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pastelalchemy · 11 months

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how you met:

warnings: none.

simon 'ghost' riley met you at a bar he frequently visited with the men when they were off deployment. you were sat at the bar surrounded by a bunch of your lady friends, drinking and chatting, when suddenly your eyes met his. you couldn't help the blush that rose to your cheeks as you quickly looked away, captivated by the masked man. simon continued to look at you, watching the way you tucked your hair behind your ear and swig your drink before ordering another one, giggling with your friends. you thought about walking over to the masked man, thought about introducing yourself, but you decided against it. he probably always gets females throwing themselves at him. soap had noticed the object of simon's stare and smirked before whispering "why don't you just go over and say hi."

plucking up the courage, simon downed his whisky before slowly, and unsurely, making his way over to you. he was half-way there when he noticed your friend watching him before bending over to you and whispering something. you turned your head to look at simon, smile lighting up your face. he thought about turning around and cutting his losses, but you stood up and walked the remainder of the way, meeting him. "hi," you said softly, holding your hand out. "i'm y/n."

"simon," he replied, taking his hand in yours and shaking it. "but you can call me ghost."

"ghost huh?" you asked with a tipsy giggle. "i like that."

you sat at the other end of the bar for the rest of your time at the bar, talking with simon. when you had to go, you pulled a tiny notepad out of your handbag, scribbling your number on it and giving it to the man infront of you. "text me," you whispered, before turning around to meet up with the rest of your friends and leaving the establishment. simon looked down at the piece of paper with your number on it and he hoped that it was legitimate.

könig met you at a supermarket. he was shopping for the essentials and wasn't looking where he was going, when all of a sudden his shopping trolley ran into yours. "verzeihen sie mir," he whispered, looking at you apologetically.

"huh?" you asked, tilting your head.

"forgive me," he translated, a shy blush creeping up on his cheeks as he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.

"it's okay, happens all the time," you smiled politely. your words put könig at ease and he felt like he could finally breathe. "are you german?" you asked, taking note of the german language used upon his apology.

"austrian," he corrected you quietly.

"sorry," you responded, a blush now spreading across your cheeks. "do you come here often?" you asked. könig nodded, unsure of what exactly to say. his face was flushed red with embarrassment but he watched as you continued to grab your shopping items off the shelves, occasionally looking over to him. "it's a good supermarket," you said randomly, trying to make small-talk with the man who loomed over you. "as far as supermarkets go anyway."

the man chuckled and nodded, "ja, as far as supermarkets go," he repeated.

"i've always wanted to learn german," you admitted, just letting your brain do all the talking as the two of you began walking through the aisles together.

"i could teach you," he said.

your eyes lit up, glistening with excitement. "really?" the man nodded in response. "my name is y/n by the way," you said, realising you had never told him your name.

"könig," he replied.

"would you... like my number?" you asked sheepishly, looking könig in the eyes. the man nodded, face still flushed with embarrassment as he realised you were coming on to him. you smiled softly and ripped a piece of paper off the bottom of your shopping list and wrote down your number. nervously, you handed him the piece of paper. "text me?" you asked, hopefully.

"i will liebe," he said as he took the piece of paper off of you and stuffing it into his pocket. and with that, you said your goodbyes and went off to purchase your groceries.

johnny 'soap' mactavish, like simon, met you in a bar. you were sitting by the bar all alone, seemingly downing your sorrows in copious amounts of alcohol. from the moment johnny had walked in, he had a feeling that he should keep an eye on you. it was obvious by your red-eyes that you had been crying, and johnny didn't want any of the men in the bar trying to take advantage of you. he watched as the bartended poured you drink after drink and admired the way in which you downed them.

it wasn't long before someone was stalking over to you, starting up a conversation. johnny felt himself tense as the man placed a hand on your shoulder, squeezing ever so slightly. he drowned out all conversations in the bar and focused on yours.

"you should come home with me," the man slurred to you.

you shook your head and wiped the remaining tears from your eyes as you spoke, "no thank you."

"aweh why not sweetie?" the man continued to press.

"i'm happy here," you replied. "besides, i'm waiting for someone." it was obviously a lie, and the man bothering you knew that.

"i can wait until whoever you're waiting for shows up," the man slurred, taking a seat awfully close to you.

"that's not needed," you said, shifting away as the man came closer to you.

johnny did what a real gentleman would do. he couldn't sit back and let this drunken creep harass you. so, he pushed up his chest and stormed over to you a smile on his face. "there you are! i'm so sorry i'm late."

you whipped your head round to face johnny who sent you a subtle wink, letting you know he was only trying to help you out. you breathed a sigh of relief and stood up. "don't worry about it," you replied. "sorry, i have to go."

you turned to the drunken man next to you who simply grumbled in response as you walked away with johnny. you sat down across from johnny in the booths and smiled at him. "thank you so much," you said, taking a deep shaky breath as you looked at him.

"don't mention it," johnny replied, taking a sip of his drink. "truth be told i've had my eye on you since i walked in. thought someone was bound to try and bother you at some point."

you felt your face heat up at his comment, a warmth spread across your stomach knowing he was looking out for you. "i'm y/n," you smiled, mimicking his actions and taking a sip of your drink.

"johnny, but you can call me soap," he smirked. "let me walk you home?"

"i'd like that," you smiled. you and johnny stood up and made your way out of the bar and to your home. when you finally made it to your apartment, you turned to johnny with a look of appreciation across your face. "thank you."

"it's no worries," he smiled back at you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

"would you like to come in?" you asked awkwardly, unsure of the social etiquette for people who protect you from drunken men in the bar.

johnny shook his head "no it's alright, i better head home myself, but thank you."

he was about to turn around and walk away when you opened your mouth, "johnny," you said. "would you, maybe, like my number?" johnny couldn't stop the smirk spreading across his face. he hadn't done all of this just to get your number, but he wasn't going to say no. he fished his phone out of his pocket and passed it to you. you texted yourself and handed him back the phone before pressing a kiss to his cheek. "thank you again," you smiled.

"don't mention it," he replied. "have a good night, y/n."

"have a goodnight, soap."

john price met you at a coffee shop. you were the barista, working behind the counter and serving people their coffee and food. this was a particular coffee shop john had never been too before, and he wondered why. the atmosphere inside was overwhelmingly beautiful. he waited in line to get his coffee and when it was his turn, you looked at him with sparkling eyes that made his breath get caught in his throat. "what can i get for you today?" you asked sweetly, your voice dripping with honey. john's mind went blank momentarily before he snapped himself out of it, ordering a coffee to-go. you nodded with a smile and quickly made his order. with that you bid him a goodbye, not expecting to see him again.

but john returned. not only was the coffee possibly the best he's ever had, but he had to admit that he thought you were beautiful and the main reason for his constant return. he became a regular at the small coffee shop, had learnt your name was y/n and that you were the manager there. on this particular day, john was feeling bold, very bold. he walked in and greeted you with a smile "good morning y/n."

"good morning john," you smiled back, waving as you made the other peoples orders. when you got to him, you leaned over the counter, "what can i get you today john, the usual?"

"yeah," he replied, biting his bottom lip before adding. "with a side of your number."

you chuckled and began making his order, writing your phone number on the side of his cup. when you had finished john's order, you passed it to him. "here you go, a regular with a side of my number."

john was slightly taken back that his lame pick-up line worked, but took the coffee nonetheless. "thanks y/n, you'll be hearing from me soon," he said before turning on his heels and leaving.

"i'll hold you to that!" you called out with a smile as he left.

phillip graves met you at a charity event. you were general shepherd's daughter and were the co-host of a charity event hosted by your father. when phillip walked in, his eyes automatically found you. you were dressed lavishly and stood by your fathers side, thanking everyone for coming as they entered.

he walked over to you and your father, making himself known. "general shepherd," he said, nodding towards your father before turning his attention to you. "and you are?" he asked politely, turning on his southern charm.

"my name is y/n," you smiled, holding your hand out for him to shake. "i'm general shepherd's daughter."

phillip was slightly taken back by this, but took your hand and pressed his lips against the top. you blushed lightly as he kissed your hand. "my name is phillip graves," he introduced himself, slowly putting your hand down to rest at your side.

"lovely to meet you," you smiled softly.

"the pleasure is all mine darlin'," he whispered back and with that, he waltzed off to mingle with the crowed.

throughout the night, phillip continued catching your eye. either you caught him staring, or he caught you staring. before you knew it, you were in a game of cat and mouse as phillip tried to get you alone. eventually, phillip caught you, grasping your arm gently and pulling you onto a balcony. "hi phillip," you breathed innocently, looking up at him through fluttering lashes.

"hey gorgeous," he smirked with a wink. "how's your night goin'?"

"as good as formal events can be," you replied with a slight laugh.

phillip smirked at your sense of humour and let go of your arm. "you look lovely," he said, gazing into your eyes.

"you don't look so bad yourself, mr graves," you replied flirtatiously. "i must head back inside now but here," you said holding out a napkin. "i thought you'd corner me eventually. here's my number."

"why thank you darlin'," he grinned, taking the napkin and admiring the numbers scrawled over it before placing it into his tuxedo pocket.

"hope to hear from you soon, phillip," you smiled before turning around and walking back into the charity event, leaving phillip alone on the balcony.

a/n || hey guys, i hope you liked this first little cod scenario, there'll be plenty more where this came from. requests are currently closed but due to financial difficulties my commissions are open (here) - so if there's something you'd like to see, feel free to send in a commission!

tags: @sarahs-secrets2

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ddagent · 1 year

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INTO THE FIRE, hot chocolate

John/Delenn | Professor/Coffee Shop AU | FR12 | 1,775 words Professors Mir and Sheridan share a hot chocolate together one cold December afternoon.

Shortly before four, Professor Delenn Mir left the Humanities building in search of tea – and Professor Sheridan.

A few months before, she had been ahead of Professor Sheridan – John, as the barista scribbled on his takeaway cup – and he had been lamenting that the coffee machine at Babylon Brew, the campus coffee spot, was not working. Knowing full well the pain of marking undergraduate papers with little caffeine, Delenn had ordered both herself and Professor Sheridan a takeaway cup of sama le’a – orange tea. She had considered it a safe bet; Sheridan was well-known to have a bowlful of oranges on his desk for himself and any vitamin deprived students.

She had returned to Babylon Brew the next day to find that Sheridan had bought her a mocha with chocolate shavings.

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So began their curious ritual. Every day, depending on who was done with their marking or classes first, they would order for the other. Delenn would order them tea; John, coffee. Occasionally they branched out into baked goods. After a particularly nasty meeting with the Dean of Students, Delenn had paid for two large iced lemon cookies to accompany John’s takeaway cup. A few weeks before, when Delenn had worked through lunch, John had paid for a sandwich to accompany her double espresso. So many coffees. So many cups of tea. Yet they had never once shared a drink together. It wasn’t for lack of trying: they stole moments together in corridors, after meetings. But John was working on a new book and Delenn had four doctoral students who were testing her patience.

So, four o’clock it was.

Today, Delenn swept across the quad with a smile on her face. Despite the rolling clouds beckoning in the early evening and the slight bite to the December air, Professor Mir couldn’t help but beam at any soul who walked past her. She was late today, which meant that John would be buying. Delenn could stand behind him in line; admire the broad line of his shoulders through the coat he wore, dark strands brushing the collar. She could stare openly at his warm smile towards the barista, the truly dreadful pun that would leave them both laughing in hearty embarrassment. Then Delenn could witness him stand at the counter, holding court as he waited for his name to be called. John wouldn’t check his phone. He would watch the coffee shop, gaze drifting from stranger to stranger until settling upon her. Their eyes would meet, heat pooling low in Delenn’s belly, as the world fell away.

Then John would offer his takeaway cup in salute and off into the cold he would go.

But as Delenn entered Babylon Brew that afternoon, she did not catch sight of John waiting ahead of her. Lips forming into a thin line, Delenn reluctantly joined the queue. Her eyes darted around the coffee shop, trying to find John in the throng of harassed students and caffeine deprived academics. But there was no infectious smile; no raspy laugh. Disappointment flooded through Delenn as she approached the counter. Perhaps I am earlier than I thought, she wondered, drawing upon the hope as she was called to the front. The peppermint tea, today, I think. With a slice of lemon drizzle cake.

“Professor Sheridan’s already been in,” announced the barista, quickly dashing all of Delenn’s hopes. “He bought you both a hot chocolate.”

Delenn nodded, offering a thin smile to the barista. “Thank you. I will wait—”

“—he’s over by the window.”

Her head jerked in the direction of the window overlooking the gardens; the view now cleared of departing students. There sat John. Coat off. Scarf abandoned. Cheeks slightly pink from the change in temperature. He raised his cup – a proper, porcelain cup – in her direction. There was a second mug in front of him. Two plates. An empty chair. Delenn barely thanked the barista again before she rushed to join John. He rose as she approached, pulling out her chair for her. Like this was a date. This was a date.

“I thought it was about time we actually sat down to drink,” John said. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all. I was thinking the exact same thing.”

John’s grin grew impossibly wide. Delenn’s face split in two as she fumbled with the ties of her long coat, wrapped tight to ward off the winter chill. The coffee shop felt ridiculously warm – but perhaps that was just the presence of John so close; his heated touch as he helped remove her coat from her shoulders. Delenn felt his breath on the curve of her neck as his hands slid the wool from her form and draped it across the back of her chair. His gaze refused to leave hers as he re-took the seat opposite.

John gestured towards the two cups and plates. “I overheard you talking to the barista the other day that you’d never tried hot chocolate. Thought we should remedy that.” He pointed at the cup. “I went for whipped cream and chocolate shavings to give you the full hot chocolate experience. We also have some mince pies.”

Delenn stared curiously at the miniature pies placed in front of her, dusted in sugar with a holly leaf embossed atop the shortcrust pastry. “I have heard of these. They are the…the smaller form of the shepherd and the cottage?”

Her date stared, confused, before realisation sunk in. John shook his head good-naturedly. “No, no, it’s not like a shepherd or cottage pie. These have mincemeat in them.” Delenn raised an eyebrow. She thought that was the main ingredient in those previous pies. John just chuckled. “They used to have meat in them, but now they have dried fruit and spices – sometimes even a dash of brandy depending on who makes them. Grandma Sheridan used to get rid of half a bottle every Christmas.”

“I see.” Delenn lifted her fork to break the pastry into two. The filling seemed innocuous enough. Taking a tentative bite, she was surprised at the decadent flavours. The pastry was buttery and crumbled upon the plate; the filling was full of cinnamon and nutmeg. Delenn took another eager bite. “Despite your perplexing attitude towards naming, these are most agreeable.”

“I’m glad to hear it.” John took a bite of his own, using his fingers rather than a fork. Sugar dusted his fingertips; his dark shirt caught a few crumbs. He dabbed at his mouth with a napkin. “You’re from Minbar, aren’t you?” Delenn nodded. She had taught at the University of Tuzanor for several years before coming to Babylon. “I teach a few kids from Yedor. They were telling the class the other day about the Solstice celebrations. Do you have any foods that remind you of this time of year?”

Delenn nodded, thinking instantly of her father cooking on the second day of the Solstice celebrations; their home filled with the aroma of spiced nuts and fruits. “We have…parcels made out of very thin pastry, dusted in sugar, and filled with a filling of our choosing. Fruit, nuts, chocolate – they are made together, baked together, and given to someone we love.” A blush rose high on Delenn’s cheeks as she imagined making the kai’tan and offering one to John. “It is considered an important Solstice tradition.”

“They sound great. You’ll have to make some for me.” A pause. Eyes met across the table before their gaze quickly fell away. John cleared his throat. “And I can make some of Grandma Sheridan’s mince pies.”

The thought of exchanging recipes and traditions and words of affection filled Delenn with joy. She chased it with her first sip of hot chocolate. It was more bitter than she had expected; the dark chocolate shavings cutting through the wisp of cream that clung to her top lip. The drink itself was not overly sweet but rich in warmth. Across from her, John chuckled at the picture she made with a cream moustache. His hand reached out to wipe the foam from her face but he hesitated. Delenn angled her mouth closer to his outstretched fingers. A gentle thumb swept across her top lip, before lingering on the delicate skin. Delenn could not help it. She drew John’s thumb between her lips and sucked. His blue eyes widened at the contact; a sharp intake of breath lost in the rush of the coffee shop as afternoon classes finished.

No one noticed as Professor Sheridan leant over the table to press his lips against Professor Mirs. No one noticed the way he cradled her chin as his lips – sweet and bitter – caressed hers. It was only the splutter of the cappuccino machine that prevented Delenn’s tongue from exploring the taste of John even further.

“We should have a drink,” John said, drawing in a ragged breath as he returned to his seat.

“We are having a drink.”

“An alcoholic drink.”

Delenn leaned forward, relishing this game of linguistic misunderstandings and the frustration and arousal it summoned in John. “Minbari do not drink.”

“Dinner, then,” John put forward, leaning back and taking a victorious sip of hot chocolate. “I want to see you over candlelight, Delenn. I want to eat a meal with you that isn’t a sandwich or a slice of cake. I want to close down a restaurant talking about everything and nothing with you.” He lifted his cup once more to his lips. “Dinner.”

“Or breakfast.” Accompanied by a twinkle in her eye and a sultry tone, the offer of breakfast left John spluttering his hot chocolate all over his shirt. Grimacing, Delenn quickly offered him the handful of napkins from the table and the one over. “My apologies, John. I should not have said that.”

“No, no, it’s fine,” he said, dabbing at his shirt. “Just thought all my Christmases had come at once, that’s all. Why don’t we start with dinner and see where the night takes us?”

Delenn beamed. “Sounds perfect.”

After John had mopped up his hot chocolate, the two finished their drinks and talked at great length about their respective festive traditions. As a group of students hovered nearby, wanting their table, John and Delenn took their cue to head out for the evening. They found themselves in a small bistro just off campus where John, indeed, got his wish to close down the place, the pair talking about anything and everything. As for Delenn, the next time John bought her coffee, it was early in the morning, from the coffee shop down the street from his home, while she waited in his bed.

It was the best cup yet.

#john x delenn #babylon 5 #b5fic #dd: prompts #ship: john x delenn

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hrefna-the-raven · 1 year

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Chapter 1 - Glorious purpose (part 3)

Masterlist

Chapter 1.1 - Glorious purpose

Chapter 1.2 - Glorious purpose

Words: 777

Loki sat in the sparse room, his eyes fixed on the concrete wall, observing the projection that came from the machine on the table. The feeling of being trapped here for an eternity clung to his being but then again, time meant nothing in the premises of the TVA. He had just witnessed his mother's death, Asgard burning, and then, his own demise, all happening in another reality where he had chosen to not escape with the help of the Tesseract.

Runes wavered on the projection on the wall, repeating themselves over and over again, as if trying to convey some hidden message. Mobius, stepped closer and rested a hand on Loki's shoulder.

"I don't know why but I felt the urge to show you this", Mobius spoke calmly, "it's like there's a cloud in my head, covering what could lead me to the truth, what could unveil the meaning I crave for, how all this makes sense."

Loki stayed silent, his mind too busy working rapidly to decipher the meaning behind the runes to even acknowledge what Mobius just told him. He knew that these visions held some significance, they had to be linked to the voice that only spoke to him, but he couldn't quite grasp what it was. The more he stared, the more the symbols seemed to shift and swirl, almost as if alive, urging him to finally accede their meaning.

"Listen I can't offer you salvation but maybe I can offer you something better", Mobius continued, "help me find out what is happening here, why I feel like we were fated to meet and what is up with all the strange things happening at the TVA lately."

Suddenly, something clicked in Loki's mind, and he gasped in shock.

"Find me", Loki whispered, almost chuckling as everything seemed to fall into place.

"What?", Mobius turned Loki around to face him.

"It makes...SENSE!", Loki proclaimed, laughing at the realisation that he wasn't on the brink of madness and his mind still worked perfectly fine, in fact he'd even claim it worked at peak performance.

He meandered past Mobius towards the table, his hands ripped a piece of paper from the notepad, took a pen and started scribbling.

ᚠᛁᚾᚾ ᛗᛁᚱ – finn mir

"Find me", he exclaimed, holding the piece of paper proudly up.

"I might repeat myself here but what?!", Mobius' tone shifted to slight annoyance as he felt like he failed to see something here.

"The runes at the end of the projection, it's Old Norse, they can be translated to find me."

"I can't see any runes", Mobius' eyes darted between the projection and the paper in Loki's hand.

"That just confirms my theory!"

Loki slaps the paper on Mobius' chest, slumping down in the chair, crossing his arms as his mouth formed a victorious grin.

"Listen pal, " Mobius huffed, "I don't have the faintest clue what you're talking about but a fugitive Variant's been killing our Minutemen. That Variant is-"

"Me", Loki interrupted him.

"Yes."

"Before your men brought me here, I heard a voice, someone has been talking to me, warning me, in Old Norse", he slammed his hands on the table, "I still hear the voice here, I see message nobody else sees, you don't even know why you had to bring me here and show me this particular projection but I know, ooooh I know it all know!"

An almost manic laugh escaped Loki's throat, the recognition of his brilliance swelling up in a pride in his chest. Mobius' eyes flickered, pupils disappearing as Loki glimpsed in shock at empty white eye balls as the agent's head abruptly fell back before moving up again, the eyes now filled in a glowing green mist.

"It took you long enough, God of Mischief", Mobius' mouth twisted into a weird smile that didn't seem to be his own.

"You're another version of me", Loki leaned forward, his grin never faltering.

"Finn mir Loptr", the distorted voice spoke, "ok helpr mir. Together we can set this right."

The glow in Mobius's eyes disappeared, his hands shooting to gently massage his temples.

"What was that?", confusion engulfed his tone as he tried to parse what just happened.

"That Variant you're seeking, she is closer to the TVA than you think."

"She?", the agent asked hesitantly.

"She wants us to find her. What is the last weird memory you recall? Something you seem to remember but makes no sense?", Loki inquired calmly.

"A Renaissance fair in Oshkosh", Mobius shook his head in disbelief, "but in 1985."

Loki leaned back, his arms crossing triumphantly.

"Well I guess we're going on a field trip to me."

Old Norse translation:

(please be gentle, I'm not an expert concerning the conjugation of a dead language^^)

ᚠᛁᚾᚾ ᛗᛁᚱ – finn mir - find me

ok helpr mir - and help me

Loptr - other Old Norse version of Loki's name

Chapter 2 - The Variant coming soon....

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mewkwota · 1 year

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These are some old late-night scribble-downs of some of Tsux's other outfits, some experimental somethings, and a casual outfit for Mir. I somehow forgot Tsux's short-haired design doesn't have the cape but I threw it on anyway (I might keep it hmm~)

If you look closely I kind of adjusted the trims on Tsux’s casual clothes so they have some stitching, that way it has more of a shape to the sleeves.

#also the thing is the cape is split into three parts not two #I just stopped before throwing on the third flap because I realized too late #but now I'm wondering if it'd look nice #I like the layered look of it and it makes up for the no-ponytail :T #UTAU #PANloid #tsux namine #oc #mir

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sweetdreamsbuck · 2 years

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mir, hi ヾ๑ˊᵕˋ๑◞♡ !!!

i was wondering what your thoughts for how and when bunny first moves in with lumby were?

i might sorta-kinda-spam you w some thots later fyi

𝐢 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤. 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐧𝐢

he already knew exactly where all your stuff would be placed before he even asked you to move in. lumby was thrilled; so much so he almost forgot he was going to ask, that he had to even ask– that's how much he envisioned you in his life.

bucky had a key made for you, the image of a bunny drawn on the face of it with sharpie. his shaky hand tried his best to designate the copper yours, but it looked too much like a squiggle of nothing rather than an honest insignia of his babygirl. he ended up scribbling a heart on the other side, hoping to make up for his lack of artistry.

lumby racked his brain, milling over all the ways he felt were deserving enough to ask for you to move into his life– but every idea fell short. he carried that key around with him in his wallet for weeks, debating on kissing you silly and breathing the question of moving in with him into the depths of your lungs every moment he found himself in your presence. if he had to witness your smile, or feel the soft air leaving your nostrils tickle against his neck, or watch the cruel bat of your eyelashes one more time without permanently having you live in his bed– he was going to combust.

it wasn't until one night that he could no longer wait for the right moment– you planned the most perfect date. a dinner of all his favorite foods and snacks, a lineup of his favorite films with a snuggle fest. all this and a long massage, sweet and attentive kisses pressed along every inch of his corded backside, teasing fingers those fucking fingers that scratched gently at the skin of his scalp until he was purring against the skin of your thighs, a pampering session worthy of soothing your overworked baby– in his blissed and overwhelmingly in-love with his sweet girl and her perfect way of caring for him state, he couldn't help the whine that slipped past his lips of what had been plaguing his mind for weeks:

"i need you to move into the cabin immediately or i might explode. it'll be terrible. a painful death, bun," he exaggerates, thrashing theatrically across your lap. he can't do anything in good conscience without hearing his bunny's perfect giggles– it's so fucking addicting. so fucking unfair– how you've turned his life upside down, how he craves you in every blink of his eye, how he grows warm with even just the promise of a second in your air. but your laugh? god– absolutely rapturous.

"cabin's your home sweet girl. it's not a place for me without you. not anymore." was it ever?

Bucky slinked up your body, pulling the token of his affections from the pocket of his grey sweatpants. he laid the key gently against your chest, Bucky's eyes never leaving yours as he moved to press his lips tenderly against his pitiful doodle. "it's yours. ours, if you want? my home is wherever you are. with you– please..."

#beefy lumby and bunny

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wilhelm--fink · 2 years

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did I just bought a second copy of Mix mir einen Drink? yes, but hear me out cause I have a good reason: one is to carry around and scribble onto, the other is to be kept looking pretty in my bookcase

#rammstein #feeling b #my collection #personal #rammstein collection #mix mir einen drink

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milksteakkk · 20 days

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um woah oc x cannon be upon ye

#yes that is josé. im sorry #mirs scribbles #total drama #elijahposting #yes thats his name #td josé #josé burromuerto #td elijah #elijosé #total drama oc #td oc #2 versiona because i like both #please ask me about elijah. please

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marinatheisdesign · 1 year

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Mich stört es manchmal dass ich mich nur auf Figurinen fokussiere. Dabei gibt es doch so viele andere schöne Dinge die man zeichnen kann. Zum Beispiel Architektur. Letzte Zeit wächst der Wunsch in mir irgendwann ein eigenes kleines Haus zu haben. Ob ich mein Ziel erreichen werde? 😏😣 #art #instaart #scribble #sketch #doodle #artist #sketchbook #architecture #house #drawing #comicart #moleskine #inkpen #pencil #cartoon #artsy #inktober https://www.instagram.com/p/BLh6EOgByWa/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#art #instaart #scribble #sketch #doodle #artist #sketchbook #architecture #house #drawing #comicart #moleskine #inkpen #pencil #cartoon #artsy #inktober

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mobtism · 2 years

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Icon ID: Official art of Reki from Sk8 the Infinity with facepaint similar to Shadow's. He's sticking his tongue out in a silly "rocker" way, and he has one of his hands up in the "rock on" gesture. End ID.

Hi I'm Nick! I'm 19 years old. I talk a lot and post my thoughts often. Music is my special interest.

My current interests are: Mob Psycho 100, Sk8 the Infinity, Fire Force, Soul Eater, Naruto, Dragon Ball, Ace Attorney, and Pokémon.

My favorite things are wizards, pirates, snow & winter, the colors red, yellow, and light neon blue, dogs, bug type Pokémon, and bright colors and lights (as long as they aren't flashing!). I also really love my friends!

I aim to find careers in pyrotechnics, voice acting, and music!

ID: Screenshots of @skylightz pronoun page.

Profile picture is a round icon of Tashiro Gonzaborou, an anime character with dyed yellow hair which has grown out to show his brown roots, green eyes, and wearing a green jacket. He's smiling, and pointing up towards him. The background behind him is a light yellow, and there's a little red star next to his finger.

The description says, "if you refer to me by my neos im kissing you on the mouth. if you dont? well... good luck charlie [starts beating u up]" Age 19.

Flags shown are: Autigender, Nonbinary, Transgender, Bisexual, Ace-Spec, and Gender Avoidant.

The flag for Ace-Spec was added in by the user, and instead shows a png of a box of Dean's Country Fresh Christmas Trees ice cream. The Gender Avoidant flag was also added in, and shows two cartoonish human-shaped silhouettes, lined white on a black background. The one on the left is fully scribbled in white, and is labeled "gender 100%". The figure on the right is not filled in, but has "0% gender" and "Me!" labeled on it in red.

Names column:

Favorite: Nick, Holly, and Any Nicknames!!

Close friends only: Nicholas

Likes: Hollis or Apollo

Pronouns column:

Favorite: vi/vis and star/stars

Likes: he/him and they/them

Dislikes: she/her

The next screenshot shows four lists of words that shows skylightz comfortability with each word.

First list shows:

Favorite: Myst., Mr., sir, and [no honorific]

Likes: Mx. and comrade

Joke use only: Madam, Ma'am, Ms.

Dislikes: sai, mir, shazam, zam

Second list:

Favorite: Guy, man, dude, bestie, buddy, pal, bro, king

Likes: Person

Dislikes: sib, boy, woman, lady, girl, sis, queen

Third list:

Favorite: Pretty, handsome, hot, queer

Likes: Cute, fruit/fruity, gayass

Close friends only: F slur

Joke only: sexy

Fourth list:

Favorite: Partner, boyfriend, husband, beloved

Likes: Joyfriend, friend

Close friends only: Darling

Dislikes: Wife, kissmate, girlfriend, boo. End ID.

#✨#carrd is a wip!! sorry!! will be finished soon #but here is this for now :-)!!#might change some things once im able to mess around w/ stuff on my pc #✨📌

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beth-bethar00 · 6 months

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IT DOES I’d honestly love to have that as a sketchbook cover or what not, it probably even has a little glow for the butterfly particularly when in darker areas 🫶 he can have the pretty book privileges this once. the edges + pages might be more darkened though due to everything else in the essence (like how ostrich Emily’s dress fades into a black around the end) 🤔 unrelated to the book thing, but I could also see some of the roots that’s shown on the costumes & in the essence creeping up around his monocle area maybe + his arm and trailing to his hand scar on his right hand

AWWW MIR.. 😭 he needs some more visitors than just zombies everywhere!! I can’t remember if Beth does have a MiR essence variant (like how phoenix has one) or not, but either way, maybe she could go see him considering him also liking sweets!! 🫶

interestingly, omen technically miight be at least a bit more. on the conscious side zombie wise 🤔 I don’t think enough to quite y’know, be fully alive but just a bit more aware since crows would technically thrive in the face of decay based off these concepts. MiR looks over and can just see him absentmindedly “writing” on his old book (see: just scribbling, more specifically) /j

his book probably would’ve stayed with him even in the zombie esque state tbh, with the roots maybe kinda like. tethering it to him at that point?

(local toucan)

Oooo glowy butterfly book! And the vines going around his scar and eye sounds really neat!

I actually don't have a Beth themed after his essence yet now that you mention it. I've been using the design I based off Exorcist for the blog in passing. Haven't actually had her show up yet. I've actually haven't looked up the skins that were in mir essence besides mir and runaway oop-

Oooo, Omen kinda sounds like he'd be a zombie who was recently turned ngl. He probably hasn't lost all his senses yet (keep in mind i know next to nothing about zombies i'm just winging it//smacked) Mir would probably look in the book out of curiosity just to see if he was still able to actually write ngl. Also the roots tethering the book to him is a really cool sounding idea, I like it!

#ask and you shall receive

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jubicocoa · 9 months

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Outlasting the Taboo

Warning: NSFW *18+*, Contains some adult themes, especially in the second part. (Read at your own risk, it’s my usual shipping stuff)

Chapter 2 of 2: Limitless

“Don’t you feel at least a little bit sad about it?” Her short, purple haired friend was always so sweet to her. At least someone cared about her emotional well-being these days.

“Mirha~ I’m fine… You don’t need to worry,” Leez cracked a counterfeit smile.

“But you two were together for so long. You love each other so much. I don’t get-”

“Mirha. Please.” Leez had cut her dear friend off.

“I know you mean well, but I am trying to move on as best as I can. Yuta and I loved each other. I mean, we still do, but…”

“Okay. Okay~ I get it. Just because you love each other, doesn’t mean you’re meant to be forever. And that’s okay…”

Leez fell silent as they continued walking down the sidewalk. The breakup was hard on both of them, but it was a mutual decision. It hurt. It hurt so bad. They’d become each other’s life jacket in the floods of life. She wasn’t okay. It was reminiscent of——

“—ez.”

“—-eez!”

“Leez! Are you okay? You’re crying…” Mirha gently patted Leez’s shoulder.

“A-ah… oh my goodness. I-I’m crying? I didn’t even realize it haha….” Leez quickly pulled a napkin out of her bag. Mirha had tried talking to Leez about it before, but she never wanted to talk. She always hid her troubles and kept her feelings bottled up. Surely when shaken, she was bound to explode. Mirha would rather avoid seeing her friend reach that point.

“Hey Leez! There’s this cafe up ahead with the best curry soup! Let’s go!” Mirha pulled her friend along, never giving Leez time to adjust.

———-

“Tada! We’re here! ‘Mr.Shin’s Book and Cafe’!” Mirha cheered in excitement.

“This place is my best kept secret! I’m new to this city, but this place sure is the coziest, feels like home!”

Mirha pulled Leez in with her, but Leez subconsciously showed some resistance. “What’s the matter? You don’t want to eat here? You’ll love it.”

“Ah-uh. S-sorry. Let’s go in.” Leez knew this cafe. She knew it very well. She helped to make it what it was 7 years ago. It had been 7 years. Life had changed so much since then. She wasn’t a child anymore. Mr. Shin was here then. “Mr. Shin…” Leez mumbled under her breath.

“Hm? Did you say something?” Mirha questioned. Leez shook her head quickly, smiling nervously. They took their seat in a cozy nook of the cafe. Leez looked around the shop, taking it all in. This bookshop held so many memories for her. The time she experienced her first kiss on this couch. She had secretly kissed Mr. Shin. Where was he? She missed him so much. Seven years wasn’t enough to erase him from her mind. She still remembered his touch, his smell, and his warmth. Did he think he was doing her any favors by leaving? Certainly not.

“ Leez? Leez, you’ve been spacing out a lot today. What’s got your mind right now?”

“Ah- it’s nothing. I’m telling you.” Leez took a spoonful of her curry soup that had just arrived a few seconds ago.

“Sure...well. I’m always here for you if you want to let me in.” Mirha shrugged, taking a sip of her soup.

Leez continued to enjoy her curry soup which seemed to dull the pain of her recent breakup. Food had that effect on her, so Mir’s suggestion hit the mark. Her friend knew her that much.

“Miss Leez? Is that you?” Leez slowed her eating to see who called out to her.

It was Mr. Sies. “Mr. Sies! Hello, long time no see.” She managed to forge a smile. After all, she did associate him with—-

“Mr. Shin. You know he’s back in town. He took over his shop again. I shouldn’t be telling anyone this, but I thought you’d want to know. The guy comes and goes as he pleases. Oh! Don’t tell him I gave this to you…”

The golden eyed man scribbled something on a piece of paper and handed it to Leez. “Shhh don’t tell him I gave you his number. Okay… off to finish my work. Take care Leez!”

He had completely caught Leez off guard. Mr. Shin was back? She wondered if she should call. “No I can’t call,” she muttered to herself.

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“Bye bye Mir! See you tomorrow!” The girls waved goodbye and started on their way. Leez stood outside of the shop for a bit before walking off.

“I thought I saw Mr. Shin. I must be out of my mind tonight.” She thought it’d be best to go. She checked her phone as she walked down the street. Not paying attention to her surroundings, she’d bump into someone. Leez raised her head to see a man towering over her.

“Mister...Shin?” Her eyes widened and so did his. Without much thought to her actions, she had slipped her arms around his torso and gave him a tight hug, burying her face into his chest. It would’ve seemed like dream, but feeling his body made it a reality. Seeing him always felt like a dream.

“Wh-where were you? Why did you leave?” Leez had started to cry. She didn’t care if it’d been 7 years. She did not think her actions were strange at all.

“...Leez.” He felt a pang in his chest as the girl cried on him. “I’m sorry. I…” He was at a loss. He cupped Leez’s face into his large hands, wiping away her tears with his thumbs. Let’s go inside. He took her by the hand and led the two of them into the bookshop.

They had gone into Mr. Shin’s study to catch up. “Mister. It’s been so long. It feels like old times...the two of us...here in the bookshop.” Leez smiled warmly, giggling a little.

“I’m sorry I was so clingy back then. I’m sure I annoyed you a lot back then….” Leez continued to talk, but Mr. Shin did not say much.

“Mister? Is there something on my face?” Mr. Shin hadn’t gotten a good look at Leez before, but now he had gotten the opportunity to take in all in. She aged like fine wine. He studied her as she continued to talk. Her glossy lips, the way her golden necklace rested on her chest and shimmered with her subtle movements.

Wait...her golden necklace. It was the one he had given as a gift before he left, it was in the black and gold box. He was surprised to see her wearing it after all of these years. Without thinking, he reached over to touch it catching Leez by surprise.

“Ah! M-mister, what are you—?”

“You still have it. You’re wearing it?”

Leez looked down, she hadn’t even thought of it. “Ah this...w-wearing it has become second nature. I wear it everyday. It’s a really nice necklace…thank you” Leez looked down again in an attempt to hide her flushed face. After all of these years, he still made her nervous. Did he realize how close his hand was to her breasts? Her heart rate was rising, it wasn’t good to be alone with him like this.

Mr. Shin couldn’t help it. She’d grown into such a beautiful woman. He examined everything about her; her smooth tanned skin, her eyes which seemed to have an extra sparkle to them, and the way her teal curls hang about loosely. She overwhelmed him. When he pulled himself out of her world, he realized that he subconsciously leaned into her. He was going to pull back but Leez had cupped his face into her hands.

He could faintly feel her breath against his lips. Her eyes did not meet his, instead they were focused on his lips. Leez pressed her forehead against his, muttering something to herself before locking her lips with his. She could feel hot flashes all over her body. His kiss was consuming, something like the sweltering heat of a high noon summer day. They continued to peck at each other's lips until their hunger was too much to bear. The kisses got deeper and more aggressive. He had been holding Leez in his arms before she slipped out of them and onto the ground.

Before his brain could not register her actions, she had gotten on her knees and started undoing the buttons to his pants. He was already hard, Leez could tell that much. “It-it’s so…” Mr. Shin’s cock was almost intimidating. She gripped it with her soft hands, her touch causing him to clench his teeth.

She wrapped her lips around the tip, swirling her tongue around. Mr. Shin admired the view from above, Leez was pretty at all angles. He ran his fingers through her hair, following her motion. She wrapped one hand around his shaft in a twisting motion before she took all of him inside of her warm mouth. She created a suction, pulling him in.

Leez looked up at him with those big, pretty eyes. Fuck. Did she know what she was doing to him? It was as if he could feel this soul leaving his body. A rapid knock on the door to his study brought him back to his senses. He pushed Leez back, her mouth sliding off of his dick with a pop. The sensation made him wince, causing him to stumble a bit when he stood up.

“Mi-Mister Shin! Are you in there?” A muffled voice from the other side of the door called out to him.

He tucked his erection in and fixed his pants, walking over to his desk before going to answer the door. It was Mr. Sies on the other side. Terrible timing, he wanted to dig a hole in the ground and bury Siera right then and there. Mr. Shin yanked a napkin from his desk and handed it to Leez who had pre-cum dripping from her mouth, glistening on her swollen lips. She quickly wiped it off and fluffed her dress before removing herself from the ground to sit on the couch. He kissed her softly before going to answer the door. “I’m not done with you,” he husked in her ear, his warm breath sending shivers over her body. His words made her stomach sink, and if she were standing her legs would’ve given out from anxiety. He terrified her, but in a good way.

Mr. Shin cracked the door open with the most murderous glare Siera Sies had ever seen.

“What.”

“Ah, Mr. Shin there was a customer asking about a series that was pre-ordered. I-I can’t find it.” Siera smiled nervously, a bead of sweat forming at his brow as Mr. Shin continued to glare.

“You disturbed me for this? I don’t know. Don’t bother me for a while now.” Mr. Shin slammed the door.

Siera flinched, “Geez! Seriously, what’s up with him tonight?! I’m gonna quit if he keeps treating me like this.” He pouted and stormed off.

Shin Gu turned around to see Leez looking through a magazine which had been resting on his coffee table. He slowly made his way to Leez, eyes locked on her like prey. The light green, spaghetti strapped dress she wore clung to her body like spandex, showcasing her curves, and large breasts. It was a shame he made a mess and left a few wet spots on it.

He snatched the magazine from her hands and flung it to the other side of room, startling Leez.

“Hey, I was re-.” Mr. Shin silenced Leez with a deep kiss before pulling away, leaving her breathless. Her heart was racing. This is the first time they’d seen each other in 7 years. Leez wondered if she should take things this far with him. ’We’ve already started this’’ she gulped. Where was the boldness of her 17 year old self?

This time Leez would try taking control. Leez pushed Mr. Shin onto the couch and stood up. She could still see his erection bulging through his pants, edging her on. She wanted him, she wanted him to fill her. She sauntered over to the door to make sure it was locked.

“Did you think I’d leave it unlocked?” He huffed with a bit of sass.

“No, but there’s no harm in double checking Mr. Shin.” She retorted with equal sass as she hiked her dress up standing in from of him. She rolled down her black panties, and between her thighs Mr. Shin could briefly see a slick trail that connected. She was ready for him, he unzipped his pants and gripped his cock, stroking it to soothe the aching. He let out a sigh of pleasure before letting go.

Leez mounted him going in for a kiss. He wrapped his arms around her waist tightly, bringing her body into his. Her pillow like breasts pressing into his hard chest. He lightly bit her bottom lip, earning a little yelp from her.

He wasn’t finished with her. Seven years ago, he wanted to do so much more, but it wasn’t the right time. Mr. Shin hiked Leez’s dress up, squeezing her ass before slapping it, causing her to whimper. He shoved his hand between her legs only to discover that she’d been wetter than he imagined. He started moving his fingers massaging her clit. Leez, slumped over him shuddering with his every movement.

“A-ah.” She moaned softly in his ear. Her expression of pleasure motivated him to stimulate her clit quicker. He was gentle before, but this time he was a bit rougher.

He would know when he’d done his job when she started to tremble in his hold. Leez’s body started to react. She threw her head back and gasped, before attempting to bite back a moan.

“Ah! Unh! Mr. Shin! I-I’m…” Mr. Shin slid his hand from between her legs, the sensation causing Leez to twitch. He guided her chin down and pulled her into another deep kiss to muffle her loud moans.

He retreated from the kiss to enjoy the lusty expression on her face. He’d never seen her this flushed. A piece of curly teal hair clung to her sweaty cheek. He smirked a little before brushing the piece to the side with his finger. She was so cute, he couldn’t resist kissing her again.

“You should be a little more quiet, Siera might hear us.” He teased, plucking her forehead.

Leez pouted.

Mr. Shin couldn’t hold back any longer. His cock was aching to be buried deep inside of Leez. He walked over and swept everything off of his desk with one arm.

In one swell motion he picked Leez up from the couch and carried her over to his large desk, her legs wrapped around him. He plopped her on the desk, pushing her back to lie down. The dress had to go. He rolled it up and over her head. He also peeled off his black turtleneck, revealing his bare chiseled chest. Mr. Shin lifted up one of her legs, gently planting kisses on her inner thigh. He pulled her bra down and let it sit around her waist as he hungrily kissed her breasts, sucking on her nipples. Leez bites back another moan while Mr. Shin has his way with her body.

“Mr. Shin...p-please. Put it in!” She commanded him needily.

When she begged like that, she ignited something inside of him. “You shouldn’t do that.” He warned before pinning her wrists down and kissing her roughly.

Mr. Shin yanked Leez up and bent her over his desk. One hand gripping the back of her neck while the other hand pinned her wrist behind her back. His breath tickled her ear.

“Tell me how bad you want it.” He teased putting his weight on her. He was so cruel.

“Finish what you started! Are you incompetent?” Leez was a bit fiery in her response. He positioned his cock outside of her slick entrance causing Leez to gasp at the thought of him entering her. “Ah!”

“Tell me. How bad do you want it?” He growled in her ear, making her tremble under his weight.

“P-please Mister! Please fuck me!” Leez cried out.

Mr. Shin gripped her hips and moved his back before shoving his large cock into her at once. Leez cried out as he stretched her. “Anh! Mister Shin. Wait, it’s t-too big. Don’t move” She whimpered weakly. He paused as she wished, watching how her curls clung to her back.

“Y-you can move again.” He started to thrust again, gripping her cheeks and spreading them as he watched his cock disappear inside of her and reappear with every stroke. He pulled out and buried his cock deeper this time. Leez cried out again and her body shuddered at the new depth that he reached inside of her.

“Fuck. You’re so tight.” Mr.Shin grunted. It was like her body was pulling him in.

“So...what was this about me… being incompetent?” Those words of hers really got to him and he started to pound into her even deeper and harder than before. Taking his frustrations out on her.

“Ah! Mmm— Anh!“ Leez gasped for air as more indecent sounds filled Mr. Shin’s study. He continued to thrust into her forcefully. Leez couldn’t take it anymore, his cock was rock hard, she felt like she would faint at any moment. She tried to reach back in an effort to ease his pounding, but she was helpless. He had her bent over the desk as he continued to bury his cock deep inside her.

“Ah! Ahn! Mister Shin! St-stop!” Leez cried out, tears rolled down her face.

“F-fuck! You’re too deep—anh!” He filled every part of her. Her body started to shake under him as she came, feeling her tighten around his cock.

Mr. Shin slowed down, and pulled out of Leez. His cock was covered in her slickness. Leez didn’t move from her position, she was too weak to move. He turned her over and laid her back on the desk gently. The young woman continued to cry softly.

He kissed her gently.

“Are you okay?” He asked softly.

Leez nodded. He wiped the tears from her smooth face with his thumb.

He lifted her legs up and slotted himself into her again. She was warm inside and he sunk right into her. “Mmm” Leez moaned softly, she was too weak to cry out loudly like she’d done before. He stroked slowly and Leez opened her legs wider to receive him. Their hips rocked together in unison. Mr. Shin slammed his hips into her faster. She felt so good inside. He continued to thrust into her, breathing heavily until he felt himself ready to burst.

“Haah! K-Keep going” Leez pleaded under him. Her body trembled again with every stroke.

“Leez, I’m going to cum.” He grunted, pounding into her one last time before releasing. Leez wrapped her legs around him as he came warmly inside of her. He let out a sigh before collapsing on top of her and nuzzling his face into her neck. Hearts beating rapidly.

A soft knock on the door startled both Mr. Shin and Leez.

The tall man slumped himself over to reach the box of napkins which he knocked onto the ground previously. He pulled a few out, he handed them to Leez before pulling some out for himself. He slipped his black turtleneck on, and fixed himself. Leez managed to gain some strength to hoist herself up, but when she stood up and started to walk, her legs gave out.

“Leez!” Mr.Shin whispered, concerned. He gathered her up in his arms and placed her on the couch.

“I’m sorry, I’ll be gentle with you next time.” He kissed her cheek softly, handing her clothes to her. He continued to clean up his study room. The person (who was definitely Siera), would have to wait.

There was another knock on the door, but Mr. Shin continued to tidy the room. Also, giving Leez time to clean herself up.

Mr. Shin jerked the door open. Mild irritation showing on his face.

“I thought I told you not to disrupt me.” Shin Gu crossed his arms, eyes narrowing on Siera.

“I know, but I thought I heard a woman crying.”

“Go home, Siera.” Mr. Shin slammed the door in his face again.

“FINE! I’m not coming back you ungrateful little…” Mr. Sies stormed off.

A few minutes passed.

“I think he’s gone.”Mr.Shin sighed.

Let’s go home.” He reached out to Leez who’d been resting and gaining her composure after the rough sex they just had. Who knew Mr. Shin was such an animal? He was like a wolf ready to eat her. Made even more sense when he called her his bunny.

He had extra sweat pants in his office which he gave her to wear. They were baggy and oversized on her but he couldn’t deny it, he loved to see her wearing his things.

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Mirha patted Leez’s stomach.

“Looks like you’re putting on some weight. Maybe we should ease up on eating at Mr. Shin’s Book and Cafe.”

“Y-yeah! We should!” Leez laughed nervously. She knew that she’d been doing more at Mr. Shin’s Book and Cafe than just eating.

“It’s been three months since you broke things off with Yuta. Are you binge eating your feeling away?” Mirha was genuinely concerned for her friend, but Leez was more than okay now.

She was happy, with Mister Shin. They enjoyed lots of great food together, had lot’s of fun, and had lots of great sex. Leez hadn’t told her friend about her new relationship yet. She meant to tell her, but she could never find the right time. School was busy enough for the both of them and Leez was really pushing herself in her last semester of college.

“Leez? Are you okay? You don’t look so well.” Mirha patted Leez on the shoulder.

“I’m fine. I’ve just been pushing myself too hard lately and it’s like you said...all of that eating. It’s making me feel a bit sick.” Leez put her hand over her mouth, running to a nearby bush to throw up.

“Oh, Leez. Let’s go to Mr. Shin’s bookshop. You need something warm and light. Like tea.”

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They arrived to Mr. Shin’s bookshop and were waiting for their orders. Mr. Shin walked over to their table and greeted them, setting the jasmine tea in front of Leez, he planted a quick kiss on her lips before walking off. Leez’s eyes widened and when she glanced over at Mirha, she noticed the shocked look on Mirha’s face as well.

Mirha’s jaws dropped, “Leez….how come you didn’t tell me?!? You? And Mister Shin?”

Sweat beads formed on Leez’s brow and she nodded and sighed.

“Yes. Mister Shin and I are…together.”

Mirha gasped, “Wait! You’re a couple!? Congratulations! No wonder! You’ve found happiness.”

Leez smiled warmly, her eyes following Mr. Shin, “Yeah. I have.” She continued to smile and tell Mirha how they met.

“Ah. I see. So you knew since high school. He’s like your first love, but the age thing is why…”

“Why it took so long.” Leez completed Mirha’s sentence.

“Wait, Leez...have you two...done it?”

“Wait, no!” Mirha backtracked her question. “I’m asking because….have you noticed any changes...lately?”

Leez was confused. “Changes?”

Mirha sighed, and shifted in her seat nervously. “W-well. Your boobs have gotten bigger. You have a tiny little belly going. Haven’t you been tired lately?”

“Oh and…”

“Wait. Wait. Wait. Mirha, what are you getting at?” Leez was a bit frightened now. She didn’t want to be the one to say it.

“I-I’m just saying. You might be...you know. Preg-“

“No! Stop! Don’t say it!” Leez raised her voice shakily. “Gods...I haven’t had my… it’s been a while. A-and I was thinking it was because of stress from being close to graduation!”

“Leez…” Mirha put her hand over Leez’s. “Let’s just see if it’s true. You stay put. I’m going to run to the convenience store across the street.”

Mirha gathered her things. She turned back to Leez before trodding off, “Whatever the outcome. You’re going to be just fine.” She reassured her friend.

A tear rolled down Leez’s cheek. What if it were true? What if she was really pregnant with Mr. Shin’s child? How would he take the news?

Just then she felt a hand rub her back. “Hey, hey...what’s the matter?” Mr. Shin kissed her forehead.

“Ah! It’s just school things. I will be fine.” Leez quickly wiped the tears from her face and took a sip of her tea. It was a lot like life. Bittersweet. In times like this, she missed her parents the most. What she wouldn’t give to hug her mother and father again. To tell them all about her adventures and to tell them about——

“Pregnant! You’re pregnant, Leez!” Mirha was so excited for Leez, hugging her friend almost to the point of choking.

Leez looked on in shock. She had done 3 pregnancy tests to be sure. It was true, she was going to be a mom. And...the child was Mr. Shin’s. The man whom she’d loved since she was a teenager. She was always in his space. His company was more than comforting, and now she was having his child.

“So when are you going to tell him?” Mirha questioned. “You should tell him now, you can’t keep it to yourself. I see the way he looks at you. He’s madly in love with you.”

“Your baby is so lucky! It has you and Mr. Shin for parents! Two hot people!” Mirha giggled, rubbing Leez’s belly.

“I’ve got to get going, but let me know how it goes,” Mirha added before exiting the bookshop’s restroom.

Leez left the restroom and sat at the table until it was time for the bookshop to close. She read and took notes to pass the time.

“Hey, shorty. You’re still here,” Mr. Shin kissed Leez’s forehead. “Waiting for me?” He teased. Leez nudged his stomach with her elbow.

“No silly. Why would I wait for a pervert like you?” Her eyes never leaving the page of the book. He took the book from her hands and sat it aside.

“So what’s going on?” He searched her face for an answer, but she had become just as good as him with her poker face. Leez didn’t say a word, but instead pulled out the three pregnancy tests and placed them

atop the book.

Shin Gu sat in silence before finally breaking it.

“Are you…?”

Leez looked down. She couldn’t look him in the eyes.

Mr. Shin grabbed her chin and tilted her face upwards to look at him. He stared into her pretty emerald eyes, reminiscent on the cold night that she waited outside of the bookshop for him. This was the girl. She was the one who filled his heart. Everything was for her. From the moment she waltzed into his bookshop, flipping her curly teal hair about, all he could see was her.

There was nothing to be embarrassed about, Leez knew this. She was an adult now. Still, it was difficult to meet his eyes after presenting this news to him. Slowly, her eyes met his gaze.

Mr. Shin took Leez’s hands in his. He could feel a slight tremble. What could he do to assure her that everything would be okay?

“Are you scared?” His expression was different this time. Was he worried about her?

Leez cupped his face in her hands, brushing his grey fringe to the side to get a clear view of his maroon eyes.

“I’m not...Why would I be scared when I have you with me?” She pulled him in, guiding his head to rest on her pillow-like chest. He stayed in her embrace, silent.

“Leez…” he said softly.

“Hm?” She ran her fingers through his hair.

He closed his eyes. Was it okay to be loved like this? Her warmth radiated and consumed him. He wanted to feel this way for the rest of his life.

“Will you marry me?”

His request slipped out effortlessly.

Mr. Shin could no longer feel the motion of Leez’s fingers combing through his hair. He lifted his head to read her face, but all she did was stare at him.

He waited for an answer, but she hadn’t said a word. She only pulled him in for a kiss.

“Yes…” Leez replied, simply. “I want to hold onto you and…I can’t imagine living the rest of my life without you mister.” She flashed that same charming smile of hers.

Mr. Shin wondered why Leez still addressed him this way but soon came to realize that it was more of a term of endearment.

“You know I…” Mr. Shin was going to say something, but trailed off.

“You what?” Leez nudged him to speak his mind. She had difficulty getting him to speak his mind. For the three months they’d been together, Leez had often nagged him to open up to her. She soon accepted that this was just the personality of her man. Others didn’t know, but she knew that underneath the reticent man, was someone who was affectionate and thoughtful. He was very mindful of Leez, and she knew it from the way he treated her. Carefully.

“I love you.” He finally said it. For many years, he felt it. Mr. Shin loved Leez very much. She gave him a comfort that he’d longed for, for many years. He was always alone, but now...he had Leez.

“I love you too, mister.”

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