go, won't you?"

"You know me too well"

"Fine, but I'm not staying long"

"3 hours tops"

"2, take it or leave it"

Leave it to Dokyeom to make sure you're actually coming because by 5pm the day of the reunion, he came to your apartment even though you're taking your own car since you don't plan on staying as long as him.

"Oh you actually got ready" he says when you open the door

"I don't want another long message from you, let's go before I change my mind"

The two of you drove separately to the venue, as an introvert you admit when you got there you already want to go home. You see the familiar faces, already dreading the amount of small talks you have to do for the rest of the night. Cursing Dokyeom in your mind.

Your bestfriend didn't even give you a chance to step back inside your car before he's pulling you inside, saying hello to everyone on your way in. He's always been the nicer one between the two of you.

The two of you grab some snacks and drinks before continuing on meddling with your former schoolmates. Your social battery draining drastically by the second when you hear Dokyeom almost scream from beside you,

"Kim Mingyu! Yo dude you made it"

You look over where Dokyeom went, watching him give a bro hug to the guy. There Kim Mingyu stands, still as handsome as ever. A lot of years passed by but he still looks the same, just even better now.

The years have indeed been kind to him.

With everything happening around you, you can't help but feel overwhelmed. A few moments away from sneaking out but Dokyeom catches you once again before you can even give it a try

"Y/N's here too, you remember Mingyu right?"

You wanted to step on your bestfriend's shoes to make him shut up but instead you just shoot him a tight lipped smile before turning to the taller guy,

"Hi"

"Hey, it's been a while. I haven't seen you since... graduation"

"Yea, you too"

End of conversation.

You're still the same, Mingyu thinks. You're still the same girl he liked back then, you're still just as hard to read, still answering with single sentences, still beautiful like the day you broke his heart.

He wonders how you've been since then. Are you dating anyone or are you still out there breaking other guys' heart with your cold demeanor. He's still friends with Dokyeom and last he heard you've been doing okay. No mention of a boyfriend.

You don't give him a chance to ask any question, you say something to Dokyeom before walking towards the door

"Is she alright?" he can't help but ask

"Oh yea, she's being her usual self. It's a miracle I even got her to go tonight so I won't even be surprised if she's about to sneak home now, I'll just call her later"

"You two still close?"

"She's my bestfriend, dude. Of course we are, we're like twins ya know. Anyways how's the cafe going"

Mingyu hangs out with Dokyeom for the rest of the night, they didn't really run out of things to catch up on. He can't help but wonder how two very different people manage to stay close friends. But then again it's Dokyeom, one of the nicest guy he knows. At the end of the day, he's glad you're friends with someone like him.

The next day Dokyeom calls you to bombard you with stories about the reunion that you missed when you came home, he goes on and on about catching up with Mingyu then some other people from your batch you don't even talk to anymore but you listen anyways.

After the phone call, you get ready to go to work. You go on with your routine and before you know it you're done with your 9-5. That goes on for the rest of the week.

Some people hate it but you liked having a routine, it drives you crazy when things don't go your way.

Like tonight, your workmates all but forced you to come with them for afterwork drinks. You wanted to decline but you already done so many times so they made sure you come with them this time.

"Okay okay so what if you're in a room full of all the people you ever liked, who would you go to?"

Everyone take turns to answer until all head turns to you, "Oh me?"

"Yea, come on spill the details girlie we won't tell" one of your workmate jokes, clearly drunk

You take a few more seconds to think before you say your answer

"I guess this guy I rejected in high school"

"What? Oh my gosh whoooo, tell us tell us what happened" they excitedly ask

"Oh no big deal, just a guy. He was nice, like really nice. I liked that about him, but uh I guess high school me wasn't ready for any kind of commitment so I rejected him. I choose him because I want to apologize, that's all"

"Aw did you hear that? that's so cuteee"

"So where is he now?"

"I don't know, I never really kept in touch"

You grab your glass so you can avoid any more questions, after an hour to tell them goodbye since you still have to go to work tomorrow.

And as expected you woke up with a slight headache, even though you wanted to stay in bed for the day you know you can't. You get up and get ready for the day, planning to stop by this cafe your workmates keep on mentioning on your way to work.

Good things it's still early, when you got the cafe there were only a few people inside. You can smell the freshly brewed coffee and pastries on the stand.

"Next, Hi goodmorning what can I get you?"

"Hi, can I get an iced Vanilla Latte and a bagel with cream cheese to go? Thank you" you say your order while the cashier notes it down "Okay, for a moment I'll just get your order ready"

"Sure" you wait on the counter for your order, checking the other pastries and the menu board.

Mingyu was at the back, getting some stocks ready for the day when he spots someone on the counter. He had to do a double take to make sure it was you standing in his cafe, immediately a smile forming on his face as he watch you look at the display case.

You're too lost in your own world to notice him now standing Infront of you so he clears his throat to get your attention, "Can I get you something else, see anything you like?" he asks

He can see you weren't expecting to see him here, out of all places.

What in the twisted fate was this, you think to yourself.

"Oh uh the other barista already took my order" you tell him, Mingyu goes to the other guy telling him something before returning to the register with your order, "One iced vanilla latte and bagel with cream cheese, here you go. Anything else?" he asks again

"I think this is all for now, so how much?"

"On the house" Mingyu says with a smile, makes you wonder if he does this on a regular basis but you shake the thought away.

"What? No, come on I'll feel bad. Tell me how much" you tell Mingyu but he just shakes his head at you

"Free coffee for the pretty lady"

"Do you tell all your lady customers that?" you ask him, the words already out before you can stop yourself. You can feel your cheeks heat up but Mingyu just chuckles, again he shakes his head

"Just you, tell me next time how's our coffee and baked goods are then we'll call it even" he tells you, pointing at the suggestion box

"Are you sure? My workmates recommended this place and they said the coffee is good but I never really went with them" you tell him,

"You work close by?"

"A few blocks from here, I sometimes pass by here but it's always so busy. I guess I got lucky today"

All this time you were this close to where he was and he never knew. Mingyu mentally agrees with you, indeed it is a lucky day because for the first time since he met you you finally said more than one sentence to him.

17 year old Mingyu would be pouting and kicking his feet out of jealousy, he would never believe this day would come but here you are.

"Thank you for the coffee and food, uh see you around"

"You too, Y/N. It's nice to see you again" he smile again, you shoot him a small smile before going your way.

He watches you go out the door, the scene of you walking away hitting him like a Deja vu. A scene from 10 years go playing in head. Just as you were about to exit the door, to turn around to look at him behind the counter then shoot him another smile then you were gone.

This time though Mingyu wasn't left with a heart to mend but something to look forward to. Maybe just maybe this time it'll be his chance.

"You're down bad" Hoshi, his co-owner and other barista, says from beside him

"Huh?"

"Really?? Coffee for the pretty lady? so original" he laughs

"What? I never used that on anyone" Mingyu mumbles, "I know, that's why I said you're down bad. Who is she by the way?"

"Someone very special, call me when she comes back" he pats Hoshi on the shoulder before going to the back to resume his re-stocking duties.

Mingyu didn't want to expect (but he was), he would be lying if he didn't tell Hoshi he'd open tomorrow and man the register just in case you come in early again. He would be lying if he says he looked up every time the bell dings signaling another customer came in only it wasn't you.

It took you a few days before you visited again, and this time luck wasn't on Mingyu's side because he was not on duty.

"Hey, you're Mingyu's friend" Hoshi remembers you from the other day, greeting you with a big smile making his eyes almost disappear. He seems like a warm person, very friendly.

"Yeah, you can say that" you shyly answer him "Oh right sorry, what can I get you?"

"I'll get another iced vanilla latte. The last one you made was really good" you tell him

"Thanks, make sure to drop that inside our box" he jokes "Anything else?"

"Can you recommend any pastry for me to try? They all look so good"

"Honestly, not to be biased, everything's good here but that chocolate cake is extra special. Mingyu makes it himself everyday, want a slice?"

"Sure, sounds great"

Hoshi, you learn his name, goes and make your order like before then returns to the counter "Okay here you go, and the man says it's on the house"

"Huh?" you ask confused "Mingyu said it's on the house if ever you come back"

"Oh I can not not pay, he already said that the last time" you said, already getting your card out

"No really, he insists. And between us, I'd be in bigger trouble if I let you pay. If you want to scold him, feel free to do so and drop it in the box"

You chuckle, finally taking your drink and food "Thanks again, let me write something" you seat on a vacant chair to get a paper from inside your bag, writing a quick note before going back to the counter to drop it in the box. You say goodbye to Hoshi before going.

You feel your phone ring in your pocket, Dokyeom's name flashing on the screen "Barbeque later"

"Are you asking or are you telling me?"

"I'll come by after work" then he hangs up.

A few hours later, your bestfriend shows up with a few grocery bags and a loud mouth. You two catch up on what you missed on the few days you didn't get to talk, he likes staying up to date with your life even though nothing really ever happens. He's like the brother you never expected but you're now stuck with.

"Do you have any sweets here, chocolate or something" you hear him scrummaging through your kitchen

"I have a cake slice in the fridge"

Dokyeom finds it then walks back to the dining table, setting it in the middle to share between the two of you

"Oh gosh this is so good, where did you buy this?"

"At Mingyu's cafe, did you know he had one?" you ask back, Dokyeom's head springs up to look at you

"You went there? Mingyu did mention he had a cafe. So you two talked?"

"Yea he was there the first time I went, it was really nice the coffee is good. The other barista said Mingyu baked this" you tell him, taking another bite

"You know, you never told me why you rejected him"

Dokyeom suddenly mentioning that made you cough out loud, "You said you liked him right? Then all of a sudden you were telling me you rejected him"

"Are we really talking about this? It's been 10 years"

"Yea"

"Like I said, I didn't have the time and I got overwhelmed. Everyone knew who Mingyu was, I didn't want that kind of attention on me too. I guess 17 year old me got scared"

Dokyeom listens to you, watching you stab the piece of cake before taking a bite "For what it's worth, he really liked you back then. He even asked me what your favorites were, I said you liked cakes more than ice cream"

Back at the cafe, Mingyu comes in after Hoshi closes so he can start on baking tomorrow's batch of cake. He's in the kitchen getting the ingredients ready while Hoshi cleans the display case and front of the house.

He was humming to himself when he hears the kitchen door swing open, "Oh by the way Y/N dropped by today"

Mingyu forgets the number he was on, now he has to measure the flour all over again. He turns to look at his friend with an annoyed expression, Hoshi holds his hands in the air

"Hey don't blame me, not my fault she went here on your only day off. But I did say it's on the house courtesy of you, so you're welcome"

"Atleast you did something right" Mingyu says

"And she got the chocolate cake, she also dropped something in the box. Go check it when you're done, I'm going now" he waves goodbye before going to the office to do a few more things before leaving Mingyu alone at the shop.

He tries to focus first on what he's doing, going back to measuring the ingredients and putting it in the oven before going to the counter to get the box.

How will find your note here when there's about 30 others in here, he's not so sure. He reads through a few of them when finally he finds one

Coffee is great, maybe even better with company. On me next time I come back, thanks Gyu :)

He knows it's from you because of the nickname, a lot of people from highschool used to call him that. It may be common but it sounded extra special when you're the one calling him that. He takes the note and put it in his pocket before putting the others back.

Tonight's cake about to be extra good.

When Mingyu comes in the shop the next day he was expecting you to come, he wasn't going to lie about it this time.

It might seem silly but he never really got over his crush on you. There's something about you that he admired so much, even though people said you're the 'ice queen' with your stoic expression and one line answers he thinks you're just always straight to the point.

He never harbored hard feelings even after you rejected him, he understood your reasons. He knew you were focused on your studies but he just wanted to shoot his shot.

That day when he asked you, he already saw you in the gym before the game. He thought you were going to watch only for you to disappear a few minutes before they started, he chased after you with high hopes only to be handed his heart back in a few pieces. But even then he still liked you, he continued on admiring you from afar. Cheering you on your academic victories and cheering for you on your graduation day when you gave out your valedictorian speech.

He liked watching you achieve your goals, you always had that laser focus and determination. The entire class knew you deserved it.

Now a decade later, you're still the same in some ways. The night during the reunion party, he didn't expect to see you there. You didn't age a day, you still look so beautiful. You now carry this confident but reserved aura around you, he admits he was a bit intimidated to approach you so he thanks Dokyeom for being there.

The day passed by and still no sign of you, when he turns the open sign over to close he lets out the biggest sigh. Looking at the last slice of cake on the stand, ironically very similar to him. Waiting for you to come by.

He's busy mopping the floors to notice he didn't lock the front door, you just got out of work and decided to check if the cafe was still open. The sign said closed but you spot Mingyu inside so you try to knock on the glass door but he couldn't hear you so you let yourself in.

You walk closer to where he was before tapping him on the back making the tall man jump up in the air with mop in hand.

Mingyu turns around, holding his hand to his chest as he looks at you blinking back at him "Fuck you scared the shit out of me, sorry" he mumbles the apology after letting a few curses out

"Sorry, I didn't mean too. I knocked but you couldn't hear. Uhm is it a bad time?"

"No, I mean no it's good. I was just cleaning up. Do you want anything?" he asks you, putting the mop in the bucket before walking towards the counter with you following. He stands by the cashier while you stand on the other side

You spot the last piece of cake like it's calling your name, Mingyu following your gaze. Smiling to himself while he waits for your order.

"I'll get the last piece of chocolate cake, please. Hoshi recommended it yesterday and it was really food. Glad I got the last one" you smile

Little did you know he made that recipe with you in mind. He knew you liked chocolate cakes. "Chocolate cake coming up, anything else? Our cookies are good too, let me get some for you"

"As long as you let me pay for it"

"Not a chance, miss" Mingyu smirks, putting the remaining cookies in a box along with the cake before walking back to face you

"Not this again, you already got it for me the last few times I was here. How will you run a business if you keep on giving it out for free"

"I don't always do it" Mingyu shrugs

"Just let me pay please" you say giving him your card but he just pushes it back

"No"

"Mingyu"

He smiles, looking over at you. For a second you were taken back by his stare. The only way you can describe it was sweet, he looked so sweet like the cake he baked. He looked so soft and gentle like he wouldn't break a heart.

"Come back next time, I'll let you pay"

"You said that the last time"

"Then keep coming back, maybe one day I'll let you" he confidently tells you, the underlying message of wanting to see you again lies in the air. He holds his breath waiting for your next words,

"If you don't let me pay the next time, I won't come back" you threaten him cutely, finally taking the bag from him. Mingyu smiles walking to the other side to walk you out.

Before you reach the door you stop, "Actually, there's something I need to tell you" you turn to look up at him

"Go ahead, I'm listening"

You take a few seconds, again surprised with how he's staring right at you. Like he's seeing all of you.

"I would like to apologize for what happened before, you know the whole rejection thing. I know it's a bit overdue, actually it's very overdue but I've always wanted to say sorry. Someone asked me if I was in a room full of all the people I liked, who would I run to I said you. That's because I wanted to say sorry... so yea. I'm sorry" you mumble, now you're looking at his chest. Too shy to look at him

"You like me?" Mingyu mumbles

This make you look at him again, "That's all you heard?"

"I mean I appreciate the thought, apology accepted. Now back to my question.. I heard that right, right?"

"You're not wrong"

You and your one liner answers.

"So how many are there in the room" he asks, now he's teasing you. You can't help but scowl at him, rolling your eyes.

"It's a very short list and you're missing my point"

"No I get it, and no need to apologize. I respect your decision back then and I still do now. No need to say sorry over that, no hard feelings" he smiles at you.

Mingyu wanted to reach out and hold your hand but he stops himself. He didn't want to mess this again with you, if this is finally his second chance then he's not going to do anything to mess it up.

"I really am, it's been 10 years but I just wanted to tell you that. So yea.. that's uh that's all"

"Can I ask something?"

"What?" you ask back "Who else would be in the room with me, do I know the others"

"Oh my gosh! It's a very short list"

He laughs at your answer, reaching up to tuck the loose hair than fell on your face behind your ear.

"I believe you, tell me about it next time you get coffee"

"Seriously making me rethink about coming back here" you pout, this made Mingyu's heart pound like crazy. A hundred shots of espresso got nothing on you. Only you can make him feel this way, so alive.

"I'll bake you a cake" he bargains

"Chocolate?"

"All yours, on the house"

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Feel free to ask any questions you have that weren't answered here, and I'll reply to you/update this post as necessary

[solarpunkani]

what are some things we can do to make the world better?

Gosh, this is a big question. It's also definitely something that's been on my mind for a long, long time. I mean, honestly, how could it not be?

I'm not gonna be able to provide any revolutionary, mind bending answers on this. I'm honestly something more akin to a coward, if anything--I'm not gonna be able to recommend going to protests or rebel action without being a huge hypocrite.

I guess what I did is pick a couple of topics to try my best to learn as much about as possible, so I can know what I can do to help, and then try to do as much of that stuff as possible. So in my case right now its gardening. I basically went 'oh? Butterflies and bees and pollinators are at risk due to habitat loss? Is there anything I can do about it?' Learned about what I could do about it (start a garden, grow certain plants, avoid certain practices like using pesticides and herbicides in said garden, etc.), and then did as much of that stuff as is reasonable for me. And then I also shared what I was doing with other people, and encouraged and helped them do it too if they're interested.

Is my rinky dink mismatched chaotic pollinator garden changing the world? Making the whole entire place better? Not necessarily. Maybe it's making the world a bit better for the pollinators that stop by though, and if I can convince more and more people to start pollinator gardens then it can help more pollinators. I bounced off from pollinator gardening to grow vegetables too, which I can then share with my community (donating to food banks/community fridges, or just offering some to the neighbors) which can definitely help as well.

You can use this process in other aspects too. Monarchs and milkweeds is what caught my eye and drew me to pollinator gardening, but maybe it just doesn't hit for you. Maybe you're more interested in fish, or ecosystems in rivers and streams. You can look into ways to help, and maybe then you'll get into cleaning riverbanks and such. Or maybe you're moreso interested in something like food scarcity and food deserts, and you can then launch into making community gardens or a system of community fridges and harrassing legislators calling your local representatives to back initiatives that will help. I think asking yourself 'what can I do about abcxyz', learning about it, and then doing what you can is definitely a good place to start. And maybe what you learn will lead you to going to things like protests and doing rebellious actions--in which case that's fantastic! The world needs a lot more people who are a lot braver than the woman behind this Tumblr curtain. Or maybe it won't--and that's okay too. We can do what we can together.

Will you change the entire world? Make the whole world better? Probably not, and I probably won't either. I don't think one person alone can change the world. But we can improve the worlds of a few creatures in a local area, or make the world better for people in our communities. And I think that's at least worth an effort.

If anyone else wants to chime in, by all means feel free! And if my advice sucks I'm sorry.

[which-item-poll]

Heya! I post daily polls featuring items from various websites and ask "which item would you rather own?" Pretty simple!

Important Information:

- I just post whatever I find on the internet. You might notice a lot of Sanrio/kawaii stuff and that’s just because I’m obsessed, sorry whfjshf

- Occasionally, I will reblog donation posts here. That's just because this blog gets more reach than my main, and I'm a firm believer in that no one should be struggling to eat/pay rent. If that for some reason bothers you, unfollow or block the "donations" tag.

- Just because I post from a certain website does not mean I automatically endorse or buy from it. This includes sites like Shein, Aliexpress, etc. This is a poll blog, it is not that deep I promise you.

- THIS IS NOT AN ADVERTISING BLOG.

- There won't ever be a "neither" option, if the poll doesn't apply to you, vote randomly or just scroll!

- My queue is set to one post a day at 3pm est (and I post sporadically in-between)

- If an item/design that I've posted is stolen or has been proven to be a scam, PLEASE LET ME KNOW AND I'LL EITHER CREDIT THE ARTIST OR DELETE IT! (I will need proof though)

- Please do not come here to create drama...i literally just want to make polls🤠���

- NO POLITICS

- Anon hate will not be responded to

- All the items are the EXACT ones you'd be owning, so try to take their color/style/utility and other factors into your decision!

- I do not accept links if you're on anon!

- I delete asks a lot (like an hour-ish after answering) because I dont like to flood my blog with non-polls, but i still wanna answer as many questions as I can! So if you send an ask, just be aware that it might not be up for too long. (same goes for donation reblogs)

- The websites will be in the tags & I will always credit Etsy/Redbubble/indie sellers! If you want to promote your store DON'T HESITATE TO ASK, I WILL POST A POLL WITH YOUR DESIRED ITEMS!

(Alternatively if you're an Etsy/redbubble/Indie seller that I've posted and you don't want your items up on here do not hesitate to contact me & I will remove it ASAP!)

Disclaimer: The reason why I don't ask indie stores directly if I can post their items beforehand is simply because I don't have the time. Imo I don't think it's necessary either, no store has asked me to take a poll down so far.

General Tagging:

As of July 1st 2024, I now tag all my items with the category that they are in. (appliances, t-shirts, stickers, home decor, etc). They will always be in plural form.

Examples:

Home decor

Home accessories

T-shirts

Appliances

Jewelry

Tagging For NSFW Polls:

- "Tw nsfw", and "nsft" (these will always be on NSFW polls)

- "Sex toys" (this will be tagged when I post sex toy polls. For example: Dildos, fleshlights, buttplugs etc)

- "Tw slight nsfw" (for very light nsfw content such as: chokers and anything with tiny implications of nsfw)

- "Tw nsfw language" (basically anything non-visual that's nsfw. for example, if I answer an ask about something sex related. this tag does NOT mean swearing, only sexual language.)

- "Tw bdsm" and "tw bondage" (these tags will always be on bdsm content such as ropes, handcuffs, gags, etc.)

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[imagine--if]

"What am I to you" Bruce Wayne/Battinson x reader?!?

A/N: I kinda just went with the flow on this haha, there's a smidge of riddler x reader too but hi battinson peoples!! It's been a while 😁🖤 enjoyyy, sorry if I didn't follow the trope as much as you wanted bahaha

Wordcount: 798

"I'm sending you to Wayne Manor. You'll be safe there."

You blink up at the mystery man clad in all black in shock, rubbing at the mild red tape marks around your wrists. Wayne Manor? Was he joking?

"Wayne Manor?" you repeat incredulously. "You can't just go to Wayne Manor. Bruce Wayne lives in Wayne Manor."

The Batman doesn't look up at you as he gently pulls a hand away from your wrist, cleaning the agitated skin area with a softness that should be alien to the vigilante, who stalks troublemakers and maniacs each night, warding them off the streets by any extreme means that doesn't involve guns.

"He'll understand."

You gape at him in a daze, the night's events a blur, making your head hurt just thinking about it. Of course, whatever drug that dampened the towel The Riddler shoved in your face before you were whisked off to a cold, crumby hotel room can't be helping either, and you swear you can still feel the effects making you feel weak and shaky even after The Batman stormed into the scene, cutting it short with an untamed rage you'd never seen in those dark eyes before.

Before all this, you'd never properly met The Batman, least of all been saved by him. It was only now that The Riddler was targeting the corrupt, trying to prove himself to Batman, and save you, his so-called angel, a beacon in this dark, cesspool city, from the corruption and the dangers lurking around every corner. But, if anything, The Riddler seemed like a danger to you, constantly sending you love poems and riddles on old-fashioned, cheesy valentines cards and promising his followers and viewers of his streams and trials that another reason to carry out his acts of terror was for you.

"So- so pure, and innocent, and angelic... and they're being corrupted! The influence of this rich, disgusting vermin of the city is attacking the biggest influence and symbol of hope in this forsaken place! I'm going to do something... something spectacular. All you have to do is watch and wait for a little while longer..."

If you'd have known that donating to charities for orphans and helping out true detectives like James Gordon with crimes instead of being bought off by Falcone would gain this kind of attention, you might have thought twice. But here you are. Being obsessed over by a murderous genius, and protected by a vigilante mystery man.

"Do you know him?" you ask Batman in wonder, as he frees your wrist, treated carefully and delicately. "Mr Wayne? I don't know if he'd be happy with me staying there. I mean, he doesn't talk to many people and... well, no one really knows much about him."

"He can make an exception," Batman answers you. "This is serious. I don't want you going back home or anywhere by yourself until Riddler's behind bars. You're a part of his plan, too."

You sigh, putting your hoodie back on and pulling the sleeves over your hands, fingertips poking out of the material. "I know. But I'm not your responsibility. You have enough to do already."

"It's my responsibility to keep you safe," The Batman argues. "I'm sure you're a very capable person, but this is dangerous. People have died. You know that."

"I don't think he'll kill me," you say after a beat of thought passes.

"He won't," The Batman says. "He won't go near you again. I'll make sure of it."

"Well..." you struggle to find the words, confused, as Batman goes over to his car, like something out of a sci-fi movie. "Thank you. But why do you care so much?"

The Batman freezes, glancing over his shoulder at you with an unreadable expression.

"No, I mean," you continue quickly, "apart from the fact that you're a vigilante and a protector and all. Like, what am I to you?"

You cringe inwardly at yourself after hearing the words come out of your mouth, and at the masked man's bemused expression. What the hell was he supposed to say to that? He was only protecting you because there's a terrorist on the loose, right? What exactly are you expecting?

What you don't expect is for The Batman to take a heavy step towards you, offering you a gloved hand to help you into the vehicle. His hand lingers in yours when you're sat down and he hesitates, an odd look of - what, insecurity? Flustered, just a little? - written in his features as he looks you dead in the eye, the intensity making your breath catch in your throat.

"Probably more than you think," he replies after a few moments of silence, and then his hand slips out of yours as the engine roars to life.

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[matan4il]

I don’t know if you or anyone can really answer this accurately, but are GoFundMes for people living in Gaza trustworthy at all? or even trustworthy on a case by case basis? a musician I like (Maisie Peters) shared several today, with “help (these families) move out of Rafah,” and it gave me pause because I wholly believe in helping people who need it, but how can we possibly know if that contribution will go to the worthwhile places and families who need it? so much aid is being stolen by Hamas and UNRWA even still, and I have no idea how well researched any of those individual fundraisers are. I’m sure people mean well but it seems like there must be a more reliable option?

Hi Nonnie!

You're so right to be doubtful. Every humanitarian crisis brings with it a bunch of scams, but when we talk about a situation where there can be terrorists getting the aid, I think being cautious with people asking for money is extra justified. I'm glad you already know about the theft of humanitarian aid in Gaza, and are being careful.

First, I will say that the ones setting money to get people out of Gaza completely are very suspect to me. Especially now. Egypt has not only been extremely reluctant to take in refugees from Gaza, even on a temporary basis (for historic reason I won't get into, and which have little to do with "preventing ethnic cleansing"), they've doubled down on closing their border with Gaza to the point of not even allowing humanitarian aid in through their border anymore. Even before this recent development, they were only allowing in medical cases. We do know some people, related to Hamas, got out of Gaza, likely by pretending to be a medical case. This would suggest that maybe, up until the recent Egyptian crackdown, there was a way to bribe some Egyptian personnel to look the other way, and pretend regular people were medical cases, but it would take substantial amounts of money, and would be limited in how many could actually get through that way. In essence, you had no way of knowing who legitimately would take your money and use it to get out of Gaza, and who would just take your money, and do with it God only knows what. At best, just keep it to themselves, at worst use it for terrorist purposes. There is NO WAY for people outside the region to be able to check how the money will be used, or if any of the claims made by a campaign runner are legit, so anyone telling you, "This is safe, it's been vetted!" is either fooling you, or is being fooled themselves.

Inside Gaza, people don't actually need money to get out of Rafah. They can just... move out. Israel has already set up an improvised shelter city within walking distance from Rafah, it also already allows evacuation to other safe parts of south Gaza, and we know that hundreds of thousands of Palestinians have already moved out of Rafah and away from the zones designated for military action. And this costs nothing. Especially with humanitarian aid being poured non-stop into Gaza, including temporary shelters. Are those great? No. But if the goal is to get out of Rafah, it's possible to do that without paying a dime.

Bottom line, I'm not saying every fundraising campaign is untrustworthy, I'm saying that there is no way to know which one is and which one isn't, and that I personally wouldn't donate to any, because I wouldn't want my money to go to terrorist activities no matter what, and when I know that people do have alternatives and can get by, even if they don't get my donations, I'd rather be safe than sorry, meaning having to live with the possibility that my money directly got someone murdered.

I hope this helps! Take care! xoxox

(for all of my updates and ask replies regarding Israel, click here)

[shadowwolfmemes]

Don't fall for these scams and do not ask me for money.

Yeah, okay. Falsely guilt tripping while begging for a donation is a one way ticket of you getting blocked. I'm sorry that you're going through hard times, but this method you're using isn't helping your case whatsoever. Do not paint me as the villain, I don't appreciate that and won't tolerate such disrespect like that.

That's not helping either. Like I said before, it is rude to falsely guilt trip someone because you're making it sound like I'm completely at fault for not being able to donate to you. Therefore, my response was completely reasonable.

"I'm not a beggar-" Yeah, uh-huh. Exactly what an online beggar would say.

People like this are way too desperate, they would go far enough to go into my DM's and tell me how horrible of a person I am for not responding quicker. Well, SORRY for being busy in a strict SCHOOL that doesn't allow me to access my phone before after hours! DO NOT GET PISSY AT ME BECAUSE I GOT OTHER THINGS TO BE WORRYING ABOUT OUTSIDE OF THE SCREEN BECAUSE GUESS WHAT! I'M NOT SOME JOBLESS GROWN ASS BLOKE WITH NOTHING BETTER TO DO. I'M A HIGH SCHOOL STUDENT!

You might be suffering more than me, your situation might be worse than mine, but that doesn't give you the excuse to purposely overstep my boundaries to yell at me and shame me because you want to be prioritized by a stranger whom you never met in real life!

I can't always answer your questions in a flash because I have a life outside the screen, believe it or not. I don't always the time to remain online! But to demand that I answer right away is fucking rude and will only drive others away when you do that! So of course, I'm gonna be rude and be snappy about it.

If you're gonna ask other people to donate to you on this website, you should promote that on your own page and use the tags to draw others in so they can support you. That's what the tagging system is for, people!

As for me, even with a bank account, I can't do much for you because I don't have a job yet. Even when I do get one in the near future, I'm not giving people like these a single penny because I don't give in to guilt trips like that.

I don't hate Palestinians and I don't generally hate those who ask for donations, I just don't like it when they push it onto others and shame them for not giving them money right away.

I'm a real person, too. Not some money spitting machine on the internet. Boundaries exist for a reason, even online!

For now on, do not ask me for money. I'm not a donation blog. You can promote your Go-Fund Me on your own page as much as you want, I don't care, but I'm letting everyone know that Tumblr is NOT a donating website! Let this be the last time I make a post ranting about donations.

[teaboot]

Since I've seen many posts about people missing how common asks used to be, I have been trying to send to more asks to engage more. I really don't want to bother anyone though so I'd love to know if you enjoy receiving asks and if so what kind of asks. Detailed? Vague? Work? Fandom? Movies? Books? Childhood? Gardening? Thoughts? OTPs? OCs? I'm sure there are way more categories, I'm not limiting you to these listed options. Perhaps if it's an easier question what types of asks do you not like?

pPAAASGGFYGGJIK THANK YOU?

Detailed asks good yes

Vague asks??? Do not understand but open to the concept

Fandom: My first Fandom was X-Men, then Lord of the Rings, then Homestuck, Transformers, Fullmetal Alchemist, Teen Wolf, Avengers (first movie, when it came out), Batman, Overwatch briefly, Mass Effect, Gravity Falls, Trigun, and now my sister's getting me into Call of Duty! Feel free to ask about any!!

Movies: Yes movies are a great topic I have SO MANY

Oh lord I haven't consistently been up to date on books in FOREVER but yes books are good, you can ask book questions, I'm reading a lot of old classics and recently finished Pride & Prejudice, am now on The One That Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest

Childhood- oh my god bud you have no idea

Gardening- My house is full of plastic plants on account of how good I am at killing things

Thoughts- Always

OTPs YO YES

OCs? YO YEAH GO FOR IT I NEVER TALK ABOUT THEM aaaaah I need to start writing again- I've been working on an urban fantasy for like. God like 7-8 years now

If I don't like an ask I'll just ignore or delete it but not much is off the table. I will not answer where exactly I live, who I am, if I'm a specific person you met, etc. for safety reasons.

I've worked in sex education so I can answer questions on that topic but if you get too personal or abrasive I will not respond.

I'm regularly flooded with donation requests and it's often too hard to figure out which are real and which are scams using stolen legit posts so as a general rule I do not spread those, I'm sorry.

And if you pop in to sexually harass me or use abusive language towards myself or others then I'm just gonna block you and delete the message.

If you want to warn me that a post I shared came from a bad source I do appreciate that, but if I do my research and can't find a legitimate reason to block someone then I probably won't.

I consider Legitimate Reasons to block someone on recommendation to be abusive language and behaviour, threats, bigotry, propagation of misinformation, production of AI content, and encouragement of dangerous behaviors that pose genuine harm to self or others. I'm not gonna block a random cause they enjoy Steven Universe and you think it's annoying. We all like stuff.

Womp-womp.

Thanks for asking!!! I probably shoulda talked about some of this myself, lol

EDIT: Terfs and radfems are block on sight, it's not your fault you're dumb but I am not capable of educating all of you

[genderqueerdykes]

hello, I'm a younger transmasculine person and I was curious about a few things (for reference I live in the us in a fairly left state)

- how do you get started on testosterone?

I've never gotten a clear answer on this, some people said it took a two year queue, others could start immediately. idk when I want to start, but i dont want to be confused on what to do when I get the ball rolling

- are there alternatives to shots, and do they work better or worse?

I dont think I could do the shots myself unless there's no other options, something about them just makes my bones hurt

- how often do you have to apply T, and what happens if you forget to take it?

I'm pretty forgetful and I'll probably not take T on the scheduled date at least once, I hope that won't screw with anything because I don't really know if you've got to be consistent with it

- do you have any tips for clothing/voice training?

I think I pass at least a little okay but my voice is one of the things I'm most self conscious about. I also find myself spending 10-20 minutes every morning pulling my shirt against my chest to see if my binders working, and just end up wearing the same sweater I have for the past few weeks

sorry if that's alot, even if you're a stranger you're the first person I've been able to ask about these things. thank you so much

these are all great questions, i'm so glad you're taking the time to ask! this is extremely thorough and well thought out!

How do you get started on testosterone?

That's a great question, i feel like a lot of people have barriers to this one. if you are in a state where you have access to Planned Parenthood, this is usually a good place to start. check to see if you have a transgender resource center in your area. if not, go to whatever local lgbtq organization you can find, even one in a college. it is also possible to search gender affirming care [area], but clinicians aren't always available via Google

Here is a list of informed consent clinics that provide gender affirming care services, you may want to look here.

The process looks different for literally everyone, that's why no one can give you a clear answer, i'm so sorry! it's such a chaotic process for all of us. some trans men will literally get their prescription for testosterone within a month, others it does take years. do some research and see if therapy is required before hormones will be prescribed in your area. if not, you will likely have a much faster and easier time getting your hormones. if you don't need therapy, generally you'll just need to sign some consent forms and waivers stating that you are aware of what you are going to do to your body.

Are there alternatives to shots, and do they work better or worse?

all forms of testosterone are equally effective, it just depends on the dosage and the person. currently in the united states, you can get topical testosterone in the form of an alcohol based gel! it is applied topically to the upper forearms or abdomen, generally daily. it works just as well as the injectable testosterone, so long as you respond well to it! there is also the option of having your clinician do shots for you if you don't respond well to gel, as well.

nebido also may be available for FtM HRT in your area!

How often do you have to apply T, and what happens if you forget to take it?

Daily for topical gel, anywhere between twice a week, once a week, to once every two weeks for shots, depending on the person, how well they tolerate the medication, their transition goal, and the dosage.

Do you have any tips for clothing/voice training?

In terms of vocal training, AmaRoseLessons, Zoey Alexandria, and Trans Vocal Training are YouTube channels that can help with vocal training exercises, and i can also recommend the r/transvoice subreddit as well if you need help figuring out how to practice and ways to integrate what you learn into how you speak naturally!

For clothing, really anything goes, it depends on what you're going for and how you want to look. Remember that your personal style still gets to be included in the mix! Generally speaking, bulkier shapes that obscure the shoulders, hips and chest help a lot, layering of clothes, and wearing clothes with "boxier" cuts. Heavier shoes like boots may help, you may also find you like dress shoes. it really depends on your personal look, but generally speaking, i say go into the "men's" section and go nuts. Whatever they wear, you can wear too, and it gets the point across.

Hope that helps! Thanks for laying out your ask in such a concise way, that's much appreciated! If you need any more help feel free to ask!

[ally-writes-many-things]

A Marriage in Convenience Part 2 (R. Danaan)

Part 1

Summary: You and Ruhn are forced to marry each other

Words: 1.2k

Requested: Yes by @elle4404

Tags: @fides25 @mirandasidefics

Warnings or A/N: I added the reader helping out the orphanage just to add on what type of person the reader is.

It's been a stressful week from picking out table covers, to flowers, to cakes to picking out the food. You were going out of your mind and you still haven't figured out that. You and Ruhn had different taste in everything. It wasn't that you weren't willing to compromise with him, it was just that both of you couldn't find anything to compromise on and if you had to hear Tristan crude innuendos, you were going to shoot yourself. Declan had been the only one that hasn't been annoying.

Carrying bags filled with toys and essentials, you and Felix stood in the reception area of the Fae orphanage. "Hello, I'm Jules, the director," greeted a Fae woman in a pantsuit, slightly taller than you.

"Hi, I'm (Name)," you replied. "I wanted to donate some toys and essentials for you all. I heard you were in need.”

Jules enthusiastically agreed. "Yes, we would love to accept the donation. Just leave them with the secretary and we will make sure they are distributed to the kids."

"Miss (Name), where should we put all of it?" one of the workers asked.

"All of it?" Jules questioned.

"Oh! This isn't all of it. There is a truckload coming," the worker replied.

"A tru-truckload?" Jules stammered.

"Yes, ma'am. The Princess here wants to make sure all the kids have everything they need," Felix explained.

“You're the princess who is set to marry Prince Ruhn,” the worker exclaimed.

You nodded. “Yes, but please just call me (Name). I'm just here to ensure that the kids get what they need and want. So, where should we set up?”

The worker suggested, “Oh, definitely the auditorium. It's the biggest room in the orphanage and you can bring the gifts in through the back doors so the kids won't see, if you want to surprise them.”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

After everything was set up at the orphanage, you instructed the workers to inform the kids about the source of the gifts however they saw fit. You didn't care about receiving credit; you only cared about ensuring the children had what they needed and were happy.

Felix pulled up in front of Ruhn's mother's villa and parked the car. Despite their marriage being purely for show, he was eager for you to meet his mother.

Felix opened the car door for you, and you took a deep breath before stepping out and walking towards the door. After knocking, it took a few moments for Ruhn to answer, looking annoyed as he said, "You were supposed to be here half an hour ago.”

"I was actually doing something productive," you retorted.

"What? Fucking another male you met at White Raven?" Ruhn shot back

You chuckled, "I haven't been intimate with anyone from the club."

"Then who have you been with? I can see the marks on your neck," He pressed.

"I'm sorry, but that's none of your concern. The person I choose to have between my legs is off-limits to you. Our marriage is purely for political reasons and the benefits it brings to our kingdoms. That's all,"

Ruhn sighed and moved aside to let you enter the house, with Felix trailing behind.

"Go straight down the hallway," Ruhn's voice sounded from behind Felix as you heard the door close.

Walking down the corridor, you noticed photographs hanging on the walls. Ones of Ruhn, others with Ruhn and his mother, and some of Ruhn with a young girl. The resemblance between the little girl and Ruhn made you assume she was his sister. His mother was undeniably stunning. It was no surprise the Autumn King had taken notice of her.

You proceeded down the hallway until it led to a spacious room adorned with a couch, a recliner, a coffee table, a TV, fireplace, and various knick-knacks, giving the place a cozy atmosphere.

A smile formed on your face as you compared this welcoming living room to the cold mansion you once called home. No matter how much you tried to make it feel like one, it never exuded the warmth and comfort that this house did. It dawned on me that your mansion was simply a building, not a true home.

"Oh! Hi!" a woman greeted me from behind. "You must be (Name). I'm Lorin."

I turned to face her and was struck by her beauty. There was a certain softness in her features that set her apart from other faes. Her blue eyes reminded me of Ruhn's, and her silky black hair only added to her allure. If Ruhn and I were to have children, I hoped they would inherit more of Lorin's traits than Runn’s father's.

I extended my hand towards her and replied, "Yes, that's me. I apologize, but you are truly stunning.”

"Oh my Gods. I was thinking the same,"

"Thank you,"

"Is that the man accompanying you your bodyguard?"

I glanced at Felix and touched his shoulder. "Yes, this is Felix,"

Lorin shifted his gaze to Ruhn, who entered the room. "Your father made a great choice,"

Ruhn simply nodded and settled onto the couch.

"Aren't you going to offer her a drink or snack?” His mom questioned.

“Do you want anything?” Ruhn inquired.

As you were about to decline, the enticing aroma of chicken, sausage, garlic, and other delicious ingredients filled the air, causing your stomach to growl. "The smell of whatever you're cooking is absolutely mouthwatering," you admitted.

She revealed that it was chicken and sausage gumbo with smoked paprika, garlic powder, mustard powder, and cayenne. She then asked if you had any allergies.

You declined any allergies. "Nope," you shook your head.

She then offered you some of the delicious meal. "Yes, please," you enthusiastically accepted.

Lorin smiled warmly and motioned for you and Felix to follow her into the kitchen. Catching a glance at Felix, she asked, "Do you want some too?"

Felix hesitated, "No, ma'am. I don't want to-"

Lorin interrupted firmly, "Nonsense. You are protecting my future daughter-in-law. That means I am going to make sure you are going to eat and don't leave my home hungry."

With a grateful nod, Felix replied, "Yes, ma'am.”

I smiled with Felix, and he returned the gesture. It was heartwarming to see someone treating Felix as more than just my bodyguard, and I couldn't help but feel grateful.

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As I danced to the music at the White Raven, Felix stood watch from a distance, ensuring our safety. Suddenly, I felt hands on my body and turned to see that it was Ruhn. "You really think I can't smell Felix on you?" His words were hushed by the loud music, shielding our conversation from others.

I knew that pushing him off would attract unwanted attention and potentially lead to more trouble.

You took his hands and placed them on your midsection, dancing with him. "You really think I can't smell all the females on you?"

Ruhn remained silent in response.

"Do you even know who they are? Can you name at least one? I know Felix's name, at least."

Ruhn angrily pushed past me and left. I shrugged it off and chuckled, then proceeded to pull Felix onto the dance floor at the club.

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Pairing: keigo takami x f!reader

Words: 2.589

Summary: being married young was never in either of your plans, more or less being married to a hero and a quirkless human. still, it made an interesting switch to your lives, one you might not regret.

Warning(s): angst, fluff, slight cursing

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Keigo woke up in a bed tangled in sheets, a yawn escaped from his mouth as he was slowly waking up. His eyes focused on the ceiling, blinking the tiredness off from them.

Turning his head he looked at the clock on his nightstand that read, 7:01 AM.

"Crap..." he muttered sitting up from his messy bed, "Endeavor is going to get there soon..." He groaned fully stretching his wings, feeling too lazy and tired to head to the agency.

After minutes of fighting his external tiredness, he finally woke up and got himself ready for work.

"That's strange...."

Walking over to the door, he opened it but there was no noise coming from any room of your penthouse. Peeking his head out he looked both ways for any sign of you, but there was none.

"(name)?" he called out to you, no answer.

Quietly he stepped towards your room and gently opened the door, "(name) are you awake?" Keigo whispered.

Your room was actually tighty compared to his own, your bed was made and still no sign of you. It was weird seeing you had told him you were given some days off because you two got married, so why weren't you anywhere?

A slight feeling of panic wanted to rise inside of him. "Keep calm, hawks if something had happened you would have been contacted already."

And behold he was right, there was a note on the coffee table with your handwriting.

"Sorry for not waiting for you I had to take off this morning." He read out loud, "The school contacted me that a teacher called in sick and asked me to cover for them. I hope you get to enjoy your morning before you leave for your agency. See you later at home, (name)."

Faintly smiling he placed the note back down, "I'm glad I just hope next time you let me know, gees."

His phone then vibrated, accepting the call he spoke.

"Hey, you should have told me before you left-"

"I'm already at your agency and you're nowhere to be seen? Where are you? I thought you'd be here by now, Hawks."

"Endeavor!" he mentally cursed, forgetting he was expecting him today. "I'm already on my way, a uh villain took some time to catch. But I am a few minutes away."

Endeavor sighed, "Whatever, just get here already."

With that the call ended and Keigo quickly put on the rest of his hero costume and flew out the window feeling a little less worried about his wife.

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"Mrs. (last name)!" you felt a pair of tiny arms wrap themselves around your legs. "I thought you were on vacation."

Smiling you crouched down to their height, "One of our teachers didn't feel too good today and I came to help cover their class."

"So you won't be back tomorrow?" they pouted.

"I'm not sure, Suzuki." you answered, "I did get some days off thanks to our principle."

"B-but aren't you.. happy here with us instead?"

You nodded, softly smiling. "I'm always happy to see you guys."

"Then stay, Mrs. (last name)!" Sato exclaimed running up from behind Suzuki.

"Sato!" you retorted, "I'm so happy to see you back again, how are you feeling?"

She gave you a thumbs up, smiling widely. "I told you I would get better quickly!"

"That you did."

"Where's your husband?" she asked standing next to Suzuki. "Is he coming by to meet us?"

"W-well... right now he is quite busy."

"He shouldn't be too busy to meet us!" Sato crossed her arms in front of her chest, frowning. "He does know about us, right?!"

"Of course!" you exclaimed, ruffling both their heads lovingly. "He knows you guys are very important to me."

The sound of the bell got their attention.

"We should get going then, we'll see you at lunch Mrs. (last name)!" She yelled hugging your neck tightly while Suzuki gave you a side hug. You wrapped both your arms around them, hugging them back. "I'll make sure to tell the others."

"Yeah... they will be happy to see you." Suzuki added.

You kissed the top of their heads and let them go, "Off you go kiddos. I don't want you two to be late."

"Bye, Mrs. (last name)!" they yelled waving at you, you waved back and watched as they made their way towards your classroom.

"(name)!"

"Oof." your body moved back as you felt a weight on top of you.

"You should be on your honeymoon!"

"He's actually busy so we're at home for the mean time, Mio."

"Are you serious?" she pulled away, shocked. "He should have taken you to at least somewhere away from Kyushu!"

"I told him it was okay." you assured her, "We can always go somewhere else."

"Nope!" she retorted shaking her head, "I need to have a talk with this mysterious husband of yours, I mean come on? It's your honeymoon!"

"Trust me he understands and is aware of it."

"Doesn't seem like it." she furrowed her eyebrows, "Are you sure he is not holding you against your will? Do you really love him? Does he love you? Is he nice to you?!"

You raised your hands, "Mio calm down. I wouldn't have gotten married if my parents did not trust him. You know how aware they are about who gets close to me."

"True." She bit her lip, then sighed. "Okay, I trust you then."

"Thank you."

"Can I see like... at least a picture of him?"

"Nope."

Mio groaned in frustration, as much as she respected your private life husband's she still wanted to know. You did feel bad that you couldn't let her know, but it was for his and your own safety.

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"You are aware of what is going on I assume?" Endeavor spoke.

"Yeah, as far as I can tell there hasn't been any recent movement." Keigo rested his elbows on the desk, resting his chin on his open palm. "Which is a big worry on our part."

"The police has been trying to track down any leads from the past to see if they had a plan made without us noticing."

"Even if they did, they most likely have a plan ahead from what we might think." Keigo explained, "They're a group of unpredictable villains... it won't be long enough until they show up again."

"Are you still thinking about what happened?"

"Yeah..." He leaned back looking down at his desk.

"If it hadn't been for you we couldn't have known what the league had been planning." Endeavor leaned forward looking at him. "You didn't know how it would turn out in the end. We all did our best."

"I don't want there to be a repeat of last time, not again." He sternly spoke. "They don't care about losing anything. Their minds are already made up but for the rest of us... it's nothing like that. Everyone is barely going back to normality, some are still suffering."

"No one else deserves to wallow in pain again."

"How are you adjusting to your new house?" Keigo asked.

The flame hero looked away, not knowing how to answer his friends question. It had been something in his mind for a long time but with society split into two, he hasn't been able to truly sit down and feel everything.

"I don't know yet." He honestly answered. "I'm glad to see that my family is whole again, in a new place where no bad memories are attached to it."

"But?"

Endeavor stayed quiet for a moment, hoping to looked deep inside and see the answer he's been looking for.

"It's now really settling in that I can't go back and erase the hurt I've caused. The stuff I did to them... they shouldn't have gone through with it. And now..." he continued, "I'm living in a house too big for only myself."

"I understand how you felt― feel I mean." Keigo corrected himself, "It's a lonely world... but you have s chance to make things right and you have been. Not everyone thinks twice to fix things, yet you already did."

"I suppose it's going to take some time."

"You have time, go slowly." He said, "Don't rush something that needs a couple of steps in between for it to fully become complete."

"You're younger than me and yet here you are giving me life advice." Endeavor looked at him. "It's strange."

"What?" Keigo chuckled, "Come on what's so strange about me giving you advice? I can be a good person to go to, you just sometimes happen to think otherwise."

The corner of his lips slightly lifted upwards, "Yeah."

A knock at his door interrupted the conversation.

"Come in!" Keigo called out.

His assistant then walked in, "Hello, Endeavor sir. Hawks there is someone waiting for you in the meeting room."

"Thank you, I'll be there in a minute!"

She excused herself, leaving them both alone again.

"By the way I heard that you were in Miyagi? A couple of heroes kept asking me if I was there with you."

"I was vising some old friends." Keigo answered standing up from his chair.

"In Miyagi?"

"Yeah I've gone there a couple of times during my vacation and I liked it." He teasingly smiled at him, "Don't worry you're still my favorite Endeavor."

"As if I care..." he muttered.

"Come on Endeavor you know I still love you." Keigo went around his desk to hug him but Endeavor stretched his arm out stopping him from doing so.

He pouted, "You're so mean!"

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After school was when things got a bit busier than you had thought. All the teachers had made a plan to meet up and discuss the upcoming sports festival for the students. It would be a small event held for all grades, their parents would be invited of course to come and cheer them on.

"I think an obstacle course could be fun!" Mio exclaimed looking at everyone. "We can set up a few tunnels and curves that they would have to go around."

"That's an excellent idea." The principle smiled, "We can even set up a stand on the side with snacks and drinks for all of them to enjoy."

"Are parents going to participate?" A teacher asked.

"For the time being I think it would be best if they watch and interact with them during their breaks since it will be a big event for everyone."

"Understood."

"Does anyone else want to pitch in an idea or have any questions?" The principle asked looking around the room.

You knew that it would be impossible to get any heroes to show up and cheer them on. From what you heard your kiddos loved Hawks along with Best Jeanist, Endeavor, and Midnight.

But if you asked him personally there was going to be a chance that he would say no.

Still, your students have been wanting to meet them for awhile now and it could inspire them.

Raising your hand you took the risk, "I understand this event is already big as it is but... well is there a possibility that we can ask a hero to come as a guest? Our kids would appreciate it... even after all that's happened. I know they're looking for an inspiration and let them know that things will be okay."

Everyone murmured around them, some agreeing to the idea that it would be beneficial to get more sponsored events and earn money for the school.

"Things have been a bit difficult for all of us," she said. "I can see why you want to get them involved to cheer them up. Still given the circumstance, some heroes want to stay put for the mean time so they don't cause any attention from the villains."

"That's true..." you agreed, "Sorry for asking I should have thought twice about it."

"Don't worry I know you meant well."

"Talking about pro heroes," another colleague of yours spoke leaning forward to look at you. "How was your wedding?! We've been dying to know."

Your cheeks turned red. "A―Akane, it went well I don't really know what else to say."

"Don't even try I've been asking the same thing since she came back." Mio added.

"Ladies, I'm sure she has a reason to not want to talk about it." The principle said.

"She's right, it's something private. (Name) will talk when she wants to." Your friend said as he looked at you. "Her husband will show and present himself to all of us, when he's ready of course."

"Thank you, Hizashi." You softly smiled his way, he gave you a smile in return.

"I think she's right, though." he said looking at everyone, "Maybe we can get a hero to come by and show up at the event. Even during these hard times our students need some cheering up as well."

"Yeah but who?" Mio questioned leaning against you.

"What about Best Jeanist?" Hizashi asked.

"My students love him." You smiled remembering how they liked drawing him each time during their free time.

"I know." His eyes lit up, "I saw all those drawings you have of him on the wall. He seems to be like the most popular hero."

"Yeah." You chuckled, "All of them are fascinated with him after he came back. They asked me if I ever met Best Jeanist but I told them no."

Your phone started to ring, you looked down at the caller ID and saw it was Keigo.

"Sorry, excuse me." You sheepishly smiled getting up from your seat and walking out of the staff room.

"Hey is everything alright?" Keigo asked as he stopped at the top of a building.

"Y―yeah! Why do you ask?"

"I got home and saw the lights were still turned off. I thought you'd be there by now since school ends at two."

"A meeting came up all of a sudden after school, I was only aware of it until I was almost out the door." You explained, "I didn't think it'd run this late."

"Do you want me to come get you? I shouldn't be too far away from your school―"

"No, it's okay." you said, "Plus I wouldn't want to put you in a risky spot in case if someone saw you close by the school.

"I can still meet you halfway at least."

"Keigo, it's okay." You reassured him. "I've gone home alone plenty of times before. I'm sure if I take a taxi nothing bad is going to happen."

"But (name)."

"I'm going to be just fine, stop worrying too much."

A warm feeling rose inside of you knowing he was concerned about your safety. All this time you thought it'd be the type of traditional marriage where you two wouldn't talk unless it was necessary but he was proving you wrong, and you were really liking it.

"(name)!" Hizashi called out to you, "The principle said we'd continue tomorrow with the meeting, it's already getting late."

You nodded at his direction, "Okay, thank you for letting me know."

"I can walk you home if you'd like." He suggested.

Before you could answer him, your husband quickly grabbed your attention with his question.

"Who's that?" Keigo questioned feeling a tad bit of jealousy.

"He's a friend." you answered and gave a sign to Hizashi to give you a minute. "I've known him for a while now."

"And you're going to accept his offer?"

"He lives in a few blocks away from us―"

"You're not answering my question... are you going to walk home with him?"

You bit your lip as you couldn't help but ask. "Does it... does it bother you?..."

Keigo's lips parted getting ready to reject that ridiculous idea when he realized that it did in fact bother him.

"No, it's fine." He faintly smiled, "If you trust him then there's no reason for me to worry about it."

"Are you sure―"

"Yeah I'll see you back at home okay?"

"Wait I thought... you were at home already." you asked.

"I was but I left something at the office." he explained, "I shouldn't take too long, I'll meet you there."

"Oh, alright. Be careful then okay?"

"Yeah.. you too."

It gave you a mixed feeling with the way he hung up on you. There was no way he had even felt any emotion of jealousy, you two got married on a deal after all. Why would it bother him if you went home with a friend? Or was it because you shot his offer down and heard when Hizashi asked you?

"(name)?"

"Huh?" you turned around to see him standing in front of you. "Hey... sorry I spaced out. Did you say something?"

"Is everything alright?" He asked handing you your bag.

"Y―yeah I was on the phone with my husband." you responded. "He was asking me if I was okay since I usually go home early after work."

"He was worried that's understandable." Hizashi said walking towards the exit beside him. "If I had a wonderful wife like you hell I'd be worried."

Chuckling your face flushed, "I'm sure your future wife will be even better than me."

Looking down at you he added, "I don't know it's hard nowadays to even find the perfect someone."

"Who knows maybe when you least expect it you will end up finding her."

A small smile formed on his lips, "Maybe I already did."

Hizashi has always admired you for how passionate you are for helping your students. You enjoyed your work and there was nothing you wouldn't do for them. Although you could find another job somewhere else with better pay you stayed. And he's seen his fair share of people leaving, except you.

Friends, was the word he used to describe the relationship between you two. Although there are times where he wished there was a smidge of hope that it would change. Now that you're married he realized you two might be better off how you are now, still there was hope inside of him.

"How's your husband if you don't mind me asking?" He asked as you walked passed a stand of your (favorite food) food.

"He's... kind." You answered earning a chuckle from him. "What?" You asked looking up at him.

"You― I was surprised by your choice of word is all. I thought maybe you would say amazing or―or handsome."

"R―right well he ―he is!" you exclaimed feeling nervous as you tried to sound convincing. "He's the best of the best! Also a good person and if he wasn't people wouldn't like him."

"But that's what they think right?" Hizashi questioned not fully believing you. "I want to know what you, think of him."

"What I think of... him?" you asked looking straight ahead of you already forgetting the food stand that had caught your attention.

"I mean you decided to marry him, only four months into your relationship." He pointed out, "Knowing you if you did not trust or had feelings for him you would not have said yes to his proposal."

It was actually more complicated than that. This marriage was a deal, to help out your parents during their hard time. In exchange you had offered yourself while their situation was being handled by Keigo in secret.

You didn't think he'd accept it and say no but to your surprise he did agree. At first you were weary about him, whether you could fully trust him. Slowly but surely you two began to talk and you started to ease yourself when being next to him. Yet there was stuff you did not know about him like he did not know about you.

"I'm still learning stuff about him, that you are right about." You crossed your arms in front of your chest, feeling the night getting colder. "I got married knowing some stuff about him, heck I sometimes get worried that it might not work."

"And you are still willing to try and make things work huh?"

"Yeah..." you continued smiling small. "I decided to do this because I wanted to. I want to know what it's like to share your life with someone else other than your family or people you personally know."

"You're something else you know." Hizashi said smiling up towards the sky.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean," he looked down at you with the warmest smile. "He's lucky to have you and I hope however this marriage goes it doesn't change you."

"I wouldn't ever think about changing."

After parting ways from your long time friend you made your way towards your home. The building shined bright in all the lights that were used by strangers to finish or start their day. People passed by the building along with cars on the side of the street.

Taking your key out you unlocked the door and greeted the receptionist at the front desk with a quick hello and picked up any mail that was left for you during the day.

When the elevator stopped at your floor, you put in the key once again to unlock it. As you stepped inside you noticed the lights were turned on in the kitchen while the rest was surrounded by darkness.

"Keigo?..." you called out approaching the kitchen. "Are you home?"

When you got to the living room you placed your bag and key along with the mail down on the table and chair. Slowly you walked over to the kitchen but there was no one there.

You sigh turning around to walk out and turn off the light when you saw a plate of food covered in a transparent plastic wrap on the table. Walking over to it you saw a small note next to it.

I realized you weren't going to come home soon so I made some food! I hope you like it, see you later at home, (name).

"Keigo..." you mumbled unwrapping the plate of food.

Your vision started to become blurry, you wiped away the tears that were starting to form. It wasn't the plate of food that was getting you so worked up, your parents did it so many times for you in the past. It was the fact that he decided to be thoughtful about your well being and making sure you ate something.

As emotional as you were, being thoughtful was one of the things that you appreciated so much from someone. Keigo could have just stayed quiet about eating but instead he made sure to leave some food for you too. He may still be a stranger in some ways but he had a good heart that was obvious.

The clock currently read 10:37 PM. Keigo could feel his muscles getting sore from the fight between three villains that made themselves know near his agency. They weren't too tough to handle but one of them had a strength quirk.

His feet were basically dragging him at this point to get to bed and sleep, but he knew he had to at least shower. As he entered his home his mind went to you, wondering if you were already asleep.

Walking towards the living room to get to his room, he saw you curled up on the edge of the brown couch asleep. His hand reached out to wake you up but stopped himself from doing so. He's never seen someone sleep so peacefully in his life before.

Yet there you were, sleeping away without a worry. Even then his eyes couldn't stop looking at you. The light coming in through the large window made its way to your figure, making you shine brighter than you already did.

He could have said no the moment you made the offer but he took it instead. If anyone else knew about his reason they would have described him as being selfish. For someone who has been through hell, he thought it would make his life a little less stressful by having someone around, someone to come home to.

Would you think about him the same way if you ever found out?

"Keigo?..." you mumbled half asleep. "You're back..."

"Hey, sorry I came home so late." he softly spoke crouching down in front of you as you sat up. "Did you fall asleep waiting for me?"

"Mhm," you rubbed your eyes trying to wake yourself up. "I―I wanted to wait for you... tell you the food was delicious."

"Really?" he breathed out in relief. "Now I can sleep soundly knowing you enjoyed it."

You chuckled quietly, "I'm glad to ease your worries."

Without thinking he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, "We should get you to bed, it's already late."

"Yeah... y―you need to rest as well."

Keigo stood back up straight, extending his hand out to you. Accepting his hand you got up from the couch, holding onto his hand tightly.

He couldn't help but look down at you as you both walked towards your individual rooms. There was just something adorable about you when you were sleepy.

Your body suddenly leaned in towards him making him blush. You closed your eyes, smiling as you felt his body heat radiating through his coat onto you.

"Keigo?..."

"Hm?"

"Welcome, home."

His gaze softened, feeling his muscles relax and forgetting about his flustered face. Those two simple words made him feel like he was safe, despite all the chaos that occurred.

He smiled with closed eyes, "I'm home."

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i don't wanna be annoying but can you please write more lifeweaver? i freaking love your fanteractions for him

Torbjörn: I hope you're proud of yourself. Reinhardt won't shut up about robot horses, now!

LifeWeaver: *innocently* Oh! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to put you into that position! I'll tell Reinhardt you can't build the horse.

Torbjörn: It's no matter of 'can't!' I can build a horse! I can build the most powerful steel stallion you've ever seen!

LifeWeaver: *mildly* Oh but I wouldn't want you to go through the trouble...

Torbjörn: What trouble?! It wouldn't be a challenge at all! I could build it in my sleep! I'll show you!

LifeWeaver: Oh, wonderful!

Torbjörn: Just you---! Wait--! You!!! Rrrrgh!

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Cassidy: You know how much Vishkar's offerin' for you?

LifeWeaver: Well there isn't a solid answer to that, because Vishkar doesn't deal solely in money. Looking to take me in?

Cassidy: Nah, nah, too uptight a bunch for my tastes. I'm just wondering if your bounty's higher than mine.

LifeWeaver: Hm! Competitive, aren't we?

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LifeWeaver: It's wonderful that you donate a percentage of your music sales to reforestation, Lúcio.

Lúcio: I'm sensing a 'but...'

LifeWeaver: Oh no buts. It's very admirable. It's just... old growth forests have that vital duff that supports biodiversity, makes them more drought-resistant, and more CO2 efficient than just replanting trees. So if a percentage went to stopping deforestation to begin with...

Lúcio: I'll... look into it. We don't have to tie ourselves to trees, do we?

LifeWeaver: I won't ask that of you... yet.

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LifeWeaver: *pouty* I can't believe you left me on read for 3 hours.

Baptiste: I keep telling you! There was a firefight! And I was running for my life!

LifeWeaver: So you send the explosion and running emojis! Have you never dated an enemy of a terrorist-backed corporation before?

Baptiste: Have you never dated the enemy of a corporate-backed terrorist organization before?!

LifeWeaver: *gasp* Oh, it's our first fight! Isn't it exciting?

Baptiste: *sigh* You certainly have an interesting perspective on things...

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LifeWeaver: Ah, the protector of Cairo, herself! If you ever need a lift for a good vantage point, just let me know.

Ana: *chuckle* Such a gentleman.

LifeWeaver: Well, we outlaws ought to look out for each other, right?